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riordanness · 7 months

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pick up lines - [p.jackson]

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I hated waking up.

Not that sleeping was particularly amazing, being a demigod and all, but waking up really sucked. I'd been resting peacefully (not), when I was rudely shaken from my sleep by the breakfast bell.

Unfortunately, I had never been an early riser, so most mornings, there was a mad rush, involving a lot of mess, losing everything I needed, and desperately trying, (and failing) to clean up my cabin before inspection, which was right after breakfast.

I was generally the one who had the messiest cabin during inspection.

I finally was dressed in jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, with my h/c hair pulled away from my face. Then, I ran to the dining pavilion.

I was a daughter of Demeter, the plant goddess. Yeah, I'm sure most of you are thinking: Oh, wow, plants... But seriously, it's kinda cool. I do have some pretty sweet powers. I can grow any plants from practically nothing, control plants and stuff, and sense things in the earth. I can even use plants to travel instantly from one place to another, by just hopping through the trees, or seeds, or flowers, or weeds, or . . . whatever.

I slipped into my seat next to Katie Gardner, my elder sister. She was the counsellor for Cabin Demeter. Katie was super nice, but she was always busy at the moment, mostly hanging out with her new boyfriend, Travis Stoll, Son of Hermes.

"You slept in again," Katie whispered to me, trying, and failing epically, to hide her laughter. "We thought it was best not to try and wake you."

That was probably smart. If someone woke me up, they'd most likely leave that situation with a black eye and seeds growing in their skin. I can be fairly lethal when I want to be.

"I stated up too late again last night," I said back, my voice also low. I didn't like when other kids were listening in on my conversations, especially those Hermes kids.

"Doing what?" Katie smirked, like she knew something I didn't.

"Um..." What was I doing? Hanging out with my best friend of course. Who also happened to be the cutest and most popular guy at camp. The only current Son of Posiedon. Percy Jackson.

"I was with Percy, at the beach. We were finding lost starfish and chucking them back in the water..." My voice faltered. I wasn't good at lying. 'At the beach' was accurate. We'd been laying on a picnic blanket, watching the stars, and just talking about everything and anything, for hours. We did that almost every night. It was the best feeling in the world, just being with him.

"Uh huh." Katie turned back to her food. "He likes you, y/n, I'm sure of it. Just as much as you like him, I bet."

"Katie!" I hissed, my face beet red, but the words pleased me. I'd had a crush on Percy Jackson since the first day he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, tired and bruised and scratched from fighting the Minotaur. He'd limped into camp, stole my heart, and became the coolest guy at camp within a month.

And yes, I was in love with him. We'd been best friends for years, and we hung out all the time. How could I possibly not fall for him, with his stupid trouble-maker grin, his dark, messy hair, his sparkling sea-green baby-seal eyes, and his voice. He was, at least in my eyes, perfect.

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Later, I was practicing my sword-fighting in the arena, hacking arms and legs and heads off the stuffed straw dummies. I'd never been the best fighter, but I felt like I was getting the hang of my sword.

"Are you a child of Hermes?" a joking voice rang out from behind me. I spun around, and came face to face with one of the Hephestus kids. Leo Valdez, maybe?

I blew my hair out of my face, breathing hard. "Um, no? Demeter, actually. Why?"

The boy, Leo, cracked a grin. "Because you stole my heart."

I blinked, not sure what to say. I never really spoke to any of the kids from Hephestus cabin, especially not this one.

"Uh, okay... thanks, I guess?"

Leo grinned again, then ran off without saying anything else. Okay... that was pretty weird.

I decided to go for a walk, to cool down and to stretch my legs a bit, so I headed for the basketball courts, where a bunch of kids were playing a really aggressive game.

I plopped down on the grass a few meters back from the courts, and watched the game. It looked like Ares and Apollo (a strange match), against Athena, Dionysus, and a couple other kids, like Jason Grace, Nico Di Angelo, and Percy.

I found myself watching Percy more than the other players, but snapped my eyes away from him once I realised. I didn't want anyone seeing me staring at my best friend.

After a while, the players called for a break, and Jason Grace approached me. "Oh, hey (Y/N)," he smiled at me, sitting beside me and taking a swig of water from a drink bottle.

"Hey," I said back. Again, I was surprised at why Jason was talking to me. He didn't usually. Demeter kids were looked over quite a bit, and Jason was one of the big shots - a child of Zeus. Of course, Percy was a son of Posiedon, and he talked to me, but that was different. I'd known Percy for years, even before we came here at twelve years old. I'd know him since he was seven.

"Are you a child of Hades?" Jason asked suddenly.

I frowned at him. "No. Demeter, actually. Why does everyone keep-?"

I was cut off by Jason grinning and saying: "Because I'm dying to call you mine."

I swallowed. "Um..."

Jason got up and walked away, heading back to his game. I was totally confused, so I stood up, brushed off my jean shorts, and decided to go to the strawberry fields, where I usually spent most of my time, among the plants. Plants always calmed me down, and this random guys telling me pick-up lines were a little stressful. I wasn't the kind of girl who normally got guys, anyway.

After a few minutes of walking up and down the strawberry aisles, I ran into Nico di Angelo. Nico wasn't usually the sort of person you ran into in the strawberry fields, so I was surprised.

"Oh, hi, Nico," I said cheerily, waving at him. Nico and I were actually pretty good friends, so I was glad to see him. We got along surprisingly well, considering our parents' rivalry. You know, the whole Persephone getting kidnapped thing.

"Are you a child of Hephestus?" Nico stammered, blushing with embarrassment.

At this point, I was utterly confused.

"No!" I said, frowning. "I'm a daughter of Demeter, and I know you know that, Nico. And why does everyone keep trying these stupid pick-up lines on me? Besides... you like guys, don't you?"

"Well, um..." Nico shrugged and ran off, leaving me in a state of helpless confusion.

I sank to my knees in the soft grass, picking at it with my fingers. "What's happening with me today?" I wondered aloud.

"Hey, are you Aphrodite?" a familiar voice asked. "Because you're divinely gorgeous."

I glanced up, meeting the sea-green eyes of my best friend. "Percy?" I asked. "You too? What's-?"

Percy stopped me, sitting down cross-legged beside me. "Hey, I've- I've liked you for ages, but I never told you because I was scared you'd not feel the same and so we'd lose our awesome friendship, but the guys found out and so they were trying to make me jealous enough to admit me feelings today, by trying out pick-up lines on you, so, well, I- I decided that I should just tell you.”

I sucked in a breath. "Oh my gods," I managed. "You stupid son of Posiedon."

"What?" Percy chuckled nervously.

"Are you a child of the Sea God?" I asked softly. "Because I'm drowning in your beautiful eyes."

Gathering all my courage, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against Percy's, feeling him smile against my lips, and I couldn't have wished for anything more.

#fanfiction #percy jackson #fanfic #pjo #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #nico di angelo x reader #jason grace x reader #percy jackson fanfic #pjo fanfic #rick riordan

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Something Sweet

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 636

Summary: You, Joel and Ellie make a stop by Bill and Frank’s place and have just a small moment of real peace.

Author’s Note: This is for Navy and Roo’s slumber party @the-slumberparty week 1 and the prompt bouquet of flowers. When I saw this I was instantly hit with a few ideas but Joel was the first and since I haven’t written him yet I thought this might be a nice start. Thank you both for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰

Warnings: Softness and fluff

This gives a nod to episode 3 of ‘The Last of Us’ but there are no real spoilers, however, just want to give you a heads up!

You kneel on the ground, the grass soft and cool underneath you and the sun warm at your back as you sift through the tangled vines and leaves. Your eyes catch something bright red and you dig further until you uncover a real treat.

Smiling to yourself you begin to carefully collect the strawberries, your one free hand already full and the fresh smell wafting up to your nose.

The air is filled with the sounds of nature; several birds chirp and twitter in the large oak tree above you and honeybees buzz as they hover over the flowers of the strawberry plant.

You search around the area for something to hold them in and spot an old and rusted watering can.

The serenity of the moment surrounds you and for a brief moment you completely lose yourself in the smell of the strawberries and the feel of the sun.

You’re still headfirst in the plants when you hear the crunching of feet behind you. Your body immediately tenses and you reach for the gun hidden in your boot, the peace you felt vanishing on the breeze.

With a sharp turn of your head you spot Joel walking up to you, one hand hidden behind his back. The tension seeps out of you at the sight of his handsome face and even through the weathered lines around his eyes you can still see the softness that fills them.

“Guess what I found?” you ask with a small smile.

He lifts his eyebrows in question and waits.

You stand and show him the contents of the watering can. With a smile teasing the corners of his mouth he reaches his hand inside and pulls out a strawberry, brushing it off with his fingers. He holds it up to your lips.

You take a bite and close your eyes, giggling around the sweet taste. When you open them his gaze is lingering on your mouth and he brushes his calloused thumb over the corner, wiping away a stray drop of juice.

Reaching your hand up you grab his wrist and bring his palm to your cheek, leaning into his touch.

“What do you have back there?” you ask.

You playfully try to peek around his body but he blocks your view and takes the watering can from your hands.

Without a word he presents you with a bouquet of wildflowers neatly tied together with a frayed piece of old rope.

Your eyes meet and he graces you with a lopsided grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I know how much ya love ‘em darlin’,” he says quietly.

“Joel,” you whisper, taking them in your hands and holding them up to your nose.

You inhale a mixed but fragrant aroma and gently finger the soft and colorful petals.

“Thank you.”

He gathers you in his arms, plucking the bouquet from your fingers and resting it inside the watering can.

“I wish we could stay,” you admit quietly, relaxing your palms on his chest and toying with the open buttons of his shirt.

He doesn’t waste time with an answer he can’t give and tightens his hold on you, drawing you closer.

A soft breeze blows and rustles the leaves above, allowing a shaft of bright sunlight to slip through, bathing you in a warm glow. Your arms circle his neck and you comb your fingers through his salt and pepper hair before they slide down to caress his scruffy cheek.

His eyelashes flutter closed and he leans into you, trailing his nose along your neck.

His eyes burn bright with all the words that hang in the small space between you and just as he dips his head, brushing his lips across yours, he whispers, “no matter where we go ‘m gonna make sure you always have flowers.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #the last of us

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala fanfic

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ramayah · 2 years

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human antidote | nick furcillo

GENRE. smut

CW. bttm!reader/top!nick, monster fucking, [kinda] food play, werewolf!nick [more like an irl wolf], nick has a crush on reader/reader’s knows, mentions of ‘knot’, NOT A/B/O.

NOTES. literally js smut + nick is is so cute n adorable n i love my boy<3

WC. & TAGS. 4.3k+ ! @asukases u betta be happy we r besties cause i swear. u betta not rush me next time.

“A pool party?” [name] questioned as the joke he had a hate-hate relationship with came up to him and asked him after gathering fireworks and, possibly expired, alcohol out of the abandoned shed.

“Yeah, bro! We’re gonna go to the lake. Just wanted to ask cause, you know, one of the girls are into you.” Jacob continued to pester the poor boy about coming to the party for a certain brunette named Abigail. One of the five counselors that he knew had a crush on him? And he didn't realize that all summer? He’s not that dense.

At least he doesn’t think he is.

Disregarding the relentless pleads coming from Jacob, he continued to make another rubber band bracelet. “Bro, I swear, I��ll owe you all year if you come! If you come, everyone will!”

[name] snickered at Jacob’s words, his dirty mind read in between the lines, it was hard not to when Jacob said such words.

“Is there gonna be food? Actual good food. Not nasty grilled burgers or anything.”

“.. No.” The look on [name]’s face after he had said that was filled with disgust. “But, but.. Abi’s gonna be there! And Nick. Abi and Nick are gonna be there. You know Abi likes you and Nick’s my bro, your bro, everyone’s bro, bro! So you have to go. Please?”

Nick’s gonna be there?

Nick’s gonna be there.

“Fine, alright. Let me get some clothes and I’ll be on my way.”

A white t-shirt, and a simple pair of stretchy swim trunks is all that he had in his duffle bag, it was more than enough, really.

He was sat on the old wooden pier, a pineapple flavored popsicle in hand as he watched the others splash around in the lake. The sun was on the horizon, it was sweltering really. Cool breezes did come often, at least when he was sprawled out on the pier.

“You’re not gonna get in?” A certain brown headed Aussie with a ravishing complexion questioned as he planted his hands firm on the wet wood beside you, successfully heaving himself out of the water. Water, with a mixture of sweat, dripped down his body, he seemed like and angel in this sunset, really. He's beautiful, majestic, even.

Dear god, if only [name] could kiss him right about now. Nick’s lips seem so full and pretty and kissable. How would they feel? Good, great even, right? What if [name] kissed him right now? Would it—

“[name]!” Nick shouted, nudging the boy playfully. “Oh, uh, no. No, not right now, anyways. It’s pretty cold, too. And, as a plus, I don't wanna get my popsicle wet.” [name] said, sliding his tongue up from the base of the popsicle to the top before swallowing the fruitful flavor that filled his mouth.

Nick’s face turned a rosy shade of red, cherry red would be a more accurate shade to match his face.

“Would you like some? It's pretty good.” The counselor commented, motioning the popsicle to his favorite counselor. Nick bent over a little and gave the popsicle a lick, even though it was a little bit of flavor that lingered on his tongue, it tasted of pineapple. “Yeah, it’s..” Nick looked up, he looked as if he was just begging for [name] to kiss him, right here and right now. “good.”

Before they could drift the discussion to another topic, such as what the other would do after leaving the camp, a huge wave of water came their way. The result ended up with [name]’s white shirt sticking to his chest and lower torso and his trunks clinging to his thighs. “My god! Jacob!” he screamed as he stood up, hearing the loud cackling of the other male mad his want to wipe the smug smile off his face. After rubbing the water from his eyes, he pulled the shirt off of his body.

“Strip tease!” Jacob shouted as he hooted and hollered, Emma and Dylan doing the same.

“That’s more like it!” Emma exclaimed.

Scoffing with a smile on his face, he mentioned to the Aussie that he was going to get a towel. “I’ll, I’ll come with!” he said, “I’ll be back!”

In one of the cabins, Nick handed the towel to [name] and stayed silent as the counselor dried off. “Why did Jacob have to get me all wet?! Now, I’m all sticky!” [name] whined as he looked in the mirror before turning on the sink and wetting the towel.

“Do you, uhm, need help? I can get some more towels, if you’d like!” Coming out of the bathroom, [name] had the cream colored towel resting in his shoulders as he pointed to his duffle.

“Can you get me a shirt outta there? I can’t wear my other one, obviously.”

Nick obliged and pulled out a black tank top from the bag. When he turned around, his eyes were automatically trained on the ass that belonged to his favorite counselor. It’s not that he had ever seen it before, it’s just that he had yet to see it up close. The velvet colored boxers he wore shaped his ass perfectly.

“Did you get me the shirt?” [name] questioned, his face still faced towards the open dressing jars as he looked through them.

[name]’s words were faint in Nick’s fuzzy mind.

“Nick!” [name] loudly spoke, turning around to see Nick’s face looking downwards to the floor, his brown hair covering his eyes. “Are you.. alright?” The boy asked, walking towards the other one.

Before [name] could grab the face that belonged to the Aussie, he backed away, hitting the bed and falling into it. Nick laid back on his elbows, his face finally facing the half-naked counselor.

Red. Bright, bright red. Embarrassment is what it was. Nick was embarrassed because his raging dick was poking through his trunks. He wasn’t wearing a thing underneath his clothes.

“Oh, Nick..” he whispered, dropping the towel to the wooden floor. [name]’s eyes lingered on the brunette’s erection, his tongue begged to feel it. He wanted to gag, be forced to swallow his cum down his throat.

Nick covered his erection with his hands, apologies spewing from his two-toned lips. “I’m sorry! I–I didn’t mean to! It’s a, a natural reaction!” He cried, feeling too embarrassed to look into the boy’s eyes.

Before more and more words came flowing from his lips, [name] crawled on the bed, grabbed Nick’s face and smashed his lips on his own. “Wait, [name], wait–!” He whimpered, hands starting to have a hard grip on the sheets. Nick’s back hit the bed, [name]’s lower half sat on his legs, one of his hands lingering around the hem of his trunks and the other palming his erection. “Oh god, Nick, you’re so hard.” [name] gasped with a smile on his face, looking into the eyes of the other. A lust filled gaze looked back at him.

A muffled howl came from the far hills, signaling that the moon was high on the rise.

“[name], [name], I have to..–”

“Nick, please stay. You’re not gonna leave me needy for you, right?” Pleads and mindless whimpers flew from his lips. They’d gone to far already, entirely too far. [name] had already start to grind his clothed cock on Nick’s, sweat covering Nick’s forehead, Nick’s hands were already gripped into his thighs, making markings with his nails.

POOF.

A hairy, curled, and long light and dark brown colored tail were in between his legs.

POOF.

Ears. Sharp to the tip, more so like a dog’s than a wolf’s.

“What, Nick.. Did you get bit?” [name] worriedly questioned, eying his dog-like ears. “That’s.. why I wanted to leave.. I–I’m sorry.”

“Nick..” he whispered, his eyes trained on his dog-like ears. “Oh goodness, don’t tell me you feel ashamed? Nick, you’re prettier than a magnolia in May.” he cooed, cradling the cheeks of his tanned face. Short, shallow pecs turned into passionate kisses which turned into a rough, lustful make out. Hasty, frantic movements of taking off Nick’s trousers was nothing short of greedy and desperate. Greedy to have more and more of the Aussie until he couldn’t have anything of the boy. Desperate for more and more from the Aussie, kisses, bites, markings. Anything he could get.

“[name], oh god, [name]..!” Nick whispered, feeling the counselor’s warm mouth engulf his rock hard cock, making his hands grip the boy’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, and shoving him down to the base of his cock. “Oh fffuckk, [name]!” Nick cried, his cock twitching from the insufferable feeling of the boy’s mouth. He felt so good that he couldn’t even begin to fathom how good he felt. How amazing it felt to finally have his fellow co-counselor choking on his dick.

After holding him there for a good minute or two, he released the poor boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, producing from his cum coated tongue. Even though Nick had already came once, he wanted more. At least two more would do. At least two. Even if Nick ended up getting overstimulated from such a sinful process, he would still want more. It doesn’t care if he had to beg, plead or order the Aussie to fulfill his greedy desires, he will get it one way or another.

“Nick..” he mumbled, grabbing the base of the Aussie’s eight inch dick and smothering his cock in wet, sloppy kisses. “you taste so good.” he whimpered, kitten licking the tip.

Nick wasn’t quiet during all this, don’t think such as unfathomable thing. He was loudly moaning for more, pleading and begging for more.

Nick had the counselor in a mating press, holding the underside of his thighs as he pushed in and out of him at a rapid pace. “Nick, oh, Nick! Faster! Fuck, oh ffuck—” Tars streamed down the sides of [name]’s face as he cried out Nick’s name, clawing at the bed sheets as he begged Nick to move his monstrous sized cock deeper inside of him. With a roll of Nick’s hips, pressing against his prostate with the tip of his cock. Nick’s hips stuttered as he looked into the counselor’s eyes, seeing how pretty and slutty he had made the boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, onto the bed’s sheets, tears stained the bed as well, and cum painted his stomach, almost reaching his chest.

Nick’s tail wagged as the sight, almost howling like a pure animal before starting to rut inside of him. Like the animal deep inside of him, he didn’t stop to hear [name]’s pleads to stop or begs to calm down and give him a break. No, he chased after his release. Wanting more, begging for more. Pleading for more. “I’m—oh, oh god!–I’m close, oh, I’m so, so close!” he hissed, feeling his cock twitch and pulsate inside of him.

“Nick, Nick—Fuck, Nick!” [name]’s voice reached an all time high as he squealed like a girl.

Nick’s knot filled his ass, spilling out after Nick pulled his–now soft–cock out of the boy’s ass, his chest and [name]’s heaving up and down at two different raid paces.

Dear god, sex is wild these days.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #x bottom male reader #the quarry #the quarry x male reader #the quarry nick #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x male reader #nick furcillo x bottom male reader

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spideystevie · 1 year

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HIIII! i hope you are doing well :) i absolutely love your writing and i was thinking could i request “face turning red when they get too close” from the what are we prompts with steve? 🥹

hi! thank you sweets, i hope you like it <3 (0.7k)

face turning red when they get too close [request a what are we prompt]

The weather is starting to cool off as autumn approaches, warm days leading into cooler nights. Basketball tryouts are months away but Steve had promised to help Lucas prepare. Something about it made your heart grow fond.

It’s particularly sunny today, the blaring rays of the sun offset by the crisp breeze that sifts the leaves in the trees at the park. The basketball court is a little rundown. There’s cracks in the asphalt, the painted lines of the court faded from weather exposure.

Max and Dustin had tagged along, conning Steve into giving the three of them a ride to Mike’s after Lucas’s practice. You were there for moral support and because wherever Steve was, you normally followed. The two of you were thick as thieves, hard to tear apart.

He’d also promised shakes and fries this weekend and you were holding him to it. But that’s besides the point.

You sit with Max and Dustin on the edge of the court, covering your eyes with your hands as you watch Steve help Lucas. Dustin’s brought an old tattered copy of a book and Max pulls out her walkman, the music softly overheard from the headphones.

You’re half heartedly paying attention to the two kids next to you, too focused on the way Steve’s thighs flex against an old pair of shorts, the way the muscles in his arms tense and shift when he dribbles and passes to Lucas.

When Lucas breaks for water you traipse into center court, picking up the ball from where it rests by Steve’s sneakers. Your smile is playful, a little teasing as you bounce it a couple times, eyes almost imploring Steve to try and steal it from you.

He catches on almost immediately, arm reaching out to swipe it from you but you grab it and twist, holding it away from him. You run down towards the basket, Steve laughing after you.

“That’s cheating you know!” he calls as you toss the ball up. It bounces off the rim, hitting the ground and bouncing with a thud. You grab it again, dribbling it towards Steve this time. He watches you set up to shoot and he steps towards you.

“Wait, here, let me,” Steve comes to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your own to help you shoot the ball correctly. A heat starts to creep up your neck at the proximity.

“You want this one here and that one here.” He adjusts your left hand on the side of the ball and your right on top of it. His shoes nudge against yours, adjusting them so they’re planted correctly.

It’s already warm outside and Steve’s body heat behind you isn’t helping. You’re momentarily aware of the kids nearby, of Lucas’s eye roll and Max’s teasing laughter. But then Steve is shifting behind you, more of your skin brushing leaving invisible, sparking tendrils behind and everything fades to just the two of you.

“Gonna breathe in when you’re lifting to shoot,” his mouth is right by your ear. You’re sure the blossoming on your cheeks resembles rubies. He’s so close you can smell his cologne and laundry detergent when you inhale. “And then release.”

You breathe out, the basketball slipping from your hands. He keeps your right hand bent, pointed towards the hoop, muttering something about aim. The ball flies across the court in an arch, landing in the net with a swoosh.

A slight laugh of disbelief escapes you, hands paused in the air and slowly dropping to your sides. You turn to look at Steve, a wide smile on your face, to find his face right next to yours. There’s flecks of green in his big brown irises this close up. Your smile falters into something more intense, eyes slipping to his lips and back to his eyes.

The basketball bounces loudly near your feet and you jump away from Steve like you’d been caught doing something wrong, like you’d been burned. In a way you had, your skin felt scorched after being pressed against his for so long.

“Can we play now?” Lucas asks, a little put out. His hands rest on his hips, a mimicry of something you’d seen Steve do to the kids countless times before. Steve nods, jogging to retrieve the ball that had rolled away. You go to sit by Max and Dustin on the sidelines, ignoring the way they’re staring at you.

The color in your cheeks hasn’t faded and when Steve stands across from Lucas at center court, readying himself to play one on one with him again, you notice a dusting of red across his face too.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!

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brrrkdslek · 7 months

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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 038 ⎯ KIDNAPPING POOKIE XOXO👹

you punched the wall of the bathroom stall multiple times, groaning in anger, only stopping when your knuckles began to burn with an angry red colour spread across them. taking a deep breath, you put on a nice smile and shoved your phone in your pocket, still hearing it vibrate while going back out to your members, readying to get on stage.

hanni attached herself to your side excitedly as she rambled on about the performance and the cool decor that was on stage waiting for them. she goes to intertwine her fingers with yours, you swat her hand away while hissing at the contact with your knuckles, staring as the blood drips from it.

"ah, unnie! are you okay?" she grabbed a few pieces of tissues from the desk and dabs at the wound, "i'm so sorry, should i call-" "no-! i mean, no, don't call anyone," you flash her a small smile, "i'm totally fine." hanni only frowned as she dug into her bag, pulling out a roll of bandage.

she didn't bother fighting you since she knew you were responsible enough to take care of yourself. although, the girl was still a tad bit worried. "aren't you supposed to do a handstand on stage?" she dabbed some medicine on the wound, "yeah, it's fine." you ruffle her hair with your free hand, "i'll manage, i always do."

she swatted your hand away playfully, "okay, be careful though." she plants a tiny kiss on your knuckles as she finishes wrapping the bandage, "there! now, it'll be healed in no time!" she smiled as you giggled at her antics. hanni never failed to make you feel better, even if she didn't know it.

the performance went surprisingly smoothly, although you did see the wound start bleeding through the bandage again after your handstand, but luckily no one noticed since your performance outfits for the comeback were all in bright red.

you and the members stood side by side as the mcs began announcing the winners on the large tv. hanni squeezed your good hand in hers as you all watched the numbers rise along with the other groups.

finally, the numbers tallied and STARLETZ had won as the total points of your group exceeded the other by two thousand points! the girls hugged and cheered as confetti popped everywhere.

after the show, you all descended backstage, resting. you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, taking another roll of bandage from hanni's bag secretly before going.

upon entering the bathroom, you look down to see the blood starting to drip down to your fingers. blood seeping through the bandage as your hand shook slightly. you sighed while discarding the bloodied bandage and washed the blood away under the sink, wincing at the stinginess.

gently patting your hand on your pants, you began wrapping your knuckle in the new roll of bandage, eyebrows furrowing at the stinging pain. maybe you shouldn't have been so violent, but how could you not? when your entire family was out to get you.

you knew how traditional your family was ever since you were young. you had found out that your father had left because of the pressure of being unable to have a boy, which was not his fault, of course.

in the ln's tradition, if one could not bear a firstborn male, they are cursed because of their wrongdoings in their past lives. and your mother was labeled as one of them. she ended up being tossed away from the family, only keeping her at an arm's length because of you, her daughter.

even though you were a girl, you were incredibly intelligent and beautiful. the elders thought it was a waste that your mother became crazy and didn't educate you properly, hence your current profession.

when your mother had broken the news to your father, he was devastated and decided to leave her without a word, sending her into turmoil. she began to resent her family so much, which was why she began to beat you. disappointed that you weren't a boy, that you ruined her life, that you ruined the family line.

unbeknownst to you, she had met up with your father out of coincidence a few years after, unexpectedly bearing another child. her psychotic tendencies came back upon giving birth to a healthy boy. a boy. why is it now that the universe handed him a boy? why not then? why not when things were still developing nicely?

she began to hate him too. beating him most days, if you weren't there. you shivered upon remembering the horrid thing she did when you ran away, she stabbed you. well, not stab. she just left a large and long scar along your back.

she had grabbed a knife and threatened to kill you if you didn't stay. of course, you shielded your brother, having him leave first as you faced off your mother.

you distracted her for a few seconds and tripped her as you bolted to the door where boomi's figure slowly became smaller and smaller, relieving you.

suddenly your back burned with a strong stinging pain, bringing you to your knees. you sobbed as she dragged the knife down your back, thankfully not deep.

you still remember carrying the boy to a nearby hospital, how every step you took felt like a knife to your muscles. every breath you took brought pain to your chest; every sob that left your mouth bringing pain to your eyes.

your thought were interrupted when a knock was heard from the door, "yn, come out! ateez is here to congratulate us!" quickly putting on a smile, you answered chaewon with an 'okay!' before going out of the bathroom.

loudness overtaking you as the boys and girls chatted amongst each other, bahiyyih looked over to you. "there she is, our ace!' she patted your back, "what are you doing in the bathroom for so long? did you take a dump-" you flicked her forehead, "don't be stupid, i was fixing up." she giggled and threw an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to the centre where everyone was chatting.

"here's our ace!" bahiyyih smiled in victory as she shoved you between san, mingi and wooyoung on the couch. you stiffen as you look up at the girl, giving her a 'are you serious?' look, wooyoung squealed and rubbed against your arm, "my nn! you were so cool on stage, i almost died when you did that handstand!"

laughing at his words, you shrugged it off, "it isn't a big deal, really. i'm pretty familiar with the move so i'm not worried." you began chatting with the three boys around you as a phone next to san vibrated, "uh, yn?" you looked over mingi and answered, "yes?" he looked at the screen before giving you the phone, "it's yours, right? someone has been calling you nonstop..."

you felt your blood boil when you saw eunji's phone number pop out on your phone. quickly ignoring the call, you shove the phone into your back pocket, muttering a string of curses. "who is that?" mingi asked, "nobody, really." your eyes looked deadly for a second before turning into crescents as you smiled at the boy.

the three boys shared a few skeptical looks at you and each other as you typed away on your phone. after a while, you fell asleep and your head landed on wooyoung's shoulder to your right.

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#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #seonghwa x reader #jongho x reader #wooyoung x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #ateez smau #ateez au #ateez

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munsster · 2 years

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lover’s pyrotechnics

A/N: i hate the fourth of july but……. big bright sparkly things in the sky win me over EVERY YEAR without fail. PSA requests are still wide open and ready to be written <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: You drag Eddie to an up-close and personal fireworks show. 1.0k words

Warnings: fluff, smoking, underage drinking, kissing, fireworks

Eight forty-five on a Friday night in July, and Eddie’s comfortable blowing smoke rings up at his water-stained ceiling. Until you purr his name and the front door swings open. Maybe if he ignores you, you’ll go away. But then you’re tugging at his wrist and staring him dead in the eye with the brightest smile he’s seen since he first invited you to one of his campaigns.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Don’t you know what today is?” you chirp, grabbing at his shoulders and getting even further in his face when he realizes your cheeks are smeared with red, white, and blue paint and your eyes are wild in the low light.

“Uh—”

“It’s fireworks day,” you huff, and he’d find it grueling if he weren’t so madly in love with you, “And Cindy’s boyfriend snagged a couple, so we have to leave now to make it on the boat—”

“Woah, woah, we what now?”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun, Eds.” You cup his jaw and press a kiss to his throat, and he sighs.

Which is how he wound up gulping down his third beer on Cindy’s boyfriend’s rich parent’s houseboat. He hates how easily your puppy dog eyes convince him to put on a nice shirt and play house for as long as you ask. If he wasn’t tipsy and if you weren’t wearing those short-shorts, he’d be curled up in bed and fast asleep by now. But God, you’ve got that stunning smile he can never stay away from for too long.

After mingling between your somewhat distant friends, you weave your way back to him, cooing against his ear and holding his hand and petting you fingers through his hair. You take a swig of his beer and cringe at the thick, malty taste.

“How d’you drink that shit?”

“The buzz is slow, baby. Gotta enjoy the ride,” he mumbles, smiling so sweetly, you can’t help but laugh at how pretty he is. As much as he denies it, goddamn is Eddie Munson a pretty boy. With his brown hair tucked out of his face and cheeks pink under the warm guise of alcohol. Like the lights blinking way above the trailer park or the cool pavement under your tires at night. How the dotted lines dash under your hood. Or like the boat sidelights shimmering in the wakes of Lover’s Lake.

“You’re so…” You sigh and let him hold your hips and bring you close. The cold metal of his heavy rings seeps through the material of your shirt, and you shiver.

“Cold, bug?” But he’s already draping his jacket over your shoulders, christening you in sugary heat. And he’s back on you with a lazy look in his eye just to dip down and kiss you. Some asshole elbows your back, and Eddie’s about to go rabid guard dog when you laugh against him because he tightens his grip on you.

Cindy shouts, “three… two… one!” from the bow, and a firework goes peeling off through the humid night fog, trailing a thin line of smoke beneath it. You jump when it bursts midair, Eddie cradling the back of your head and planting kisses over your smudged and cool face. You wrap your leather-clad arms around him, and he drapes his over your shoulders when you relax into his rapidly beating chest.

Another firework squeals into the air, but your eyes are closed, content to fall asleep just like this, swaying along the starboard lip of a twenty-thousand-dollar splurge that somebody thought might make it out of Hawkins one day. For a vacation, maybe. But as chance would have it, it never did. And now it holds a dozen almost drunk teenagers anchored to the center of the lake, firing possibly faulty, bargain-market rockets into the sky.

Eddie looks down at you. And he thinks you look so peaceful lending yourself to his heart. Even crowded by people who call him names, he wouldn’t trade it for the world because you’re humming some America First, marching band classic against his neck and slipping your fingers between his.

“Oh!” you say, grabbing your Walkman from your back pocket and slipping the headphones over his ears. “I forgot to tell you—”

“What?”

“Found this song!” You adjust the volume gear and beam up at him when a soft, synth guitar melody rolls through the foamy speakers. He watches you ramble to the background music—it’s not his style, but it’s cute how feverish you get when you’re eager to share things with him. He nods along to the words he can’t hear you saying, and you grin when he goes back to swaying with you against the boat’s railing.

You mouth a very exaggerated, like it? and he smiles, looking up at the quiet sunburst of light above the lake. It gets you distracted enough that he can catch you, mouth open, eyes wide and glimmering with the fading sparks.

They sat on the stoney ground

And he took a cigarette out

And everyone else came down to listen

The song is catchy and sentimental like a spring roadtrip just outside of town where people don’t know your names, but they might know your reputation. New wave and folky and hopeful, but not quite grungy or granola. He thinks he could like it, but only if you tucked the player into his hands that excitedly each time.

The guys set off the last batch of explosives before cooing into the night, howling and screaming like wild animals. He sets the Walkman and headphones back in your open palms before kissing your bottom lip to the cadence of the booming fireworks. They crackle out and die off into the night, and you blink up at him when the boat revs up under your steady feet.

You kiss his chin, and he leans down with a smirk, glancing at your lashes before taking a deep breath and laying a real good kiss on you. All nice and easy, tonguing the roof of your mouth and chuckling when he pulls away. But then he’s holding you nearer, fonder with you chasing for more and colliding with his flushed skin. He feels for your back under the jacket, reaching for your back beneath your shirt, his freezing fingertips leaving you a handful of goosebumps and a shiver.

You swipe your thumb over his cheek, saliva wet on your lips when you pull away, panting quietly and resting your forehead against his.

“Told you it would be fun.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #x reader #x you #x gn!reader #bimbo!reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things fluff #fluff #man i love this boy #*

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queenkaiju · 2 months

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Siren

Maribat March - Prompt 4

"Heya kitty, what's up?" Harley picked up the ringing phone, Ivy coming around the corner having heard the sound from the next room.

'I'm bringing a plus-one to girls' night, just a heads-up.' Selina answered, scuffling on the other end echoing in Harley's ear. She's probably at Batsy's place. "Is it Stephie? It's been forever since she came!"

'No, it's not Stephanie. She's got patrol, sadly. And it's not Cass either, she's in Hong Kong.'

Harley was confused, and from the look of it, so was Ivy. "Then who is it?"

'You'll see.'

The doorbell rang and Harley bound up to the door, Ivy prepping the snacks in the living room. She threw the door open, excited to see Selina's mystery guest.

"Marigold?!" Harley couldn't believe it! She scooped up the tiny girl, giving her the biggest bear hug she could. "You know each other?" Selina asked with a raised eyebrow. Ivy came into the entryway, significantly calmer than her girlfriend, though still visibly excited. "Yes. We ran into Marinette here at the Gardens. All the plants love her." She embraced the younger girl, the vines and leaves lining the walls and ceiling seemingly straining to join the hug.

Selina gave the cherry-red Marinette a sly smile. "Well, kitten, looks like you've already got the seal of approval."

Marinette looked up at the cat-burglar. "What do you mean?"

The three women exchanged a look and Harley slung an arm over her shoulder. "How would you like to be an honorary Siren?!" She was excited, Marinette could feel her vibrating. "Only honorary?"

Ivy chuckled, tucking herself into Harley's other side, despite the manic glee pouring from the former-clown. "Cass and Stephanie already are. And, yes, only honorary. Bruce would have our heads if we offered anything more."

Selina laughed as she draped herself over Marinette's shoulders from behind. "Sadly, there is more than one way to skin a cat." She winked, and Marinette could swear she felt a purr rumbling through Selina's chest. She giggled to herself, Chat Noir's antics and her corresponding scoldings flashing in her mind. "There sure are."

Harley jumped out of the group hug, jumping up and down, the ears on her Batman onesie flopping around. "So, is that a 'yes', Mari?"

Marinette beamed. "You bet!"

Harley whooped, grabbing Marinette and Ivy's wrists, dragging them to the living room, with Selina following at a more subdued pace. "We've got everything! Chocolate, chips, face masks, and I found this cool French superhero movie! The heroine is totally badass!"

Marinette groaned, but it was tinged with amusement. She'd get over the teasing, it was worth it. She was an Honorary Siren and couldn't be prouder.

#maribat march 2024 #batman fanfiction #miraculous fanfiction #mlb x dc #maribat #marinette dupain cheng #selina kyle #harley quinn #poison ivy #prompt 4

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Jade, Kalim: Leaves from the Vine

This is the Jade and Kalim content I’ve been waiting for and wanting 😤 We haven’t seen them interact with one another much (the longest interaction is probably in Jade’s School Uniform vignette and/or the interrogation scene of episode 4), which is a shame because I think their dynamic is hilarious. Jade just feeds Kalim all these lies and Kalim 110% believes him…

I was pretty much expecting Jade to be flying low to the ground, but it’s nice that they linked Floyd’s hand in to tease Jade 😂

Side note: writing 2 birthday fics in the same day going to be difficult for me (this weekend is busy), so the Floyd one will be out later! Please be patient; I haven’t forgotten him! (And yes, for those who are wondering, the title for this Jade fic is a reference to Avatar: The Last Airbender!)

***Spoilers for episode 4 of the main story; this fic is meant to take place AFTER episode 4, as some events from it are referenced.***

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you do for fun on your days off?”

“I create my own tea blends.” Jade’s smile was easy as he offered his response, dangling it like a tasty morsel over Kalim’s head. “I use a variety of sources for my leaves: the Botanical Gardens, plants I’ve raised, and, of course, those I’ve collected on mountain excursions. I find that there is joy in preparing one’s ingredients just as much as there is in experimenting with them.”

Kalim sunk his teeth into it, hook, line, and sinker.

“Oooh!” The dorm leader blinked back, his mouth in an “o” shape--a mixture of both obliviousness and total awe. “Wow, you put in so much effort to do something you really love!”

“Fufufu. One might say that once something captures my interest, I devote myself mind, body, and soul to pursuing it.” Jade inclined his head to one side, thoughtful. His left eye glinted like gold “The Mostro Lounge occasionally features my tea blends as limited time items. Devotion, as Azul says, ‘pays’ off in the long run.”

“Whoa, that’s SO cool!! Brewing your own tea, making your own potions, mountain climbing, helping out at the Mostro Lounge... There’s nothing you can’t do!”

“You flatter me.”

“No, I’m serious! You’re amazing, studying and working hard for yourself and for others...” Kalim shook his head. “You’re a lot like Jamil!”

A light laugh passed between Jade’s lips. “We are both vice dorm leaders, no? It naturally falls to us to support our respective dorm leaders.”

“Gahahah! You two always seem to be way ahead of me. Azul too! You’re all super smart and accomplished and...”

Kalim continued to ramble, singing the birthday boy praises. But Jade had already sensed a change in the air, and a shift to his interviewer’s smile. Lingering doubts, words not spoken.

Sadness to his sunshine.

Sometimes... I wonder if I can catch up to where you guys are.

Yet Kalim wore a brave face. His smile, his suit of armor. The sadness squashed down so as to not rain on the birthday celebration.

How selfless of him. How kind, Jade chuckled to himself, to worry about such a thing after experiencing the ultimate betrayal.

In the recesses of his heart, something stirred. Notes of sorrow and compassion floated to the surface, coloring his mild amusement with a different shade.

Pity.

“... Kalim-san,” Jade piped up, “do you know what the trick is to brewing delicious tea?”

“Huh? No, I don’t think so.”

“Then allow me to share my secret with you.” Extending a hand, Jade caught a leaf passing in a breeze. It was just an ordinary little thing, ragged at the edges, and set in an inconsistent color. Scarlet to orange to sienna to yellow. “It’s aging.

“Most commercial teas derive their leaves from the same plant: the camellia sinensis. Depending on how long they are left to dry in the sun, they will produce a different kind of tea. Green, black, red, white, and so on and so forth. Different methods of preparation are optimal for different kinds of tea.”

Jade held out the leaf to Kalim.

“Think of each of us as a leaf. At our cores, we are the same. We have blood, flesh, and bones. We breathe the same air, attend the same school... but we all have our own strengths and weaknesses, our own courses in life. Steeped by time, we can become teas that are unexpectedly delicious.

“We are different, and we are all the more interesting for it.”

He set the leaf free, and it was carried up, up, up over their heads, and out into the world. The two of them, trapped under a beautifully blue sky.

There was silence, with only the whispers of the fickle winds lapping at their ears.

“… Thanks for the advice, Jade,” Kalim said at last. “I feel like I learned a lot about you today!”

“I am always happy to assist a peer.” Jade executed a bow. “It is thanks to those such as yourself that I am able to have so much fun at Night Raven College.”

After all, life would be ever so dull for me without these small, simple pleasures.

“You got it!!” Kalim beamed, the full extent of his cheer having returned. He eagerly thrusted the broom he was holding to Jade, his eyes glimmering. “And now it’s time for you to have fun on the birthday road!”

“Oh dear… I’m afraid that flying is not my forte,” Jade sighed, reluctantly accepting the broom. He positioned it parallel to the ground, but hesitated in sitting down. “I worry that I will embarrass myself before you.”

“Eeeh, so there are things that even you aren’t good at?” (Jade tactfully decided to not point out how indirectly rude that comment was.) Kalim pumped a fist. “Don’t worry, you can do it!! I believe in you!! Oh—I know!! I’ll cheer you on, maybe that’ll help you focus on flying!”

“Oh no, there is not need to…”

Kalim was already stomping and clapping his hands and wiggling his arms in odd waves. His voice spiked up. “Go, go, Jade!! You can do it, Jade!! Close your eyes, summon a WHOOSH, and blow’m all away!!”

“… Pfft.”

Such a juvenile chant—but one that is full of heart.

“Very well. I will do my best to meet your expectations.” Jade gingerly seated himself upon the broom—teetered to one side, then repositioned himself securely. With an uncharacteristic gulp, he let a warm spark of magic run from him to his handle.

A moment later, and the broom shakily hovered off the ground. It stopped a few centimeters up, then crawled off with Jade (miraculously) still mounted on it. Leaves kicked up in a trail behind him.

(Kalim continued to cheer through the fumbling.)

Well, now. This isn’t so bad.

Jade allowed himself a tiny, triumphant smirk as his broom began ascending a stairwell.

It seems that I’ve improved over the past year!! I—

“Jaaaaaade!”

Suddenly, Jade felt his wizarding cap being yanked off of his head. Fully exposed to the glaring sun, he craned his head and stared at his assailant: a boy with a face so close to his own.

Floyd expertly hung upside down from his own broom. He flashed his twin a crooked grin when their gazes met.

“Eheheh!! Made ya look!”

“Fufufu. Indeed you did.”

He laughed, Floyd laughed—even Kalim’s laugh carried to them, riding upon an autumn gale. Different people, mingling and seeping into his closely guarded heart, and the secrets that he kept locked up within.

The memory of today, another secret to store. Something precious to Jade.

Yes, it is because of everyone that I am able to have so much fun here.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Jade Leech #Tweels #Floyd Leech #Kalim Al-Asim #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #something no one asked for #Jade birthday takeover #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #spoilers

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ellivenollivander · 10 months

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heeeey it’s me again 😻 loved the amit abc SO MUCHHH

how about some yule ball headcanons for amit (and leander too if ur feeling silly)

some funny scenarios on valentine’s day pre-relationship would be cool too, up to you really

sorry but i’m going to weaponize your requests for amit rn and u can’t escape 😵‍💫💋

ghastly my beloved. i am so sorry this has taken so long to get to you, and it's not even done. but I could NOT leave you hanging any longer so I had to give you SOMETHING and I swear I'll get to work on the rest ASAP. Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you love it! I will still love you if you do not.

Amit Thakkar Yule Ball Headcanons

When all students in fourth year and above were summoned to the classrooms of their heads of house, they would arrive to find all of the desks pushed against the wall and the professors lining you up on either side of the room. Boys on one side, girls on the other. Once everyone had arrived, they had made their announcement:

“It is a Triwizard Tournament tradition for a Yule Ball to take place on Christmas Day, hosted by the school that is home to the tournament.”

The excitable stir the announcement had created was soon snuffed out by what was said next.

“Now, in order to not make a fool of yourselves and the school, Professor Black has asked the heads of houses to give you all a dance lesson.”

Professor Hecat had enlisted the assistance of Professor Shah, her own frail body unable to do the lesson justice. When Professor Shah had asked for a volunteer and found none, her sights landed on poor Amit. Who had flushed so red and tensed with such force you were certain it had to have hurt. Which is how you had found yourself standing to your feet and meeting Professor Shah in the middle of the room, a willing victim to the embarrassment of waltzing with a teacher in front of an audience of your peers.

Amit had cornered you, awkwardly, a few days later after astronomy class, apologizing and thanking you profusely. “It was no problem, Amit. I mean if you can’t laugh at yourself every once in a while then what’s the point of a sense of humor? I’d rather it be me than you.” You had pat his shoulder and descended the stairs before he had a chance to ramble on any further.

A few days after that, you were with him at your table in the library, books you were meant to be studying long forgotten for his absolute favorite topic at the moment. “Do you think you will go?” Amit had been talking about the yule ball's history for so long you had nearly missed his question, not because you tuned out, but because he had moved from one sentence to another without taking a breath. You truly loved to listen to him go on about whatever it was that had struck his fancy. His voice like an auditory amortentia, entrancing you. He was watching you intently, clearly waiting for an answer. “Oh, I’m absolutely going. It’s a once in a lifetime thing isn’t it? I’m just not sure if I’m going with anyone… seeing as no one has asked me…yet.” When your eyes met his, he had ducked his head back to his book, twirling his quill in his hands. Anxious habit.

It was you, who had offered up the idea of the two of you going together - as friends over breakfast the next morning. Even if the both of you had wanted it to be and mean something more, neither of you were courageous enough to voice it. When he had stumbled over his acceptance of your idea, you had gleefully invited him to accompany you to pick out your dress at Gladrags. Shushing any of his arguments and worries about not being helpful in that regard.

When you arrive at Gladrags, Amit plants himself in a corner of the room and doesnotmove. Not wanting to accidentally invade your privacy or be in the way of the other shoppers. His blush gets deeper as you come out wearing dress after dress, completely enamored with you in each one, But when you step out in a black dress that barely sweeps the floor, with sleeves falling off your shoulders and vaguely twinkles in the light he nearly drops your coat to the floor. An absolute yes.

His nerves seem to be getting the better of him the closer it gets to the ball, jumpier than usual and you heard rumors from clopton and hobhouse that they swore they caught him practicing his waltz in their dorm.

The night of the Yule Ball, he waits for you at the bottom of the girls dormitory stairs. Pacing back and forth, wringing his sweating hands together. When you finally make your appearance, he can’t seem to decide to stare at you or the floor. When you wrap your arm in his, he gives you an anxious smile before leading the two of you out of your common room.

He seems to be petrified as the two of you stand outside the doors of the Great Hall, the rest of your peers having to move around the two of you to get inside. You lace your fingers through his and give his hand an encouraging squeeze, taking the lead and tugging him inside. His gaze not leaving your hand is in his.

It takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of actually dancing, choosing instead to keep the two of you tied to a table, his hands running anxiously up and down his own thighs, his eyes darting from you to the dance floor. Telling you to go on without him. You don’t. You sit beside him, cracking jokes, asking him questions you either already know the answer too or don’t care to know the answer too. When was the first Yule Ball? How do they decide which schools participate? How do you think the goblet chooses the champions?

Answers aren’t your goal, but with each question his shoulders relax, his hands stop moving and his focus slowly starts to rest entirely on you, which is when you grab his hand and pull him into the crowd of dancers. When that anxious panic hits his eyes again, you wrap his arms around your waist, your arms around his neck softly reminding him to focus on you.

He does, keeping his eyes on yours as you twirl around the dancefloor, song after song. And only when you rest your head on his shoulder does he tense again, but doesn’t move. He rests his head against yours and continues swaying along despite soreness creeping into both of your feet.

It’s you who caves to your aching feet first, heading towards the refreshments table, Amit following close behind. He pours you both a drink before you pull him back out of the Great Hall. Ignoring his anxious arguments against it, telling him you just want some fresh air.

He reluctantly follows along, head always tilting back to check for professors following two wayward students. It’s not until you get him outdoors, beneath the clear night sky does he calm again, but only for a second. Before he’s shrugging out of his jacket and handing it to you, going on (and on and on and on) about the cold and how you’re going to catch something.

It’s nearly silent outside of the castle, in the dead of winter so the two of you speak in hushed tones, as if speaking at a normal volume would disrupt the serenity of the moment. Talking about your N.E.W.T’s and classes and how much fun you’re having.

Amit stares at you, his brown eyes staring into yours when he asks you if you’re truly having fun, with him. Blushing when you tell him you always have fun with him, blushing harder when you tell him how happy you were when he agreed to come with you tonight.

“As friends…right?” His voice is shaky when he clarifies this to you, and he gulps when you look down at your feet and answer him with “only because I’m not brave enough to ask for more.”

There's a silence that settles over the both of you, you staring at your feet and Amit staring at the sky, frustrated noises falling from his throat as he searches his brain for something to say. You’re about to backtrack, tell him you didn’t mean it, someone must have spiked the punch when his gaze meets yours again and he takes a step towards you.

His hand is shaky as it comes up to cup your cheek, “I suppose for one night, I can be brave enough for the both of us.” before he’s pressing his lips against yours, so softly you’re afraid you’re imagining it until you kiss him back and he makes a happy sound deep in his throat, instincts taking over any anxiety in his body and tugging you closer.

When you part, you’ve both got stupid smiles on your faces, and agree that you should get back to the ball. Amit needing no coaxing to pull you back onto the dance floor and you close to him this time around and the two of you are some of the last to leave, not wanting to pull apart from a comfortable embrace for the duration of the night.

And when he walks you right up to the stairs of the girls dormitory at the end of the night, you’re the one who kisses him goodnight first, hands wrapped around his neck and a whispered “Merry Christmas, Amit.” in his ear before you head up to bed, leaving him standing alone in the common room, with another stupid smile on his face.

#amit thakkar #amit thakkar hc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy hc #i really struggled with this one for some reason idk #if you read this i love you #AH #FULLY AWARE THE VERY FIRST HC IS WIERD BUT I WAS TOO ATTACHED TO THE CONCEPT OF MC PROTECTING AMIT

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Sam and Sebastian Have a Sleepover

Stardew Hub, < prev, next >

I write a lot of whump. Like a lot a lot. If I'm not writing whump, I'm writing angst. So this week I thought I'd flex my rather unused fluff skills to give everybody a break.

Just for this week, though. ((:

Word Count: 2875

It took five buzzes of the phone next to him for Sebastian to snap out of his heavily-focused work-induced daze.

Annoyed by the interruption since he was on a time crunch—Sam was coming over soon to spend the night—he spared a glance at his phone, halting his work immediately as he realized it was a flood of messages from Sam.

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From: Sam Hey! I’m almost up the mountain!

I HAVE ARRIVED !!

Um… Dude?

Can you come let me in??

Cool guess I’ll just freeze my balls off out here lol

To: Sam SORRY

coming

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Leaving his phone open on the messaging app and his line of code half-finished, Sebastian bolted up the basement steps and into the living room to throw the front door open in a breathless panic.

“Finally. Thought I was gonna die out here.” Sam greeted with a grin, his face flushing red from the cold wind that stung his face above the wrapped scarf around his neck.

“Sorry, man. I got caught up trying to finish some work so we could just relax all night.” Sebastian apologized, quickly moving out of the way and motioning his friend inside. “Come on in.”

Sam grinned knowingly at his sheepish friend, toeing off his heavy snow boots and working on unwrapping himself from all his winter gear when Robin poked her head into the room.

“Hey, Sam. Hot chocolate?” She offered as soon as he was free of his outerwear, holding a plain mug out towards him. “Should warm you up from walking here in the cold.”

“Sure!” Sam immediately took the warm cup and took a small sip, wincing from the heat but giving her a wide smile anyway. “Thanks, Robin.”

Robin’s other hand held another mug, which she offered to her son. “I made one for you too, Sebby.”

“Thanks.” Sebastian took the mug and held it in both of his hands, relishing in the heat.

Both cups accepted, Robin smiled happily before offering, “If you end up watching something before I head off to bed, I can make you some popcorn.”

“We’ll let you know.”

“It's no problem.” She beamed, planting a soft kiss on the side of Sebastian’s head before teasing, “Anything for my boys.”

“Mom.” Sebastian felt his face heat up in embarrassment, awkwardly shooing her back towards the kitchen.

“Sorry, sorry. You know I just love to dote.” Laughing, Robin affectionately ruffled his hair before disappearing back the way she came. “Go have fun.”

The two boys and their matching mugs of hot chocolate trudged down the basement steps together wordlessly, Sebastian quickly heading for his desk as Sam glanced around the slightly messy room.

“Wow. Am I such a frequent guest you don't feel the need to clean up for me anymore?” The tease was light as Sam picked up a shirt discarded on the floor, Sebastian huffing as he sat down and placed his mug a decent distance away from his keyboard in case he bumped it.

“Shut up, Sam.” He shot his friend a tame glare as Sam tossed the shirt into a nearby laundry basket, explaining again, “I was just busy with work today, and I guess I lost track of time.”

“You say that like I mind.” Sam rolled his eyes, pulling his phone out and plopping onto the nearby couch. “Finish up your stuff. I know how important all that is; I can wait a few more minutes since I get your full attention after.”

“Thanks. I won't be long.”

Sam patiently scrolled through his phone while Sebastian finished what he was working on, only looking up when Sebastian spoke again several minutes later.

“Hey, before I turn this thing off for the night… wanna play something?” Sebastian offered, tipping his chair back before rocking it forward again. Sam instantly lit up, Sebastian frowning as he figured out what the hopeful look on Sam’s face meant. “No. Not again.”

“C’mon…! Please?” Sam begged, giving Sebastian the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“We’re adults, Sam! Adults don't play Fireboy and Watergirl after work!”

Sebastian’s protest hung in the air for only a few minutes, ending when the man reluctantly opened coolmathgames and Sam dragged a stool over to join him.

Sebastian's feigned annoyance quickly died, the two losing track of time as they sat shoulder to shoulder and peacefully played level after level together of the nostalgic game.

Well, not peacefully.

“No! Come on! We’re so close!!” Sebastian shrieked, Sam unable to contain his laughter as the two were mere seconds away from completing the level.

“I thought you didn't want to play this game, Seb.” Sam teased between his giggles, Sebastian entirely unamused.

“If we don’t get the green gem for this level because of you, I'm throwing you back out in the snow.”

“Harsh.” Sam shook his head, stepping in front of the door and letting the level end to show they successfully completed all three requirements for the level to turn green. He leaned back and stretched a little, admitting, “Alright, I think I’m ready to throw in the towel.”

“Yeah, cause you suck.” Sebastian teased, shutting the browser and powering down his computer.

“I do not!” Sam instantly protested, before the explosion died down to sheepishness. “I just… don’t always time my jumps the best.”

“Nor do you cooperate well.” Sebastian added on, nodding thoughtfully.

“That’s all your fault! You need to learn to communicate better!”

Sebastian stopped mid-motion of reaching for his cup to deadpan, “What part of ‘don’t touch the pulley I’m pushing this box onto it’ was unclear?”

Sam paused, looking anywhere but at his friend’s face. “If I go ask Robin to make us popcorn will you forgive me?”

“Maybe.”

“If I ask for popcorn and also help you build a pillow fort?” Sam tried again, Sebastian’s frown slowly creasing into a smile.

“...we can start with the cushions from the couch.”

“SUCCESS!” Sam cheered, jumping up from his seat and grabbing his own half-full abandoned mug of hot chocolate and taking a tentative sip of the now lukewarm drink. “Wow, this stuff really only is good warm. They don’t call it cold chocolate for a reason.”

“Are you complaining about having a glass of chocolate milk?” Sebastian asked, both eyebrows raised.

“Lukewarm chocolate milk.” Sam corrected, earning an eye roll.

“That does sound pretty gross.” Sebastian admitted, before picking up his own mug that still had some liquid in it and taking a sip. “Oh, it is gross!”

“Why would you try it? I said it wasn’t good!” Setting his mug on the coffee table, Sam couldn't help but laugh at Sebastian's sour expression.

“I was curious!” Sebastian's defense was met only with more laughter, him grabbing both now discarded mugs and heading for the door. “I’ll go get some blankets from upstairs and tell mom we’d like some snacks.”

“You’re the best. I’ll have this foundation all set and stable by the time you’re back!”

Sebastian rolled his eyes as Sam fumbled with the cushions, trying to get them to sit up on their own. He quickly disappeared up the steps, running into Robin on his way to the closet where they kept all the spare linens after setting their mugs in the sink.

“Movie time?” She asked, leaning against the wall beside the closet.

“Hopefully.” Sebastian nodded, loading one arm up with blankets. “I’m just getting some more blankets to finish up the fort Sam started.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a feat of construction that would make me proud.” Robin teased, crossing her arms. “You get your work all done?”

“Just in time.” He nodded, adjusting his grip to better hold onto the unruly pile in his arms. “I’ll have a few days off after this, for once.”

“Good. You deserve the break.” She smiled, patting him on the shoulder before swiping the closet door closed so he wouldn't have to. “I’ll bring the popcorn down when it’s ready. Go finish the fort, Sebby.”

“Thanks, mom.” Sebastian smiled at her over the blanket pile. “For everything.”

“Of course. Love you.” Robin smiled back, before gently pushing him back towards the basement. “Now hurry before Sam gets crushed under the weight of those cushions trying to build by himself.”

“Got it.” Sebastian gave her a half-hearted salute around the pile in his arms, disappearing down the basement steps again as Sam greeted him with the sorry sight of collapsed cushions and haphazardly piled pillows.

It took a while, the two bickering constantly about where to place things—and at one point dissolving into a pillow fight that completely destroyed any progress they’d made—until they eventually managed to get the couch cushions balanced into a little shelter, the interior decorated with several layers of blankets and pillows, one final blanket stretched over the top to shield the lights that they’d dimmed at one point during the fighting.

“Okay. Movie time.” Sam cheered as they settled in, the bowl of hot popcorn Robin delivered set between their legs. He then dug in his pockets to pull out a quarter, grinning as he said decidedly, “Heads it’s a comedy, tails it’s a romance.”

“How about we don’t flip the coin and pick an action movie.” Sebastian suggested, picking up a stray piece of popcorn and popping it into his mouth.

“Boring. What about we do both with a romcom?” Sam countered, Sebastian giving him a blank look.

“Not after last time.”

“Little Italy is a cinematic masterpiece—” Sam started as seriously as he could muster, devolving into giggles as Sebastian angrily cut him off.

“You were cackling through the whole thing! And you’re smirking now cause you know you’re full of shit!” He shoved his friend lightly, no real heat behind his words. “You wanted to watch that to torture me!”

“At least I didn’t pick a Hallmark movie!” Sam’s defense was weak, Sebastian snatching the remote from where it lay in front of them.

“Just for that we’re watching a horror movie.” He declared aloud, starting to browse through his streaming apps. “That new psychological one should be streaming, right?”

“No!” Sam instantly whined, throwing himself on top of Sebastian who dutifully held the remote up and out of his reach while they both tried not to topple the fort. “Give me that!”

“No way! I didn’t sign up to watch a fluffy romance and definitely not one where everyone wants to feel up Hayden Christensen!”

“Okay, but we can’t watch one of your super spooky horror ones!” Sam said with a pout, rolling over to stare up at Sebastian from his lap. “I can do one of the more tame ones!”

“Okay, okay! I won’t pick anything too scary.” Sebastian finally relented, before spinning the remote in his hands and smirking as Sam sat back up. “Maybe.”

“Seb!”

After endlessly scrolling through all the streaming services they could find, Sebastian eventually got Sam to settle on an odd looking thriller titled ‘Bad Samaritan’.

It took less than an hour for Sebastian to finally give up, turning to Sam and admitting, “Alright, I’ve lost it.”

“Really?” Sam asked, before letting out a thankful breath. “Thank god, me too.”

“I picked it cause it looked decent and was free with Prime, but…” Sebastian shook his head, using the remote to turn the volume down on the TV. “The serial killer is just fucking with this guy. It’s not even scary.”

“The scariest part of the movie is David Tennant’s American accent.” Sam commented, Sebastian snorting and smacking his arm.

“Oh, shush. I bet it’ll make for good background noise, though.”

Sam tilted his head to the side, confused. “Background noise? For what?”

“How are things going with your dad being home?” Sebastian asked seriously after a moment, turning to face his friend fully.

“Oh.” Sam’s lighthearted expression dropped, awkwardly scratching at his arm and staring down at the blanket half-covering them both to play with the hem. “I mean, it’s alright. Vince’s thrilled to have him home, but… it’s not really the same.” He laughed a little, but it was strained. “Partially ‘cause he’s been gone so long, but he’s also… different. I know war’s not easy, so I know it’s going to take some adjusting from all of us, but…”

“Well if things get too different, you can always crash here.” Sebastian offered, his friend finally looking up at him as he smiled gently. “I’ll make Maru clear her gadgets out of the guest room just for you.”

“Implying I wouldn’t rather sleep on your couch.” Sam scoffed jokingly, leaning back against the fort wall behind him. “These cushions are cozy.”

“Yeah, but more than a night will kill your back.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, before making eye contact with Sam and firmly stating, “I’m serious, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Sam smiled, taking his own self-assurance as an end to the topic. “If things were less hectic at my place, I’d offer you a refuge from whatever weird tension there is with you and Demetrius.”

“It’s not tension.” Sebastian denied half-heartedly, looking up at the blanket stretched over their heads and the way the light flickered between the threads. “He just doesn’t like me all that much.”

“Isn’t he like… supposed to be your dad?”

“I mean, I guess. It’s not like I have any frame of reference for what he's supposed to be like.” The honest comment slipped from him before he realized what he said, turning his head to see the concerned look Sam was giving him. “I’m fine, though. I’ve got mom, and Maru’s started sticking up for me if he tries shit.” Sebastian tried to reassure, quickly changing the subject. “Right now I’m more worried about you and Vincent. And Jodi.”

“We’ll see. He hasn’t been home very long.” Sam shrugged, adjusting himself to sit up and sit cross legged, playing with his hands in his lap. “I know these things take time, and he hasn’t even been home for a year yet.”

“Sorry to bring it up if you don’t wanna talk about it.” Sebastian sighed, picking up the long-empty popcorn bowl and gently swirling the unpopped kernels left in the bottom. “I just worry about you, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Sam grabbed the edge of the bowl to stop him, drawing his attention away from it and to his words as he carefully started, “It’s nothing compared to what’s going on with Abby, though.”

Sebastian almost dropped the bowl in shock, confused. “What? What’s going on with her?”

“Pierre and Caroline apparently are sleeping in separate rooms right now.” Sam lowered his voice to a mock whisper even though they were alone, leaning in a little as he continued, “My mom was talking to Caroline during their weekly aerobics thing and she said that Pierre thinks she cheated on him and Abby isn’t his.”

“Oh damn.” Sebastian mumbled, setting the bowl down so one of his free hands could go up to pay with his bangs. “This really is a small town, huh?”

“One day we’ll move outta here.” Not quite answering, Sam let himself fall silent for a moment—the only noise the forgotten movie playing quietly in the background. “The three of us will hit it big with the band and move to Zuzu City and finally live somewhere normal.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian nodded, before a small smirk started to creep onto his face. “Though normal might be hard.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You really want to give up the mine full of monsters?” Sebastian asked, Sam’s confusion slowly waning into amusement. “The strange creatures in the Community Center? The wizard who lives outside of town and the strange woman on that new island the farmer discovered?”

“Okay, fair enough. I don’t dislike the weird.” Sam conceded, laughing softly. “It just might be a nice change of pace.”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind it either.” Sebastian admitted, before glancing up at the TV and watching the unfolding scene in bemusement. “Alright, I think the 10th doctor just tried to blow up Klaus from the Umbrella Academy. Do you wanna watch something else?”

“Yes please.” Sam agreed instantly, hopefully suggesting, “Up?”

Sebastian sighed, turning annoyed yet fond eyes to his friend beside him. “Again?”

“Please?” Sam begged, eyes wide and pleading as Sebastian tried his hardest to resist.

“No, no way.”

His protests were all in vain, Sam snatching the remote from him to open the familiar animated movie. He made no move to stop his friend, instead snuggling further into the fort and letting himself start to drift off to sleep as the opening credits rolled.

Early the next morning, the door to the basement slowly opened as Robin poked her head inside to check on the boys.

The dim light from the TV that was still on lit up Sam and Sebastian’s sleeping faces, the screen still open on Up’s details and Sam’s head on Sebastian's shoulder. Robin creeped over to the fort the two were encased in, fondly smiling as she tugged the blanket they had draped over them up to cover them a little better.

“Of course they fell asleep while watching.” She teased aloud, quiet enough to not wake either of them as she then turned and snuck back out of the room. “My boys.”

#stardew #stardew fanfic #stardew valley #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #fluff #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv robin

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oumaheroes · 7 months

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WIP

Digging through my folders found me this, a WIP I'd started for Cake's birtday before spiralling off into other ones. I had vague notions for it, and although I don't have plans to continue anytime soon it deserves to have a spot in my archives just in case I lose it again

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‘Sorry, were you-?’

‘No no, go ahead.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Oh no, I shouldn’t have been there anyway. Just waiting for someone.’

‘Ah.’ Gabriel slides up to the coffee machine and sticks out his hand to the man he just moved, ‘Gabriel. Hello, by the way.’

‘Arthur.’

Arthur’s hands are rough. His handshake is firm, a solid squeeze of Gabriel’s fingers and a single jerk down that feels familiar in its assuredness. He knew someone who shook like that before, he thinks. Someone long, long ago.

‘Lovely to meet you.’

‘Likewise.’

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‘So, how did it go?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Your interview.’

‘Ah, that.’ Gabriel smiles and leans against the counter, ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’

Arthur shrugs dismissively but looks pleased, ‘Labouring, wasn’t it?’

‘Building, specifically.’ Gabriel looks out of the communal dining hall’s windows to the grassy flatlands beyond. Perfect location, perfect weather- there was a whole estate planned. Two men jog in the distance around the marked-out area, one thin one thick and both almost white blonde, and Gabriel watches the steady pump pump pump of their arms, ‘I wanted to try for site manager but I went for regular construction in the end.’

Arthur hesitates, ‘And?’

‘I got it. Start tomorrow.’

‘Congrats.’ Arthur does not do public displays of emotion. Gabriel has known him long enough to know this, and easily catches Arthur’s arm twitch as if to reach for him. It is over in a second and it stays safely where it is, crossed over his chest. ‘I said you had no reason to be nervous. They always need people.’

Gabriel laughs, ‘Yeah, I know.’

‘And you’re really good.’

‘Thanks, Art.’

‘What are you thanking me for? It’s true. Should have gone for the manager like I told you to.’

Gabriel snorts and looks down into his mug. Coffee still tastes the same, still wrong. ‘I don’t mind. All I really wanted has already happened.’

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‘When did you decide to come to Earth?’ Gabriel’s hands are in the grass, knuckles curled down to the soil. It is hard and cool, the earth shaded by the tall, thick tree at his back, ‘Was it long?’

On his ladder, Arthur lets out a breath and looks up at the sky. ‘I don’t know. It feels like forever.’

They are in his gardens, the ones he keeps just for fun. Outside of the crop fields and orchards which take up most of his time, as wide and long as they could go and lined with glittering greenhouses, Arthur is to be found here: small scrabbled patches of the beautifully useless. Green islands along the edges, filled with flowers that would poison, bushes that would not bear fruit. Things that were grown for the sake of it alone, plants which had no purpose other than to please. Done in his own time the colony leaders could not argue with him doing so.

Gabriel had a feeling that even if they did, Arthur wouldn’t listen.

‘We learnt about Earth at school.’ Arthur adds, returning to his work. He stretches his arms into the heart of the branches and continues to prune, ‘My planet isn’t all that far away in the grand scheme of the Diaspora. But I didn’t want to go truly until I was fifteen.’

‘What happened then?’

Arthur looks embarrassed. He touches the outdated e-tab he always keeps by his side, hung in a sling at his waist. ‘My home city sphere was quite large, enough so for a botanical garden. It was my first time seeing anything like this outside of a tab.’

‘Must have been nice.’

‘It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.’

Gabriel understands. Everyone on the colony does.

He shuts his eyes and breaths in deep and slow. The clouds and the leaves above create a sea of moving shadows across the inside of his eyelids, quick flashes of red like small fish. As the warm wind ruffles his hair, the start of his first ever real summer, Gabriel presses his back against the tree and lets his imagination go.

#aph england #hws england #aph portugal #hws portugal #hws #aph #hetalia #heroes wips #big forehead kiss for anyone who knows what AU this comes from

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podcastingpineapple · 6 months

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Palisade 29 spoilers, mostly SCREAMING through the episode

IS THIS MOTHERFUCKING GUR AND VALENCE PODCAST IN THE DESCRIPTION

We are in the fucking WAR AGAINST BRANCHED?? Just JUMP and we are IN THR FRONT LINES

I saw ONE WORD SPOILER for this episode and it was DAHLIA so i have high hopes.

I thought they would show up on Palisade but NOPE, you come to the Glorious Princept, not the other way around. Mirror this to that fucking Kesh man.

This flagship/garden city is wild!!

Liguid black, kinda like stone tight plugsuit. Had to google Jesse James Keitel, was not disapointed, they look like a princept to me.

I am excited to see what they are like. What are you like, Dahlia, how can you claim so many thrones?

"Captain Kalvin Brnine." Not me immediately liking them for using the right name, the bar could not be any lower.

"What drives you, Kalvin Brnine?"

*face down, head in hands* yeah uh-huh, hmmhmhm. Kalvin Brnine opposing Apostalos has pushed them more than a millenia of fighting the branched right yup cool cool

"That's a fucked up thing to say." YEAH!!!

"They would like us not to be human anymore."

"They do not know they are being kinda shitty, is the thing. Which is that the room changes around you. The light becomes softer. It is a living room on a warm, sunny day. This is a thing your old friend, Phrygian, could do." (I just let out the most pained wail of my life, sorry roommates.) "And it strikes you, they are not in the room, they are the room."

"Hate that." YEAH!!! SAME!! NOT GOOD!

They have become something like the branched. They fucking think that only CONFLICT and ANTAGONISM will bring change.

OH DAHLIA, YOU ARE FUCKING FULL OF SHIT! WHAT?? ONLY WAR MAKES CONNECTIONS???? DEFEATS THE NATURE OF SELFISHNESS??? Someone give them a hug or something, they grew up wrong and think this is how they can make true connections. (And also teach them how to be a cool room.)

You know what, the branched should have captured Dahlia as a baby. The farmer should've gone straight to the enemiest of enemies and be like "hello".

CAS!!! MISERI AND COR!!! INTEGRATING THEM TO MILLENIUM BREAK! THIS IS ALL I WANT. BUT THEY WOULD BE LOYAL TO DAHLIA! AAAAH, AUSTIN HAS POISONED THE WINE I HAVE CRAVED, BUT IT WOULD TASTE sOoOo SWEET~

WOOOOAH, WILD SWINGS, WILDEST OF SWINGS. "On of scale from 1 to 10 how much can I assassinate this person and still be able to- (laughter) break out?" "What!? Break out of WHAT, you are IN them??"

Hehe, read the room. Because. The princept is the room.

Ali was not even on Roll20, what a fucking powermove.

OOOOH, DAHLIA HAS BEEN LIKE THIS FOR YEARS. OOooOOooOH.

Integrity, Commitment and Dahlia in a soup... Something something Chimera?

Ah, no, it seems they are still kinda three separate beings but Dahlia can just be. A room.

"If you took action in here-" uh oh.

Reading all of these moves is hilarious!

"Hollow blood, less weight!" Fjfjjfjfgghh

THE TAPES!! WITH VALENCE AND GUUUUUUUUR!!!

Also MAGIC UP ROUTINE, PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE HIM!!?

I like how excited Austin was about the possibility of just KILLING Dahlia just outright, after teasing them for soooo loooong. I might be bit sad because they seem like an excellent antagonist.

"Anyway, the Glorious Princept is Bleeding everybody. In their throneroom."

BRNINE!! STILL IN IT!! BRNINE!!! SLASHING PRINCEPTS FACE!!!!

ARE THEY REALLY KILLING THE PRINCEPT? HOLY SHIT!!!

JaCK dE QUIDT! NEW MUSIC EVENT!

Figure wants Brnine to know. That Millenium Break can really change lives. (crying)

Figure can cry!!!

I love Cori grilling Eclectic about Leap...

Hunting cleaning their rooms, watering plants... midnight running simulations.... partial walking into the ship with baggy pants...

[Asepsis voice:] RED ALERT! RED ALERT! CAPTAIN BRNINE IS DYING!

Saffron Septet running to see what the fuck is happening...

OH COMMITMENT, POOR COMMITMENT :( searching it's elect and integrity... need another elect...

Branched, go get Commitment!!! Go get it!!

Did they forgot the tier difference on the princept fight? Eh, it was fun.

Routine joining Starioma. Best worst case scenario. Please save him. Please.

"When did we break up???" So true ali, so true, together and still toxic.

I hate that brnine/gucci ship has overtaken me.

"Did they just win??? There is only one princept." I mean kinda?

Cori is sweet. Thisbe and Brnine convo... Phrygian made the best cereal box mazes... Branched Man...

They sound SO TIRED! And there is 40 minutes left in the episode!!

Cas will become the next apokine..... oh no.... oh cas......

Gur told me about them. About... Valence?? About the tapes.

They are never going to play the rest of the eclectic-brnine -scene, huh.

Jesset texts! Emoji between a heart and a sparkle... Two hearts is ambiguous.... :) :) :) Jesset Boyfriend City is real....

"I was SURE you would've died on the combustor"... aaaaghhh she LOVES them!!

YAASS, GO SAVE THE PEOPLE FROM THE AFFLICTION SMOOOOKE!! FACE YOUR FEAAAARS, FACE YOUR REGREEEETS! Omnomnom it will be tasty!!

Big! Swings! We love it! The drama! Big! Moves! Moves that MATTER! Fuck the empire UP!! WE WILL LEAP!!

#palisade spoilers #palisade 29 #this is not really liveblogging but close i think #oh spoilers for the WHOLE episode tho. i wrote down a lot.

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Prepare thyself mortal. For I have questions to bestow upon thee.

1. Do you have anything resembling a story / route planned for Abigail? Supporting characters, ect?

2. Ever drawn a metal guitar before?

3. Regarding your Digimon artwork, what inspires you to create digimon? Do you have a favourite digimon you’ve designed? Is there anything in particular that inspired their design?

4. I *know* you’ve got a character who transforms into a monster somewhere in that brain of yours. Tell us about them. All of them.

5. What is your favourite Iterator OC? Why? Is there anything that particularly inspired their design (both art and character wise)?

6. How are you so fucking good at art?

7. Do you have any Pokémon OC’s? Or hell, OCs from existing works you haven’t talked about?

Love you and your art, please share more :happyhugs:

1: I’m very vague on Abigail’s story overall, but I know how it ends, specifically. If they were in a game it’d be a very short game compared to base game Undertale, only going up to Waterfall before encountering the “final boss” they couldn’t beat. (Hint: it’s not undyne) Gonna leave it mostly in the dark besides that for the time being (because it’d take too long to draw)

2: Nope, but here’s a quick sketch of an electric guitar

3: Ohhhhh well, in the beginning I just drew a bunch of rookie level digimon to practice and do a sort of “attribute swap” where I draw stuff like plant digimon as dragon digimon or dragon digimon as birds, etc etc. But a lot of more recent work is actually modern designs for pen and marker drawings from when I was like 7! Some have changed names, some have improved colors, all of them have improved designs. Here’s an example!

When I get around to drawing their champion and ultimate levels it’ll probably diverge even more as I get different ideas as to where I want the lines to go. I also just love making digimon cause I often draw to fill empty niches in works I notice, and digimon basically has infinite of those cause you can partner a digimon up with any character and then try to think of a special line for them! As for my current favorite… it’s a strange choice, but definitely CryoGreymon! Most of the body is traced from official art of the normal Greymon, but I liked the modifications I made. I redrew an entire leg to give him a wider stance, added more spikes and stripes!!

It’s a champion form of Snow Agumon cause they never gave him a digivolution despite being the coolest variant (Hehehe cool and snow, get it?)

4: At first I was gonna do Aria for this, but then I remembered Cloe and fuck yeah let’s do her.

CLOE, pronounced Chloe is a character for a sci-fi mystery game, and when I say sci-fi, I mean space travel and aliens sci-fi. She’s an early game red herring meant to be reasonably suspicious to the characters, but obviously innocent to us, along with being a parody of every horror movie alien. She’s from a species that grows to disguise itself as other creatures and infiltrate their society. Her species needs a very high protein count. However being a species means they don’t all think the same. Some eat the creatures they disguise amongst, others steal prey, some intimidate others into satisfying their hunger. Cloe herself is an orphan and only survivor of an alien ship that crashed into a human controlled planet, and isn’t a species allowed on human controlled planets. Fortunately the agency that ends up handling the case where she’s exposed also was established in the first place to handle these type of situations. She follows one of the protagonists around after it’s obvious she’s innocent, and post game she goes under his care for the foreseeable future. As an alien she’s not allowed in normal school, so she spends her time at his house both studying and finding hobbies, like speedrunning in video games.

5: Not sure if you meant my favorite one I’ve made? I’m still trying to come up with all their designs tbh. But my favorite concepts ever were the vague one of Gifted Order and I also really like Two Bloodstained Hands. Gifted Order basically makes a part of themselves into a Slugcat, but gives themself rot in the process. They don’t quite see it as themselves, but are satisfied to give part of themselves freedom. This is inspired by a plot point in a game I like, leaving it vague which. I also like Two Bloodstained Hands’ concept of being feared just because they associate with violence in their work even though they aren’t a violent iterator

6: A lot of it is really just doing it over and over again, but aside from that I might have a couple tips? Most objects are made up of basic shapes, then you smooth them over. Depending on your art style, you don’t have to use every shape either, just a circle for the head is fine if you’re drawing something simple. Hair can be done with just wavy lines usually. And one thing I learned recently is practicing line weight!! Balancing thin lines and thick lines can give more direction to artwork or help highlight the silhouette if the outside is made thick.

7: god, I have so many… but in terms of Pokémon, I do have a bunch of fakemon designs! Remind me later and I’ll put up I’ll the fan-eeveelution designs I made

#my art #art #drawing #original character #digimon #original digimon #iterator OCs #fakemon #sci fi #god it feels weird putting such a variety of tags here even though they’re all applicable #imposter syndrome but it’s just me worrying about spam tagging

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