#y'know... exactly the shit you claim to want?

[curlsincriminology]

Crush on You - Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: Hi yeah, can you tell this was written by someone with ADHD on a plane in 30 minutes? Sure! But it's the first thing I think I've published in 5 years so you're gonna have to just deal with it! Not beta'd because again, first piece in 5 years. Also if you are lactose-intolerant be careful, this shit is CHEESY!!

@boyfriendstevie

Steve was going to maim Robin. 

He swore to God right then and there, looking at you with that cute little teasing twinkle in your eye as you said, "so you've got a crush on me, huh?" that he was going to find a way to permanently silence her. 

Robin had to be behind this. It had taken all of 12 hours - from him spilling his guts about his debilitating infatuation as he drove her home from work, to you sauntering through the Family Video doors - to get to this moment. 

His face felt hot... was he dying? Could he actually be dying? The sound of his heart pounding in his ears made him think he might still have a few more minutes of agony to go before his body mercifully took pity on him and just... y'know. Ended it. 

You, on the other hand, were thriving. You were positively giddy, unsure when the last time you had felt solid ground under your feet; you had floated on a cloud (you were sure of it) over to Family Video. 

Honestly, it wasn't Robin's fault. 

No one in their right mind would tell her something that they didn't want you to find out. Robin had been spilling Hawkins' secrets to you since your family had moved to town. 

At first, it was protective - a welcoming to the neighbourhood that helped you to know what cliques to avoid and who was sort of cool. Then it was friendly, to make you feel more at ease that you actually weren't coming off like the idiot you thought you might be. 

Now? Now it was downright… messy? Fun? No, definitely mischievous. 

Why else would she have rolled up on her bike to your part-time spot, parked behind the desk at the Hawkins Public Library, with that shit-eating grin on her face claiming she had some positively delightful news to tell you?

Either way you didn't care. Because it had brought you here, still in your work getup, absolutely vibrating with the sheer force it was taking you to not be the biggest tease in the world about something that was okay, maybe a little sensitive. 

Steve could see the restraint on your face anyway. He knew you wanted to tease him - you were loving this. 

He was still contemplating just faking an emergency and leaving. It would have been hard with the way you were leaning over the counter, gripping the side closest to him to keep you supported as you blocked him from passing you. But maybe he could manage it if he put on a good enough show.

You were biting your lip in an attempt to not freak him out with the intensity of your grin. You really just wanted him to admit it.

Standing there, with your body basically draped over the counter, your lip worried between your teeth and your eyebrow raised, Steve thought maybe it wouldn’t be the embarrassment that killed him. Maybe it would just be from how goddamn pretty you were.  He had never seen anyone more enchanting than you - he thought there were probably damn hearts in his eyes as he stared at you. 

And if he thought about it, maybe you hadn't heard it from Robin... he wasn't exactly subtle when it came to you. He'd definitely tripped over himself, literally, to be the one to grab you a tape you'd requested be put on hold. More than once. 

There had also been the time when you had caught him watching you as you perused the shelves, completely ignoring the increasingly frustrated attempts of Mrs Jones to try and get him to check out "Trading Places" for her. 

"Steeeeeeeve." The melodic singsong of your voice was enough to bring him back to the present. And to cause him to realize he had just been staring at you, gape-mouthed, for at LEAST 15 uninterrupted seconds. 

Yeah, it would be the embarrassment that killed him. 

"I- I uh." You watched a muscle bob in Steve's throat as he swallowed hard, nervously running his hand through his hair. "I-"

"Are you always this articulate?" You said with a bat of your eyelashes and he groaned. You were gorgeous and funny and he used to be so much better at this. There's no way he would have fumbled this conversation back in high school. 

Then again, you hadn't been at his high school. 

Eyes closed he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and quickly realised that could be interpreted as "no, I am NOT always this articulate which is to say, quite accurately,  sometimes I literally can't speak when you talk to me". Steve quickly opened his eyes to stammer out... something. Jesus. He was really killing it. 

You remain in your position, leaning on the counter as you wait for him to formulate a coherent thought. And no, you would not give him a reprieve. Not yet. 

Because you had been hiding your crush behind teasing comments and little jokes and playful nudges since the second you laid eyes on the man in front of you. Ever the charmer, he would flirt and tease and joke back with you, tit for tat. But sometimes… you could push it, and throw him off his game. You could reduce him to a blushing sputtering mess, and you loved nothing more than to watch him try to process if you were talking a big game or would really walk the walk. You wanted to see if you could get him to finally end this game of chicken.

Steve huffed and let out a tentative laugh. His hand had found its way back to the disheveled strands on his head. "I, uh, I feel like there's no way for me to get out of this."

If Steve hadn't spent the last few months studying your every goddamn facial expression, he would have missed the little narrow you did of your eyes. Almost imperceptible, but he knew you did it when you were processing something and not quite sure where that thought process was taking you. Or what you were going to do. 

It seemed like only a fraction of a second before you decided. 

"What if," you began, a small almost devilish smile starting to spread across your lips, "I made it easier for you?"

You leaned closer towards Steve, and watched his eyes widen ever so slightly as he looked down at your lips. He licked his own without realising it, following your movements as you leaned closer, closer... and grabbed the sticky pad and pen he'd been doodling on before you had flounced in. 

His cheeks warmed and it didn't escape your notice that there was a small flush spreading across Steve's face. Or that he absolutely wanted to kiss you. 

You grinned to yourself, pulling the used sticky off and pressing it onto Steve's chest. He glanced down in confusion at the piece of paper stuck in the gap of his vest, his eyes flying back up to meet yours as you beamed.  If you left your fingers splayed across his chest a second or two longer than necessary, he didn’t voice any complaints. 

Pulling your hand away from Steve’s chest, you curled it over the pad in your other hand, scribbling furiously, while keeping the note’s contents hidden from Steve's curious gaze. 

Pleased with yourself, you flipped the pad back towards him on the counter and slid the pen along with it, bumping his hand so that he would take over their possession. His fingers curled over yours briefly, and while you would’ve liked to have kept your hand under his a little longer, you were playing a special game and you weren’t ready for it to be over just yet.

Steve was so focused on your little smirk, and the way your eyes had crinkled when he looked down at your bottom lip, he didn't even register the note when he glanced down at it. 

"You can send it along with the town crier if you want." You teasingly gestured out the window to Robin who had just pulled up in front of the store. He struggled to process it all; everything that was you and the note you had slipped across the counter, and he finally looked up again at you, you were partially to the door. A wink thrown back at him as you passed Robin. 

"Hey Robs. Bye Steve." He heard a muffled “hello” and “bye” from Robin’s direction in response, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would have been to capture your lips against his with you as close as you had been. If not that, Christ, he could have at least admitted he couldn’t get you out of his head with you, there, giving him the perfect opportunity. 

The chime of the door wasn't enough for him to stop staring after you. In fact, he watched you walk away until he couldn't see you anymore. He was vaguely aware of Robin speaking to him as she buzzed around him, moving things he had left “in the wrong place” and “should have put away already”. He felt her push into her personal space, boundaries long forgotten if they had ever been present at all, as she tapped at his hand.

"Uuuuh Steve? What's that?" Robin asked, her large blue eyes studying him and the object partially hidden by his large palm. He blinked slowly, eyes focusing back on the room in front of him instead of the spot where he had last seen you, turning out of the parking lot.

He could be angry with Robin later he thought, flipping the pad in his hand to read what you had written. He felt the tips of his ears go red as he finally processed the words in your slightly messy scrawl, Robin yammering about something in the background. 

It was cute and it was cheesy and he was almost grateful you had left so you didn’t see the big stupid grin that spread across his face. Yeah, he had a crush on you. But you had a crush on him too.

He grabbed the pen and checked “yes”, pulling the note off the pad and shoving it deep in his pocket to get it away from Robin. He could deliver it himself.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things x reader #jasmine tries to write #curlswithcreativity

[lumiheartszz]

I have a Revivebur prompt should you want it.

Imagine the reader, who use to be Revivebur's secretary back when he was president and was rather close to him (in more ways than one ;) ), finding out he came back to life then rushing to find him.

It's a nice reunion, but, well, 13 and a half years in limbo is bound to cause Revivebur to feel some pent up urges that he would love to resolve with the reader.

Im so desperate for this man.

MINORS DNI !!

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His lips were on your neck as you two held each other under the covers.

"Been so long, angel... I haven't seen you in forever..." He was touching you so much. He was starved for that physical contact. After all, 13 years of being alone messes your head up.

He trailed his tongue along the side of your neck, reaching the area under your ear.

"Oh, c'mon, Will... what's with you being so... affectionate, hmm?" You gently nudged his stomach.

"13 years of being isolated, not having anyone to spend time with... it really did fuck me up." He sighed, fingers fiddling with your waistband. His lips met your clothed stomach, kissing up to just below your tits.

"Getting touchy, are we?" You grabbed both his cheeks in order to get him to look at you.

"Come oooon, sugar... jus' let me..." Wilbur grabbed your waist, positioning you just above his crotch.

"I've been so needy for you in limbo, y'know? I've been so... deprived... of your delicious body." He cooed.

"Yeah? Sure you are, doll." You rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. You slowly grinded on him, making him nearly choke with your lips against his.

"Fuckin' hell, baby..." he hissed.

You watched him struggle to keep himself sane with a smug grin on your face. "Be a good boy, yeah?" You harshly pulled on his hair, resulting in him wincing in pain.

"Oh, you little shit," he spoke with gritted teeth. He was obviously pissed at how you tried to take control. He grabbed you, shoving you under him. Wil's hand gripped your neck, a choking sound being ripped right from you.

"What I say fucking goes, whore." He growled as he bit into your neck like an animal. You squirmed in pain, and at the same time, felt slick coat your pussy.

"Let me take a wild guess. You... you're getting turned on like the filthy slut you are, aren't you? Fucking answer!" He pulled on your hair, using it to shake your head when you wouldn't answer.

You gathered enough courage to talk back to him. "What if I am? Don't act like you hate me, you're as much of a kinky slut as I am." You had a mischievous glint in your eyes, and Wilbur loved it. Wilbur loved how you fought back to him. He loved you two's banter in bed. It turns him on in ways you don't get.

His lips crashed against yours at an alarmingly fast speed, his tongue moving in dizzying rhythms against yours. The kiss was sloppy, pulling moans from the two of you.

You both made out under the gleam of the moonlight, teasing and bantering with one another as you both hungrily stripped each other's clothes off.

He bit into your neck, hungrily claiming you as his, his for all eternity. You bit your moans back. You didn't want his already big ego to expand if you did, no, that was for later. This didn't go unnoticed, however.

"Make some sound, princess, make them know who you belong to." He dived into the crook of your neck once more, sucking more purple hickeys into it.

"Don't you- hah- think it's be hotter if you moaned too? I love hearing what I'm doing to you, y'know?~" you pulled him into a kiss, to which he reciprocated with equal fervor.

"Oh, I do, alright." His hands kept touching every inch of your beautiful body, but not where you need him the most, which made you involuntarily whine as he touched your inner thighs.

"Is something the matter, dollface?" He smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Cut the crap, Wil." You hissed at him. Finally, his finger slipped inside your hole, making you gasp. All words from you immediately disappeared.

"Aww, cat got your tongue, princess?" He mocked. You became even more speechless when he sped his fingers up with a smirk on his face.

"Oh you bi-- AH!" You nearly lost it when he added two fingers at once. You gripped the sheets with all your might, squirming as you held your sounds back.

"You really wanna play this game?" His tongue suddenly licked against your clit, finally making you moan out.

"That's my girl." He kept on licking your swollen clit whilst he fingered you, and your orgasm fell onto you like a thousand buildings.

"Sh-shit, Will..." you shakily muttered, watching as he put three of his fingers in his mouth to take your slick in.

"You taste as sweet as always. Brings back certain... memories." There was a devilish glint in his eyes, one you noticed.

Suddenly, an idea appeared in your head. "Well, you definitely got worse at eating me out." This, as you planned, angered him.

"Yeah, if I got worse at eating you out, then maybe I can make up for it by fucking you." He spat with held-back anger.

"Do your worst, president. Ex-president? I don't kn--" he grabbed you by the thighs, suddenly thrusting into you. It did effectively shut you up.

"Look who's talkin'. You need to fucking remember who alone made you cum. Who's fingers did you cum on? Mine. Who's cock did you cum on multiple times? Mine again. It's. Always. Been. Me."

With every emphasized word, he thrusted deep and hard into you, involuntarily making you moan.

"I'll make you cum so many times that all you'll remember is how good I made you feel."

He started thrusting hard into you, somehow even harder than he had in the past. Embarrassingly, you're already so close. He easily caught onto this, of course. He felt you clench around him, and it really did boost his ego.

"Aww, you gonna cum already? But it's only been a few seconds, baby." He cooed in mockery. Almost coincidentally, you came as soon as he finished that statement. But oh, did he stop? No, no he didn't.

"Will, slow down~!" The next few words you babbled were incomprehensible at this point.

"What was that? I can't hear you, sweet thing." The feeling of overstimulation left you, and you soon felt your third orgasm coming.

"Wilbur, I'm--" "close? I know, baby." You started panting, tilting your head to the side. You felt him finish inside. With only a 2 minute break, you felt him start moving again.

Fundy and Tommy noticed your legs slightly shaking the day after.

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#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x you

[nikkisticki]

Hey look it's a scam

Sound of Freedom and O.U.R are both 100% a Qanon lie and you shouldn't trust anyone who claims otherwise. Both the lead actor and the director are known as exactly that (See: Qanon Anonymous 143 and Qanon Anonymous 238)

I attempted to talk to this person about this and they, unsurprisingly, immediately blocked me so I'm gonna say it's a pretty cool idea if we get everyone aware that the lie is a lie, y'know? Reblog this shit

Edit: If you want to understand what it looks like when someone is undergoing Cognitive Dissonance, admire the people claiming I'm x and y and not able to actively refute the actual words of the actor in question.

#rule #196 #help me out gay people in my phone #Lies #sound of freedom #is a Qanon conspiracy theory #Qanon #wwg1wga #etc

[dayvoidkyoto]

stop fucking harassing Kwesi James.

i'm seeing way too many Try Guys fans commenting shit on his social media claiming that he knew about Ned and Alexandria because of the concert video, and that that makes him "just as bad as them".

no, it fucking doesn't.

let's say he knew. we don't know what he did with that information. everyone's assuming he hid it from Ariel. you don't fucking know that. he could have told her the second he knew and then have been told to stay quiet or act normal by Ariel because she didn't want the public to know before official statements could be made. none of us know what was happening behind the scenes.

the fact is, if he had gone public with it, the same people calling him a snake and an awful friend would have turned around and complained that he was "talking about things that didn't concern him" or "airing out other people's dirty laundry", and they fucking know it.

the Try Guys, their spouses, and at least part of the crew unfollowed Ned the second the statement went up. many of them unfollowed Alexandria as well. y'know who no one unfollowed? Kwesi. in fact, some people are saying the official account followed him for the first time after the statement--although i'll say to take that one with a grain of salt, as i don't know for sure that he wasn't followed in the first place. either way, no one unfollowed him (UPDATE 10/01/22: Ariel herself unfollowed Alex today. she didn’t unfollow Kwesi.). y'know why? maybe it's because she and everyone else can acknowledge that he didn't do anything wrong. you know, the actual people involved in the situation? whose opinion matters way more than the parasocial relationshipping fans on the internet that many of you are simply bandwagoning alongside with zero critical thinking skills.

i can't stress this one enough: the Try Guys had known since labor day weekend (9/5/22). this is an objective fact, they confirmed it themselves in their "what happened." video, which was posted on 10/4/22. no one is going after them, calling them snakes, or harrassing them. the crew had to have known for at least two weeks this is an objective fact. the first video Ned was cut out of was the Chocolate Eclair video, which went up exactly two weeks before the affair was confirmed (confirmed on 9/28/22, the video was uploaded 9/14/22). there's almost no way they found out, had a meeting, decided to cut him out, and then edited him out of it all in the hours of that Wednesday before they uploaded. that means they most likely knew beforehand. but, they could have done it all in a day. that still means they'd have known for two weeks. no one is saying shit to them (UPDATE 10/02/22: Rachel was apparently at the Harry Styles concert with them. her Instagram comment sections? full of love and support. not a "snake" or a "she knew" in sight). hmmmmm, i wonder why.

i'll close this out here with something many of you aren't going to want to hear: this unnecessary vilification of Kwesi is at least partially rooted in racism. you can't handle having to blame Ned alone for his actions, so you would rather harrass a Black man for no real reason to than acknowledge that your Favorite White Guy™ fucked up.

#try guys #dayvoid.txt #dayvie rambles #the try guys #ned fulmer #ariel fulmer #eugene lee yang #matt mclean #keith habersberger #becky habersberger #zach kornfeld #maggie bustamante #buzzfeed #ladylike #safiya nygaard #kitchen and jorn #we are watcher #watcher network #ryan bergara #shane madej #youtube #try guys ned #youtube drama #kwesi james #leave kwesi alone #trypod #rachel cole #yb chang #alexandria herring #alex herring

[ticklish-n-stuff]

OMG SIS! PERFECT IDEA!

I request you to write a fic on whatever you feel like writing in your loevly lee mood. That is once you feel better and not as tired and angry. Whenever you have energy basically :)

Hope you're feeling okay, big sister.

Cuddle time

Jesus Chirst sis, I've been feeling so fucking lee for Kaveh it's uaghhhakdhskdhks

I always feel so insecure writing a new character so pls bare with me 😖

But also my love for Kaveh is in the same level as Chuuya, so y'know this shit is serious!

Can't wait to write more for him~

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Kaveh x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles! My feelings for Kaveh

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Kaveh had been whining all day, claiming that he was "attention starved". He looked up at you with puppy eyes, playfully tugging at your sleeve like a child. "C'mon let's cuddle, pretty pleaseeee?".

If you didn't say yes soon he might actually get down on his knees. As funny as that would be, could you truly deny this man some cuddles? No, exactly.

"Oh fine, you big baby" you playfully teased as you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Oh hush!" a cute pout adorned his lips as he dragged you to the couch. He layed down and quickly pressed you against his chest. As weak as he may seem, his grip was quite firm along your waist.

"Happy now?" you asked with mock annoyance, trying to make yourself comfortable between the entangled limbs.

Kaveh let out a satisfied hum as he nuzzled all sweetly into the crook of your neck. Although he wasn't expecting you to let out such an adorable squeak.

"Aww, I forget how ticklish you are~" he playfully cooed into your ear, his breath making you shiver.

You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks. Thanfully you were facing away from him or you wouldn't hear the end of it. He always got so cocky whenever he managed to fluster you, probably because he was always in the receiving end-

"You're one to talk..." you playfully huffed, a slight pout on your lips.

"Haha! Maybe, but you're definitely more ticklish~" as he said that, he moved his hands down to your hips, giving them a light squeeze.

"Gah!" you yelped. Your body wanted to jump out of there, but he kept you firmly held in his arms.

"See?" he chuckled at your reaction before whispering close to your ear. "Even just whispering near your ear is enough to get you all giggly~".

"L-lihies...!" you playfully whined through your soft giggling, hiding your red face behind your sleeve.

"Aww, don't be so shy now~" his hands travelled under your sweater, lightly grazing along the bare skin of your stomach.

"Eep! W-wahahait!" your giggles turned a bit more frantic when you felt his soft, gentle fingertips. It was like being touched by a thousand feathers.

"Wait for what? Did I hit a soft spot?~" his fingers kept softly caressing all over your belly, occassionally tracing around your navel.

You couldn't even argue if you wanted to. His touch was so soft and yet so... ticklish?! The giggles flowed out of you like an open cascade. You didn't even bother squirming away because deep down you loved every moment of it.

"You don't mind if we stay like this for a while, right...?~" Kaveh didn't even let you answer as he nuzzled back into your neck, placing tickly 'lil kisses all over it and near your ear. All while his hands kept caressing your belly and sides, keeping you all giggly in ticklish glee. You could get used to this sort of affection.

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I didnt know how to end this so uhh yeah- akdhakdhkajd

#genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #genshin tickle fic #tickle fic #ler!kaveh #lee!reader

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "how would the SDJ boys and Bo react to reader being pregnant?

Also how are they when they see the baby? (or babies in the case of twins or more...)"

Anonymous Asks: "Have you done a fanfic/headcannons of the SDJ boys and Bo reacting to reader being pregnant and how they treat them?"

Content: yandere content, pregnancy kink, captivity

Jack:

This is an area Jack is very comfortable with! He's made to deal with pregnant parents and young children. He'll make sure to give you all the education you need about how to take care of the child when it's born, and he'll take care of you while you're pregnant. Lots of balanced meals, safe and easy exercises, and skilful massages!

When he first sees your child he tears up. He'll beam at you and wipe his eyes, reaching out to hold you and the child. He'll kiss your forehead and tell you that you've made him the happiest man alive.

Ian:

Ian may not fully know the ins and outs of pregnancy, but he's very aware that it means you need to be extra careful about everything. He'll dote on you endlessly, making sure you're comfortable and happy and well-fed. He'll rub your tummy and remind you that you're taking care of two people now, and that you need to be careful.

When he first sees your child, he cries his eyes out. Seriously, he thought he was ready for it but he didn't realise how emotional he would feel. He loves you and your child so much, he's overwhelmed.

Shaun:

Shaun's not really the type to worry about things. No matter how immature he may seem, he's actually pretty on top of shit. So he'll set up the nursery and buy the baby clothes and generally let you sit back and focus on, y'know, carrying the baby. He doesn't want you to have to stress about a single detail while you're pregnant!

He literally can't stop smiling when he first sees your child. All he wants to do is hold both of you and bask in the joys of fatherhood. He won't let either of you out of his sight for a good few days afterwards.

Nick:

Nick has never been more in love with you. Finally, after so long, all of his dreams are coming true! He spends a lot of his time just admiring you. Telling you how radiant you look. Rubbing your tummy and kissing your cheek and asking what he can do for you. He'll do anything for you, especially if it's to take care of you and the baby.

He can't help but worry when the baby is born. He thought he was prepared, but he's overwhelmed by the responsibility. He sort of starts to hyperventilate until you reach out for him and hold him.

Joseph:

Pregnancy scares Joseph a bit. Specifically, he's read a lot about the dangers of it, and he's worried for you. He reads up on every possible thing that can go wrong, and how exactly to reduce all the risks. He becomes very overprotective and constantly makes sure you're keeping yourself and the baby safe. He can't relax until it's born.

Once the baby is born, he has new things to worry about. He's been reading up on caring for babies, and immediately he's making sure everything is as safe as possible for the baby just in case.

Jean:

He loves having a visible sign of his claim on you. He's very proud to announce your pregnancy to everyone, and he loves to show you off! There's no lack of money to make sure you and your future baby are very well cared for. He'll make sure you have the best doctors and the best chance at safely having the baby, as well as all the nicest things!

He thought he wouldn't care that much about the baby. How could he love someone else as much as he loves you? But the moment he sees the baby, he realises he has enough love for both of you.

Rory:

Rory is a pretty chill guy, so he's not super worried about you like some of the others. Generally, he takes your lead on everything. He'll keep acting like everything is the same as usual until you start to need more rest or food or anything else. He'll make you all of your weirdest cravings, and make them taste good too!

He softens the moment he sees the baby. He practically melts at the sight of them, wrapping his arms protectively around both of you. He promises he'll do everything he can for both of you.

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This is the only way to get out of having to work. Instead, Barry wants to keep an eye on you at all times. He keeps you in his apartment, setting up nanny cams all over to make sure he can watch you even when he has to be at work. He won't let you do anything that might risk you or the baby. He's determined to keep you both safe.

When the baby is finally born, he's even more determined to keep you both safe. And by safe, he means trapped in his apartment, unable to do anything that might be even slightly dangerous or risky.

Bo:

Bo can't keep his breeding kink in check. The moment he sees you start to show, he's horny. And it doesn't get better as the pregnancy progresses. He doesn't know much about human pregnancy, so he's not worried about you. He just wants to make sure everyone knows the babies are his and that you're his too.

When the babies are born... he's doting on them immediately. He's such a sweet and loving father, and all he wants is to spend time with you and the babies! And maybe make some more...

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #barryposting #sunny day jack x reader #ian duff x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #nick herraras x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #rory rainberry x reader #Barry the Manager x reader #bo x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine

[thewarriorgoddess]

While lurking I just read the most disgusting take on Astarion in the main BG3 tag. And holy fuck is it actually disgusting. Like vile.

Like this person takes victim blaming to the extreme. To the point they call him a "spoiled brat" for wanting to be treated like a person and not like an object to be abused and tortured...y'know basic bodily autonomy? Yeah they think he's a spoiled brat for lashing out against Cazador for treating him worse than shit.

This person goes on to say Astarion knew exactly what he was signing up for when he "chose" to become a vampire spawn. (Mind you, he did not. He literally tells you he had no idea what he was signing up for and it isn't even shown in the canon that he did when he took Cazador's offer to avoid literally dying)

It's one thing to like the ascended ending and even to go as far as to make baseless claims about his ascension (ie. he is not manipulating Tav/Durge in the ascension ending, ect) but to go on and say that he deserves to be abused and tortured because he "signed up for it" to y'know.....avoid fucking death. Is sick and fucking sinister and reeks of: "I did not play Baldur's Gate 3, I only watched clips on Youtube and based my fucked up headcanons off of the limited dialogue choices shown in said videos". Because no way does anyone who genuinely interacted with Astarion's character in the game believe this shit. There is no fucking way these "extreme Ascended!Astarion" fans have actually played this goddamn game much less actually read and listened to his dialogue in the fucking game.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #bg3 #i had to fucking vent #holy fuck

[starpirateee]

To the dear guest who requested this, thanks so much! I was personally expecting a sickfic at some point, so it's my honour!

Paul was never late. Ever. He'd basically made it part of his personality to show up to work and little events within a reasonable margin to be considered "on time".

But, somehow the luck just had to run out eventually. Like the day his car broke down and he had to catch the bus to work. that day, he was a good forty minutes late (most of which was spent on the phone to Tony Green, trying to find a time to drop his car off, and subsequently missing the bus that may have gotten him to work on time), and that was so late that he managed to walk into Ted in the hallway.

Ted was normally one to amble into work late, but this time felt a little different. The two of them shared the lift up to the right floor, and Paul couldn't help but notice the way Ted seemed to be having a little trouble staying entirely upright. He spent the few seconds that the journey took leaning against the wall, and avoiding looking at Paul and the lights above their heads.

As Paul had pretty quickly discovered, there was nothing particularly interesting about Ted's shoes.

"Uh, Ted... Are you okay?" he asked eventually, just as they reached their floor.

the lift stopped and the doors opened. Ted made quick work of exiting, mainly so he could avoid being confronted by anyone, but Paul's words drew him back. He turned around slowly, ignoring the way his head screamed it's protests, and nodded. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just hungover." He could get away with that, it was a Monday, right? People drank on a weekend...

"Ted, it's Wednesday..." Paul pointed out, in a manner that he thought was rather helpful.

Shit.

Of course it was.

Granted, Ted didn't know what day it was at the best of times, but he had been working the rest of the week, so he should've known that it wasn't a Monday. "Yeah, and? I'm... Allowed to drink on a Tuesday."

"... Okay. I mean, yeah, sure you are, but-"

the two of them walked onto the office floor, and Paul insisted on seeing Ted all the way to his door, just to really make sure.

"- y'know, not a lot of people do."

"Get off my case, Paul... I'm fine." He opened the door to his office, fumbling first to get his keys, and then again when he tried to get them in the keyhole. Paul watched the whole time, his head tilted like he was about to make some claim that Ted was lying. Ted raised an eyebrow at him. "don't you have somewhere better to be?"

That seemed to snap him out of it. He nodded and backed away to join the rest of the technical department. On the way, he shot a couple glances back at the now closed office door, knowing full well that Ted wasn't as fine as he made himself out to be.

those suspicions were only confirmed when he heard Bill sigh heavily in the next cubicle, shift in his seat, and mutter, "Jesus Christ, can't he keep that to himself?"

Paul leaned around the divider, brow furrowed. "What's the problem, Bill?"

"Can't you hear it? I mean, we all know what Spankoffski gets up to in that office of his, but he's not exactly making it subtle today..."

Initially, Paul winced in agreement. They did all know what Ted got up to when he was alone. The last time they confronted him about it, Ted only grinned and explained that the office network didn't have a blacklist put in place, so technically speaking, they had free reign to do whatever they wanted. But, he was never normally a problem about it, so reluctant as they were, they had left the matter alone and just tried not to think about it.

Paul realised there was probably a good reason why Bill could hear Ted today, and thankfully, it had nothing to do with... That. For once.

"I don't think that's what you're hearing," he hummed, shooting a quick, sympathetic glance towards the door.

"What're you saying? Bill asked. "He's clearly-"

"I know what it sounds like, but he said he was hungover when we got here, but I dunno whether I believe him..."

"It's Wednesday."

"I know. That's what I said. I don't think he's doing so hot. Uh, that is, I think he's sick."

And Paul wasn't talking about him as a person. Bill's brow creased, and he actively tried to focus. This time, both men heard what they thought was a shaky sigh, and a groan that sounded much more like a protest than a pleasure. They glanced at each other and Paul shrugged, his point having been proven.

"Yeah, no, I'm not buying it. He's not fine, and I don't care what he tries to tell me." With that, he stood up and started towards the door. Bill didn't try to stop him, but kept his eyes trained on the office as Paul approached.

He knocked first, half expecting Ted to have locked himself in.

"... 's open." Came the voice from inside, slightly more strained than it had been a few hours ago.

Oh.

Taking a quick, prepatory breath, Paul opened the door, dropping his other hand to his side. Ted was once again hunched over himself, discarding a tissue in the bin by his desk. He looked up, caught the concern so clearly written across Paul's face, and sighed. "Didn't I already tell you to get off my case, Matthews?" He asked, somewhat drily.

The only response Ted got was a nod.

"Then... What's the big idea, huh?"

"Bill thought- uh..." He glanced back, stopping himself mid sentence and deciding it wasn't worth it to follow that up. Ted probably already knew what Bill had assumed, anyway. He certainly didn't seem disappointed by being the name behind such a reputation. "You're... Not hungover, are you?"

"Good job, detective." Ted's chest heaved, and his next breath sent him into a bout of coughing. Paul noticed how raspy it was, and how rough Ted sounded when he came out of it. "It's nothing. Some... Flu or something I picked up from my brother, or one of his dorky classmates... I dunno. But I'm fine."

"Sure."

Quite surprised, Ted's eyebrows raised. "Was that sarcasm there? From you?"

Paul just shrugged. He could add sarcasm when he needed to. He totally knew the context for something like that... Thankfully, the subject was dropped before he could think about whether he'd done that intentionally or not.

"Why are you so bothered anyway?"

The fast attempt at giving an answer was broken off by another coughing fit, and in that time, Paul tried to refine his answer before realising he didn't really have a good one in the first place. He sighed. "I'm worried about you, man. You've gotten paler every time I look at you."

Ted faltered, his head lifting just enough to fully catch Paul's gaze and decipher that he did indeed look worried. He seemed sincere enough, and the thought of it- the thought of someone he didn't actually know that well, all things considered, seeming genuinely worried at his expense- made his eyes widen.

Paul picked up on the extended silence and shifted, now humouring the thought that he may have done something wrong. "What?"

"You're serious?"

"Huh? Of course I am. You need to get yourself home, you look like you're going to pass out. In fact... No, I can drive. If you want."

"You took the bus this morning," Ted reminded.

"I know. I meant your car. That way, you don't have to leave it here to forget about by tomorrow..." Paul hadn't thought this through. In his eyes, that just meant Ted wouldn't have to wake up the next morning and completely forget where his car was. Besides, it's not like he lived close...

"You're asking me for my keys? When I can just as easily drive myself home?"

"Will you make it?"

There was a silence. Ted realised pretty quickly that this was an argument he was going to lose, so he sighed as he stood up. It was fine, at least he wouldn't have to keep face here when all he wanted to do was sleep until his problems went away. "... Fine." He muttered, shoving his hand in his pocket for his keys and handing them out to Paul. "Wreck it and I kill you, 'kay?"

"Okay..."

#ted spankoffski #paul matthews #starkid #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #void offering #nova's tags → #sickfic! hell yeah!!! #do these two have a ship name? is this even ship territory??? #someone with more knowledge than me tell me what this ship is called idc if this fic is shippy or not i wanna know #... are they dirty chai/chaicoffee? is that them?

[antiradqueer]

Trigger warning for mentions of fetishization, pro-c for non-con stuff,paras, and like very little of cult tactics, nothing with much detail I believe. Sorry if i tagged these wrongly, I'm not really good at putting trigger warnings.

Lol, im in the rq community but its like really confusing, i dont agree with some terms that fetishize people and invalidate others but some parts are i agree with too so its weird.

Im not sure if i should leave and even if i do where do i exactly go i dont really know, also some of these terms really help me to explain and express my non-human identity better, and stuff like that. (i only have id with transbody terms that go like 'wanting to have more eyes' or 'wanting to be taller' due to non-humanity, im not sure if that is wrong. Because these terms really would be okay and very nice in my eyes if they werent soo,, interwined with pro-c for non-con paras and actual fucked up shit.)

Also the community is meant to be anti-harasment, which is what i am, knowing that harassment on the internet wont really work in anyway. Though the community is extreme (this goes for antis too, both sides are very extreme which sometimes wants me to just stay in the middle of it.) And people in the rq tend to ignore the pro-harassment rq's by saying stuff like 'oh theyre not actually rq' and that on itself sounds like very problematical to me. Maybe not just me, i have no idea.

I also thought of id as transabled due to my heavy signs of BIID, (though i am not diagnosed so it might be something else, so i wont self diagnose for now since it might be a placebo effect due to my legs not functioning well in the first place) but the things it implied was just,, not something i would like to be associated with. So idk if that makes me unvalid or anything of that.

Im so fucking confused and i dont really like the fact i am so confused and kind of not fitting for both sides and being neutral seems,, y'know,, ignorant to me because both sides have their extremes and problems, so god i have no idea.

Also i did notice rq community using ways that are like,, weird, and i have experienced cult tactics and when i noticed it literally didnt go away so yeah. And that certainly something I don't want to be associated with and harms me too.

Its weird, i have no idea, wa.

Also i quite literally dont care whos origin is what, i used to be heavily endogenic but after a while i was like,, 'dude i cant change these people nor should i can encourage possible harmful things to them and the plural community' and decided to be neutral especially because i have a traumagenic system of 750+ with some alters still heavily anti-endo and some pro-endo. Which again makes me feel like i will not be welcomed elsewhere.

I have talked to a few anti-rqs about my experience but idk

Also i have multiple paraphilic disorders and Paraphilias without disorders, so im not sure if i will be affected in the other communities since of my paraphilic disorders.

So sorry this is like very long, i apologize if i made y'all uncomfortable,, it was not what i intended.

first of all, I will just repeat what I tell every radqueer that comes into our inbox: think about if you really want to be part of and support a movement that inherently supports pro-c paraphiles of all kinds, is racist, ableist and whatnot. you simply can't on one hand call yourself radqueer and on the other hand pick and choose the parts of the community you like. if you use that label, you are supporting the WHOLE community, end of the story. of course there are disgusting people in every community, but it's different with radqueers - for example, there are quite a lot if pro-c zoophiles who are also therians and claim to be part of the therian community. BUT the therian label in itself is strictly against that and will never ever accept those people. the radqueer label however is inherently supportive of and welcoming to pro-c zoos, pedos and necros. and that's the difference. that's why you are still supporting those people even if you only use the term radqueer. please realize there are alternative terms you can use for the same experiences, which are not associated with radqueers and/or are coined by folk who are openly anti radqueer and anti transid.

aside from that, being neutral or unaligned is 100% a path you can choose! always put your own comfort and safety first and if the discourse stresses you out too much, you can always just back off.

I don't have too much to add honestly, to me it seems like you are THIS close to truly realizing how horrible the radqueer community actually is - I mean, you even noticed the cult tactics. but it is on you to take the final step and get out and I promise you, if you do, you will be welcomed by us antis and other communities!

[I won't comment on the endo system part, since we don't do syscourse topics here]

#mod luna 🌙 #anti radqueer

[dramatisperscnae]

"i know there's been a lot between us, kyle, but i want you to know i'm... thankful," it's hard to be honest in a place like the one hal's actions put him, but he has to be. kyle held the torch for them all when he nearly snuffed the green lanterns out. hell, if the kid didn't want to look at his face ever again after meeting him as parallax, he'd understand, but here they are, sharing a rare moment of peace.

maybe it's the rare opportunity of sharing a moment at warriors without guy or john watching. maybe it's the alcohol talking already (he shouldn't drink, anyway, but recommendations are not something he follows through often), but he thinks kyle deserves a little honesty.

"i know you think you weren't chosen but even if you weren't, you were better than any expectations anyone could have. doing all you did, with no training? kilowog would've been out of his mind." he chuckles at the rim of his pitcher. "and hey, i know that means little considering i was the one who put you in that spot first thing, but... i mean it. you are one of the best of us."

Kyle really hadn't known what to expect when Hal had invited him out. They hadn't really had much interaction since Hal's return, and the only meetings they'd had before then had mostly been Hal - well. Parallax. - trying to kick seven kinds of shit out of him. And then had come the Sun-eater, and then Hal had died, and now…well, death somehow had a way of never quite being permanent for the true legends, didn't it?

Not that Kyle included himself among that number despite his own death during that Atlantis fiasco, but that was neither here nor there.

But he couldn't deny it was nice to actually talk with Hal Jordan himself for once, without the added weight of Guy and John in the conversation. It wasn't that Kyle didn't like being a part of the group - far from it - but get all four of them together and Kyle tended to feel kind of like D'artagnan to the others' Three Musketeers; a part of the group, absolutely, but still somehow on the outskirts, without the deeper bond the other three had.

He sipped at his beer, the conversation reaching a natural lull for a moment before Hal spoke up again and had Kyle looking up in mild confusion. Thankful…? What, just in general or for something specific? And where had it come from all of a sudden? They'd been just shooting the shit, catching each other up on the more mundane aspects of their respective lives - what few those were - and suddenly this?

But Hal didn't stop there. Kyle stared at him, brain trying to catch up with what he was hearing. No one else had really ever acknowledged the fact that Kyle had never gotten the same training as the others…hell, he'd never even heard the oath until Donna had introduced him to John, and he sure as hell hadn't known the legacy he carried. He'd done his best, of course, but there had been - still were - days where it just didn't feel like enough.

And then Hal had to go and finish like that. Kyle couldn't help the wry, almost disbelieving chuckle as he focused on his beer rather than the man across from him. It was one thing for Kyle's own ego to occasionally talk like that, but to hear it from Hal Jordan? The legend himself? That was something else. Especially since Hal still seemed to think Kyle really had been chosen.

"I wasn't chosen, y'know," he said with a shrug. "It could've been anyone in that alley that night. Could've been the homeless guy. Happened to be me. 'You shall have to do', exactly what he said before he shoved the ring at me and disappeared." And then, a scant few months later, he'd had to fight to keep the damned thing when both Ganthet and Hal had showed up to take it back and claim it personally, respecively. No, Kyle Rayner hadn't been chosen. He had chosen. He'd fought for his right to wear the ring.

"But that…it means a lot, actually, coming from you," he added with a crooked grin. "More than you think. I mean, all that bullshit aside, you're still Hal Jordan, y'know? The living legend, that whole thing?" Supposedly the best Green Lantern ever, depending on who you asked. "When he gave me the ring, Ganthet's only instructions were to 'do what I must'." Kyle shrugged. "So I did. Learned a lot of lessons the hard way, but…I'm still here, so I've gotta be doing something right, yeah?"

#Communication #knightlier #kyle ic #kyle verse: torchbearer #[holy shit this got away from me whoops o.o]

[nuggets-and-stars]

Six! Tickle headcanons?

Katherine of Aragon

babytalks her lees. definitely

also wiggles her fingers above a death spot

will VERY much make her lees ask for tickles if they're being a brat about it (coughAnnecough)

always has an iron grip on whoever she's wrecking

legit didn't know how ticklish she was until one of the other queens poked her in the ribs to get her attention

and she S C R E A M E D

she immediately lies (badly) and says that she just got startled

no one believes her

has a very raspy cackle (after the initial scream)

Anne definitely wrecks her the most out of the queens. But as soon as she first hears Lina's (that's what the fandom calls her right) laugh, her jaw drops. She thinks it's the prettiest thing ever

her ribs and underarms are two major death spots for her

because of Henrat, she actually doesn't like her laugh and attempts to hide it or at least muffle it

hasn't known a day of peace ever since the others found out about her insecurity

Anne Boleyn

the most mischievous mf you will ever meet

she just randomly pokes ppl in the side to see them jump, and acts like she didn't do anything

she thinks it's the funniest thing

when she's wrecking someone, she'll often rapidly switch between places to keep the lee on their toes

she loves teasing whoever she's wrecking

"tktktktktk"

really fucking ticklish though

acts like a brat to provoke someone into tickling her

has a bit of a bubbly, giggly laugh

that you will only hear if she's being tickled

the others absolutely adore it

her most ticklish spots are probably her neck and stomach

she has scars along her neck from the whole y'know beheaded situation. So if you trace them she will lose her shit

often swears and makes threats through her laughter (which are very empty)

squirmer

her cheeks are a massive melt spot

Jane Seymour

a very gentle ler

like so gentle it drives the others up the wall

she teases them with complements. Only complements

she'll say a pun and likely scribble at their stomach or something to get them to laugh at it

"Wow you thought it was funny? I didn't even think it was that funny. :)" ... >:(

is the best at cheer up tickles

either she'll know when you're upset and ask if you want tickles or you have to be very upfront with her

"Hey, Jane? Can you... do the thing..?" "What thing?"

I like to think that they all sometimes give platonic kisses to each other (or romantic if you ship any of them together) so ticklish kisses are very common with Jane

I honestly don't really see her as a lee so if you have any lee hc, I'd love to hear them :)

Anne of Cleves

the scariest ler ever

think of any type of ler, and that's her (that rhymed!)

gives killer raspberries

like absolutely deadly raspberries

playful, gentle, sadistic, you name it

knows exactly what teases to do to get the queens all red in the face

they are legitimately terrified by how she knows exactly how to get them flustered. She claims she's just observant

she'll never admit this, but she likes to see them smile. She sometimes feels guilty that she "had the best" out of the queens, so she feels like she has to make up for that

so I feel like she'd have people pleasing tendencies

like, she's not a people pleaser, just has some tendencies

and only towards the other queens

and don't think the others just let these insecurities fly by

and it turns out, Anna gets flustered super easily when teases are directed at her

and is also super ticklish

has very airy and squeaky giggles littered with snorts

her death spots are her waist and thighs plus a secret third option (her ears)

hates being the shortest out of the queens simply because they can hold her and wreck her super easily (either she or the other Anne are the shortest)

Katherine Howard

OKAY 👏

hated physical touch for the longest time because of *gestures to All You Wanna Do*

but here's the thing, she hated physical touch, but she wanted physical touch

so there's a bit of a problem there

she also saw the queens constantly wrecking each other almost on a daily basis, which she wanted to participate in

they never targeted Katherine because they know that she hates physical touch and they respect that

so Katherine approached Jane and asked if she could tickle her (through many stutters and a bright red face)

Jane ofc happily agreed and just lightly started tickling her

she knows Jane has no ill intent, she actually enjoys being tickled a lot

she became a prime target after that

oddly enough, the queens found her apologizing and often blaming herself for things after that time with Jane

so when they hear her apologize for something that she shouldn't apologize for, she's gone

also if she tries to blame herself for something that wasn't her fault

very much prefers gentle tickles to rough tickles

very giggly laugh, much like Anne (her cousin I should clarify)

a walking tickle spot (but she is uncomfortable with having her feet touch)

and her back is a big melt spot

isn't much of a ler aside from the occasional poke

Catherine Parr

oh this girl

THIS GIRL

honestly isn't much of a ler either

but she will get fed up with one of them. Stare them dead in the eyes, and just wreck their shit

due to being a night owl, she'll get tickled if she's writing late into the night and they're trying to convince her to sleep

but also gets wake up tickles

or tickles if she can't fall asleep

absolutely weak to raspberries (which makes her one of Anna's favorite targets)

can't even say tickle

her laugh gets silent very quickly

her death spots are her sides, underarms, neck, and ribs

EXTRA HC: they give each other comfort tickles if one has a nightmare

And that's all! If any of you have any headcanons I wouldn't mind if you sent them to me via inbox

#sfw tickling community #tickling #tword community #sfw twords #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #six tickles

[kaylor]

how do swifties sit there and say taylor had no part in the fact that the miss americana documentary was marketed as a political awakening and her finding her voice in politics as if she didn't sit there and cry about being "on the right side of history" and being "muzzled"… she has been VERY involved in the process of crafting her public image, persona, and brand for nearly twenty years like ? 😭

swifties are very selective in what they take as Canon at any given time. when it serves their purpose or upholds their idea of Taylor Swift. rather than see her date someone unsavoury who's giving her bad pr and think oh she's a messy bitch who doesn't currently care about the issues that this has raised, they claim she's heartbroken and hysterical and not thinking straight. rather than acknowledging her "political awakening" documentary was in hindsight a terrible idea because there was no (public) follow through, they claim she never intended for it to be seen as a political documentary and that people shouldn't expect more of her, y'know despite it being marketed as exactly that and explicitly saying she wanted to be seen as doing more. they claim she's the music industry and then take away her agency as soon as she does anything that sucks, it's her label's fault, it's her boyfriend's fault, it's because of her mum or dad, blah blah blah. it's not surprising (even though it was a little tasteless and out of touch**) her only statement about the breakup was saying she's a grown woman who knows what she's doing. when your fans chat shit about your mental state for something as normal as a rebound with a guy you have history with, then it seems very natural to lash out about that.

** i say this even though i don't for one second believe she sees "everything". her tiktok fyp is just as much an algorithm as everyone else's and it's very likely she only sees the positive stuff, or content from the same handful of sycophants over and over again. idk i don't know how tiktok works but i do know it pushes content from white people more than it does for poc so statistically would she see anything about racism on her fyp? you decide

anyway all this to say, like a month late because i'm lazy about replying to messages, yeah 💯

[pyrrhocorax]

4 10 20 35 !

OKAY I know you asked this a bit ago sorry i got busy!!! work!!! turtle took a tiny chunk out of my finger!! the usual! y'know What's a headcanon you need to work out? i am blanking real hard with this but i Guess what i consider to be estonia's true name b/c von bock is von bullshit has been a constant Thought of mine for a long time. sme goes for a lot of nations that have bad canon names or no canon names like what the FUCK would i name them. it takes so much effort for me to decide. How long have you been in the fandom? What's your lore? i've been around a while! i can't date exactly when i started but it was at least sometime in 2008. i Think it was in the late fall of 2007, i've been trying to do the backwards math and i think this makes sense timeline wise, but my memory isn't exactly great. i figured out yesterday i am Pretty sure i was into hetalia before den/nor/ice were released?? which is. wild to me. anyway the story is that i occasionally saw hetalia fanart in passing and i was like. what the fuck is this but i don't care enough to investigate. and then i watched darker than black and was like wow i gotta tell my (now ex-)friend about this new cool anime darker then black b/c i am enjoying it a lot and i think she would too! and then my friend was like "i am going to totally ignore you. watch this thing called hetalia instead. you like other countries and history and languages and shit you should like this it's so funny" and i watched it and i didn't find it as funny as she claimed but i thought the concept itself was utterly Fascinating and i became Obsessed. my initial favs were japan/prussia/estonia initially, all for radically different reasons. i can elaborate on that if prompted it's just more text than i care to put here. then the den/nor/ice dropped and we had some comics with the nordic 5 and i was like oH FUCK these character dynamics between them are So Fun!!! and i have been in Hell every since. this is my third time getting back into hetalia after swearing it off for good and uhhh i think i have just been in denial this entire time that i am stuck here forever. Favorite Hetalia relationship dynamic? Any combination of the Anko Trio without question. they're such an interesting little complicated group. Post a Hetalia sketch or draft you want an excuse to share i am not very good at drawing and draw from the perspective of a more refined 8 year old child or something (positive). but i also don't have anything currently drafted writing wise that feels complete enough either so i am gonna share a dumb doodle i did and also share some upcoming things i plan on doing.

one of the chapters of the SOS sequel is going to be called "The Joy Machine" and i am. very excited about that.

also have a neat NorAus idea i am obsessed with and will probably write soon-ish. once i sleep and think a bunch

#pyrrhocorax fic #pyrrhocorax ask

[darknight3904]

Sober - Eddie Munson

Spoilers for ST4

Chapter 16- Matching

Masterlist

The official start of Part II in the Sober series!! Please enjoy :)

3 Months Later, March 1986:

"Hello? Maggie? Earth to Maggie??"

A big ring clad hand waved Infront of her face as she blinked furiously, trying to hide the fact she had totally just zoned out.

"Hmm sorry I missed what you were saying." Marguerite said

"Yeah no shit, babe." Eddie laughed

"You've been zoned out for like five minutes Maggie." Dustin said

"It has not been five minutes." Marguerite huffed

"Uh yeah it has." Dustin replied

"God why are you so argumentative. I thought Freshmen we're supposed to be scared of Seniors." Marguerite smiled

"You're not exactly the scariest person y'know." Mike said

"Sure I am. I'm super intimidating." Marguerite argued

"Really now? You stand at what 5'5 maybe 5'6 and a half if you wear those cool boots you have. What makes you so scary?" Eddie asked

"Well for starters I have got along with Steve Harrington for two years ago." She smirked

"Y'know maybe she's right about the intimidating half... Harrington is quite the peice of work." Eddie laughed

"Shut up. Steve is great." Marguerite said "Another reason for me being the actual scariest person ever is I'm dating the Eddie Munson."

"Okay now that definitely makes her the toughest person here." Gareth said

"Ah someone agrees with me." Marguerite smiled

"What's so bad about me? I'm a pretty docile guy." Eddie said

Everyone at the table turned their head to the Hellfire leader.

"Yeah sure whatever you say Eds." Marguerite laughed patting the boy on the back

"I'm the calmest person in all of Hawkins, babe." Eddie laughed

"Eddie stop lying to yourself!" Marguerite said

"Me? Lying? I'd never lie!" Eddie smiled as he pulled her towards him

Marguerite just shook her head and shoved another french fry in her mouth.

°°°

"Have I ever told you how much I love your rings?" Marguerite asked

The couple was laying on the floor of Eddie's trailer. Marguerites head rested on Eddie's chest as the metalhead was staring up at the ceiling wishing it was more interesting.

"Yeah you have like a million times in the past few months." Eddie said

"Well I'm reminding you." Marguerite said

"Mmm I think you just want one to wear for yourself." Eddie said

"Yeah right...they wouldn't even fit me. Your fingers are giant." She replied

"Well I guess we'll have to solve that problem won't we?" Eddie said before suddenly springing up and disappearing into his room.

Marguerite remained on the floor and spread her limbs out like a starfish. She didn't have any energy after a long day of school and an even longer Hellfire meeting. Tomorrow night would be the grand finale of Eddie's campaign and the "Cult of Vecna" would finally come to close. The end of Vecna meant Marguerite would have her boyfriend back and she wouldn't have to listen to the endless planning of what would happen next in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. Marguerite loved that Eddie was passionate about this game and loved watching him talk about it but sometimes he drove her crazy.

"Alright I think this'll do the trick Lady Hargrove." Eddie said plopping himself back on the old carpet next to her.

Marguerite sat up to look at what he had with him. A thin chain was being held by him, a dark green guitar pick along with Eddie's big skull ring he normally wore on his left hand sat on the string.

"You sure you won't miss the ring?" Marguerite asked as he slipped it over her head

"Nah. Besides I think it's kinda hot that you'll always have something of mine on. Kinda like a dog staking his claim. Plus now we're matching." Eddie replied pulling at his shirt to show off his own necklace that consisted of just a guitar pick.

Marguerite's face scrunched up at his analogy and Eddie just laughed and reached a finger out to ease the wrinkle between her brows.

"I'm kidding, Maggie. I won't miss it because I'm totally content with knowing you'll always have it " Eddie said

"Hmm maybe I should give you something of mine. Keep the ladies away." Marguerite smiled

"And what would that be?" Eddie asked as Marguerite pressed her lips to his.

"Dunno. Gotta think about it." Marguerite said before leaning in for another kiss.

Annnnd we're back at it with Marguerite and Eddie. I wasn't initially gonna have their story line up with S4 but after I finished part 2 and had to watch Eddie ahem die. (F you duffers) I decided I did want to continue the story. So please enjoy Part II of Sober.

#eddie munson #maxmayfield #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #strangerthings x reader #eddie #fanfic #robin buckley #eddie munson fluff #eddie my love #dustin henderson #stranger things season four #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson smut #joe keery #joseph quinn #johnathan byers #will byers #noah schnapp #millie bobby brown #mike wheeler #finn wolfhard

[wickedlehane]

"Give it a sec, you're gonna burn your face off—" Frame leaning over the central countertop as Faith stands on the opposing side, the majority of his bearing is propped up against his elbows, the humoured blond noting how her impatience could potentially get the better of her. A palm is firmly raised to signal for her to pause for the excruciating timeframe of 20 seconds, his well kempt appearance with sleeves neatly folded up to his elbows juxtaposed with a pastel pink apron that has a panda with comical undertones situated at the centre of the garment. Relinquishing her of a fork to skewer a small segment of braised beef, its sheer tenderness sees it practically melt against the prongs - Sanji gingerly scoops and builds up a few layers of slow cooked vegetables, rotating the cutlery to glide each corner of the mouthful through a jus that surrounds the plateful, ensuring she gets to sample all parts of the dish as opposed to isolated fragments. Finally offering for her to partake, blue eyes intently watch for the brunette's reaction, hanging onto her upcoming verdict as if it were to be revered ( l'anticipation le tue ). "Thoughts?"

"Y'know, I was meaning to do something dramatic with my eyebrows anyways."

Faith huffed a laugh but leaned back, not wanting to talk back to the guy with a pink apron and a big-ass knife. Her mouth was already salivating and the smell of whatever Sanji was cooking was driving her mad (he claimed it mostly started with garlic and onions). Growing up, she wasn't exactly a 'wait for your food patiently' type of girl. Things had changed over the years, mostly in means and access to the basic necessities of life -- but this wasn't Top Ramen and microwave popcorn by any stretch of the imagination.

The way the meat falls apart at his gentlest prodding had her eyes widening. "Shame you put so much effort and time into this and it's gonna be gone in a flash," the Slayer said with genuine recognition of the art taking place in his work. Faith was more of a paint by numbers girl (when she could be bothered). But the fork was taken and appreciated greatly, the entire bite disappearing behind her lips with an animalistic fervor.

"Hoh-ly shit, man," she said, mindful not to talk with her mouth full. A hand moved to cover herself modestly, but soon enough she was licking the fork, pressing her tongue in between every tine just to make sure she'd gotten everything. This guy was quickly moving up the list of her favorite blondes. "What's that called again?"

#lovehungered #lovehungered 01 #ask memes answered

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #58: "Coffee Time"

I'm kind of sad steam ran out for this one! It was gonna be interesting. The basic idea from here was that Octavia would start seeing Loona as a friend and invite her over when Stella got her things. Loona would admittedly only ever see it as a job, since Octavia never asked her about her day or life. Once that was out Octavia would apologize and they'd become actual friends. It just didn't pan out.

Title: Coffee Time

Summary: Loona finds a very angsty bird coming by once a week to break into her routine and steal her coffee.

Being a secretary is the pits. Maybe it would be worth something if there was any real need for it, but I.M.P. is almost solely walk-ins so Loona honestly, legitimately has nothing to do most of the day. Her main work was keeping up with clients while the others went off murdering- usually via text, since even the dumbest of the damned don't tend to casually discuss having people go to the human realm for them on a call. It's a lot of quick, autocorrected, boring messages that Loona's basically turned into a one-woman algorithm of 'yes, we're doing it. Yes, they're there. Yes, we really are gonna kill a bitch. No, I don't want your unsolicited dick pics.'

Loona's claim to fame is in two very specific aspects. One: she has legs for days. Two: she makes a damn good cup of coffee. The nice thing about a hellhound's nose is that she knows the exact second it's perfectly brewed, and exactly how much to add. Her coffee is consistent, it's reliable, and it's sad that it's the highlight of her day to make some stupid bean juice, but it is.

Rifling through the cabinets, Loona finds two unmarked white mugs and pulls them down. She fills one higher than the other. The smaller cup gets a shitton of creamer in it; like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. It's basically milk with extra steps. The other gets the rest of the bottle- and it's never enough for Moxxie's bitch ass, but Loona decided a long time ago that if he wanted his preferred amount he should buy his own or get his wife to stop drinking half a damn bottle at a time.

Setting them down at the front of her desk, Loona flops back into her chair, pulls up Sinstagram, and waits.

Her job is a routine. It's simple. It's monotonous. Sometimes it's really fucking boring. Most of the time it's really fucking boring, actually. But Loona doesn't exactly have a lot of options on her plate.

Then the door gets kicked open, and suddenly it's new and refreshing.

"You would not BELIEVE the shit my dad told me today," Octavia grouses. Loona's eyebrows raise as the avian casually grabs one of the few waiting room chairs and pulls it over to her desk. She didn't invite the Goetia. She'd offered to listen whenever she wanted to rant, after that night in L.A., but she'd really not expected her to take her up on that. It was just one of those things, y'know? A yarn nice people use but don't really expect to have put into practice.

"You didn't walk here, did you?" she asks. Loona didn't even want to consider the stink Stolas would make if his owlet had walked into the shadiest part of Imp City alone.

"Of course not. I took a bus." Octavia's beak wrinkles as she recounts it. Loona wonders if it's the first time she's taken a bus in hell. They make Earth buses look spotless. "The dick isn't here, is he?"

"Blitz? Nah. He's off murdering the ex of a client." Loona's pretty sure he'll be home soon, though. Annoying as they all were, the imps were damn good at fucking their way up and out of fucked up situations. "We got time."

Octavia looks at the mugs, grabs the darker one, and slugs it like its vodka. Loona's too amused to tell her it's not for her. Because, fuck, who cared? They can make their own fucking coffee. Loona casually pulls the off-white milk monstrosity towards herself. "Anyway. My dad told me the wildest shit today. He was betrothed to my mum. It was some... fucked up arranged shit."

"You didn't know that?"

"You did?"

"He's royalty, kid. Rich bitches don't usually marry out of love."

"Well, yeah, but," Octavia grasps at straws, "We don't talk to the rest of dad's family. I just assumed it was because he and my mum pissed them off and eloped."

"Maybe," Loona replies. It's not like she knows a damn thing about it. "I don't, like, know your dad or anything, but he always gave me hella gay vibes. I didn't think he liked women at all."

Octavia takes a smaller sip, clenching her talons around the warmth for comfort. "I... don't know. I've never asked."

"He'd probably tell you if you did."

"Yeah. Probably. Does it... bother you? Our dads dating."

Loona's pretty sure 'dating' isn't what their relationship could be defined as. But she also doesn't want to break it to Octavia that she's heard they bone for profit, either. Not her table. "I really don't give a fuck what they do. Blitz is just my dad on paper."

(It's almost a lie. Loona sees Blitzo mostly as, like, an obnoxious roommate whose also her boss. But she also knows her role is nepotism at its finest, and that he gets her presents and remembers her favorite things, and Loona just. Can't think too deeply about it. Can't rely on that. It's only a matter of time before that goes away. It always does.)

"He's so... gross."

"Just be glad he's not giving you shitty cutesy nicknames."

Octavia shudders.

Loona's phone goes off with an obnoxiously loud chime. She sighs. "Sorry, kid. That's my cue to bring them back."

"'Via," Octavia corrects, immediately standing up. She fiddles with her beanie nervously. "Can I... come back sometimes? And talk to you? It's just nice to have someone around my age to bitch to."

Loona agrees. It's about time her job had some actual fucking requirements. And if that requirement is hanging out with a cool but troubled teenager, she can handle that. By the time the portal's open Octavia's gone, the chair is back in its place, and Loona's sending the usual 'we killed the bitch, like we said.'

Moxxie's grating voice breaks through Loona's eardrums like sandpaper as he lifts the almost empty coffee pot. "Goddamn it, Loona. Can't you do your job?"

"Do it yourself you fat bitch," she intones blandly, hiding a smile behind the pages of a grimoire that's as old as hell itself.

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"Wow," Octavia says the second time, finding the exact same setup. "This really is all you do all day."

"It's called a job," Loona replies, waving her in. "A really stupid one."

The Goetia trilled as she pulled the chair up. She seemed a bit more hesitant this time around- probably because she wasn't in a blind rage like the last time. "What's it like, having a job?"

The hellhound gestured to herself, sitting in the same damn chair with her legs up on the same damn table. "It's this. Sit here all day. Same time every day. Make some coffee, keep clients up to date, and portal the idiots home when they're done fucking around topside."

#Helluva Boss #Loona #Octavia Goetia #Unfinished Work