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weirdfishy · 9 months

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gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

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#flowerpunk #punkflower #i'm havging some major fucking brainrot apparently #look i've been listening to lets fall in love for tonight all day while reading flowerpunk fics #spiderverse #fishy write the fucking fic already challenge #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #yeah no yeah i'm goin fuckin bonkers over them apparently #the fic mutualism altered my brain chemistry for fucking real #fishy's bubbles #this got so fucking long my brother watched two episodes of the bear while i lost my shit over them #all i was gonna come on tumblr for was to say that i will probably get a lip ring bc i've always wanted to but instead i wrote this #not-quite-yet #nqy 1

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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Can you write a drabble with bestfriend yoongi finding out you have a spit kink and makes fun of you but turns out he’s into it too and … yea 🤭

anon i gotta give you props for so patiently playing the waiting game. i literally saved this req from the last time you sent it bc i really WANTED to do it but it took a lotta brain power 😂 had to have a whole brainstorming session

also shoutout to seokjin for making this relevant!!

still accepting freaky requests, lmk what ya wanna see!!

pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 1.1k contains: spit kink, erotic watermelon eating 🥴, i promise there's no actual food play tho, friends to lovers ig, tiny bit of praise kink

“Eat.” Yoongi sets the plate of fruit and bowl down in front of you, and panic instantly rockets through your nervous system.

“I-I don’t like watermelon,” you say before immediately realizing that isn’t going to solve your problem. The issue isn’t whether or not you eat it.

“That’s not a thing,” Yoongi says decisively as he squints at you. He can clearly tell you are acting strange. “Everyone likes watermelon.”

“Are you questioning my taste in fruit?”

Your best friend rolls his eyes. “Well, I have about ten pounds of it, courtesy of Jin. Help me eat it or don’t. I don’t give a shit.” The silver bracelets on his wrist jangle as he reaches for a slice. You make a mental note to kill Seokjin the next time you see him.

Frozen in place, you can only watch helplessly as Yoongi takes a bite, pink fruit melting quickly under lips and teeth. His jaw works for a second, and then he brings the bowl up to his chin and spits three seeds out in quick succession.

Fuck.

“This one does have a lot of seeds,” he mutters mostly to himself, frowning into the bowl.

Of fucking course it does.

He suddenly seems to become aware of your eyes on him, because he looks up at you, brows furrowing together with agitation. “What is this, a fucking mukbang? Will you put on the damn show?”

Right. Extraordinary Attorney Woo. He specifically invited you over to get caught up on the latest episodes. Not to stare at him while he eats fruit.

You fumble for the remote, trying not to look as flustered as you feel, and clearly fail, because you can hear Yoongi laughing around another mouthful. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”

“Leave me alone.”

You manage to divert enough brain cells from thinking about your best friend’s mouth to remember how to pull up Netflix.

The show starts, and you sink back against the couch, extremely grateful for the distraction.

Except it doesn’t work. You are unfortunately laser-focused on Yoongi as he reaches for another slice, and the first bite is accompanied with a gratuitous sucking sound as he attempts to keep the juice in his mouth.

He’s not quite successful, and when a few drops roll down his chin, you’re hit with the nearly overwhelming desire to lick them up.

“You can literally have some if you want it,” he talks with his mouth full, wiping the back of his hand over his neck. You know he’s talking about the watermelon, but there’s already a steady pulse between your legs at the other opportunity that sentence offers you.

He picks up the bowl again to spit into it, having to try a few times to get all the seeds out of his mouth, and you’re not going to make it. Especially not when he reaches for a third slice and makes a low hum of appreciation at the first bite. The noise thrums through you, so intense you swear you’re vibrating.

Yoongi’s eyes catch yours, and when he sees you’re still watching him intently, he’s clearly had enough.

“Alright,” he says mid-chew, picking up the remote to pause the show and then slamming it back down. “If I’m that fucking gross, you can just go home.”

“Not gross,” you correct quickly, before you can decide whether or not it’s a good idea.

Yoongi looks entirely confused, but he must finally be able to read the expression on your face, see the way you go slack-jawed when he pulls the bowl up to his mouth and spits into it a third time.

“So, what, you have a watermelon fetish?”

“Not watermelon,” you say softly.

His gaze jumps from your face to the bowl and back, and he seems to finally put the pieces together.

“Oh my god, are you one of those ‘spit in my mouth, daddy’ girls?”

An embarrassed heat shoots up your neck, and you can only nod.

“That’s fucking freaky,” he laughs, enough that his shoulders shake. “I can’t believe I never knew this.” Your brain thinks to tell him that you don’t appreciate being kink-shamed, and then his next words make you forget how to string a sentence together, or even what words are.

“Open your mouth, then.”

Without hesitation, you do as you're told. It’s impossible to miss the smug expression on Yoongi’s face as he gets to his knees and moves towards you.

“So eager. You want it that bad?”

Your tongue lolls out as you nod, and you inhale sharply when his hand comes to grab your face and hold it in place, silver rings digging into your skin in a way that sends sparks through you.

“Then I want you to take it like a good girl, okay?”

You couldn’t suppress the strangled noise that sentence works out of your open mouth if you tried. Yoongi’s eyes glint– he’s clearly enjoying this power. The strong muscle of his jaw flexes, and then he leans down to spit into your waiting mouth. It’s too damn hot for you to stop the desperate whine that follows.

“Want more?”

When you whimper again, Yoongi seems satisfied with the response. He sits up a little taller on his knees, and you can see his tongue moving behind closed lips. There’s more saliva this time– a lot more; he lets it fall slowly out of his mouth, off of his tongue, feeding it to you one drop at a time, so slow it’s nearly torture. You squeeze your eyes shut and your thighs together at the same time, your hips just barely starting to rock, in desperate need of friction.

You hear and feel it as he spits a third time, fast and aggressive now, so fucking dirty that a shiver rips up your spine.

Yoongi’s fingers brush over your jaw, and you take the encouragement to close your mouth and swallow.

“Good girl.” His voice is dark with lust, and you instantly need more. Eyes still closed, you drop your mouth open again in a silent request.

It takes you by surprise when his tongue meets yours instead, and you can’t help but outright moan as he licks into your mouth, tasting sweet and heady. You find his body under your hands, fingers moving to tangle in the long dark hair at the nape of his neck, enjoying the low groan you pull out of him when you tug gently, the way his lips close around your tongue and suck.

His hands are already fumbling for the button of your jeans, and you’re both breathless when he breaks the kiss momentarily to better see what he’s doing.

“Fuck, how about I spit on your clit next?”

You don’t expect to survive the evening.

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous #*watermelon sugar high plays in the distance*

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nicki0kaye · 1 year

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Thoughts on wtf is going on with Zeb;

Didn’t he retire?

yeah, like. Five years ago. To spend his days with Kallus who is a fucking workaholic. Have you met ‘retired’ workaholics? They don’t know how to let the world turn without them. Plus we don’t know how involved the rest of the Spectres are with the New Republic. As much as I wanted those motherfuckers to go and RELAX, it does make sense that they’d be sucked back into ‘protecting the galaxy’ either from family influence or general restlessness. The dredges of the Empire are still out there, after all. The war ended, but people still need protection.

it makes a lot of sense that they’d be keeping to the Outer Rim rather than taking more prestigious positions in the Core. I’d like to think they’re hanging around Lothal while Ezra is gone, looking after it for him.

Where is your husband, sir?

as much as I hate to say it, it makes sense Kallus isn’t there. Zeb and Kallus have very different skillsets. If they’re lending their time to the Republic as either full on employees or contractors, they’d be regulated to very different sectors. This dovetails into why the fuck is Zeb in a pilot’s suit? It’s likely bc that’s his new position. His strength is as a mechanic and gunner, his place is in a hanger working on ships. And this is, like, an official government now and stuff. You gotta wear the uniform. Along with that, you can’t fly a civilian ship for government duties. They aren’t gonna be OKing the Glimmer for missions, which means the boys can’t ‘work from home’, which means they aren’t likely to be working together on the regular. Kallus’ place is in data analysis and logistics. Poor fuck is likely chained to a desk somewhere (ideally on Lothal) while Zeb goes where ever ppl need an extra hand. Which sucks. It’s clear Kallus chose to be part of the naval division of the ISB bc he LIKES being on the front lines. Now, well. It’s not just peace time, there’s also (hopefully) limits on what they’re willing to give to this New Republic. They’ll both help, but they won’t sell their souls. No career positions, no politics, just good honest work to keep this sector of the universe running smoothly. Unfortunately, not getting too involved probably means desk job for info boy.

Also, Kallus could have been a huge asset to the Amnesty Program, but you know what? It probably would have been triggering as fuck to police other ‘ex-imps’, and also when it was in the planning stages, he was likely tRYING to be legit retired.

honestly, I’m hoping to see both him and Zeb as fairly critical of the New Republic, knowing they can do the most good (and with the least friction) within the system but skeptically waiting for it to fuck everyone over, while always keeping an eye out for the remnants of the Empire. Its safer for them to play with the New Republic, too. It gets them easy(er) access to NR resources and keeps them in the know about coming dangers. Its a marriage of convenience, built on an understanding that they should never fully place their trust in anyone but themselves, bc the Core doesn’t give a shit and is always busy huffing its own farts

#nik v sw #garazeb #kallus #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars spoilers

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stranger-rants · 1 year

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hey i was wondering if you had any headcanons (bc i always love how wonderful yours are 💕) about harringrove/metalsandwich and their domestic duties or strengths and preferences? like do the neighbors assume steve is the one who keeps such a lovely yard, when billy's the one tending and fretting over the flowerbed. did eddie ever buy those gargoyle yard ornaments? did steve go through an early 2000's phase and the other two had to talk him out of buying the molded hand-shaped chairs for the patio? what happens inside their home?

For some reason, Steve strikes me as the pool guy. I know it seems like something Billy would be good at and he is because of work but he didn’t grow up with a pool and he prefers the ocean. As far as buying the chemicals, measuring everything meticulously, opening and closing the pool, et cetera - that’s Steve. Steve and his sun visor and khaki shorts and flip flops going, “how’s the water?” Billy responding with, “I’m swimming in it, ain’t I?” Steve pumps his fist like a football coach watching his team score a touchdown. Dork.

Eddie is good at rigging things. Need Christmas lights up? He’s got it. He’s used to setting up PA systems for shows. To anyone else, his wires look like a chaotic mess of electronic spaghetti but he knows exactly where everything goes. So any household decorations that need some complicated setup automatically goes to him - and he loves it. Says it’s a puzzle for him to solve. If it were Billy, he would have rage quit a long time ago. Their house on Halloween is a sight to be seen.

Billy is the grill master. Just stands shirtless at the grill with a beer in one hand. He makes some good food too. It also means he doesn’t have to interact with anyone at the summer barbecue because he’s busy roasting vegetables and flipping burgers. Steve and Eddie know not to ask him when the food will be done or to break his concentration away from the grill unless they too want to be skewered alive. They can watch from the patio table and talk about more important things like how cute Billy looks in his little apron.

Steve has no sense of home decor. He thinks he knows but he doesn’t. Billy is a flea market bitch, Eddie is a ‘I found it on the side of the road’ bitch, and Steve is an ‘I ordered this from a catalog’ bitch. It gives their home an eclectic look, but every year they gotta get rid of a bunch of shit (they have a garage sale) and every time Billy and Eddie conspire to sell whatever weird lamp or vase or patio chair Steve bought for way too much money.

They all garden together, actually. They’re terrible to begin with, but learn how to do it together.

#metalsandwich #harringroveson #stilldie

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berrymoos · 2 years

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everyone talks about little robin+little steve duo but what about little robin and little eddie!?

they would constantly compare who has the best caregiver which would end in tears(usually eddie since he’s smaller) and nance and steve would have to tell them they’re both good:>

always getting into something whether it be the cookie jar robin’s set on opening or the baby powder eddie found in the bathroom(he may or may not came downstairs with white hair that he swore to god was snow) (>▽<)

robin and eddie are always getting told off because robin really enjoys chewing on her sleeves and eddie really likes his hair in his mouth but they still do it anyways because they know they run the house when they’re little o(*≧▽≦)ツ

when they’re napping instead of pillows they use each other and sleep in the most awkward positions(steve once walked in on them sleeping on the floor, all scrambled together with no blankets, just stuffies)

robin taught eddie how to master the puppy dog eyes because steve is weak to them:) now eddie has way too many band tees and a lot of stuffies in his room

i feel like eddie has a weak immune system and when he’s too under the weather to play robin will practically drag nancy to steve’s house so she can be “the bestest nurse ever” and make him feel better（´v｀）

robin plays with eddie’s hair while he rambles on and on about dnd:>

i hc that robin has a shellfish allergy and she came over while he and steve were eating shrimp and he felt bad so he made her a peanut butter sandwich so she wouldn’t feel left out<3

robin and eddie play in the family video break room when she’s having a bad day

thanks for listening *bows*

Oh. My. GOD. BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO THANK YOU SO BERY MUCH (≧∇≦)/

🍦🎸 HDVAHDHSHS AWWWW o(TヘTo) くぅ they're going back & forth comparing difference (& lowkey miniscule things) about their cgs & robin sassily goes "well nancy gets me ice cream aaaaall the time!" — she got her ice cream three times that week, each for a different reason — which gets eddie rlly sad bc :(( he likes ice cream too :(( steve hasn't gotten him ice cream in a while :(( & he just bursts into tears 😭 now nancy has gotta tell him how many times robin actually gets ice cream usually, why she got so much in particular that week, & steve's promising to take him out to get ice cream tomorrow

🍦🎸 HELROWJEEELDO the cookie jar & baby powder incident happened in the same day at the same time. nance & steve leave them to their own devices for one second for WHATEVER reason, & they come back to see cookie crumbs on robin's cheeks ("i thought i hid that!") & baby powder sprinkled all over the bathroom ("there's no way you thought that was snow little bud, we use that powder for you!") and all they do is giggle

🍦🎸 u got that right, they definitely run that house (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و they try giving them little chewlery toys & a few pacis, but they aaalllways gravitate to their sleeves & hair again. sometimes eddie will literally spit his paci out as soon as it hits his mouth & goes right back to chewing his hair. nance & steve lowkey find that super disgusting & if ANYTHING, they prefer him sucking his thumb ... but this is eddie munson we're talking about, ofc he chews his hair instead of sucking his thumb!! 💀

🍦🎸 that's the cutest thing ever what the heeeeck ≧﹏≦ in most cases it starts with eddie laying curled up next to robin while she kinda has him in a gentle yet protective hold ... then about 15 minutes go by, nancy goes to check on them, & they're SPRAWLED out on the bed. blanket is gone, their stuffies are all over them, they're all over each other — like robin has her leg on eddie's tummy, but eddie's hand is covering her face while his stuffed dragon is laying across his forehead & robin's swift heart teddy is clutched in her arms. nancy just shakes her head in that fond parent manner & recloses the door: "they're even a mess in their sleep."

🍦🎸 YEEEESSSS bc robin has the puppy dog eyes down PAT & eddie is rlly curious as to how she makes steve cave in so easily to her getting an extra cookie after lunchtime!! so she pulls him aside, makes sure nobody is listening, & tells him all about her weapon; the puppy dog eyes. after a bit of training, eddie runs to steve for a bit of "practice", as robin called it, & asks for a new metallica t-shirt! steve goes "eddie, you have like 60 of them...?" & BAM. puppy dog eyes in action. steve KNOWS what's happening & he KNOWS who taught him such ways, so he's able to stand up to it ... for about 35 seconds b4 he caves in: "we can go shopping for it later today, buddy..."

🍦🎸 WAAAAAAA ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ eddie hates how easy it is for him to get sick in general, but being sick while he's regressed is simply horrible! but with robin & nancy being there ... eddie will need a water & robin falls off the bed going to get it for him. he'll want his bat stuffie so robin catapults in its direction to retrieve it. not once does steve ever rlly need to move eddie from his arms to get something & nancy doesn't even get a chance to lift a finger bc robin is ON it!! she'll use igor & firestarter (the names of ed's bat stuffie & dragon stuffie) to put on plushie stories for him, she'll cut on the tv to find a nice movie ... eddie doesn't like being sick, but with robin, steve, & nancy? it's a little more bearable (*´˘`*)♡

🍦🎸 (((o(♡´▽`♡)o))) steve helps eddie with the pb&j sandwich (after they washed their hands, ofc ;~]) & even tho robin wasn't small at the moment & rlly wasn't bothered by them eating shrimp w/o her, she couldn't say no to eddie going "don't wan you to be lef out :((", gratefully took the sandwich & ate it .. & holy heck was that sandwich good askkdkajs

🍦🎸 i feel like they have an emergency set of toys back there if either one of them feels down in the dumps & needs a moment to regress. steve always notices when she's upset – whether it's abt something else or it's just been a grueling few hours – & sends her in the break room, even if there are customers still coming & going. eddie swings by (like usual), & he's like "is robin not here today?" so steve also sends him to the back & voila; there she is, playing with their toys. eddie ofc joins her so that way she won't be lonely, & later on when steve gets the chance, he goes in the back to see them giggling while they play ... some kind of game he doesn't understand, & doesn't rlly think he ever will bc the rules are ever changing. really, he's just glad robin is feeling better˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

🍦🎸 ^^ eddie will also swing by family video if he's not feeling too good himself. he'll come by, & robin n steve can see it all over his face, so robin brings him to the break room so she can work on making him feel more like himself :~]

(I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO LISTEN TO THESE MY FRIEND, THANK U FOR GIFTING ME WITH THESE WONDERFUL HCS <33)

#THIS GOT LOOONG HAKDJWKS #not even mad abt it this is the best thing i couldve woken up to #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #stranger things agere #agere asks #agere hcs

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Could you bless me with a fluffy fic where Doc has to comfort the reader because they have a strong dislike for needles?

When I read your fics, my skin clears up and my vision improves. I swear.

YES U CAN ANON OMG!! i used to have a fear of needles but eventually got over this once i got tattoos and overcame my fear of them, so i would love to write something like this!! thank you so much for your request and patience ^-^ (also can you tell i frequently had to have blood drawn bc i always had problems in my system that doctors couldn’t really explain at some point, sorry for getting graphic)

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Doc x GN!Reader: Quick Pinch

Trigger Warnings: Trypanophobia (intense fear of needles), mentions of past physical violence, graphic descriptions of blood withdrawal (in a medical sense), comfort/hurt, monthly check ups

Walking into the infirmary for your monthly check up with Gustave, you begin to feel a bit nervous. You never did well during these whenever Olivier would be the one doing this, having to actually be held down once it came to the blood tests that were required, because you had a deep disdain for needles. As a child, all you would do was scream and cry the second your doctors would tell you it was time for a blood test. But as an adult? Well…let’s just say you were black listed from a few clinics because of the use of your hands in a not so nice manner the moment you saw a needle. Even when you enlisted and had to do your check ups on base, you became so physical you were held down.

Your response to your trypanophobia was a hell of a thing.

Looking around, you don’t see Gustave anywhere, and get yourself ready to high tail it out of there. You turn around and begin to walk back towards the door as quickly as possible, but to your dismay, you wouldn’t get away so easily. “Ah, Y/N, you’ve finally arrived. Come with me, s’il te plait.” he said. Your body froze, blood running cold as you hesitated to turn around and look at him. “I promise we’ll get through the blood draw as quickly as possible and finish up so you can continue going about your day,” he said in a gentle tone. You sigh shakily, turning to face him now. There was a sweet, warm smile on his face, and you began to feel a little relaxed.

Feeling your limbs starting to unfreeze themselves, you begin walking towards Gustave slowly. You felt like a terrified animal, eyes fixated on him as you slowly stalked towards him. His soft expression remained unchanged, patiently waiting for you to come closer so the check up could begin. And once you were close enough to Gustave, he carefully extended a hand to you and waited for you to grab it. And you do, allowing him to lead you to the area you usually went to to change into the gown necessary to perform the check up. “I know Olivier usually tends to do the blood draw somewhere in between the check up, but I’ll be sure to do it right at the end just for you. Go ahead and change, I’ll give you a moment to prepare.” Gustave said before walking away.

You nod and begin to undress yourself, leaving yourself in only your underwear underneath the gown. “Alright Gustave, I’m ready…” you say. Gustave then steps back to you before leading you into a more secluded room that was just behind you, one you assumed he normally took everyone else to do their check ups. It was a well decorated room, and the atmosphere helped you feel much calmer than you were earlier. Gustave had you sit up on the table that was there and proceeded to do the standard check of your heartbeat, blood pressure. You knew a breast and pelvic examination was supposed to be up next, but Gustave seemingly stopped and looked at you with a serious expression. “What is it?” you ask a bit nervously. “Do I have your consent to conduct the next portion of the check up? It’s my job as a professional to ask you about it.” he said.

You fluster, looking away from him before giving him a nod. “Do what you gotta do.” you say. “Merci. I promise I’ll be quick. Lift your left arm above your head for me.” he said. You did as you were told, keeping your eyes away from him as he conducted both examinations as quickly as possible. You knew Gustave was just trying to get it over with so he didn’t make you nervous again. He then measured your weight and height before leaving the room. You sit back up and sigh, hands gripping the edge of the examination table. It was time for the blood draw so he could test it, and you could feel your anxiety beginning to spike through the roof. “I’ll never understand why I’ve always been so afraid of those stupid things…the moment I’m in my death bed, I refuse to have anything piercing my skin. If I’m dying, just let me die.” you say to yourself, scowling.

After a bit, Gustave came inside with your clothes, “Go ahead and get dressed now, I need to make sure everything I need is sterile. I’ll be sure to help keep you calm in any way I can that, hopefully, doesn’t resort to anything physical.” he said. You nod and shakily take your clothes from Gustave and he exits the room. You get dressed, feeling that aggression combined with your anxiety getting worse and worse as you pace the room, waiting for him to come back and take you to your doom. Soon enough, he came back inside, “Follow me Y/N.” Gustave said, holding the door open for you so you could walk out. Stepping out of the room, Gustave then turns off the light before taking you towards the area where blood is drawn and tested. “Take a seat for me. I’ll sit right next to you so you could squeeze my hand as I perform the draw.” he said, gesturing towards the chair.

You stare at him for a moment, before suddenly, your dominant arm moves on its own and your fist makes its way right towards his face at a rapid speed. Gustave’s reflexes were surprisingly fast however, and he quickly grabbed your fist and stopped it before it could come into contact with his nose. Your eyes widen and you quickly pull your hand away, turning around and refusing to look at him. “I…I’m so sorry…it’s just-” you begin, only to be cut off by Gustave, turning you around by gripping both your shoulders. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m well aware of your Trypanophobia and how you respond to it even at the thought of a needle. I promise you it’ll be a quick pinch, but you need to promise me that you’ll keep yourself as still as possible. I don’t want to hurt you, or hold you down the way Olivier and several other nurses and operators have to.” he said reassuringly.

Scanning his expression to find any sign of a lie, albeit a bit stupid to consider Gustave would even lie to you in the first place, you can see he’s telling the truth. Gustave’s a humanitarian through and through; in both the field, and with his colleagues. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and Gustave simply brings you in for a warm embrace. He was gentle and patient as always, waiting for you to let it all out before he began. The tears welling in your eyes finally spill out, and you’re letting out soft sobs as you shake like a leaf in your arms. Gustave gently rubbed your back, softly reassuring you that he’ll be as quick as possible and that he won’t hurt you.

A good 10 minutes pass, and you’ve eventually stopped crying. You pull away from Gustave, wiping your eyes with your hand and sniffling constantly. “Would you like for me to get you some tissues before we continue?” he asked. “Please…” you mumble, still wiping your eyes. Gustave nods, walking towards the counter and grabbing tissues from a tissue box before handing them over to you. You take them from him and wipe your nose, tossing the tissues into a nearby waste bin. Gustave leads you to a nearby sink and washes your hands, drying them off with a towel before taking off his gloves and washing his own now. He was meticulous and passionate about his work, you could tell just by the way he was cleansing and replacing his gloves simply for having washed your hands.

It was admirable, and you found Gustave to be a good and well-respectable friend. “Thank you for understanding, Gustave…” you say softly. “It’s no problem, mon ami. Do you promise to be as still as possible?” Gustave asked. “Yeah, I promise…” you say. You then take your seat, resting your arm on the sterile cushion. He then rolls up your sleeve, tying the surgical rubber band around the top of your arm tightly. You shut your eyes tightly once you feel Gustave disinfecting the bend of your elbow so he could insert the needle. He taps around the area before finding the right spot, “Ball your fist tightly and don’t move after.” he commands.

Doing as you’re told, you also turn your head to the side to avoid possibly seeing the needle if you decided to open your eyes. The cold steel of the needle enters you and you stiffen, breathing heavily. Gustave then carefully reached down for your other hand and held it, with you squeezing tightly. Once he saw that the little bottle was filled, Gustave quickly took the needle out of you and applied a dry cotton swab, lifting your arm before taking off the rubber band so he could stop the bleeding. “Keep your arm like that before I get a bandage roll.” he commanded quickly. You keep your arm in the position it’s in, and see that he took the needle and threw it away. The vial of blood was also gone, and you sighed softly knowing you didn’t have to see either of the two.

Gustave soon came back with a white bandage roll, tying it around your needle prick before having you relax your arm. “You did amazing right there. I’m so very proud of you for managing to remain calm throughout that.” he praised. Smiling sheepishly at him, you simply sigh deeply and relax your shoulders. “Utterly fucking terrifying. Thank you for your patience with me, Gustave.” you praise. “Anything to help a colleague,” he said, giving you a warm smile. You shake his hand firmly, and Gustave pulls you into another embrace. He kisses both your cheeks before letting you go, “I’ll give you a call to my office if there’s anything amiss in your blood so we can examine it. À bientôt, Y/N.” he said. “See you next time, Gustave.” you say, gently caressing his face before walking out of the infirmary.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s doc #gustave kateb #doc x reader #fluff #fluff fanfic #comfort fluff #comfort/hurt #x reader #r6s x reader fluff #r6s GIGN

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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happy birthday! I hope you have a good one :) tiny little bday prompt: locked out~

Thank you!! This is actually my second ‘locked out prompt’ I’ve gotten in the past hour LMAO. Y’all out here wanting misery 🤣 enjoy some locked out canon (divergent bc he lives) Eddie. Also this got a bit long, whoops.

X X X

Of course. Of fucking course today of all days he’s going to get locked out of his damn van. There’s no way he’s breaking his window or door, and though he knows how to break into a car, it requires a damn hanger which he doesn’t have. Sighing, he knows he’s going to have to get help.

The thing is, it’s fucking cold outside, and he’s already feeling like shit. Whatever flu’s been going around Hawkins has started hitting him since he woke up, and his dumb ass didn’t even wear a heavy jacket. The walk back to the trailer park is well over 5 miles from the pharmacy he’s just walked out of, a brown paper bag containing Tylenol, cough drops and a thermometer in his hand. The long haired man would rathe walk to Harrington’s than attempt walking icy back roads right now.

Harrington.

Looking around, he spots a pay phone down towards the next store, so Eddie huffs, grips the bag tighter, and walks over, careful of the patches of ice on the sidewalk. As he gets closer, he pauses to cough into his arm, grimacing as his throat stings. Fuck Hawkins and their inability to cover their damn mouths. After paying the 25¢ to call, the musician dials the ex-jocks number and waits, praying the guy is home.

“Harrington residence.” The voice, while still his friends, is much more enunciated and proper.

“Harrington, hey, it’s- snf! it’s Eddie.”

“Oh, hey man,” the voice on the phone relaxes into a completely different persona. “What’s up?”

“I kind of got locked out of my car…is there a way you could pick me up? I have a spare set of keys back at my-“ Eddie turns away to cough, before returning to the mouth piece. “-sorry, my trailer. I can come back to get it later.”

“Oh shit, yeah, I can pick you up. Where are you?”

Eddie can’t help but thank whatever higher power there is. He’s starting to feel gross and achy, and while he knows his name has been cleared, people still look at him with disdain. Going back into the pharmacy, or any other store, really, isn’t his best option. Freezing to death would suck too.

“The pharmacy down off Main.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in like..ten minutes. Just gotta find a jacket and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks princess.”

By the time Harrington gets there, Eddie’s shivering, nose pink from both the temperature and the attention he’s been giving it from it getting runny. Hauling himself up, body feeling ungodly heavy, the twenty year old walks up to the others car and gets in, instantly blasted with heat. Thank fuck.

“Sorry about this,” Eddie clicks his seatbelt and puts his bag on his lap, wincing as he swallows.

“No worries man, seriously. Happy to help. What were you doing over here anyway? It’s cold as hell, would think you of all people would just stay in your house and keep warm,” Steve smiles, and Eddie watches, warmth pooling in his stomach.

“Think that shit that’s been going around finally hit me, needed to grab some Tylenol, we don’t really have anything at the trailer.”

Rubbing his face, he’s thankful Harrington knows where his place is, even if the reason for knowing sucks. He’s too tired to keep his eyes open, though he wishes he could, with someone as hot as Steve sitting next to him. Eddie curls away from the driver and presses his arm tight to his face, not wanting to get his germs all over the man’s car.

“Damn, that sucks. Robin just caught it too. I had it back last week, finally feeling human again,” he explains, looking at Eddie in sympathy.

“Why does it not surprise me you caught it first?”

“Yeah yeah, my immune system sucks,” Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “Have you eaten? We can grab soup on the way.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry. But thanks anyway.”

“I was going to bring some to Robin anyway. You sure? It’ll save me a trip too.”

And damn, Eddie’s too gone on Steve fucking Harrington to say no to that, especially when he’s been grateful enough to come pick him up in the first place. Forcing his eyes open, he looks at the man and nods.

“Yeah, that’s fine then. I don’t need any though, kind of scared I might hurl it up if I try to eat it.”

Steve turns down one street, then back up on to Main, parking in front of the small family owned deli. He keeps the car running, then puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’ll be right back. You just stay here and relax.”

As if Eddie would do anything else. He drifts for a bit, letting the aches and chill take over. A door opening and shutting makes him open his eyes again, and Steve is there with two brown bags, setting them in the back of his nice BMW.

They don’t speak as Steve drives, Eddie’s too tired and the other man seems to respect that. He did say he’d been sick last week with it, he probably still remembers how awful talking is. The long haired man leans his too warm temple against the cold window, a tiny, quiet moan escaping his mouth.

“Eddie? Hey man, we’re here,” Steve shakes his shoulder gently, and he opens his eyes, feeling worse. Damn this shit hits quick.

“Thank you, seriously,” Eddie gives the shaggy haired man as much of a smile as he can muster.

“No problem, what was I going to do, say no?”

“Could have. Instead you were my knight in shining armor,” Eddie jokes, grabbing his pharmacy bag, opening the door.

“Oh! Here.” Steve thrusts one of the two bags from the deli at him.

“What-“

“It’s soup. I know you said you did t want any, but…you might get hungry later.”

“…you bought me soup?”

“Yeah? It’s not a big deal.”

“Thanks Stevie.”

Half an hour later, Eddie’s back in sweatpants and one of Wayne’s old, heavy sweaters. If he finishes the entire cup of soup, almost wishing for me, well….Steve won’t need to know.

#my fic #em #st #sh #asks #prompts

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wr3nns · 2 years

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THANKS TO THEM SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT SERIOUSLY I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT THINGS

I can't believe the possession and Flapjack death predictions were actually correct.

The way he calls him "Flap" I'm. I'm going to perish.

He liked himself he was happy he was content he had a positive self-image and then they just had to go and. They just went and. They just.

I just kept thinking about how much of a hell all those little details must have been to animate and they did so so so WELL I'm so impressed and happy with the results it's so pretty and full of life and character. The little rainbow heart pin on Camila's jacket, the costuming details, the stitching, the little character motions, the expressions, the shapeshifting, the magic, the.

THEY BROUGHT OUT THE FRAMES. the frames the frames the frames the frames the fra

their moodbuilding and tension and the atmosphere and

that fight scene was so so so so so so cool and epic and magnificent and the slow build of dread and unease and how it manifests and hits that peak and then it's just outright FEAR and

Amity was gonna surprise her with the rebus and the clue and the puzzle and she was gonna give her girlfriend something with hope and she was gonna give her a nice surprise and she was gonna do a nice sweet thing and

and Luz accidentally outing Hunter bc she's just so freaked out and scared and not in the right headspace and they're having a MEDICAL PROBLEM and she doesn't know what to do and

and BOTH of them getting outed and the others not blaming them or getting upset over it because

and GUS HAS KNOWN THE WHOLE TIME YOU CAN SEE IT YOU CAN TELL LOOK AT HIM

THE GIRAFFE

Willow taking up photography and Hunter getting really into sewing and Vee becoming more her own person with her own shape and image and self-expression and

The haircut, the book, how he nudges the book away a little bit

Amity not knowing how the library boxes work and getting freaked out by their mechanics and aefkjakjlef she's so silly I love her

the fashion the outfits the montage the physical representations of the passage of time my HEART

Gus with the little magic amplifier pendant earring and

"Hey Belos, Remember me?" AND CLEARLY HE DOES BECAUSE HE GOT MORE AGITATED

HUNTER FINALLY GETTING TO TELL OFF BELOS

THE FRAMERATE THE FRAMERATE THE FRAMERATE

NEVER GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT ANYTHING EVER AGAIN HOW COULD THEY HOW COULD THEY

nonbinary masha yes yesss i remember seeing the nails and just doing so much hand flapping because YESSSSS

sgregafrgsergserg jacob. everyone is so fed up with him it's always so funny asdkjfnjkleawh

THE VOICE OF THE LEGION THE REVERB THE

i'm good i'm cool i'm awesome i'm great everything is fine and dandy and nice and

i mean Hunter is made in part of palistrom wood and

WHERE DOES THE PORTAL OPEN UP WHERE DOES IT LEAD IN THE DEMON REALM WHERE WILL THEY SHOW UP WH

luz's human mom can finally meet her owl mom,,, and her demon brother,,, and

Hunter. finally finally finally being able to cry openly and being able to cry when he was always holding back the tears before you could SEE IT but now he's part of the family... and he gets to be emotional,,, and Luz gives him a little hug

and he can't hold back the tears for Flapjack. that was his emotional support palisman. actually. like really actually you can see it. that was his emotional support palisman. seriously. like actually his emotional support animal. his best friend.

but he'll be okay because he has family and a support system and there's gotta be a possession recovery thing in the demon realm, i mean it just. i mean. man's gonna find some books i just know it. that's what he does. he reads.

he hasn't seen his face yet he doesn't know. he doesn't know

gus and willow i love you i love you you're best friends you match each other's energy you're so silly you're so powerful you're so supportive you're so wonderful

he wants to play flyer derby with his friends. he has friends. he wants to play flyer derby with his friends. he

give the palisman a kiss too,,,, camila is such a good mom, Luz is such a good kid, i love them they're so good so good so wonderful

i want to draw

the sheer amount of little background details is stunning. i'm in awe. the little character traits too.

hunter with a mullet but at what cost. is he gonna get another haircut

is belos just hanging out on the other side of the portal? Why did he even want to go back there??? i thought he wanted to be in the human realm. maybe he needs more palismen. what would he go back.... hmmmmm.....

the huntlow moments are so sweet and wonderful and i love them they're so good i love them

the lumity moments the little light spell amity made the fact that glyphs work in the presence of titan's blood. would glyphs be more powerful around king. he could use glyphs, since they're just symbols and stuff, and he can draw, we know that,

willow willow willow willow

VEE!! she's just got the one face, just the one. just one. her little transformation sequence was so cute,,, kinda like a coming out, like this is how i wanna be now, introducing myself.

SPEAKING OF WHICH the lumity studios presents.... yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!

playing in the rain,,, in the mud,,, sillies. lovelies. little children. i love them oh my gosh they're so wonderful

I love this show

#toh #the owl house #the owl house season 3 #the owl house spoilers #Thanks To Them #tohspoilers #owlhousespoilers #thankstothemspoilers #wr3nns ramblings #having a lot of feelings right now. goodness. wow

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jinkicake · 1 year

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FHDHFH NO BC REALLY SCARAMOUCHE GOT ME AND I HATE IT!!! Bc all the fanart is top tier like it belongs in a museum and he the same vibe as imposter albedo like they can destroy a nation as a treat bc they’re lashing out🥺 chronic dabi disease. Like someone made this Tiktok about scaramouche walking in like “ daddy’s home” AMD IVE BEEN CRYING BC ITS TRUE HE STOLE ALL MY ATTENTION like wow I LOVE a mean ass man he can be all yandere in public but I’m taller than him like I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you home💀like good luck choking me I’m into that,but unfortunately the dick is the punishment bc he will get and more unhinged the more you push him, like yeah you can ignore him yelling at you when he’s pissed but in retaliation he will fuck you in the harbinger meeting table like 6 mins before they’re supposed to start he has absolutely no shame bc who’s gon beat his ass?? Lmao can’t decide weather he gags you and they continue on w the meeting like normal like your NOT bouncing on his dick about to pass out or he makes them watch as he humiliates you “don’t try to hide your face now, should I let them use you too? You’re already making a mess” like yeah you can roast him unites red in the face but is it worth him electrocuting you when you cum?? And doing it over and over?? Him🫱🏽‍🫲🏾Lisa Using their electro powers to shock their partners when they cum to make them loose it😔😔 like I would be scared FR if I even made him roll his eyes bc I will be blacked out for four business days he system updates your brain so you just gotta chill for a while like the dick is phenomenal but at what cost😫 and speaking of he definitely has customizable ones like he definitely has one that lights up in that big ass robot like I saw art of the “ fight” of him fucking the traveler In that robot and the wires holding them in place, and now that he’s got his redemption arc started I want him to travel around!! Ion even like going into sumuru w them annoying ass mushrooms 😭 I want to see him go to Liyue and hear about childe reputation “ you know that harbinger that almost drowned the harbor? I hear he’s sneaking around w that hot funeral consultant” “ excuse me what did you say🙂” I need him to restart his hoe era bc I KNOW that he was trying as much shit as he could as a freshly free “human” like idk how he knows kazuha but wouldn’t be surprised if they fucked like he’s a traveler and he’s seen shit, like kazuha could probably tell you about some crazy ass threesome he had in sumuru while on sex pollen😭 like they are for the streets!! Scaramouche would just have to give up bc I like him like oh you hate me? Hate me harder that’s hot🥰🥰 like very jealous of the fatui grunts bc he degrades them 😒 like okay your right maybe a “god” does beet to put a lowly human in their place🥴

EXACTLYYYYY like why is scara's fanart so good it sets me up to fail.... he's a fucking short puppet i should NOT like his ass T T but then again,,, he's fucking crazy and i love psycho characters..... he's unhinged and i enjoy it!!!

((the mention of dabi.... my heart hurts,,, my number one psycho like hes forever in my heart!!))

naur literally scara is so scary because he doesnt care like the dude has nothing to lose so he's so reckless T T it's not like you can ever leave him or anything so he can do whatever he wants w you!!! hence his obsession w fucking you in front of others and just treating you like shit sighhh

honestly, im torn between obsessive yandere!scara and timid gentle!scara like there is no in between... he's either k!lling everyone that you talk to or holding your hand to make sure that you never leave him.... i guess clingy scara is another form or yandere!scara huh-

wahhhhh no literally ughhhh he and lisa are bitches when it comes to teasing their s/o w electricity like their fingers are literal vibrators.... ADD MISS MIKO TO THAT LIST TOO BC SHE'D ALSO DO THAT- they're all evil!!!!

oh my gawdddd did you read that one post about fucking his robot? my jaw DROPPED when i saw it.... it's like fucking eren's titan

i've seen the scara kazuha ship connections already!!!! and honestly,,, i see it.... i truly do!

also, i have to ask.... how do you feel about his supposed redemption arc? bc me, personally, i don't know how i feel like i want closure for him and everything but i also like him as a little shit >:-) i dont want him to get softttttt but idk!!!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu #sorta?

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mochiwrites · 2 years

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Ask for screaming, and you shall receive screaming.

Ahem. AAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK-

Is now the time to tell people who haven't read it doesn't take a killer to murder to avert their eyes and read because my screaming will contain So Many Spoilers? Well I'm gonna say it anyway SO <3

I knew to fear when you said you were looking forward to our reactions buT I WAS NOT PREPARED, TAURTIS MY BELOVED I AM SO SORRY

Anyway- now that I have that out of my system....

FINALLY the answer to who's knock knock knockin' on the door!! Pearl not even knowing how badly freaked out Grian is, Grian not explaining, Taurtis' lighthearted joking confusion and Grian relaxing bc it's just his bestiieee <3 Just beautiful. I loved them just chillin' and havin' a good time around town, even though Grian is highkey stressing, and <3 But. BUT. @ THAT "OLD MAN" YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I SEE YOU Mr. Green Eyes and Cane Man Who Owns the SWAGGON SHOP- is that too on the nose? ANYWAY I SEE YOU SIR why ya gotta be so OMINOUS man. Suspecting what I suspect just makes Grian's unease about being in the shop both more beautiful AND ironic <3 BUT THEN. THEN THAT CRYPTIC CREEPY WARNING, YEAH NO WONDER GRIAN THINKS THAT'S A THREAT I'd think it was a threat too MY GODS- oh man I can't wait to one day MAYBE get a crumb of context for this scene haha? Pls? Mayhaps? :'D

Anywaaay~ Grian feeling like it's his fault that Taurtis got got </3 Grian no sweetie just 'cause you know there's vampires don't mean you could've done anything to stop it it's not your fault </3 But really, Grian feeling guilty because he KNOWS about vampires and didn't tell Pearl and Taurtis, and he let his guard down and lost track of time- it's so good, b/c he didn't really do anything wrong- this wouldn't have changed even if he hadn't known (.... right? This wasn't- this wasn't targeted, RIGHT??) and just hjfsdjkfdjk the fact he feels like he's to blame and it's his responsibility to find the person who did this, it is just. I am soft for this boy <3 GRUM AND JRUM MY BELOVED BABY BOIS I love them so much they're so sweet and cheeky <3 Mumbo recognizing that them knowing Grian is there means they won't just leave him alone <3

"He's so annoying why didn't he stay gone" says Mumbo as he immediately and without hesitation tosses aside what he's doing to answer the door. And just- the IMMEDIATE softening when he opens the door to find Grian, having been crying and full of guilt, and recognizing and FEELING human emotion, wanting to keep it close and PROTECT it because it's so HUMAN and FAMILIAR and PRECIOUS, even if he didn't outright think/say it, and just. Just the softness between them I- hjfsdjkfhdj Mumbo letting Grian say his piece, and the fact that Grian while angry and full of guilt has enough sense about himself to not BLAME Mumbo in place of all vampires or something, but instead want to HELP him find the one responsible and just- Mumbo putting a hand over Grian's as he agrees and invites him in and I just.

Mochi I have SO MANY EMOTIONS about this AU in general but this fic I 🥺 There's so much HGJKFSKFS FEAR but it's also so soft and sad and I am just 🥺🥺🥺 Wonderful <3

OKAY IT’S TAKEN ME FOREVER TO GET TO THIS BUT !!!! ACIIIII WAAAAAAAAAH

I’m glad I could give you many emotions >:3 this was a super fun fic to write honestly !!! though I definitely did not think it’d be the first one out of the three to get finished dmfkfkkfkf but !!! to directly reply to some things <3

- that whole scene of grian going and answering the door??? completely written on the fly DKFKFKFK it was No Where in my original plans for that scene. but I was like “haha it’d be funny if I did all this build up and it turns out it was just taurtis on the other side” and then I did it

- it is INCREDIBLY on the nose but I made it subtly obvious for a reason <3 and yes, there will be context for that scene eventually !!! it’s actually like. my second favorite scene in that whole fic??? I love the dialogue from that conversation <33

- pats grian’s head, this bad boy can fit So Much guilt— him and his guilt complex, eh? and no, even if grian had told them, or if he wasn’t aware of vampires, it wouldn’t have changed a thing :( but AY GRUM AND JRUM AM I RIGHT GKFKGMFKF

- god that entire sequence between mumbo and grian… that rant that grian goes on was so damn difficult to write for some reason??? it was challenging finding a balance between anger and guilt but not putting that blame on mumbo. at least not for being a vampire. instead he kinda throws that frustration at mumbo for telling him to stay out of things. but even then it’s more so frustration at himself for listening. and yeah <333 mumbo looking at grian and seeing a younger version of him and going “oh. protect? I protect?”

cause mumbo Definitely recognizes in that moment that regardless of what he tells grian, gri is still going to get involved. and as much as mumbo may want to limit his interactions with grian, he’s beginning to nurture this want to protect his humanity. because yk. in a world of monsters, your humanity is slowly stripped away from you :)

but !!!! yeah <33 am glad you enjoyed the fic uwu. I seem to be very good with writing soft but sad???? I’m seeing a Trend here

#mochi speaks #songbird’s blood au #grumbo #hermitshipping #vampire!mumbo #human!grian

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eggs-can-draw · 1 year

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you, about Mitarai: Yes he does he lives w/ Impostor

komaeda anon: please please please imposter needs a boyfriend also is Tsumugi redeemable :(

you: Yeah, eventually. I don’t know why but once she’s recovered I’ve been playing with the thought of her being like. A team rocket type villain for a little. Just a little. She’s gotta get it outta her system

komaeda anon: her n imposter,,,, set her straight!!! THEY BOND OVER IDENTITY

Yin: I thought Tsumugi died died?

komaeda anon: I thought that was like an added tidbit of how if all things failed, she'd be sacrificed and that probably Horrified Makoto once he learnt bc like SHE'S JUST A KID

you: No, she only died in the program, it’ll take a while for her to recover. They made it so that she could die in the program but the same way the sdr2 gang “died” in the program

firedemongaming: She better scream 'TEAM TSUMUGI'S BLASTING OFF AGAIN' while fleeing from the consequences of her antics

you: She has an extra monokuma she found in the rubble of the og hpa as her meowth

komaeda anon: I figured AI Chihiro and Chiaki destroyed that dead man switch and that's how people found out about it Chiaki: hey did you know they planned to kill Tsumugi if she failed Makoto: THEY WERE GONNA WHAT NOW Makoto marches right back in, goes straight to the office and punches the fucking PRINCIPAL Makoto: you're not going to tell anyone about who punched you bc if you did, so help me, i'll spill your project and we don't want THAT going public do we? :)

Yin: OH NAH they want it going public they wanna drag ff through the dirt

komaeda anon: yeye but Makoto is being a little shit, he wants to make sure THEY publish it first

firedemongaming: no, no, Makoto doesn't punch the principal in the face. He kicks him. Metal leg. Hurts more.

komaeda anon: lucky boys handshake but they clang their metal prosthetics, which tbh using metal for prosthetics is stupid unless it's lightweight tbh their weight distribution is all off

firedemongaming: Titanium is pretty light and durable. Combined with carbon fiber, the resulting leg would be pretty sturdy and rather lights

komaeda anon: Komaeda's first prosthetic might be heavier tho bc of limited metals

firedemongaming: While Naegi was kicking the principal, Komaeda got a fast boat ride back, grabbed his first prosthetic, got a boat back to the mainland and barged into NHPA and threw the prosthetic at the principal's face

komaeda anon: "let me give you a hand :))" CLANG

you: Hajime makes spares for both in his free time just to see what he can get away with (flamethrower in Naegi’s leg, a hand for Nagito where all the fingers are secret pens, etc etc)

Little wet cat man, Tsumugi thoughts, and prosthetic shenanigans 😌

#eggs can answer

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marveloussupernerd · 1 year

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I Still Believe - Saeran (Choi Twins Spectacular)

YEAHHHHHHHHHH YALL

Summary: your first Christmas with Saeran and you realize last minute that him and his brother still believe in Santa. Cue the chaos. This is at least two parts bc I’m tired but I have to post this before the holiday ends

It wasn’t until December 22nd until you figured out this Christmas was going to be a lot harder than you initially intended.

It was supposed to be a relaxing day in of holiday prep for Saeran and Saeyoung’s first official Christmas. Saeyoung was working on making the lights on the Christmas tree all light up at once, Saeran was arranging a bouquet of poinsettias to display, and you were making a batch of frosting for your cookies.

It had all been perfect. Until your perfect boyfriend looked up at you, tilting his head in question: “Love, can I ask you something?”

You stopped the mixer, giving him your full attention. “Of course. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering… when are you supposed to write your letters to Santa? I know Christmas is coming up soon.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes widened. “Oh! Uh… did you ever send him letters in the past? How early did you do it then?”

His cheeks flushed a little red and he looked down, shaking his head. “No. This is our first Christmas with Santa visiting. He never knew we existed before this year.”

Oh.

“So you’ve never gotten gifts from him before?” You questioned.

“Nah, just from the church Saeyoung went to for a year. And then that was it.”

You raised your voice to reach his brother. “Saeyoung. You’ve never been visited by Santa?”

A pause. “Nah. I’ve been off the grid since birth.”

You pushed the mixer to the side, wiping your hands on one of the red and green striped towels in the kitchen. “Alright, everyone take a break. We’ve gotta write Santa letters of what we want.” You started fishing in one of the drawers for pieces of paper, envelopes, and pens.

“Will it make it in time?” Saeran asked, flowers now set aside in a vase.

“Of course. The post office has a pretty quick system to send things to Santa. Takes full priority.”

Saeyoung walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “So what do we write in these letters?” He looked pretty exciting.

“Just like… something you want for Christmas. Or a few things. Keep it short and simple because he has a lot of letters to go through,” you explained. You watched the two boys start writing. You peered over Saeran’s shoulder to see what he wanted, but he nudged you away.

“You can’t look! Or then it won’t come true,” he pouted. You took a step away from him. This might be harder than you thought. “And why aren’t you writing a letter?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I don’t want anything. I’m so happy right now and I don’t think anything could make it better.”

“You need a new screen protector for your phone,” Saeyoung muttered. You sighed and grabbed a piece of paper, writing down a very lame letter to Santa asking for a screen protector.

“How do we address the envelope?” Saeran asked, letter all sealed up.

“Just write Santa real big. The post office will know what to do.”

He addressed the letter and set it down on the counter. He went to leave the kitchen but then paused, grabbing your arm gently, leaning in close to you. “I’m so in love with you,” he declared softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Christmas is going to be great thanks to you.”

You pecked his lips then walked over to his brother. “You almost done? When you finish I’ll run them to the post office real quick.”

“Can I come?” Saeran asked, poking his head from around the corner.

“Nah, it’s going to be really lame.”

Saeyoung rolled his eyes. “No we have to go! I wanna see how they send it to him!”

You giggled, shaking your head. “They don’t show you. They do it all behind the counter. It’s truly very boring.” You needed to open those envelopes to find out what they asked for from Santa.

“Then we’ll come with to keep you company,” Saeran decided, bringing in each of your winter coats.

Well how inconvenient.

So you offered to drive, taking the boys to the post office and handing their letters to a very confused lady. But you did ask her to store them for safekeeping until they shipped out the next round of letters to Santa, so hopefully she would catch on and keep the letters for you.

Very ready to get this show on the road, you turned to the twins when you got back to the car. “I’m gonna take you two home then run to the mall. I have a few last-minute things to get.” You weren’t actually going to the mall, but back to the post office to get the lists, of course.

“Oo! I have some things I want to get too,” Saeyoung said cheerfully. “I’ll accompany you.”

“Nope! I still have a part of your present to get.”

He paused for a minute. His brother chimed in: “Well… you can drive us and you can split up to shop then meet at the end?”

“No Baby, I have to get something else for you too,” you explained to him. You really just wanted to go to the post office.

“You can split off with me then Saeran! I just need to get something for Yoosung and Jaehee,” Saeyoung offered.

“Oh… I didn’t realize we were getting all of them gifts.”

“Nah, I’ll just sign your name on the stuff from me.”

Saeran grinned at you. “So… what do you say? Group mall trip?”

You tried your best to hide the despair you felt from reaching your face. “Group mall trip,” you uttered out, kind of pitifully.

You parked at the food court of the mall, walking into the center with the brothers in tow. “Okay. Meet back here in an hour?” You offered.

“Sounds good!” Saeyoung flashed a thumbs up. “3:22. Be there or be square.”

“Okay!” You looked over at your boyfriend, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “See you soon!”

You tried to walk away casually and not run. But it was a ten minute drive to the post office. And you couldn’t turn around and walk straight back out the exit. Which meant you had to camp in one of the stores next to the food court and wait for enough distance to form between you and the other two, then make a mad dash for the exit of the mall.

You felt like the secret agent out of all of them.

Stepping on the gas and speeding way faster than one would care to admit, you pulled up to the post office. 2:36. There was a small line, especially because you had to wait to make sure you met with the same lady who took you earlier.

“You’re back,” she said cheerfully.

“Yes, thank goodness. Could I have those letters to Santa back?”

She grinned and passed them your way. “Why are they writing letters to Santa? They seem a little old for that.”

You blank stared at the lady. You did not have enough time to unpack all of that. “Just cause! Have a great one!” You dashed out of the post office and back to the car to drive to the mall.

2:55 and you were sitting in a parking space comparable to the one you had earlier at the mall, reading over the letters. Saeyoung asked for a Roomba (odd choice but okay). Saeran had asked for a green dahlia flower. All in all it shouldn’t be too impossible.

You went to the department store to get Saeyoung’s roomba, but you were having a lot more trouble with the flower. Most importantly, the flowers were primarily summer and early autumn flowers. Additionally, green ones were very rare. And most importantly, did he want seeds or just the flower!?

You spent the rest of your time sitting in the food court calling flower shops. When things got hopeless you did what you had to do… make a group chat with Jumin and Jaehee and ask them to put all their effort into obtaining this flower in the next two days for you. They promised to get right on it.

Right on time Saeran and Saeyoung showed up, three bags total between the two.

“Productive?” You asked.

“Very. And you? You only have one bag.” Saeyoung questioned. Dammit, these two were too clever.

“Yeah.” You started messing with your hair nervously. “I forgot I had some stuff at home too!”

“Ah, well do you want me to carry your bag for you?” Your boyfriend offered, leaning down to grab your bag.

“No it’s okay! If I had both my hands free I’d feel weird. Thank you though, Love.”

With that, the three of you went to the car, with you stopping to toss the letters to Santa before they accidentally found them.

Now all you had to do was get this flower… and figure out how to get past two of the clingiest, lightest sleepers you knew to set out the gifts for Christmas.

Haha I am tired but I’m writing more tmr :)

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #707 #saeyoung choi #ray choi

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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I have no clue if I'm allowed to be in here again,, I'm sure it's fine.

But Assassin's Creed,, I'm torn between the group of Gals I normally request or Callum. I leave that in your hands, fishie. This is honestly just to write anything Assassin's Creed to your hearts content :D

The Depths to Which I Hate Shay

[Warnings: everything. no im just playing, absolutely nothing]

[AN: Or rather, how I would fight him in the Ihop parking lot bc I love Ihop]

alright largely this is a joke but I just want to get this out of my system.

And no, this has nothing to do with the Templars. I think it's a very black and white view to think Assassins = good and Templars = bad, as clearly Rogue was challenging that.

It's been a while since I've touched Rogue, but he did have valid reasons for leaving.

I just find Shay annoying. Like I love him and also hate him. I would willingly fight him. I don't like his catchphrase. It's so awkward.

"I make my own luck" stop it.

And then he just DID THAT to Arno's dad? Really? Like, okay I get it, but still. Still.

SO I would like to fight him in the Ihop parking lot.

Let's get this out of the way: i'm a 5' tall east asian woman, and tbh I'm not that muscular except for my legs. I'm going to kick him as hard as I can. Make him fold. He could still like, absolutely destroy me though but I don't think he would. He gives off the vibe that he just wouldn't hurt me? Like he's hesitant about it. And I think that's weak *eyeroll emoji indicating sarcasm*

I think earlier Shay, like when he first was actually turning to the templars, was actually much more contemplative, reflective and "redeemable" than the man he became when he murdered Arno's father.

I like that Shay better.

But like, later on in life the man sucks. And I think that's ubisoft's problem. They just can't make a well rounded villain, they gotta put them in one stereotype "ooooo templar evil". Like they did a total 180 on the thoughtful and contemplative man he was. Apparently he was gleeful over the revolution in Paris, which would kill even more innocent people when he was traumatized over what happened in Lisbon(?)

But anyways, I think older Shay I would attempt to kill myself in the parking lot of an Ihop. I love Ihop. Why is he here?? Get out???

Younger Shay I might have a chat with.

Older Shay is having his ribs stolen. I don't make the rules.

He killed Ade. I'm definitely not pleased with that. Adewale deserved the world and MORE. Come on.

I'm also not sure he really understood the Creed all that well. He was depicted as immature and too fired up from the beginning. I don't know if he did enough sleuthing within the creed to "entirely justify" him jumping ship. But y'know, everyone needs to go their own path.

ALSO I just,,, I don't know, I find him kind of shady. I wouldn't trust him to show up for the group project, but I would trust him if I was in a bad place and needed someone.

It's a love hate relationship.

Genuinely, I would steal his car and I can't drive.

#assassins creed rogue #shay patrick cormac #shay cormac #ac: rogue #assassin's creed #assassin's creed headcanon

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autismnation · 2 years

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eddie munson hcs

he has adhd and autism

he wears eyeliner

he's transgender/ftm (his pronouns are he/they/vamp/it) and gay (mlm)

he paints his nails black

he has like a whole colony of stray cats that hang around his trailer because he keeps feeding them. he's named every single one and he sometimes lets them inside when his uncle's not there (wayne has zero idea this is happening). he also once saw a raccoon and tried to bring it into his cat colony but it hissed at him so he got scared and abandoned that idea

His uncle collects mugs so he gives one to him every birthday and that's why there's so many mugs hung up in his trailer

Eddie's fave type of stimming is oral stimming and he chews on literally anything, usually his fingers or lips, Steve's hand or his shirt. Steve bought him a bunch of chewellery. He also chews on his hair a lot and thats why he had it buzzed when he was younger

He struggled with severe depression and anxiety when he was younger because of the bullying and because didn't have much of a support system (only his uncle). He still struggles with it in present day but because he has more of a support system with his friends, it's a bit better

When he was at rock bottom, he used stealing as a coping mechanism (it made him believe he had control of his life when he successfully stole something) and he developed kleptomania. Somehow he never got caught by the police. His uncle found out though and helped him create better coping mechanisms

He's sooo clumsy it's actually a bit crazy. Like he trips over thin air. He's stupid though (affectionate) and doesn't care for any of his injuries so his friends always carry bandaids for him.

He also age regresses. Steve is his caregiver. Robin age regresses too so they hang out a lot

He hates the doctors because...obviously. Like why would he want this random person poking and prodding him with cold hands and when he goes it's like ??? What's gonna happen? ITS SCARY. Also what if he goes and they're like "oh you gotta have surgery" or something? It's terrifying. (I'm 100% projecting btw /lh)

I'm 100% projecting here too but he is terrified of getting blood taken because when he was a kid he got blood taken but the doctor didn't do it properly and he got a massive bruise for weeks ://

He has really weird sleeping habits. Like he can sleep anywhere in any position like it's actually really bad though because his body always hurts because of it. He also murmurs and talks a lot in his sleep (nonsensical stuff) and often forgets to change into sleeping clothes. He does that thing where you put your laundry on your bed so you put it away but it just doesn't work cuz he just sleeps on the pile

He used to wet the bed as a kid for quite a while, like until he was 15 or something, but it started again after the Vecna stuff.

He also struggles with realising when he's hungry. He can only tell when he's starving. Like when you're so hungry you have no energy to get food to eat. Because of this, he struggles on non-school days because he doesn't have a set time to eat so he snacks a lot on weekends

He struggles with knowing when he has a full bladder too. Like he doesn't pee himself but he doesn't ever think "hey maybe I feel really uncomfortable bc I need to pee". Idk how to explain it. I'm projecting so if you know what I mean you know.

He struggles with the texture of a lot of foods so he mostly eats peanut butter sandwiches or chicken nuggets. Yeah, he doesn't have the healthiest diet ever....

His first tattoo was a really shitty stick n poke. He covered it up with his bat tattoo

He also wants a Corroded Coffin tattoo but he wants it to be perfect so he's still deciding on the design

He can't understand when other people use sarcasm yet loves using sarcasm himself

Loves wearing rings bc fashion but as soon as he's on his own he takes them off bc of sensory issues

He flaps his hands and kicks his legs to stim. He also scrunches his face up. The first time he did it, Steve was worried bc it looked like he was in pain but nah, Eddie was living his best life

He got nicknamed freak bc autistic + adhd + trans + gay but also because he had a meltdown in class because of overstimulation (lights were too bright and everyone was talking too loud)

Eddie and Robin stim by smacking each other's hands (credit to corrodedcoffinkid & autisticmunson)

He's a really loud crier. He yells when he cries

he's a theatre kid. i think he likes naturalism the most bc he's a very good actor but he usually gets pushed into comedic relief roles (bc ppl want to laugh at him ://). but he’s also really good with physical theatre elements because he’s so creative that he comes up with ideas instantly. sadly he usually gets roles with little to no lines. he doesn't mind all that much because less time rehearsing means more time to spend on d&d and with his friends etc.

I think he would be EXCELLENT in a sad scene because of the aforementioned depression and the one time he actually gets a big role everyone is just fckin blown away by how great he is.

100% is the type to rehearse a really sad scene and then afterward crack the stupidest joke ever with tears still streaming down his face

he has a bridge piercing, septum piercing and snake bites. he also has his ears pierced but rarely wears then. he's thought about stretching his ears but decided against it bc he 100% knows he'll be impatient and rush it and rip his earlobes off LMAO

#hes my blorbo.#eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #autistic eddie munson

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steampunkagumon · 6 months

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The first "I love you" - Vandals x reader

TW for Riot's section (for implied/referenced child abuse) also getting dangerously close to co-dependency there, buckaroo

Bro was comin' off the ketamine

Like, need I say more

There's whole viral videos about the things people can say when they just start waking up from anesthesia

So you decide to mess with him and go “Oh, I like Timmy now.”

“B-but I gave you Goldfish!”

“He gave me a cookie.”

“Whoa, a whole cookie?…”

Grayson

His frustrated screams can be heard clear from the hall. You peek your head into the computer lab to check on him, and find him fuming over some code he's working on

“I've been staring at this for over a week, and I can't find the line that's making everything go all screwy! UGH, this is a disaster…”

You walk over and give everything a quick glance, and you immediately spot the problem. Maybe a word was misspelled or something was set to “:true” instead of “:false”, something simple that he would normally feel stupid for missing.

He taps a few keys, and everything's working again! He pulls you in, planting a big kiss right on your cheek, before hugging you and practically sobbing into your shoulder. “YOU SEXY RUBBER DUCK, I LOVE YOU!!!”

yep it's the comic I reblogged the other day

Riot

One Discord convo I distinctly remember is it getting debunked that Riot is autistic bc Pyro doesn't know if he's autistic and didn't want to misrepresent

Point is, I think their sexualities (demi) would also match up for similar reasons

So you'd have to get to know each other and really form a bond first, which is fine bc I think he'd really appreciate you as a friend

But once he falls he falls HARD

When you two are hanging out, it's almost always at your place. You only ever go back to his when his uncle isn't home

And, one day, you do learn why that is

You walked him home that night, and as you were leaving, you heard them get into an argument about him coming home so late. There was an impacting noise, a grunt, and the sounds of various metals falling and breaking

You asked him about it the next time you saw him, and he told you everything. But before you could run off and do something about it, he stopped you, grabbing you by the wrist, begging you not to tell anyone

“Why not?!”

He was quiet for a moment. “'Cuz I don't wanna go… A-and if I can wait to say anything about it 'til I'm 18, they can't put me in the system.” Tears welling up in his eyes, he hugged you as tight as he could. “I don't wanna lose you! I love you, dammit!”

Reiner

Y'know that antisocial's fear of accidentally saying “you too” to the waiter when they bring your food?

It's like that

You wrap up a call with your mom as you get your noodles from the food truck and absent-mindedly say “Gotta go, love you!”

And you stand there with your fancy bluetooth earpiece like a deer in headlights at the realization of what just happened

There's a chuckle from the window

“I love you too.” *winks*

And you see, that's where the trouble began. That smile. That darn smile.

Gary

You work as a barista at the coffee shop in town, and you're probably the best one there at handling bigger orders

You see this guy reading the order off his phone, absolutely winded. You can tell he's already had a rough day, so you slide the card back to him. “Consider it on the house.”

You'll probably get in trouble for that but who knows?

It genuinely surprises him how fast you get the order done, that he might actually be on time for once, and it just kinda… slips

“I love you. —!”

Hand slapped over his mouth and his face turning bright red, he took the drinks and ran. You didn't think much of it, though. Just laughed it off and went on with your day

#digi-destiny #eric ryder #grayson mcknight #ryan scarlett #reiner takeshi #gary pasternak #x reader #headcanons

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