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Choosing the Bear - Part 1 (Shifter x Human)

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

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If you found yourself at night in a forest – somewhere that made bumfuck nowhere look like New York City – would you choose to be alone with a man or a bear?

Bambi Rose Barker was stuck in the middle of both answers. Literally.

She stood stock still, eyes wide, chest heaving and aching for air while her stomach lurched. Moments earlier – or maybe half an hour ago, she couldn’t tell – she had managed to escape her kidnapper’s cabin with the man hot at her heels. It had been a mad dash through the night, dressed in only a tank top and a pair of daisy duke shorts and choking down pain as her bare feet slammed over rocks, branches, and uneven terrain.

Luckily, a full moon cast light over the world, so Bambi wasn’t exactly stumbling without sight. Fumbling through the forest without shoes was still a bitch on the soles, but she simply gritted her teeth and continued forth.

When she caught sight of the bear a few yards ahead, her racing feet and thoughts froze. She couldn’t really be seeing a bear, right? Under the moonlight and swirling starlight, she squinted. But it was hard to deny that the bright white creature was anything but a bear.

Her adrenaline shifted from fleeing her pursuer as she slowed to calculating whether ursine or man was a larger threat.

Behind her, the man howled as he tromped through the mountainside forest, “Bambi, get back here! I just wanna talk things out!”

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man chasing her with a shotgun. Growing up in the country, with little to do except get in trouble, Bambi and a group of friends often found themselves running off into the dark, being threatened by an angry elder with a shot gun.

The man tailing at her heels wasn’t crochety Mrs. Jenkins, who was more bark than actual bullet.

No, she was well-acquainted with Duke Walker. They’d grown up in the same town and known each other forever.

There was one key difference between Duke and the other men of Hartwell: his family owned the little town. By and large, he was better off than most people in Barfield and he got away with a whole helluva lot more than the average folk.

Which included stalking, as Bambi had learned over the last two years of their separation. He was about to add kidnapping and possibly murder to the list, as well.

But Duke was a human. A five-foot-eleven-inch human that might have a chance to be reasoned with.

Whereas the bear…

Well to start with, it looked about as tall as the Wicked Warrior from the Monster Truck Derby her pa used to take her to when she was a kid. Which had to be at least ten feet tall, though maybe kid Bambi was coloring her memories. It didn’t help that the bear looked to weigh just about as much as the Wicked Warrior to boot.

To end with, judging from the size and coloration, it looked like a polar bear. As in one of the few creatures that actually saw humans as a viable snack.

While Bambi hadn’t been an ace at high school geography, she was pretty damn sure the Appalachian Mountains were too far south for a polar bear.

Confusion warred with uncertainty, keeping her frozen in place as the bear lowered onto all four paws. A faint part of Bambi’s mind realized it had been rooting around in a tree and, a little hysterically, she wondered if polar bears ate honey.

Just as the bear lumbered closer to Bambi, Duke crashed through the brush behind her. The flaps of his flannel button-up, unbuttoned, flared behind him as his white tank top nearly glowed in the moonlight. “Christ, woman! I told you I just wanted ta’ talk and you gotta go and make a scene—“

Jolting, Bambi spun toward Duke. It would’ve been a lie if she didn’t take some satisfaction in watching awareness dawn on his as he finally saw the bear. He paled to a shade almost as white as the creature, gripping his gun tighter. She watched the knot in his throat bob, fear freezing him momentarily in place.

For some reason, seeing Duke like that sparked something inside Bambi. Balling her fists, she nodded toward the gun in his hands. “If you just wanna talk, Duke, why do you got a gun with you?”

Her words made Duke snap his attention back to her, eyes wide with horror and anger. “Now’s not the time for all that! Do you not see the hulking white beast behind you!?”

“I do, but it ain’t threatening me with a damn gun and it hasn’t been the one stalkin’ me for years and kidnapping me,” she spat back, though she very pointedly shifted so her back wasn’t to the bear or the man.

A chuff from the bear startled her attention back to it, her heart tripping in her chest. She glanced toward it, risking eye contact that could very well end her life. The bear’s head slightly tilted toward her, ears giving a twitch, but it didn’t growl or lift a lip in a snarl. Even without the signs of imminent danger, Bambi’s heart thrummed in her chest.

Albino, she thought. The white bear couldn’t be a polar bear, it had to be albino! But didn’t albino animals have red eyes? And no pigmentation in the rest of their body? She swallowed as her eyes dropped from the creature’s dark eyes to its black nose.

The cock of Duke’s rifle snagged Bambi’s attention back toward him. Finally, a growl burbled up from the bear and she heard it shift, could feel it rising up on its hind feet. Apprehension prickled over her body, finding Duke lining up a shot through the scope, lip curling as he snarled, “You need to back away from that damn thing! Don’t you got any sense?!”

A sudden surge of protectiveness overcame Bambi as she took a step closer to the armed man. “Duke Walker, put down the damned rifle! It wasn’t doing a thing before you started threatening it.”

“Don’t you Duke Walker me! It’s a—“

Before Duke could finish his retort, the huge bear crested the distance faster than Bambi would have guessed. Stunned, she couldn’t even shriek as the bear descended on Duke, huge paw arcing down to swipe at the rifle. She only heard the man give a startled cry before a loud, piercing gunshot rang out. With a clatter, the rifle went flying and Duke stumbled back, bloody gouge marks trickling down his arm and chest. Another growl warbled from the bear as it stood up straighter.

As Duke turned tail and sprinted back the way he came, the bear didn’t pursue. It merely stood, as if watching the man disappear into the woods.

And suddenly, Bambi realized she was alone with the hulking beast. As quick and quiet as she could, she began sidling away from the creature, mentally trying to determine which direction she should run to avoid Duke. However, the bear shifted toward her and she realized, with a start, that red blossomed along its fur.

Duke had shot it.

With a groan, the bear lowered down to all four, its torso seemingly heaving.

Sense and compassion held Bambi locked in place, part of her wanting to check on the creature while the logical side of her told her to bolt. Besides the fact it could be a polar bear – there’s no fucking way it’s actually a polar bear, Bambi’s logical side snarked – it was injured, meaning it had both a hankering for human and was likely scared while in pain.

Before Bambi could decide what to do, a smaller figure crashed through the tangle of forest. “Dad! Dad! What’s goin’ on? Did you hear that gunshot?”

The little figure paused, eyes widening and voice softening with worry, “What happened to you?”

With a jolt, Bambi realized she recognized the voice. Squinting, she took a step closer. “Mercy? Mercy Clements?”

Startled, the girl turned toward Bambi as she hovered near the bear. The light of the moon caught her wide hazel eyes, casting them with a silver sheen. Like a fish, her mouth opened and closed, obviously trying to come up with something to say.

Wait, she’d said ‘dad’ thought Bambi. And then she had ran toward the bear, asking the creature what happened. Bambi’s gaze flicked from the bear to the girl and back to the bear, a perplexing suspicion taking root. There was no way to confuse a behemoth like that for a human, even in the dark.

“Zeke?” Bambi narrowed her eyes, focusing on the bear. There was no way the bear was Zeke Clements. There was no way the bear was anything other than a bear!

Something in the bear’s demeanor flinched – or so Bambi thought – and her denial wavered.

#exophilia #exo writing #bear shifter #shifter #monster #monster x human #shifter x human #monster romance #monster lover #monster fucker #monster dad #I haven't decided if Zeke only turns into a bear or if he can shift into other animals #thoughts and feelings?#should I continue this?#I have a vague idea of where this can go but idk

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demonichikikomori · 8 months

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WYD???

Virgin!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k+ Tags: Non-Con Somnophilia/Idia is So Delusional

Art is by tako86734108 on Twitter!

Heyohohohooi!! Boku wa Dekomori desu! ... Please don't laugh at me. I'm allowed to be cringey online... Let's do our best with another fic for the 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

You fell asleep at Idia's apartment after fighting with your boyfriend and Ortho is staying the night at a friends house. You know what they say, never fall asleep first at a slumber party.

Idia looked down at you with a frown as tears rolled down your cheeks. You stood at his apartment door dressed in crocs, flannel pajama pants, a baggy band tee, and an oversized zip-up hoodie. It was dark and the rain had finally started to fall, thankfully you made it before the weather got worse. You sniffled and rubbed at your puffy red eyes as the shut-in began to grimace at the pathetic sight. “So, you came crying to me about it? Why should I be the one to care about your relationship issues?” He scoffed in the doorway as you sniffled and scowled. “For once can you just not be a jerk?!” You snapped with a soft hiccup, a sob followed as you allowed the tears to keep falling. Your boyfriend Ace Trappola had broken up with you after five months of dating.

It was expected. Someone like that heartless loser was never going to stick around. You were destined to end up in tears at some point. Better sooner than later.

Idia was silenced by your outburst and stepped away from the door to his apartment as the rain fell harder. “Come on.” He sighed as the blue light of his hair illuminated the dim entrance. Idia had taken notice that each time something between you and Ace happened, you would come running to him. Every argument, every lonely night, you would usually call or text him first. But this time you showed up outside his apartment door. The two of you were friends through the Board Game Club. The only girl in the group that everyone wanted to get along with. Including Idia.

Through the after school club, you became gaming buddies. After that, you became best friends and you often came to Idia’s apartment to hang out. He always kept your favorite manga and snacks stocked up. He always made sure the internet was running its fastest when you raided together. He always made sure his room was tidied up and it smelled decent when you planned to visit. And he always made sure to bribe his younger brother into treating you well. You and him were practically soulmates.

You shuffled after the room rotter while wiping your eyes dry in silence. “Do you still have those copies of Rosario + Vampire?” You asked softly as the tips of Idia’s hair turned pink. “Well yeah, you told me last time you didn’t finish it… I ordered the last twelve for you. They’re on the shelf.” He grumbled as a small smile formed on your face. “I was just making sure. You seem to always have the books I like…” Your tone was soft as you reached Idia’s bedroom door.

However, the bedroom across from him was unusually silent. “Where’s Ortho? He usually sleeps with his TV on.” You asked quietly and Idia looked back at you with a small frown. “He asked if he could stay the night at his friend’s house. It’s just us.” Why do you care anyway? Do you want to see his younger brother more than him? Is that it? You’re into his younger brother now?

Idia let you into his room and headed back towards the trio of glowing screens at his PC desk. It was the only current light source in the room as you closed his door and retreated to the many bookshelves surrounding his plush bed. “Drinks in the mini fridge. Snacks in the chest.” Idia kept things short as he sat down at his desk and the two of you fell into an unconscious routine. You pulled the manga off of the shelf near his desk, feeling the flames of his hair tickle your hand when you brushed too close. You sniffled once more as you looked over the book and retreated to the large bed pushed into a corner. Lined with anime pillows with smiling and welcoming faces. Especially the tasteful body pillow of a character you couldn’t remember the name of. The bed creaked beneath your weight as you sat and kicked your crocs off of your feet. “Thanks for letting me come over to chill.” You mumbled as Idia began hitting the mechanical keys on his keyboard. “It’s no big deal. You’re the only person that’s allowed to come over anyway.” He snorted as you laid down to read, turning on his blue lava lamp as a source of extra light. “Not even Azul or Lilia? I thought they were your best friends.” You asked curiously as you felt the tears dry against your face and your eyes began to feel heavy. You inhaled the scent of his freshly washed blankets, and what remained of his body wash from what you assumed was the night before. The lingering smell of pomegranates, and that gross 5-in-1 he always used and you continued to clown him for. “… It’s different when you visit.” He answered as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The tapping of a keyboard and the soft flipping of pages filled the air.

xXx

Idia glanced down at the time on his PC as he exited the RPG. It was now the late hour of 3am. When you arrived at his doorstep, it was only 10pm. His body felt stiff from staying seated for so long and he needed to stretch his legs and head to bed. “Hey are you-“ He swiveled his chair and turned to face you on the large bed behind him. Idia had expected you to be awake with a new manga in your hands. But he was greeted with the opposite.

Your outstretched body had gone still with the manga closed beside you. It was the first one you grabbed from the shelf hours earlier. Your chest rose and fell slowly as you laid on your back, unconscious on his bed under the blue glow of his lava lamp. Idia frowned and clicked his tongue softly with annoyance. He planned to sleep there once he was done with his missions and his party members had all agreed to sign off. You usually slept in Ortho’s room or on the couch when you stayed over. Not his bed.

Idia debated between shaking you awake, or sleeping beside you. He didn’t want to bother waking you up if he didn’t have to and part of him actually felt bad for you. Coming to someone like him after getting dumped? You must be delusional to think that Idia would care about your relationship status. You only started dating Ace to make him jealous. But Idia isn’t an idiot like those other guys. He saw right through you.

He shut his PC off and the room fell pitch black and completely silent. Only the blue lava lamp’s glow and the eternal flames of Idia’s hair guided him towards the bed where you slept. You shifted in your sleep as he stood over you, rolling onto your side with a soft groan as you curled up beside the book. The shut in hesitated, a hand hovering over your shoulder with the silent debate to either kick you out of his room, or spoon you from behind. Idia Shroud is no Patron Saint, he is only a mortal man. His hand retracted with his sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip. He shut off the lava lamp, and crawled onto the bed. The mattress creaked under the additional weight as Idia laid stiffly beside you. As he turned and rested on his side with his chest inches from your back, his nose was only centimeters from the nape of your neck. The scent of your shampoo ignited a fire deep inside of his gut that only became more and more intense with each faint sniff.

Your smell was getting into his blankets. Into his pillows. Into his thoughts. Idia didn’t usually try to smell you when you got too close, but the scenario he had put himself in left him feeling bold. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to hermits like him. These situations only existed in Hentai games. He remained still, feeling himself start to become hard the more sniffs he took and the closer he moved.

He hadn’t realized that he was fully erect until his chest was flush against your back and his hips rolled against you. His erection grinding against your butt in search of friction and relief. There was a silent pause as he waited to see if you would react. His breath caught in his throat as he waited. Laying silent and still in the dark, you continued to breathe softly as you slept. Completely unaware of what was happening behind you. Idia let out the breath slowly and moved his hips away, slipping his hand into his dark blue sweatpants with caution. There was no second layer beneath to prompt the question if he should truly be doing this. As long as you stayed asleep, it wouldn’t matter in the end.

His cock throbbed in his palm as he stroked it slowly. His thumb glided over the blueish tip where it became shiny with pre-cum. He wanted to put it inside of you. It’s not like you would ever know as long as he was careful. Jerking off was a daily thing anyway, it was healthy. This isn’t weird. This isn’t creepy.

You wouldn’t mind anyway, since it’s him.

His hand picked up speed as he laid beside you, taking in quiet inhales of the scent of soap lingering on your skin. You always smelled so good when you came to see him. You did it on purpose. Idia choked back his soft groans as his other hand looped its fingers into the back of your pajama pants and your thin cotton panties, and tugged them down carefully. Each soft sound you made, he would stop. But once you went quiet, he was back to work. Your butt was now exposed as he shuffled his sweatpants down his thighs with a quiet huff. “Please don’t wake up.” He whispered his plea to anyone willing to listen. A hand slipped between your thighs as he stroked himself, nudging the sticky tip against the plush fat of your ass with a quiet whimper. He wanted to put it in so bad. His fingers awkwardly rubbed the folds of your pussy, rubbing and teasing until he found the pearl of nerves he recognized as your clit.

Now he felt lost.

You were supposed to be ‘gushing’ right? Super soaked and leaking with juices… Right? Idia had only gotten this far and farther in Ero-Games. Not real life. He wasn’t stupid, but the lack of experience made him feel like he was lost at sea. His fingers rubbed slow, methodical circles around your clit as he listened to the hitches in your breath and the soft moans leaving your throat. His hips slowly bucked against you as he began to glide his cock between the warm welcoming flesh of your thighs. There, he was greeted by the wetted folds of your pussy. It wasn’t as ‘wet’ as he imagined, but maybe this was how actual sex was. Women aren’t superhumans like in anime. He knows that much. He pulled his fingers away and hesitated, listening to your breathing steady again as he thought of his next move.

He carefully slipped an arm underneath your body, using it to pull you closer as he rested his other hand on your exposed hip. His nails dug into the skin as he began to feel the weight of his actions. Was this really a good idea? What if you woke up?

Idia lowered his head to rest against your shoulder as he felt shame wash over him. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. But he couldn’t stop his hips from hungrily thrusting against your folds. The way your cunt throbbed against him… The way it made him slippery with your juices… It made it so much harder for him to reach rationality. And with an experimental canter of his hips, he began to push inside of your hot, wet walls.

Idia thought his heart would stop as you convulsed and squeezed around him. The tips of his hair turned bright pink and his face burned as he stopped to become accustomed to the new and overwhelming experience. His hips were now flush against your butt as he tried steadying his breathing and holding back the urge to fuck you full of his sperm. The way your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper instead of pushing him out. He knew you wanted this. That was why you came to him after getting dumped. You were just too shy to ask for a pity fuck.

“Fuck…” He whimpered against your shoulder as he slowly began to thrust. With each slow drag of his cock, he felt lightheaded from the pleasure. This was way different than his hand or a toy. This was you. You are the one person he wanted to pounce on and use until he was drained and satisfied. And now he has you. It’s just too bad Ace got to you first. The thought of Ace on top of you began to sicken him. It began to infuriate him. His hips quickened as he pounded into you from behind, the tips of his hair burned brighter from that gentle pink into the aggressive orange shade. The erotic sound of skin meeting and the wet squish of him penetrating you over and over left him moaning against the back of your neck. Idia’s eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the feeling of his cock throbbing deep inside of your gummy walls. There was a soft growl leaving his throat as he nudged against what he could only imagine was your cervix. When your body clenched even tighter around his cock? He felt like he was on the edge of unloading inside of you. You wanted him to do this. You wanted him to take advantage of you.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He refused to slow down now. He hit the spot over, and over, and over again deep inside of you as he could feel a thin layer of sweat clinging to his skin. He was pulsating, his balls twitching with excitement as you began to squirm in his arms. “Don’t run away from me.” He lifted his head and snarled against your skin before the sudden arrival of his orgasm weakened him. His hips stuttered to a stop as he stayed buried inside of you. With each weak pulse, he filled you with thick loads of hot, sticky, sperm. He could feel you starting to thrash as his arms flailed and he clamped a hand over your mouth. You were screaming into his hand, arousing him further with your panicked state. But Idia was bigger, and stronger than you. The shut in began wrestling you face down onto his bed as he stayed nestled inside of you. The uncomfortable heaviness of his body on top of yours and the pulses of his cock continuing as he filled you up made your stomach twist in disgust. You tried biting at his hand, clawing at his arms protected by his long sleeves, screaming in hopes of his neighbors hearing, kicking your legs to get him off of you. The scent of pomegranate and that disgusting 5-in1 Idia used began to fill you with anxiety as he rolled his hips into yours, shushing you softly as he whispered into your ear. “What’re you doing? Don’t be so shy. This is why you came here, isn’t it?”

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songforeddiemunson · 6 months

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Happy Hawkins Holiday

For the @stcreators event 02: family

Submission for @bettyfrommars and @allthingsjoeq 's Holiday Prompt party #9: "You’re decorating Christmas cookies and something catches on fire"

Submission for @palomahasenteredthechat and @indulgence-be-thy-name 's 12 Days of Joemas Event prompt: "Is that mistletoe?"

Happy Hawkins Holiday

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (description vague apart from use of she/her pronouns)

Summary: Reader is spending her first Christmas in Hawkins with the Munson family. This could be a sequel of sorts to Next Summer and Things that Go Bump,

Warnings/Tropes: a comedy of errors, lots of fluff, oodles of love. CW for swearing, drinking, and minor injuries. No smut. No use of Y/N. No upside-down.

Word Count: 2200

Christmas 1991

“Shit,” you cursed loudly, waving a dishcloth below your wailing smoke detector like a flag of surrender. “Eddie!”

Acrid black smoke billowed from the open oven door, polluting the entire kitchen and making your eyes burn.

Your boyfriend, who had you by some inches, trotted into the room and reached up to silence the alarm with a bemused expression.

“Thanks,” you said, slumping your shoulders in defeat as you turned to open the window behind the sink.

“Soooo…what happened? If you hated this apartment so much, you could have just said, you didn’t need to burn the place down,” Eddie joked.

You were not in a joking mood, unfortunately.

“Very funny,” you said dryly. “I was pulling out another batch of cookies, and one of them slid off the baking sheet onto the heating element in the oven. It caught fire.”

Eddie grinned and pulled you in for a hug. “No harm done,” he said sweetly into your hair. “You made so many cookies, we won’t miss one.”

“But now the house smells like burned gingerbread man,” you countered sourly.

“We’ll light some candles. It’ll be okay.”

“But–”

“Babe,” Eddie pulled back to look at your face. “Dinner’s done, the place looks beautiful. You look beautiful. It’s going to be an amazing night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now go relax and get ready. You’ve been working on all this since 6am and you must be exhausted.”

“Well you helped,” you replied. Eddie really had been a great helper all day.

“Please, barely. Now go on, I’ll clean up in here.” You wanted to protest, but he had already started rolling up the sleeves of his flannel shirt.

“Eddie–” you began.

Eddie planted a big wet kiss right on your pout. “Stop. Go relax, that’s an order.”

You sighed. “Aye aye captain,” you saluted limply, and shuffled off to the bathroom. Perhaps a hot shower really would be what the doctor ordered.

This would be your first Hawkins Christmas since moving to Indiana to be with Eddie from Chicago. It was also Eddie’s first year in his own place, since moving in with his Uncle Wayne when he was 18, over seven years ago. You had obviously met Wayne and gotten along with him wonderfully, but you had never hosted a holiday celebration before. You wanted everything to be perfect.

The Wheelers, your cousins, had invited you to their family gathering, but you didn’t want Wayne to be alone on the holiday. He was too introverted to come to the Wheelers’ house, even though they had extended the invitation. The town had not been kind to the Munson family, and it would take a little more time to bring Wayne out of his shell.

So, you decided to host a small Christmas gathering at your new apartment for just the three of you, and naturally you prepared enough food to feed a small army. Eddie was right, you were exhausted, and the steaming hot shower water did wonders for your muscles and your mood.

By the time you were clean, dried and dressed, you were refreshed and ready to take on the night. You emerged from the bedroom to find Eddie wiping down the kitchen counter, with all previous signs of disaster gone. You breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The doorbell buzzed, and Eddie, ever the helpful partner, proclaimed, “I’ll get it!” As he rounded the corner from the kitchen to the front door, he accidentally bumped a beautiful vase of flowers you had placed on the entry hall table. It tottered back and forth as Eddie muttered, “Shiiiit…” before it fell to the floor with a crash, sending red and white flowers, water, and broken glass in every direction.

“Oh no,” you moaned as you put your face in your hands.

“Fuck babe, I’m so sorry,” Eddie said, his expression panicked.

You took a deep, steadying breath. “It’s alright.”

“Fuck fuck shit…” Eddie knelt and started picking up the larger pieces of broken glass. You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Honey,” you said, and he looked up at you. You managed a warm smile, despite your frazzled nerves. “It’s really okay. Accidents happen. Why don’t you let Wayne in, and I’ll grab the broom.”

Eddie nodded and moved to follow your instructions. When you returned with the broom, Eddie was just taking Wayne’s coat. “We had a little mishap,” you declared brightly as Eddie stood by, looking embarrassed. You began sweeping up the glass and strewn flora. “Probably wasn’t the best place for me to put that vase…” you continued as you swept.

“She’s being diplomatic,” Eddie said. “I knocked it over because I’m a klutz.”

“Well I see not much has changed since you moved out,” Wayne said dryly, but the twinkle in his eye belied his serious tone. He clapped a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas kid,” he declared before pulling him in for a hug.

You were just finishing sweeping up the mess when Wayne turned to you, handing you a bottle of Korbel sparkling wine. “I thought I would bring some bubbly. Merry Christmas honey,” he said, before giving you a hug as well.

“Oh that’s so nice Wayne, thank you,” you smiled, the trials of the day beginning to fade away. “This will go really well with the charcuterie plate I made for an appetizer.”

You carried the bottle of wine into the kitchen where the snacks were laid out, and put the broom back in its closet.

“This looks really nice,” Wayne said when he saw the spread of fruit, cheese, and cured meats.

“She’s been working on this all day,” Eddie declared proudly.

“And Eddie helped a lot,” you said, and you exchanged a smile with your boyfriend as you worked at the foil of the wine bottle. Before you could properly secure the cork for removal, it flew off the neck of the bottle with a loud POP, surprising you. The cork sailed across the room like a bullet before smacking Eddie in the middle of the forehead with a solid, PLAT sound.

The three of you stood in stunned silence. Wayne’s face was frozen in an expression of shock and delight with a sliver of concern. “Nice shot,” he said with awe, breaking the silence.

“Jesus christ!” Eddie yelled as he rubbed his forehead.

“Oh my god,” you yelled. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Eddie said, laughing.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah totally. Was that payback for the vase?”

“No! Not funny!” But you had to admit, it was, and you started to giggle.

“Good thing you weren’t an inch or two off; you’d put his eye out,” Wayne added.

“Ha, like A Christmas Story,” Eddie laughed, but the idea of how close you’d come to disaster made your blood run cold for a moment.

Without further incident, you poured the wine and snacked on charcuterie in the living room, as It’s A Wonderful Life played on TV. When it was time for dinner, you all gathered in the kitchen as you began pulling out dishes that had been keeping warm in the oven.

“I was thinking we could do this buffet style on the counter since we don’t have a big dining room table,” you began. “But where the heck is the can opener for the cranberry sauce?” You started pulling open drawers and rummaging around in the pantry, but the blasted gadget was nowhere to be found. “How the heck did I manage to lose the can opener?” you asked nobody in particular with a frustrated sigh.

“Give it here, I can do it,” Wayne said while pulling out his pocket knife.

“Uh,” you said trepidatiously, with your can-holding hand paused in midair. “The way today is going, I don’t want to have to spend Christmas in the ER waiting for you to get stitches.”

Wayne laughed. “I used to open cans this way all the time when I would go camping. It’s no sweat.”

“Very well,” you said and handed it over. You exchanged a worried glance with Eddie, who answered with a shrug as if to say I have no idea how this is going to go.

Very reassuring.

The good news was that Wayne did not cut himself. As he jammed the blade of his knife into the thin aluminum lid, it seemed like everything would be fine.

Until he made the second cut, which by way of science that you didn’t fully understand, caused the liquid inside of the can to spray out of the first hole Wayne had made. It shot out of the can with nearly the same velocity of the sparkling wine cork, and landed directly on your chest, on the white Christmas blouse that you bought especially for this occasion. Bright red cranberry syrup. Kapow.

“Oh dear,” Wayne said, and Eddie lost it.

As you stood dumbly looking down at your ruined blouse, you realized it looked as if you walked into the line of fire of arterial spray.

“At least it’s just cranberry sauce and not you bleeding out from cutting yourself,” you said, needing to raise your voice slightly over Eddie’s cackles of delight. Wayne looked horrified, but the absurdity of everything had you fighting not to join Eddie in his hysterics.

“If you change, and we put something on it right away, maybe it won’t stain…” Wayne began.

You shook your head as giggles fought to escape; even though your shirt was surely a lost cause, you weren’t mad about it.

“Red on white. It’s festive!” Eddie squealed, and then you started laughing too.

You doubled over, all the stress and tension of the day flowing out of you as you laughed. Wayne looked unsure of what to do.

“If you squint just right, it could be a poinsettia,” Eddie said, pointing at your shirt. It only made you laugh harder. Wayne finally joined in, after really realizing that you weren’t upset.

“I’m really sorry,” Wayne said, though he was smiling. “I’ll replace the shirt.”

“Honestly, don’t worry about it, I was probably never going to wear this again anyway…”

“You should frame it, it looks like a Jackson Pollock,” Eddie managed while wiping his eyes.

The rest of the dinner mercifully went off without a hitch, though it took a while for Eddie to stop giggling every time he looked at you. In fairness, a purple bullseye bruise started to emerge in the middle of Eddie’s forehead, so the feeling was mutual.

“Well,” you said as you polished off the last of your meal. “Tonight we’ve had a small kitchen fire, a broken vase, and assault by wine cork and cranberry sauce. All in all, things turned out pretty well.”

“Well the food was delicious, honestly babe.” Eddie said, giving your thigh a squeeze under the table.

“It really was, my compliments to the chef,” Wayne agreed.

“I think the more memorable gatherings are the ones where things go wrong,” Eddie said. “We’ll be laughing about this dinner for years.”

Eddie’s innocuous mention of the future made something warm and comforting unfurl in your chest.

“To making memories, and family,” Wayne said, holding up his wine glass.

“Here here,” Eddie said, hoisting his glass by way of response.

“To making memories, and family,” you repeated, feeling very happy, and you all clinked your glasses together. You took a moment to observe the scene, smiling to yourself as Wayne and Eddie chatted, Eddie’s animated gesticulating juxtaposed with Wayne’s calm manner, and you realized you were a very lucky person indeed.

Wayne helped clean up before excusing himself; it was Christmas tradition to have pints with the guys from the factory at the Attic. After you hugged goodbye and the door closed behind him, you breathed a deep sigh of relief and contentment. Despite the mishaps, it was a lovely evening, but you were happy to be alone with Eddie again.

Eddie had his arm draped over your shoulders as Wayne departed, and then pulled you in for a hug. “Merry Christmas babe; I love you so much. I’m a really lucky guy,” he said. You thought you might swoon, he was so sweet.

“Merry Christmas Eddie; I love you too,” you replied, your heart full.

“Wait, what’s that?” Eddie said, feigning ignorance as he pointed toward the ceiling.

“Wha–” you began as you followed his point. “Is that mistletoe?”

“I suppose so! How did that get there?” Eddie said, making you giggle.

“Well I guess we'd better appease the mistletoe gods or Jesus or whoever,” you said, with a grin.

“Actually mistletoe dates back to the ancient Greeks,” Eddie said, unleashing another random factoid that his brain stored as a result of his voracious reading. “They thought the berries helped with fertility, but even before that the Druids used it in rituals and sacrifices…”

“Dude,” you said. “Would you shut up and kiss me?”

“Sorry,” Eddie smirked, and he did.

And he did, and he did, and he did.

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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months

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Hello! I am obsessed with your werewolf pack they are just *chef kiss*, specifically i really like the dynamic of Hunter and Ace, just the idea of Ace and darling teaming up to mess with Hunter, them fucking in his room, wearing some of his clothes that are oversized on them (he seems like the type to own a lot of flannel), just 2 brats doing everything they can to get under Hunter's skin

Been wanting to write something for this for ages, it’s such a good dynamic 😩

This is more of a blurb than a detailed fic, but I might write more for it sometime~

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: bratting, punishment, funishment, bondage, spanking, crying, cucking (sorta?), mentions of piss and somnophilia

Fucking in Hunter’s bed, knowing he can smell it, and walking around all innocently in his clothes afterwards drives him wild. He’ll have to drag you and Ace back to his room, tie you both up— edge and spank you both until you’re in tears or close to it— and then he makes Ace watch the two of you fuck, making sure it’s his smell that lingers on you and the bed.

He also makes a big show of instructing Ace through your aftercare, making Ace touch and bathe you without being allowed to get off, or to let his hands linger on any of your sensitive spots. The door stays open while Ace dries you off and Hunter prepares a small nest of some clean blankets for you to rest in. After they dress you and let you settle, Hunter makes Ace clean his room. If any of Ace’s smell still lingers too strongly on the bed, Hunter shoves Ace’s nose in it and growls about how bad he’s been, like a dog who pissed on the carpet (also a possibility, given… this is Ace we’re talking about).

Once the bed is clean, Hunter and Ace bring you up to cuddle you to sleep. Hunter does, anyway. Ace has a difficult time sleeping with the aching boner he never got permission to take care of— and if he moves around too much, like grinding against your sleeping form, and wakes Hunter, he’ll have an even harsher punishment to fear (or look forward to… again… this is Ace).

#mail 📬#oc ace #oc hunter #werewolf #yandere werewolf #werewolves #werewolf pack #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #yandere smut #mdni #nsft

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jellogram · 2 years

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WRITING TIPS FOR PEOPLE WITH ADHD

You guys liked my other post with writing tips, so I thought I'd make a list for this too. I have ADHD combined type and I've written two novels and dozens of short stories, so here is what works for me!

If you have meds, take them a while before you start working and do something else. I like to play dress up games while I wait for them to kick in, because it's creative enough to wake up my brain. Doll Divine has really cool and artistic games. Only use activities that have clear end points so it's easier to stop when your meds have kicked in. Stay away from open world games or anything with an endless scroll.

Have special locations that you only use to write. Make sure you bring a flannel or jacket in case the AC is too cold, and bring headphones in case there's noises there. Try several different places until you find something comfortable. I like casual spaces where there's nooks and comfy chairs. Coffee shops are my go-to.

If you can't leave the house, sit in a particular spot in your room and make that your writing spot. Only sit in that spot when you're writing.

Speaking of headphones, rainymood.com is my go-to for drowning out noise. Usually I like background chatter, but if there's a buzzing fan or someone talking too loud on the phone, this site helps.

Start by re-reading what you wrote last time and making small edits. You might have to read it a few times before you can pay attention and that's okay. Just keep re-reading and making edits as you notice them until you feel more in the zone.

If you are at home, take breaks to put on music and jump around. I like Latin music for this purpose. If you're in public, try just walking around the building a couple times.

If I really can't get into it, for some reason it helps to take a break and make some tea. Green tea with ginger is calming enough to help me focus while also having a little boost of caffeine.

If you notice big changes need to be made and you can't relax until you deal with it but know it would take ages to fix, put it in a comment and move on.

If you want to get a big distracting section out of your way without totally deleting it, you can use a separate doc and copy paste it in there. Or download the SideNote add-on for Google docs.

Set reminders on your phone to eat and go to the bathroom in case you get too hyperfocused. I've forgotten to eat for entire days because I was writing, so it's good to have a back-up in case you go down the rabbit hole.

If you start getting really frustrated that you can't focus and you feel like you want to scream, take a break. Get a snack. Play sudoku. Make some coffee or tea. Sit outside. Be wary of checking your phone though, because it's easy to get wrapped up in that.

I tend to put all my usual fidget toys somewhere I can't get to them when I'm writing, because I find that if I pick one up to think, I can't put it back down to start typing. Everyone is different but look out for that and if you find them distracting you, set them aside.

Consider turning off your phone. If that's not an option, a lot of phones have a wellness feature that allows you to set app timers or turn your screen black and white. Consider setting your phone to go into wellness mode when it's time to write so it's less tempting.

Lastly, there are going to be days when it just doesn't work. Even with my meds, I sometimes just spend three hours beating my head against a wall and then go home. It's okay. Creative work is hard for anyone, especially when you're fighting your ADHD every step of the way. Don't beat yourself up and don't let it discourage you. Even if you didn't put anything down, you still spent some time thinking about writing, and that's worth something. Try again the next day and the day after and you'll get it eventually. The flow state is worth trying for.

Update: bolded some important items for accessibility

#writing #writing tips #writing help #writers #adhd #writing with adhd #adhd study tips #adhd studyblr #tips for writers #writeblr #studyblr

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fluffyhare · 3 months

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Like Real People Do, Part 5! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery is curious about tickling, which he's never experienced. Casper can hardly contain himself. Both are a bit nervous -- can they find a way to break the ice?

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Casper, Lee!Avery, VERY SUGGESTIVE, LOTS OF TEASING, SUPER SUPER GAY, NO MINORS!

☁️ Author's Note: This is probably the most self-indulgent thing I've ever shared with Tumblr, and if you can believe it, I didn't even go as far as I wanted to, and I am planning on continuing this scene ahh-

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 *you are here

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

“So… how do you want me?”

We were standing at the foot of my neatly made, queen-sized bed. Avery was so tall that day, I wondered if his feet would hang off the end; it was going to be close. Biting my lip, I was helpless but to imagine him lying on his back, arms over his head as I straddled his waist, his boisterous laughter filling the room. How did I want him? How did I not?

I turned to look at him, still dressed in his cold-weather day clothes. He hadn't even taken off his sweater, yet.

“Well, you won't be very comfortable wearing that outfit. You might… get a bit warm. Did you bring anything to sleep in?”

“Warm, huh? You must have big plans for me,” he quipped, catching me off guard, and then added with a giggle before I could respond, “just playing; I’ll go change.”

As clothing shuffled on the other side of the bathroom door, I was grateful for the hum of my AC unit to cushion the silence. Just listening felt intrusive, but my apartment was so small, there was no way to give him more privacy. Leaning against the wall of my bedroom, I looked down at my socked toes flexing against the carpet. I’d never seen Avery's bare feet before. I'd never seen most parts of his body; in the few months I'd known him, he'd never worn anything more revealing than his standard short sleeve button-up and slacks, even in the summer. Sheepishly, I wondered what his belly looked like; I bet it was as soft as the rest of him, maybe even softer. I wondered if I'd be able to see the mysterious storm inside of him more clearly on a bigger canvas. I imagined his ribs, his sides, his underarms… how ticklish was each spot? Was he squirmy? Squeaky? Was he the type to hold his giggles in until he couldn't stand it anymore…?

I whimpered, fidgeting impatiently as I tried to resist the urge to imagine him further; I was beginning to sweat, and we hadn't even started yet. Graciously, I did not have to wait long – hearing the bathroom door open, I peeked around the corner.

Avery emerged wearing a sky-blue tank top and matching plaid flannel pants. Like some Victorian-era aristocrat spying an uncovered ankle for the first time, I blushed at the sight of his smooth, white shoulders and biceps. His skin had the appearance of marble, albeit with a slight translucency; like thick smoke trapped in a bottle, I could barely make out the billowing, swirling texture beneath.

“Ah… I stole these clothes. It was before we met,” said Avery, bashfully.

I took a moment to gather myself. “Oh, th-that’s okay. Walmart has enough money, you know? And, that blue looks very nice on you.”

A much lighter shade of blue colored his pallid cheeks. “Oh, thank you! You told me before that you liked when I wore this color, so… I thought you might like it.”

A brief silence passed between us.

“So, dewdrop… do you want me to just lay down?”

The tension was palpable. I was desperate to break the ice.

“Sure, just get comfortable. And, geez… don't be so tense!” I paused, exhaling a held breath, and appreciating the irony that I was also very tense. I summoned my strength to say the next few words out loud: “T-tickling is supposed to be fun, you know? You're not nervous, are you? It's just me… little pipsqueak Casper,” I reassured him, offering a shy smile. “I'm not gonna torture you, okay? We'll go slow.”

Avery smiled back, but I was still sensing a bit of trepidation. “Ah… I guess I am a little nervous. I mean, I'm excited, too! I just know this is important to you, and… I'm worried I won't… meet your expectations.” He trailed off, growing quiet at the end as he looked away from me.

Avery's expression crushed me like a piece of hard candy. I closed the gap between us, placing my hands on his bare shoulders.

“You worry so much about disappointing me, and yet you never have, not one time. Avery, there is no way you could react that would change how I feel about you. Even if it turns out that you hate being tickled. Hell, I'm… I'm grateful you're even willing to try this with me,” I comforted, gently stroking my thumb along his skin. “If you don't like it, nothing will change. We'll just get some ice cream, watch another movie and cuddle until it's time for bed. Okay?”

He smiled at me, then; a real smile, and he seemed to relax a bit, too. “Thanks, dewdrop.”

“Anytime, cutie. Now go get comfortable, and we'll see if this pipsqueak can give you a giggle or two.”

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I inhaled deeply as a stream of cool vapor filled the room. Keeping a humidifier in my apartment was a necessity when Avery was around, especially during the dryer months. He liked when I used scented oil, too; today it was lavender, but I could still detect the scents of old books and wet stone on Avery's skin as he laid beside me. I sat at his hip on the bed, legs folded pretzel-style as I placed my hands on his tummy, over his shirt.

“I’m just gonna rub a bit first, okay?” I didn't want to catch him off guard – I'd never touched Avery like this before. Sure, I'd rubbed his back or arms occasionally while cuddling, but I'd never intentionally touched a “classic tickle spot” with intent, the way I was about to.

“Ah, okay…” He relaxed a bit, sinking into the bed as my hands rubbed his belly, over his shirt. Through the thin fabric, his skin was cool and soft against my palms. I felt a slight vibration as he hummed; he seemed to be enjoying it. As I caressed near where his belly button would be, Avery’s face scrunched a bit, and he shifted slightly against the bed.

“Holy shit, already?” I thought. My heart was going crazy.

“What's wrong?” I asked, the faintest lilt in my voice.

“I, ah, felt something… different…“ He said, a little breathlessly. I watched his blush deepen, soft blue spreading across his face.

“Hehe, if this is already making you squirm, you're probably super ticklish,” I said, and then grew a bit bolder, “you ready to try a real tickle, now?”

It seemed he mustered a bit of confidence, himself, because his response caught me off guard:

“Do your worst, dewdrop.” His eyes were teasing; even a bit challenging. Where did this come from?!

Despite my furious blush, I did all I could do: respond in kind.

“Oh, my worst? Alright, you asked for it, Nimbus!”

With that, my fingers went from flat to clawed, and I began to wiggle them into Avery's soft tummy. It was far from my worst; I knew he didn't even understand what he’d asked for, and I didn't want to overwhelm him. Nonetheless, his response validated my suspicions.

Avery's back arched off the bed, his fingers splaying out as his hands rested at his sides. His cheeks puffed up as his face scrunched even more, and I could see him fighting a smile that threatened to break into a laugh at any second. His blush was so vibrant now, his glasses were fogging up. Noticeably absent, though, was any effort to stop me.

My god.

Something awoke inside me, and I let it take control.

“What's wrong, cupcake~? I thought you wanted my worst, and this is still far from it. Doesn't look like you're handling it too well, are you? Are you just a little ticklish here? Why don't you tell me~?” My words were saturated with teasing. Though I wasn't inexperienced with tickling, I'd had very few opportunities to be the tickler in the past, and that side of me clearly ached to come alive. Despite practically trembling with nervous energy, there was no reasoning with the demon; it was hungry, and Avery was the first meal it’d had in years.

“I- kehehe… I c- ahahaha!” He tried to respond, his words both laced with and interrupted by laughter at each attempt. My fingers jumped around to different spots on his belly – scribbling below his navel, gently pinching his sides, wiggling all ten into his softness at the center, never letting him adjust to the sensation. It was immediately clear just how uncontrollable his giggles were; Avery laughed as though he didn't expect to, and was being ambushed by just how ticklish he was.

“Awwww, who knew clouds were this ticklish? C'mon, I know you've got a big laugh in there… let's hear it, hm? Do I need to try a different spot, maybe?” I taunted, moving my hands up to his chest, my digits now formed into wide claws as I gently dug my fingertips into his ribs.

“PFFFff hehehehahaha!” He cried, and for the first time, he moved his hands. I was expecting him to grab my wrists – instead, he used them to cover his now wildly-flushed face. My heart melted. How was he this cute?!

“Aww, don't hide from me! I want to see you laughing up a storm!” I joked, unable to resist giggling along with him; his unrestrained laughter was infectious. It seemed my weather-related wordplay had quite the effect on Avery as well, as his laughter spiked significantly.

“Don't sahahahahay THAHAHhahahat!” he whined through his cackling, hands still firmly covering his blushing face. He squirmed beneath my fingers, which still randomly and playfully spidered along his ribcage. Considering his laughter was practically bouncing off the walls, he stayed remarkably still as I tickled him; I wondered if it was because he enjoyed it?

“Hehehe, aww, what's wrong? Was the weather teasing a little too close to home? Listen, being this ticklish is snow laughing matter,” I continued to taunt, twisting the knife as my fingers switched to dancing up and down his plush, unguarded sides. Avery roared with laughter.

“AHAHAHhahah! STAHAHAHAP!” He begged, and I instantly stilled my fingertips. Still hiding his face, Avery's chest heaved as he caught his breath, exhales fluttering with soft giggles. I tenderly stroked the curves of his head, and as I did, I felt a curious tingle in my fingers – then, I noticed for the first time that tiny sparks of electricity were shooting off from his skin.

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to overwhelm you,” I said, afraid for a moment that I had gone too far.

I watched as he lowered his hands and looked at me. He was beaming; the edges of his flushed face practically glowed with humming electricity.

“That was so much fun! I can see why you like it so much.” His huge grin revealed a row of delicate, round teeth.

“I am so glad you liked it! Gosh, Avery, you are so ticklish. In fact, I bet you're ticklish everywhere.”

“Ooh, can we find out?”

I stared at him. I had never said it out loud, but in that moment, I was sure I couldn't possibly love him more.

“Oh, don't worry – the night is young, and I've got lots more weather puns I can't wait to try on you.”

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

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badassindistress · 6 months

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It is winter, I am cold and I found a shop that's selling ace flag coloured flannel. I'm gonna make myself a flannel dress in the hope that it will feel like pyjamas.

#a talia original #talia paints #digital art #i've been having fun with rebelle lately playing with layers #i used a 50s vintage vogue illustration as my croquis #and the picture from the fabric store just to see what it would look like #the check would be on a different scale of course #but it's so fun to see the possibilities this way #ace flannel dress #i never buy fabric online i really hope it works out

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winchesterwild78 · 4 months

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Chance Meeting pt 2

Part 1

18+ minors do not interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (later on), Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: lite smut, fluff, reader with body issues

Chapter Summary: Do you go to the Karaoke Party or not. Things start to heat up.

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You stood for what seemed like forever thinking about Jensen, the kiss and if you were going to Karaoke. Your phone ringing brought you back down to earth. You grabbed it and saw y/f/n pop up with her goofy picture plastered across the screen.

“Hey y/f/n. What’s up?” You asked as you answered. “You were supposed to text me when you got there y/n.” She said with an annoyed sigh. “Oh yeah, sorry it’s been wild, I um, well something happened that I’m trying to still wrap my head around” you told her. “Wait, y/n are you okay? What happened?” You smiled and sighed “yeah, I’m fine. I just ran into someone and it ended with a kiss and I’m not sure what it means or why it really happened.”

There was a bit of silence then your best friend jokingly said “what did you kiss one of the celebrities there?” “Oh no, y/n you’re not in jail are you?!?” You laughed and said “No, y/f/n I’m not in jail, but um Jensen Ackles did kiss me.” Silence was all you heard then she screamed. “Oh my God, y/n, tell me everything!!”

You started at the beginning and told her everything and how you’re debating whether to go tonight or not. “Y/N, you better get your ass to that karaoke party tonight! Jensen Freaking Ackles asked you to be there!” “Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoes right now?”

You sighed, you knew she was right but you were still fighting the negative thoughts in your head about how you looked, especially when you’d be standing next to him. He was beyond perfect, and you, well you were not.

“Y/N, you still there? “Um, yeah I am” you said with a quiver in your voice. She sighed and said “get out of your head, sweetie. If he kissed you and wanted to see you then he meant it. I’ve never met him but everything I’ve seen about him is he’s a genuine person. Take a leap of faith, y/n.”

You knew she was right so you decided to do it. “You’re right y/f/n, I’m gonna go take a shower and get ready. I love you girl, thank you.” “I love you too, y/n, now go get your man.” She laughed and you both said your goodbyes and hung up.

You looked at the clock and realized you had less than an hour to get ready and get to the conference room where the event was happening. You grabbed your favorite jeans, dark blue lace bra with matching panties, and your favorite AC/DC shirt and walked into the bathroom.

You turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Once it was warm enough you jumped in and showered. You wrapped a towel around your head and dried off with another one. You got dressed and put on a little bit of your vanilla body spray. You plugged in the hair dryer and pulled your wet y/h/c hair down. You’ve let it grow out over the past year and it’s now grown to the middle of your back. You quickly dry your hair and work on putting some makeup on. You’ve never been one for heavy makeup, but you figured you’d wear some tonight.

After getting ready you grab your blue flannel and put it on. You decide you want to be comfortable so you opt for your black and white vans. Once your shoes are on you glance at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath. “Well this is as good as I’m going to get.” You grab your crossbody bag and your room key and head towards the door. Walking towards the elevator your heart is pounding and you almost turn back around, but you push yourself to go. “You can do this, y/n.” You say to yourself. You push the elevator button calling it to your floor. The elevator arrives with a ding and you step in. There are already people in there so you pushed the 1st floor button and stand against the wall. When the elevator finally made it to the 1st floor you got off and looked around.

The hotel was bustling with people who were clearly there for the convention. You made your way through the crowd and found the conference room where the Karaoke party was already in full swing. You slipped in and stood at the back of the room taking in the crowd. It was amazing and you could feel the excitement in the air. You smiled as you saw DJ Qualls and Richard Speight taking the stage to introduce the next song. People were cheering and singing along. It was actually quite a scene. You slipped further into the background. You kinda felt like the wallflower at a middle school dance. You were happy to be there, but still nervous. As you scanned the stage you looked for Jensen. At first you didn’t see him, but then you caught a glimpse of him off to the side of the stage. He was dressed in a dark blue shirt that hugged his biceps and fit him perfectly, black jeans that fit him like a glove and his boots. You smiled and bit your lower lip when you saw him laughing at something someone had said to him. Then you felt your chest get tight and a warmth flow through you. What on earth was this man doing to you. He’s across the room and he’s still able to make you feel like you’re a giddy teenager.

DJ announces to the crowd there is a special guest who wanted to sing tonight. As he calls Jensen to the stage the roar of the crowd was deafening. You smile as you see him take the stage and you noticed he’s scanning the crowd as he starts to sing. He sings the first notes of “Angeles” and the crowd goes wild singing with him. Damn his voice is smooth like whiskey and sends chills down your spine. As he continues to sing you are pulled from your spot on the wall. It’s like a magnet is pulling you to him and you can’t help but smile. He scans the crowd and finally sees you. You see his green eyes sparkle and a smile creep across his face. You smile back at him and he winks at you.

When the song finishes he thanks the crowd and chats them up for a few minutes. He definitely has charisma and knows how to work the crowd. That’s when he looks at you and smiles. Jensen tells the crowd he heard an angel singing earlier today and he was hoping they would help him convince her to come on stage and sing with him. The crowd went wild and he extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and took it. Climbing on the stage Jensen leans over and whispers “I’m so glad you came, y/n.” “You look absolutely gorgeous.” You shiver and nod. His warm breath brushing over your ear and neck. You blush and clear your throat. “So what are we going to sing?” You asked as DJ hands you a microphone. Jensen looked a you with a smile and said “I’ve had the time of my life.” You smile and nod. Before you know it the song is starting. You swallow hard and listen to Jensen start. When it’s your turn you take a deep breath and sing. The crowd erupted with whoops and applause. By the time you and Jensen finished the song you were holding hands and you felt on top of the word.

The audience was cheering and you were grinning ear to ear. Jensen thanked the crowd, waving as he walked off the stage pulling you with him. “Wow, y/n you were amazing.” You smiled at him and told him thank you as you dropped your head. He put his hand around your chin and lifted your head. “Up here sweetheart, I want to see those beautiful y/c eyes.” You look up at him and meet his green eyes. Damn, why does he have to be so beautiful. “Y/N, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day. I’m so glad you came.” He said to you as he pushed his body closer to yours. You could feel the heat coming off of him and your body felt like it was on fire simply from his touch.

You both were still looking into each other’s eyes as he slowly pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet gentle kiss. A bit different than before but it felt amazing. He pulled away and you saw his pupils go dark with lust. He cupped your face pushing you into the wall and crashed his lips to yours. This time more passion and need behind it. You whimpered and felt him smirk. His free hand gently grabbed your hair and pushed you deeper into the kiss. Your hands instinctively went around his neck and running up and into his sandy brown hair. His tongue licked your lips asking for permission to enter and you opened your mouth. He deepened the kiss as both your tongues fought for dominance. The only reason you pulled yourself away was to catch a breath. Then you were both on each other’s lips. The world around you drifted away as you melted into his arms. As his hands started to explore your body you were suddenly snapped to reality and pulled away.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Jensen asked breathlessly. You looked at him and his eyes were softer and full of confusion. “I’m sorry, you don’t know how much I want to continue this, but I’ve got too many things going on under these clothes that I’m sure will turn you off.” You said with tears pricking your eyes. Jensen took a step back and looked you up and down. “From where I’m standing sweetheart I see a beautiful woman with a healthy body, beautiful y/c eyes, and a killer smile.” “I want to get to know you, all of you.” He said with a smirk on his face. “But, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable anything we do.”

You look at Jensen not sure if you can really trust him enough for you to be vulnerable with. You’ve been hurt in the past and you seriously have had your fill of being used. For some reason you felt a little more comfortable with Jensen. You thought it was crazy because you just met him. Granted you’ve watched him on TV for over 15 years, but that was a character. This was in fact reality.

Before you could say anything else Jensen took your hand and led you to the green room. He pulled you inside and shut the door. The you sat on the couch and Jensen sat next to you. There was something about him and the electricity in the air but you heard your best friend’s voice in your head “take a leap of faith.” So you did. You straddle Jensen, cupped his face and leaned in for another kiss. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. The passion was undeniable. Jensen’s hands slid up to the collar of your flannel and pulled it off. Your lips never parting. Damn this man was smooth. His hands slowly moving up to he back of your shirt while yours moved to his hair. You both pulled away for a quick breath and you smiled at him. Lips crashing onto each other again and his hands started to pull on the hem of your shirt. He stopped and you shook your head yes. This was all he needed. He pulled your shirt over your head revealing your dark blue lace bra and ample breasts. He growled as he started peppering kisses down your neck and down to your covered breasts. He hooks his fingers and unhooks your bra freeing your breasts. “Mmm perfect” you hear him say as he cups each breast and licks your nipples. You feel your panties getting soaked as he’s exploring your upper body. “Jensen, please” is all you can say. “Please what baby?” He asks with a smile. “Please take me to your room” you said.

With that he grabbed you set you down and said “let’s go” You grab your clothes putting them back on in a hurry while giggling. Jensen grabs your hand and leads you out the door and to the elevator. You both step into the empty elevator and are back on each other like a couple of teenagers. As the elevator opens you realize you’re on floor 7. Your floor and now you realize it’s his floor too. He grabs your hand leading you to his room. You reach his room and wait for him to open the door. As you enter his room you realize you’re taking that leap of faith and man has it been amazing so far.

#chance meeting #jensen ackles x plus size reader #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut

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redrage71890 · 1 year

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Seamstress Yuu AU

P.s. I'm getting rid of the fanart and pictures I put up before in case the artist didn't want their art to be reposted and for the performance pictures I just didn't think I needed to put them up.

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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The Heartslabyul boys would be a good starting point!

How did they react to the proposition?

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ {𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈}

He was taken aback from the offer and was indeed stuttering a bit from nervousness, but he agreed non-the-less.

After taking his measurements, he came in to Ramshackle for an outfit check to make sure its comfortable for him. He was amazed by the craftsmen of the clothing and it was indeed comfortable to wear.

His final outfit was a white button up under a scarlet red sweater, black baggy shorts with black and white shocks to go with some black combat boots.

Accessories included a few silver bracelets, silver thin chain necklace, a few silver rings and a card suit cufflinks.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ {𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇}

Similar to Riddle though keeps his cool for a bit and just straight up asks why him and how he doesn't think he should be a model for them.

But after words of absolute encouragement with things like "HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF?!"

Trey gave in...

Like Riddle, he came in did his measurements and later came back to try the drafts of the outfit. Really interested in the jacket draft but was overall satisfied with the outfit thus far.

Finishing outfit was a set of a black t-shirt, black jeans and belt and a silk red white braided jacket with black cuffs and black dress boots.

Accessories consisted of silver chains attached to the belt with golden card suit cufflinks and a loose black tie around the neck.

✩‧₊˚ {𝒞𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹}

He was ecstatic with the opportunity! He could get some online fame with the exposure!

Cater looked so excited to try out the draft of the outfit. Exceedingly comfortable and happy with the outfits thus far and expressed his excitement for the final!

He actually made suggestions for accessories and propositions for Yuu to use for the final outfit, to which they greatly took into consideration.

The finalized outfit was a candy red jacket with patterned squares and straps hanging off the chest and two zips on either side of the sleeves, a black t-shirt, candy red pants and black combat boots.

With Cater's freedom to accessorise his outfit with Yuu's permission, it consisted of golden diamond pins on the jacket, golden chains hanging on the hem of the pants and golden rings.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ {𝒜𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒶}

Mate actually thought they were joking and laughed in their face, but when Yuu's face stayed stone cold of seriousness....that's when he stopped laughing and had a surprised expression.

When taking measurements he moved a lot which greatly annoyed Yuu but they endured.

Ace was so surprised with the progress Yuu was able to do in a small time frame when he visited to try out the drafts.

Teased Yuu a bit for their closeness of the two but they shut it down instantly with a blank stare, not amused.

Finally, the outfit was a sleeveless candy red button-up with black faded splotches, black baggy pants with black straps and a flannel patterned fabric stitched on the thigh and black combat boots.

Accessories included a black with silver accented chocker, a black and pink belt and fingerless black gloves.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ {𝒟𝑒𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒹𝑒}

More stuttering and red reaching his face with silence from shock at the proposition. Deuce isn't sure about being a model but Yuu is quite convincing and encouraging at the same time, so he agreed.

The poor boy doesn't know what he's doing, he's so stiff when taking his measurements, it was kind of hard for Yuu to mauver him.

He was significantly impressed with the speed Yuu managed to create the drafts, he was satisfied with the drafts but Yuu certainly was not happy with how it was.

Getting the outfit back he was a bit shy staring at it. Since he's never worn anything like it.

Final fit was a flannel button-up with a leather collar and button strip, black pants, a black belt with silver accents and black boots.

He was decked with a black chocker with silver chains and another silver chain on the belt.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twst yuu #twst x yuu #seamstress yuu #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola

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s411l · 6 months

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STATION 42; ARRIVAL

150 DAYS BEFORE MISSION END

He was intending to make a good impression on whoever ran this place - the impression of someone who knew where he was and was prepared for it, like he was meant to be there and this wasn’t some last ditch effort to be as far away from civilisation as possible. That means sprucing up — a clean shave, hair dyed, gelled and dragged over his scalp to form the illusion of no receding hairline. But then he’d been told there was no need for a meeting, and been handed the plane tickets without much fanfare after.

The cold had forced him to hide the expensive (second-hand) suit under layers of sweaters and thermals and a puffy coat. Saul was a man clearly accustomed to a better climate. Minuscule icicles clung to his eyelashes, to the tip of his nose, to his feet, to everything. Hell, it felt like if he sneezed he might send shards of slimy ice scattering across the snow. What had been a moist hair gel now felt like super-glue dried to his scalp. And all of this was while Saul was inside the snowcat ferrying him to the final destination.

Station 42, The Station, his new station, was sat squat in the expanse of endless fields of ice. The vehicle that had brought Saul there was already beginning to have a building film of snow atop its roof, the weather having come out in full force to greet him. The passenger door had swung open, the motor’s hum becoming a stuttered groan against the wail of frozen wind. A sharp look from the driver told Saul it was time to hop off. The man had to move quickly, waddling through knee-deep snow and cussing with every step. By time he reached the compound, Saul was ready to tear the door off the hinges to get out the cold. He’s gotten this far and, as far as he saw it, the only thing that was gonna stop him was an avalanche dropping on his head.

“Come on, come on, come on-“

Patience was never one of his virtues, and he stamped his feet in an attempt to get some feeling back into the tips of his toes.

“-Fuck me.. let me in! It’s fuckin’ cold out here! I’m gettin’ frostbite!”

It must have only been thirty seconds; the outer door was a reinforced hunk of metal, after all. But at this temperature, thirty seconds felt more like thirty eternities. And when it did open, only halfway, the way in was blocked. The man stood in the entrance was dressed in layers of flannel, tired looking eyes boring into his. It looked like he was more interrupted by the intrusion than excited for more company. Good. Saul wasn’t a team player anyway.

“Are you the new lab-“

The man doesn’t get to finish his question; Saul splayed his hand out and stepped forward, letting the base of his palm collide with the mans sternum to make some space. Whether it’s out of disgust for being touched or actual force, the small window of space there was became Sauls - and he was slamming the door behind him as quickly as possible.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m the new lab.”

He flashed a cocky grin that he didn’t expect to get a warm response from. The man wasn’t a security officer, so he wouldn’t be a problem. Just as his new lab partner for 150 days opened his mouth, Saul stole the space again.

“Now. Important things first. Where the fuck is the AC here?”

Step one is to act like you’re the top dog, because otherwise you never will be.

( @atwicksend )

#yeah im gonna format this im going back to 2015 im manifesting the container theme vibe #ic #atwicksend #i need to figure out a fancy tag for threads.ill figure this out later

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snobgoblin · 10 months

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Nuace fan child perhaps?

x oh yeah sure!

so for him I thought hey Ace and Noodle are both cool (or Ace thinks he is anyway) so he's gonna be a Cool Guy and I failed the try not to give Aces kids pointy ears and fangs challenge... I just love those traits sue me ALSO I'm noticing a pattern in the outfits (I design a lot of tank top + baggy flannel + high waisted baggy pants combos I really need to Not Make The Same Outfit over and over again but this outfit is just soooo good) anyway combining Noodle's toughess (she's literally a soldier and a demon slayer) and Ace's toughness (and by toughness I mean he is a bully) AND combining both of their love for video games I'm gonna say this is a cool guy who's also a massive nerd and a little bit of a bully, but incredibly loyal (those are traits his parents have in common) he dresses in beiges purely bc he doesn't wanna seem uncool like Ace using the whole entire rainbow in all his outfits. AND like Noodle he can be a bit snobbish but like Ace he can be really gentle with those he's close to

#asks #anon #nuace #fankids #snoobgoobles #gorillaz #gorillaz oc #noodle gorillaz #noodle guitarist from gorillaz #ace copular #ace gorillaz

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heyo!! wondering if i could please get a hazbin hotel matchup sometime?? no rush at all, take your time! either romantic or platonic works (tossing around the idea that i'm aro/ace but i like the idea of relationships), ok with either gals or guys. tysm in advance!

(also, if you want, you can request a matchup in exchange at my sideblog @frostfall-matches - either hazbin hotel or another fandom listed on my blog!)

- personality: rough around the edges, introverted but not shy (distant, disinterested in getting close to most), willing to trust others and give people the benefit of the doubt, does not get lonely, extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking), confident and self-secure (sometimes prideful to the point of arrogance), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive but I try not to be), even-tempered (not prone to anger, but annoyance is relatively common; anger is cold when it happens), somewhat apathetic (rarely has strong emotional reactions, but a majority of the time mood baseline is pleasant), tends to brush off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious (but if I have a goal i WILL get it done), mildly competitive, good sense of humor, playful around friends, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip/drama), a troublemaker/rulebreaker, often unintentionally gets into trouble (then laughs it off), does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who irritate me), logical, not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection.

- personality/alignment types: INTJ-A, enneagram 7w8, chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch, gifts

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, anything with good world-building and characters), watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor and acrylic), baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, occasionally books on history), taking care of plants, home/decor DIY projects, thrill-seeking activities (a bit of an adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, sweets, most fruits, good food, cheese, lattes (either coffee or tea, a favorite of mine is chai), aromatic candles, piercings, tattoos, puns, cool weather, winter, forests, mountains, traveling, new experiences, learning foreign languages, medieval history, having ample amount of alone time/space, the occasional lazy day, people who are open to teasing/banter.

- dislikes: dogs, bitter foods, strong scents, hot weather, summer, spiders, long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up, lmao), people-pleasers, weak-willed people.

- misc.: quite clumsy and prone to getting hurt ; accidentally (and purposefully) misuses slang or common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care but rarely wears makeup, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; played alto saxophone for many years ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but hates mid-day and early afternoon) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly, not afraid of messing up and looking stupid ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; hourglass to pear shaped ; very pale (burns easily) ; no tattoos but i want some ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side (rarely wears dresses/skirts, but i do love short shorts), color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, leather jackets, combat boots, socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮!

She most likely found you when trying to find others to stay at the hazbin hotel and despite being rough around the edges she pushed further and further practically begging you to come join.

She literally would not leave you alone and since you weren't necessarily shy (and lowkey wanted her to leave) you joined the hotel. Plus a free room wasn't all that bad. Not to mention you just joined hell

"Oh you are going to love it here! I just know it!"

Honestly you probably hated her at first since you don't like relying on others a lot but she kept on trying to tell you that its alright and that she was there if you needed anything

With you being prideful and her needing some of that confidence in some areas I feel like you two would really balance each other out

Despite you not having overly strong emotions its fine! Cause she's got enough for the both of you.

Since you don't have strong emotions and tend to brush off the severity of a situation she'll step in and probably tell you whats what. Making a huge speech about everything and why it matters

You probably don't see the big deal with exterminations because of this and she'll try and convince you

"Everyone here is a human soul, just like the ones in heaven and I believe that everyone deserves their happy ending,"

You try and understand it for her but it gets confusing at times. She'll likely read to you the book she keeps in her room (the one she was reading in the first episode)

She's really passionate about things and sometimes you need to calm her down and bring her back to reality and she appreciates it when you do

"Thank you, I want a bit crazy there... heh,"

You most likely admire her ambition and will to get it done despite it most likely never happening as of currently (it does but we'll get to that)

You try to help her out from time to time but overall let her deal with it. Although sometimes she'll over stress and you'll need to go ahead and calm her down and remind her not to lose her head over it

Honestly despite what others think I believe Charlie has a competitive side to her when it comes to things that she believes in

So when she was told that her idea wouldn't work it was like a competition and in order to gain more or your help phrased it like one

"I wanna show those demons that my dreams will come true!"

She loves it when you get mischievous and sometimes will also try to be so. Although you might have to help her with it as she's kinda bad at it

While Charlie isn't big on drama I'd imagine she'd still love to hear about it just so that she can try to resolve it. Meanwhile you might end up trying to stir some of it up and she'd scold you for it. Not harshly, but still scold.

You both don't shy away from conflict and this is why I think you'd work so well together. When Heaven tells her that there's no proof she goes over and tells you what happened and since you both kinda hate the authority of Heaven you both challenge it

"We're gonna show those angels whats what!"

It was at this moment when she become really feisty in some term. You both began working harder and she loved the fact that you didn't shy down from heaven despite being a sinner

She really admired that part of you and tells you about it every single day

Charlie is a big cuddler. She'll probably snuggle up to you whenever she can. That and she always holds your hand wherever you go and will give you gifts. She is the princess of hell after all :)

If she sees that you've been staring at something that you might like for too long she'll get it for you. She most likely always pays for things like food and will always ask if you want to go and get something to eat with her

Also sometimes she'll just come home with chocolates for you or a gift for you

"Soo I saw this and it totally reminded me of you!"

You mentioned how you didn't like blind obedience and being responsible for others and honestly I thought this was perfect. I feel like Charlie isn't one to follow orders directly, she was told by many people that her plan wasn't gonna work even by her dad and yet she still persevered

And while she does like to be responsible for others in some way by helping them you won't have to be so for her. She takes care of her own actions :)

"I can't just follow what they say, its not right!"

As for your hobbies I'm actually kinda convinced that Charlie would love anime and would watch it with you all of the time

She would let you help her design the hotel and would love all of your ideas. She has a book just full of them in case she can use any of them :)

Also she probably has some sort of demonic botanical garden for you. She might not have much of a green thumb herself but she'd love to have you help her through it

She'd adore it when you'd cosplay. No questions asked

"OMG! Are you [insert character]!! I love them!!"

I feel like Charlie would try and push herself out of her comfort zone every now and then. She would love to try any crazy activities with you and probably have a heart attack whilst doing so-

One time you were helping her set up decorations for the hotel and accidentally fell off a ladder. She felt horrible and helped to patch you up despite you protesting claiming that it was her fault you were even on the ladder in the first place

Once she found out you were into skin care she begged you to share your routine with her

"Your skin is amazing! Whats the secret?!!!"

Once she learned you used to play the saxophone she would go crazy constantly asking you about it and asking you if you still know how to play

Then she found out you used to do gymnastics!? She was absolutely floored begging you once again to show her something

She loves your ability to find humor in any situation. It brightens up her mood every time :)

I hope this was good enough!

#hazbin hotel #match up #matchups #matchup #hazbin #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel match ups

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rosewaterandivy · 3 months

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Getting to know teacher!eddie from Notes on a Scene

Thanks to @myosotisa @jo-harrington and @deathbecomesthem for kicking off this brilliant idea and to @br0ck-eddie for tagging me!

Here's the original post with the questions, if you feel so inclined!

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)?

teacher!AU inspired by my steve series the kids aren't alright; it's a quasi-coming of age story, in that, eddie grapples with being an adult (which, like, don't we fucking all?). New Girl vibes, for sure cut with some miscommunication and chaos because i am nothing if not predictable.

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

he was a secondary character in TKAA and i loved him so much that i thought he deserved his own story.

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

omgomg okay. eddie stays pretty firmly in his wheelhouse with films, he knows what he likes and what's comfortable - not a huge risk taker in that regard. but reader is a bonafide film teacher and sets out to educate him on the finer points of cult classics and horror. and he's down for it, especially since most of the time when the credits roll he's either balls deep or on his way there. BUT THEN. they watch Bladerunner 2049 and eddie has the gall to FALL ASLEEP!!! jail, jail for a thousand years! reader is shocked and dismayed, denis villeneuve did not go through all that effort for eddie to pass the fuck out because "the score was really soothing," or "nothing happened for the first hour." (he's so like me fr)

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

so, while there is a dress code for faculty at school... eddie, predictably, does whatever he wants. mostly jeans and a band tee for day-to-day shenanigans, liiiiike chasing band kids who can't stay in formation on the field or whatever. keeps a jacket in his office because the one time he didn't he was forced to borrow steve's letterman jacket and all the kids asked when the wedding would be.

dressier fare involves whichever jeans are the cleanest, maybe a flannel over the band tee and his leather jacket.

to bed? absolutely nothing. and yes, it will bite him in the ass.

Favorite foods?

a simple man of simple pleasures, he's not picky. pizza, burgers, the works. he does have a tendency to pop tums like they're candy though. hasn't quite worked out the correlation between what he eats and why he feels like shit after the fact. like i said, growing pains.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

his bff is Trouble from TKAA and steve by proxy. robin'll do in a pinch if the lovebirds are too busy sucking face. but the ace up his sleeve is always wheels aka nancy byers.

and ofc wayne. he keeps trying to tell the old man to retire but he's even more stubborn than eddie is. they have dinner once a week and go fishing in the summer. well, wayne fishes and eddie tries not to fall out of the boat.

Yeah Yeah, he’s a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

he's around teenagers being a teacher and all. so he's pretty varied in his tastes now and remembers being their age and thinking his discovery of metallica or dio was the defining moment of his life and he's not about to yuck their yum. mostly he's exposed to tiktok samples from the band or hellfire kids, and then whatever the fuck is playing at the loft. generally a highly specific playlist or top 40 depending on whose home at the time.

What are his views on romance? On sex?

fun fact: eddie is a HUGE romantic. like, will watch when harry met sally by himself after a shit day and cry. that being said, the college to career pipeline hasn't afforded him many opportunities to show that side of himself. he hasn't had a "real" relationship in a minute, mostly just quick meaningless fucks to keep him sated. so, while he is a romantic, eddie has pretty much separated sex from that equation in this story. consciously or not, he's looking for a deeper connection, a spark that can be fanned into a flame.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

he's a realist. working with teenagers helps because they're always there to knock you down a peg and deflate your ego. but he also sees and hears some shit from the kids that breaks his heart.

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

places he's comfortable would be his office, the loft, reader's house, the hideout, and the soundbooth just off of reader's classroom.

the people he's comfortable with would be the gang (steve, trouble, robin, vickie, jon, nancy, argyle), wayne, and the band or hellfire kids. hop's a mixed bag because he's eddie's boss and the former chief of police - depends on the day and if he needs a favor.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

hmmm. he definitely wants connection what with everyone around him coupling up and settling down now. he could go either way with teaching? yeah, everyone says it's a calling and yadda yadda and he loves the kids (well, some of them), but if something better came along he wouldn't feel obligated to stay in hawkins.

as far as hopes and dreams go... he wants wayne to retire, and, ideally, let eddie help out with some things like bills or whatever. he's open to the possibility of settling down with the right person. and he really wants to get a dog or something. (watch him end up with an axolotl)

Optional Vulnerable Question: Why do you write fics for Eddie Munson?

because he deserves better. he deserves to be happy and catch a fuckin' break for once.

#eddie munson #em brainrot #noas eddie #eddie munson x reader #am i late? yes but who cares

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