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nkirukaj · 6 months

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I Want You, Simon - Chapter 2

I’m in love with Simon Petrikov and I need more content of him, so here’s a multi-part fic.

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings?

Genre: Angst and Fluff?

Word Count: 2.07k

Chapter 1

Simon lay on his bed with the window open. He needed the cool air to keep him grounded. Vivid flashbacks of the night before were playing in his head, how warm, sweaty, and crowded the tavern was, how warm, sweaty, and tight he was. The cool air was ever perfect contrast to the reawakening of-

BANG!

Marceline kicks open the door to his bedroom. It falls off the hinges.

“Marceline, what the dump?”

“Sorry. It was supposed to be a joke.”

He sits up in his bed and turns toward her. He closes the blinds to his window and she removes her hat.

“It’s not funny,” he put his head in his hands

She floats over to him

“What’s wrong Simon?”

“I don’t know, I just feel…wrong.”

“I’d feel wrong too! You didn’t even say hi to her last night!”

He blushes and his eyes dart towards Marceline.

“Who?”

“Samira? You ruined everything! I invited you there to see her!”

“You told me to come to see you!”

Marcy rolls her eyes “You see me everyday, you’ve never seen her!”

“This isn’t about her,” he mumbles, returning his head to his hands

Marceline purses her lips “What’s it about then?”

He sleeps his hand on his thighs “Me! I suppose? I shouldn’t have gone last night. Then I wouldn’t have felt how I did when you were performing.”

“And how did you feel?” He is red and silent. “Simon…?”

He continues to be silent “Well, when you stop feeling plumpdumps, you should get up and do something. ANYTHING.”

His head slowly rises “I could go to the library,”

“Yeah, sure you could do that. Or we could do something fun!”

He looks offended “The library is fun!”

She rolls her eyes “Okay Simon. I’ll see you later.”

She floats out of his empty doorframe “Well, at least he’s doing something,” She mumbles on her way out.

The library was a safe place. A comfort place. Simon knew that wherever he was, as long as he could find a library, then he could make it work. Walking into the library though, it felt as though something was off. He looked to his left and to his right and only found bookshelves upon shelves. Walking towards a section that usually had books on antiques and ancient artifacts he found fiction. And where there used to be fiction was cooking. He was correct, something was off.

He approached the front desk and found Turtle Princess.

“Excuse me?”

She looked up from the books she was ordering on the cart next to her. “Yes?”

“Can you show me to where th-”

“I’m currently in the middle stacking” She cuts him off “You can ask her” she points to a woman leaning on the other side of the desk “To help you,”

Simon looks off towards the other woman “Oh alright,”

“And also,” She calls toward him and he looks back “Shhhhhh!!!!”

After dropping the look of confusion from his face, he made his way over to the woman that Turtle Princess had pointed out. The woman wore a white turtleneck and blue jeans, a lanyard around her neck, her hair was in a bun, and when he approached she turned towards him to reveal some large square glasses.

“Hi,” She spoke in a light tone with a low voice “Can I help you?”

“Hello, Turtle Princess said that you can help show me around?”

She stands up straight “Ah yes. There have been a few questions about that today. But I can certainly be of assistance. What exactly were you looking for?”

“I was looking for the section on artifacts and antiques?”

Her face lights up “Wonderful, I can walk you there,”

Shebegan walking past him in a quick stride, and after snapping out of the zone he was in began to follow her. For such a short woman, she walked at a breakneck pace. After turning many corners and walking down, what seemed like, many secret paths, she finally stopped in front of a tall shelf filled bottom to top with books. She pointed to the books.

“Turtle Princess wanted to get rid of these when she decided to rearrange the library because according to her ‘nobody reads them’ and they’re ‘boring’. So we made a compromise to put them all the way back here because ‘if someone really wants to read them, they’’ll find them’” She mocks Turtle Princess’s voice. Simon chuckles a bit.

“Well, thank you for your help, uhhh..” He trails off. She widens her eyes and moves her arm out to the side and exposes her name tag. “Sami?”

“Yeah! You actually said it right on the first try. That doesn’t happen very often.” She smiles “Now, do you need help picking something out? Are you like studying a specific topic?”

He shakes hsi head, “No, this subject is what I often return to for comfort.”

She nods, understanding “Okay, well do you have a certain book in mind, because if you want I can recommend one.”

Simon looks a bit shocked. He had not known anyone in Ooo interested in talking about this, let alone reading about it.

“Do you study antiques?” he asked her

She shakes her head “No, I just wandered over her after the move and found a book that I thought was interesting. Seems to have been written Pre-Mushroom War, given that some of the pages are written as if uncertain that the artifacts, that have been found and publicized, actually exist. You know those books that you can read over and over again, and yet every single time that you do, you find something different to enjoy?” He nods eagerly. “That’s what this book is like for me,”

“Well, what is it? Can I see it?”

She nods quickly “Of course,” She suddenly drops down to the floor and Simon stares around in a confused manner before looking down at her.

“Sit,” she says, patting the floor in front of her

Simon sits as though his bones are stiff, he groans when reaching the floor. “New suit,”

“Who wears a suit to the library?” She smiles at him.

He straightens his suit out and clears his throat. Sami turns to look behind her and practically crawls into the shelf, the top half of her body disappeared into the shelf and all Simon was able to see was her butt. He looked away sheepishly.

She comes back out holding a large dark blue book, and she hands it to him.

“I usually hide it to make sure no one can check it out if I’m reading it, because that’s the only copy we have of it in the library. Who’da thunk it right? “

He laughs a bit, “Yeah, right.” He looks down at the book and sees the title ‘Ancient Artifacts’ with his own name under the title. “Oh.” he says full of surprise “You like this book?”

“Oh yeah definitely. I don’t typically care for nonfiction, but this book’s author writes his words in such a way that it feels as though I’m reading a story. It’s incredible. I feel like I’m following his journey of discovering these objects and himself.”

“Wow” Simon was stunned “I’ve never heard anyone make that kind of assessment before.

She shrugs “Do you know the book?” She chuckles “Maybe you could tell me how to pronounce the authors last name? I always try but I can never get it. It makes me think of like petri dish or something.” She laughs

Simon blushes and smiles a bit “It’s pronounced Petrikov,”

She laughs a bit more “What a silly name.”

He looks around “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“How’d you figure out how to say that anyway?”

He purses his lip “It’s my name.”

Her eyes widen and her face turns pink “So you’re-?”

“It’s my book…”

They avoid each others gaze for a few moments.

“I’m so sorry,” she clears her throat “But it really is a great book,”

“Well, you could make it up by telling me your favorite part.”

Sami perks up “Oh!” She grabs the book from his hands and flips through it “My favorite part is…. This.” She points at the chapter about the ‘Enchiridion’. “I don’t want to be a hero, but I do want to see what’s in that book. Like, it has to be something important if people went that far to hide it.”

“Well, I have a copy of it, so maybe I could..bring it here for you?”

“You could do that, but I must say most people don’t bring books into the library.” Her tone is joking and her face is filled with mock concern.

“Well, yes that’s true but-”

“No, I’m totally kidding. You should bring it. I love reading during my shift!”

He is slightly confused “Won’t anyone notice that you’re gone?”

She shakes her head “Turtle Princess is so lost in that cart, that if it was possible for her to lose her shell she would.”

He stifles a chuckle “She does seem enamored by that cart”

“It’s all she thinks about. And honestly, when I leave at the end of my shift I never even see her go.”

“Maybe she sleeps in the cart?” he said absentmindedly while stroking the spine of his book.

“Ha!” Sami laughs loudly, and covers her mouth to muffle the noise, but constrained snorts leak out.

Simon’s head snaps up to see Sami with her hand in front of her mouth, and a pink blush creeping up her face, which causes him to smile. He didn’t think it was that funny, but knowing that she did, he found it amusing.

Once Sami regains her composure, she straightens herself up and speaks “Was, there anything else I can do for you today, Mr…” she pauses, trying to remember his last name.

“Petrikov,” he reminded her “And technically my title is Dr.”

She looks impressed “Oooh, Dr. Petrikov, I’m sorry. Ooh, he lt me know. Dr. Petrikov.”

Simon holds back a grin and hands his book back to her “Here, this will do you more good than it will me.” she takes the book from him and their fingers slightly brush against each other. She doesn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks, I can put it back in my hiding spot.” She smiles at him. “Now do you need anything else Dr. Petrikov?”

At this point, he can’t help but smile “No, but thank you for everything today. Including your wonderful conversation. I haven’t met someone so intelligent and funny….” his smile falls “just in a really long time.”

She notices his fallen face and her voice and tone softens “Well, if you need anymore of my incredible wit, you can just come back. Whenever you want. But don’t forget the Enchiridion. I’m watching you Dr. Petrikov” she gives him siren eyes.

“Of course,” He nods towards her with a small smile returning to his lips “Thank you again for your help.” He takes a few minutes to stand up

She waves at him as he walks away, and he waved back as he exited the aisle, and soon the library.

Back at his house, he hung up his jacket and immediately began to look for the Enchiridion. He hadn’t seen it since he had moved from his old job/apartment, and before that the last time he had seen it was when he had been doing the ritual to summon GOL…Betty. He stopped in his tracks.

He hadn’t thought about Betty directly since his encounter with her at the end of his multiverse jumping with Fionna and Cake, but there were always things around that reminded him of her. Yes, he was willing to accept her choices and his own, but he wasn’t certain if she would ever be able leave his brain, nor if he ever wanted to stop thinking about her. Just thinking of the Enchiridion made him fall deep into memories of when he and Betty were young and happy. In fact, in retrospect this entire day had. Met a woman in a library who was funny and smart, with cute large glasses. Was it possible to not see her in everything? Did he even want to see that book again? Did he even want to do this anymore? He shakes his head. He made a promise to a woman and the library, and he was intending to keep it.

Sami, what a beautiful name.

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valiant-trashmouth · 7 months

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What if she doesn’t know??

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #adventure time #princess bubblegum #Ice king #simon petrikov #betty grof #golbetty #Fiona and cake #adventure time Fiona and cake #marceline x bubblegum #marceline the vampire queen

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j4gm · 8 months

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SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 1: FIONNA CAMPBELL

Here's a bunch of stuff I spotted. Feel free to add more.

During the anime girl hero dream Fionna mentions Hans Brinker, a character from a novel which introduced speed skating to the United States.

The BMO style alarm clock has BMO's voice.

The ducks that steal Marshall Lee's money look like one-headed versions of the two-headed duck from the original Adventure Time title sequence.

Cheers is a real sitcom. Simon previously sang its theme song in the episode Simon & Marcy, and now it seems to have manifested in the human AU due to his connection with it.

Fionna says "stop acting crazy" to Cake with the same meter as Marceline said "stop acting crazy" to Ice King in the episode I Remember You.

We all spotted this in the trailer but there's a Magic Man hat in this shot. Magic Man's hat was most recently seen being worn by Betty.

The Betty statue also suggests that Simon's psyche has significant influence over this world. The fountain includes frogs, a symbol of change that was previously also used in Temple of Mars. And Fionna mentions the statue underwent renovation twelve years ago, which is the same amount of time that's passed in the prime universe since Betty's amalgamation with GOLB.

It would seem Mrs. Abadeer runs a vacuum cleaner company as well as being Fionna's landlady. And Queenie runs an accounting business as well as the tour bus.

The stickers on Marshall Lee's guitar case are all references to real life punk rock bands. X-Ray Pex = X-Ray Spex, Daikini Kill = Bikini Kill, PM might be a reference to AM as in the Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure what Las Crudas and Dark Eyes are references to. Perhaps someone more familiar with punk rock can let me know?

In case you were wondering, the credits confirm that this is human genderswapped Fern. It's a bit more obvious now that we can see all her green clothes and backpack, and given what she said about her dreams being super messed up. I'm not gonna go through the rest of the cameo characters in this episode because most of them are pretty obvious or already got figured out when the trailer dropped. That said, if anyone knows who the bus driver is meant to be please let me know.

The sword in the window of this games shop looks very similar to Fionna's sword from the original comic series.

The latte that Gumball - ahem I mean Gary - makes in this scene features PB's swan.

Okay one more cameo mention because I feel like it might become significant later. This is Ice Queen.

Fionna and Cake are dreaming about their apartment block in the credits of this episode, but it has a roof like the Tree Fort and the same little boat with a telescope and parasol.

Episode 2 to follow!

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

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lakesparkles · 6 months

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Sometimes I feel like drawing kisses so here's them! Also, I'm happy to see more Betty x Ice Queen fanart hehe

(I actually drew other characters kissing - mostly OCs - but they might be too furry idk)

#petrigrof #simon petrikov #betty grof #adventure time #fionna and cake #Simone gives Betty free ice cream everyday and this is her way to show love

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kookygranger · 4 months

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Fairytale of Hawkins: Part Two

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A cheesy hallmark Christmas fic inspired by @bettyfrommars's tow truck!Eddie and prompts #1 & #6 from Betty and @allthingsjoeq's Holiday Prompt Party

Summary: A petting zoo, Secret Santa and mistletoe never being around when you need it.

Warnings: reader doesn't have family, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, swearing

Word count: 5.3k

Author's note: Okay, it's 11:54pm on Christmas Eve where I am and this is far from perfect, but I wanted the people who enjoyed the first part to have this for Christmas so here it is. I hope you're all safe and you get moments of peace and joy these holidays.

Part One

You were handsome You were pretty, Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more – Fairytale of New York, The Pogues/Kirsty MacColl

3 Days 'Til Christmas

“So uh, what’s goin’ on with you and Robin’s friend?”

Hawkins town centre is frosted with a light dusting of snow that fell in the early morning hours. Picture perfect, like a Hallmark Christmas card. The hum of festive cheer in the crowds doing last-minute gift shopping and partaking in the charming small-town seasonal activities is mostly drowned out by an argument between Dustin and Lucas, Max and the younger Sinclair sibling rolling their eyes in annoyance. They sit, impatiently waiting for the rest of the party to show up, on the edge of the fountain frozen over with the cold snap that swept through town at the beginning of the week.

Steve’s perched on the back of a bench a few feet away, ignoring the squabble as Eddie toes the ground in front of him.

“First of all, I know you know her name. And B, nothing is going on, she’s a great girl and a really good friend to Robin.” Steve shrugs, “We both told you you’d like her.”

Eddie squints, his leather jacket opening to reveal a dark red sweater as his pocketed hand gestures in question, “Why me specifically?”

Steve shrugs again, “Rob and I both thought you’d hit it off. It just feels…right. Don’t you think?”

“I mean yeah, yeah she’s beautiful. Cute as hell when she gets flustered. But she’s a city girl–used to more than this, right?” He looks around at the small-town square, filled with little kids dressed in matching sweaters and flustered mothers pushing prams with clenched smiles. “She’ll be gone well before the ice on the road thaws.”

“So? What’s wrong with having a little holiday fling?”

Eddie sucks his teeth, “I don’t think I can.”

Steve lets out a low whistle, “You’re that head-over-heels already?”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head, cheeks flushing pink from more than just the bite to the wind, then sighs. “Think if I have a fling I might just get there though. This is Robin’s fault she shouldn’t’ve talked her up so much!” Steve chuckles at his friend’s distress. “Doesn’t help that she looks like a damn angel when the snow’s kissing her eyelashes.”

Steve rubs his face, “Jesus Christ.”

***

You and Robin had vowed to hold off drinking for the rest of the holidays after your night at The Hideout, which was followed by a day spent on the couch, groaning about loud noises as Gremlins beamed across the TV in the darkened living room. When you’d finally managed to peel yourselves away from the nest you’d made out of blankets, large diet sodas and greasy fries from the drive-thru, you decided to cross off making Christmas cookies from Robin’s list of “holiday activities that could make the grinch’s heart grow.” She assured you weren’t the Grinch in this situation but it certainly felt, pointed.

The misshapen sugary treats weigh down your tote bag as you walk arm-in-arm with Robin towards the designated meeting spot.

“I keep making a fool of myself in front of Eddie.”

Robin smirks, “You’re doing fine.”

“I can just be so,” you hold out your hand in a vague gesture and grimace, “sometimes, you know?”

Robin laughs, “Oh, I know.”

“Thanks.”

She squeezes your arm that’s wrapped around hers and shakes her head, “Everybody loves you I promise. And if they don’t yet, they will.” You both round a corner, the fountain and a group of animated college kids coming into view. Steve waves from across the street, Eddie turning his head in your direction then away again quickly when you make eye contact.

“Right.”

***

“C’mon now everyone keep up.” Steve claps his gloved hands together, his cheeks pink and his brows furrowed in faux admonishment as he leads the group towards the petting zoo set up for the weekend in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy supermarket. You can tell by the glisten in his eyes how much it means to him to have all of his found family in one place.

You laugh softly when he claps Dustin on the back and the younger boy tries to shrug off his embrace.

“He’s in his element this time of year.” Eddie falls into stride next to you, the both of you now bringing up the rear of the boisterous group.

You nod, a small smile permanently etched on your face from the company. “I can tell.” You walk the rest of the way in silence, watching the antics of the strange mix of personalities in front of you with a distant bemusement as you tried and failed to come up with something to say. Had you called him sexy at one point the other night or did you dream that?

The stench of hay and something less savoury wafts over you as you all enter the car park under a bright red banner with ‘Petting Zoo’ written in white cursive on it. You’re about to ask Eddie if they did this every year when a middle-aged woman stops you with a brochure held out in front of you.

“Have you found Jesus?” She’s standing by the entrance in a matching woollen navy-blue coat and skirt, heels on her stocking-clad feet and hair quaffed perfectly in a bob accentuated by the pearls on her ears and neck.

You don’t even think about your response before it slips out, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise he was missing.” You can see Eddie smirk out of the corner of your eye. It was just meant to be a light-hearted joke, but the woman clearly didn’t see the humour.

She purses her lips in a thin line and snatches the brochure back out of your reach. “I should’ve known you were one of his type.” You keep walking along, her voice changed back into a sweeter version as she asks the next person the same question behind you.

You turn to Eddie, his eyes downcast and shoulders higher than they were a second ago. “What type are you?”

He rubs the back of his neck underneath the black knitted scarf that matches his beanie. “Uh, devil worshipper according to this town.”

“Oh, I’m actually lapsed. Found all that sacrificing was getting in the way of my day job you know?”

The smile that catches at the corners of his mouth makes your tummy flip.

“I know whattya mean.” He nods, all dramatics with his feigned seriousness, “So much laundry with all those blood-stained clothes.”

“Right? Such a hassle.” You both laugh as you look at each other. “Do they actually think that?”

Eddie shrugs, “It was worse when I was in high school, but I still get the odd bit of holy water thrown in my direction.”

“Why?” You shake your head and frown, serious this time. “Just because you listen to Motorhead?”

“That and I was the leader of the Dungeons and Dragons club in high school. It’s a game for nerds really, but it kinda got swept up into the satanic panic that was going around at the time.”

“That’s so…dumb.”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, watching your feet walk in sync together. “Yeah, I guess it is.” His head snaps back up, “Wait, how do you know Motorhead?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You bump his shoulder and scoff, “Did you just judge a book by her cover Eddie the devil worshipper?” He opens his mouth to speak but his reply is cut off by an animalistic snort that has your head turning in curiosity. You gasp as you spot the furry brown creatures leaning into patting hands over a wooden fence, “They actually do have reindeer here!”

Eddie grins as your face lights up. “Did you think they were lying?”

You shake your head, “I thought they’d just be regular deer. I’ve never seen–“ You grab Eddie’s leather-clad arm in your excitement and he looks down at your touch before you bound off towards Robin who’s laughing at your reaction.

El and Max have to coax you into actually patting one when you get closer, the antlers much more intimidating in person. They giggle as you squeal and pull back your hand when a cloud of condensation escapes from the deer’s nostrils as it huffs loudly.

You turn to laugh with them, distracted as the reindeer leans in closer, your body tensing when you feel its hot breath on the back of your neck before it snatches your scarf from around your shoulders. The girls yell as you whip around to see it trot off, barely processing what just happened when you feel a warm hand on your back, Eddie’s frame coming into view as he slips past you and jumps the fence. He’s able to grab the scarf out of the creature’s mouth and sneak back onto your side of the fence before anyone who works there even notices.

You’re speechless as he hands your scarf back to you, El and Max cheering along with Robin and Nancy who’d noticed the commotion.

The younger girls are giggling again when Max interrupts the silent look you and Eddie share while the scarf is held in between the both of you. “You’re a real knight in shining armour this week Munson.” He looks up at Max as she and El walk away, looking for their boyfriends to ask if they’d brave a reindeer pen for them.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You take the scarf from his hands, grimacing at the wet patch on the light fabric. “Don’t know if you can get reindeer drool out of cashmere though.”

He snorts, “Maybe you shouldn’t have worn something so expensive to a petting zoo, princess.”

You brush off the nickname, not entirely sure if it was meant in jest. “You know I’m a feminist, I’m gonna need you to stop coming to my rescue Eddie.”

He smirks, “I don’t think that’s feminism, I think that’s stubborn independence to the point of detriment.”

He was taunting. Flirting really, but Eddie forgets it takes time for people to figure out he’s not just being grumpy all the time. That he isn’t as mean as his initial wariness of people might suggest. For a second he forgets that you haven’t always been a part of this group – that you don’t know him like the others do.

The awestruck look that had graced your face drops. “Jeez okay, I didn’t realise we were reading each other.” His eyes go wide as you shrink into yourself. “You know, I realise you probably don’t like me very much and you might feel like I’m ruining your time with your friends at Christmas, but I am trying Eddie.”

He hates the way your eyes begin to water.

“Robins told me so much about all of you, I know how much you all mean to each other and I really didn’t want to intrude on that, but she insisted that it would be okay. She’s letting me spend the holidays with her family because I don’t have one, and I don’t want her to regret that.” You look down at your feet, “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way from now on.”

Eddie clenches his eyes shut as you walk away to find Robin or anyone else who won’t mind you joining in.

“Nice work Munson.”

***

Once the group have had their share of reindeer petting and eaten the cookies you and Robin had brought along with some hot cocoa from a nearby stand, everyone gathers in the town square again for the annual Secret Santa. You’re huddled together with Robin, head leaning against hers as you steal each other’s warmth and the group gathers in a circle, Steve tossing pieces of paper with everyone’s name written on them into his beanie.

Eddie keeps stealing glances at you as Steve goes around the group, dramatically holding a gloved hand to each of the teens’ eyes and yelling, “No peeking!”

Eddie feels shit. He can’t believe he’s made you feel unwelcome. Well, he can. He knows he can be guarded when it comes to letting new people into his life, but you’re one of Robin’s best friends – spending Christmas with her because you don’t have anywhere else to go and he’s made you feel like he doesn’t want you here. Asshole.

When Steve gets round to you and Robin, he holds the hat out to her then moves on to Jonathan and Argyle next. You figure you’re too new to the group to partake in this tradition, which seems fair. Steve rounds out the wonky circle with Eddie, dropping the beanie with a “whoops” before fumbling on the ground with it, then holding it out to Eddie. You notice him squinting his eyes in suspicion, wondering what’s going on between them when Steve comes back to you.

“Lucky last,” he smiles that charming cherub grin of his and you reach into the beanie to pull the last piece of paper out.

Of course it would be.

Steve reminds everyone of the budget and secret part of Secret Santa with a pointed look at Mike, who frowns in offence before the group starts heading off in different directions.

Robin moves to stand in front of you. “Who’d ya get? Do you need help? I can bend the rules for you seeing as you don’t properly know everyone.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m a bit disadvantaged.” You laugh nervously, “I uh, I got Eddie.”

“Oh great! He’s easy. Big nerd, you know what he likes.” She starts counting off on her fingers, “Music, DnD, Lord of the Rings and all that fantasy stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrug.

She hooks her arm with yours again, “C’mon let’s go together, I got Nancy. I feel like you’ll be better at picking something for her than me.”

***

After an hour and a half, you’re about ready to give up. You helped pick out a faux-leather journal and fountain pen set for Nancy from Robin, but you haven’t been able to find anything remotely good for Eddie’s gift. Everything feels impersonal like something he could’ve just picked up himself and the last thing you want is for him to be disappointed that you got him for the gift exchange. Just another friend-only activity that your presence has ruined.

You’re currently browsing through a second-hand bookstore, hoping to find something you can curl up on the couch in your apartment with during the rest of the holidays, while Robin’s popped into the bath and body shop across the street to look for a gift for her aunt.

Your eyes scan the hardbacks in the fantasy section, fingers running lightly across the spines when they come to a stop on a light green book. You tilt the book from the shelf, admiring the mountains and dragon carved in navy blue adorning the border. This could be perfect. Carefully opening the worn cover, you find an inscription written in the yellowed pages that makes you smile. You close the book softly and head to the counter to ring it up. Maybe he wouldn’t be disappointed.

Dear Henry,

In celebration of our mutual liking – I hope Bilbo becomes a friend as well.

Happy Birthday,

Love, your Arwen

***

Christmas Eve

The butcher paper wrapped gift sat heavy in your palm as you’re greeted by Steve in his living room when you and Robin walk in. You hold up the present in question, keen to get rid of it before your clammy hands ruin the red satin bow decorating it, and Steve points you in the direction of the pile under the colourfully lit tree. You take a moment to admire the personal ornaments, the glint of a red 20-sided dice reminding you of the other inhabitant of this apartment.

The famous Harrington Christmas Eve party had been talked up by Robin for months. In her attempt to get you to Hawkins, she promised you a preview of the King Steve you’d heard her tease him so much about (which he vehemently denied was a thing), potently spiked punch (which you would not be partaking in) and impromptu games out on the street that would cause noise complaints from the neighbours.

And now that Steve and Eddie shared an apartment? Apparently, rowdiness was a prerequisite.

You’re more nervous than you should be as you settle in, taking solace in Jonathan and Will’s quiet company on the couch as you sip on a non-spiked mug of egg nog. It isn’t until half an hour later that Eddie even shows up, despite this being his apartment.

He walks into the living room, cheeks red from the cold, snow still sprinkled on his shoulders and in his hair. He’s followed closely by Dustin who’s rugged up in an assortment of knitwear that looks like it was definitely made by a doting family member, and grins when everyone greets him.

“Finally, you two.” Steve walks in from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly poured potato chips. “Everyone’s here, we’re getting ready for Secret Santa.”

Eddie just nods at him, offering you a tight-lipped smile when you catch his eye before he walks over to the tree to place something under it with his back turned to you.

While everyone gathers in the living room, he ducks out. Returning without all the extra layers, his crisp white t-shirt takes you by surprise and your eyes wander to the silver chain around his neck.

Pull it together, honestly.

“Okay, I’m first!” Robin walks across the room to the tree by the front window, only to be stopped by Steve’s arm.

“What? Why are you first?”

“Well, someone has to be dingus. Why not me?”

“Uh, maybe we should let our guest be the first?” Everyone turns their head towards you and the attention makes you sink further into the couch.

“Oh, no Robin is always first.” You wink in her direction, then frown. “Wait, did that sound weird?” You look at Jonathan and Will who both chuckle, the older boy giving you a shrug.

After Robin tears through her present the decision is made to go anti-clockwise around the room. The closer it gets to Eddie who’s sitting on the couch opposite you, the more your palms begin to sweat. You don’t think your heart could take him being indifferent to his gift, and you hated that you cared so much about what he thought. What was this town doing to you?

When Steve hands Eddie his gift your back automatically straightens, perched perilously on the edge of your seat you grip the mug of egg nog in your hands. He takes his time with unwrapping, not diving straight in and tearing like you would’ve expected, even draping the ribbon around his neck once he’s untied it. When he gets to the gift the room is mostly silent, save for the Christmas carols playing from the stereo in the corner. You’d already clocked The Kinks, The Damned and Ramones – sure that the boy who held your last ditch gesture in his hands had picked the tunes.

Eddie’s face is stoic as his fingers run along the cover of the book. When Dustin and Mike, sat near him spot what it is they share exclamations of “Sick”, but you’re more interested in the metalhead’s opinion. You take in a deep breath as he opens the well-preserved cover and you watch his eyes read the inscriptions.

After much back and forth you’d decided to leave your own message next to the original one. Writing in pencil in case he wanted to erase it.

He rubs his freshly shaven jaw then his eyes find yours across the room. They’re soft. Pools of awe that match the tone of his quiet voice.

“Thank you.”

You offer him a small smile, “You’re welcome.”

“How did you know it was from her?” Dustin pipes up from his seat on the floor.

“Lucky guess.” His eyes hadn’t left yours until then, and you watch him scan the message again.

Dear Eddie,

I know you’re already well acquainted but I thought what better company on a long winter’s night than the second best party to go on adventures with (second only to your own of course).

Merry Christmas,

C.G.

You feel his eyes on you as the rest of the gift-giving takes place around you. Wiping the sweat off your palms now that the moment was over, but the tension you’d felt hadn’t lifted from your chest – only tethered itself to the cause that was sitting across the room lightly brushing his thumb over your offering.

You’re the last in line to open your Secret Santa, but the attention of the room has been caught up in the gifts that have already been revealed. You’re admiring the new camera bag Jonathan is turning over in his hands when Steve taps you on the shoulder. He holds out a small parcel that fits in the palm of his hand and winks at you when you take it, before walking over to sit by Dustin.

You look down at the parcel wrapped in shiny red paper, tugging at the twine tied around it when you feel the weight of the couch shift beside you.

Eddie takes up more room than Jonathan who’s now sitting on the arm of the sofa across from you with Nancy’s arm draped over his leg. He’s manspreading a little, but the only reason you notice is because of the close proximity of his knee to yours.

“You got me,” he gestures to the gift in your hands, “I mean I got you. Well, I guess both are true.” He holds up his new copy of The Hobbit and smiles softly.

You look down at your lap again and begin to unwrap your present, Eddie’s leg bouncing next to yours. A glint catches your eye as a pair of dangly ruby earrings is revealed.

“They’re not real obviously,” Eddie scratches his jaw, “and Robin said you’d be happy with anything, like a snow globe or candy but I saw these in the drugstore and thought they’d look good on you.”

You smile, “Eddie they’re really pretty. Thank you so much.”

He blows out a puff of air, “You like them?”

“I love them, honestly. Oh, look we match!” You hold out the earrings next to the ring on his finger sporting a small ruby stone.

His cheeks are dusted in pink as he smiles, “Yeah, I guess we do.” You ask him to hold the earrings you had in before as you swap them. “You don’t have to put them on now.”

“I know, I want to.”

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, mesmerised as he watches you put on his earrings. “What does C.G. mean by the way?” He opens the book in his lap again.

“City girl.” The frown on his face troubles you momentarily before he speaks again, doe eyes pining you down once more.

“Thank you. It’s really special. You’re really–“ He trails off, eyes searching yours as you wait for him to finish his sentence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up so abruptly that you flinch. “I gotta uh, find something…I’ll be back.”

You turn to Will who had been not so subtly watching the whole exchange from the other side of the couch and gives you a sympathetic smile when you say, “I still don’t know where I stand with him.”

***

For the next twenty minutes, you only see glimpses of Eddie as he darts in and out of rooms. Stomping around like he’s on a mission, a crease etched deeply in his brow. While Nancy and El are admiring your earrings in the kitchen, you hear a squeak of shoes on the linoleum before you see a blur of brown hair disappear around the corner.

You excuse yourself, finding Eddie alone in the hallway, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and head tilted to the ceiling.

“Eddie, are you okay?” He shakes his head and huffs out a bitter laugh. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s always goddamn mistletoe at these things. Steve always gets drunk and tortures people with it, but then this year? Of course there’s none!”

You step closer, now standing in front of him but he doesn’t meet your eye. You’re confused. “Why do you need mistletoe?”

“So I have an excuse to kiss you.”

Oh.

OH.

Wait, what?

“Why don’t you just…kiss me?”

His head snaps down, eyes flickering back and forth between yours with a frown. “Can I?”

You bite your lip to stop the enormous smile threatening to creep onto your face. “Yes Eddie, you can kiss me.”

He pushes himself off the wall, crowding your space and reaching a hand out tentatively to touch your face, thumb gently stroking your skin like he had the book. He searches your eyes for any hesitation before he leans in slowly until your fluttering lashes tickle his cheek and he can’t take it anymore. The kiss is as soft as the snow falling in flurries outside, one elongated peck before you're both leaning in for another, and another. Turning tender as he reaches his other hand to pull you closer by the waist. You can taste peppermint on him, probably from one of the candy canes hanging on the tree, but it’s the warmth from his chest and the heady scent of his cologne and smoke that clings to his shirt that has you lost in him. So lost that when his thumb gently pulls down on the side of your mouth, you let him in with no hesitation, his tongue now spreading his warmth from the inside.

“Wow, that got R-rated really quick.” You jump and lean back, not moving far with Eddie’s grip still on your waist. You look down the hall and catch Robin nodding with a look of slight disgust on her face next to a smirking Steve standing there with his arms crossed.

Eddie bows his head and sighs, “Really? Think you can maybe take the commentary somewhere else Harrington?”

He holds up his hands in defence, a leafy twig with white berries hanging from his hand. “Hey, I was just coming to give you two a push, but it looks like the party’s already started.”

Eddie pinches the skin in between his brows, “For fuck sake.” You cover your mouth with your hand at the sight of the deep blush creeping into his cheeks, which deepens even further when you both hear Dustin yell from the other room.

“Did he kiss her yet?!”

Eddie groans and moves his hand to the small of your back to guide you out the door, flipping off the audience at the end of the hall before grabbing your coats off the hanger. He helps you into yours and leads you outside the apartment building by your hand.

For the first time since you arrived in Hawkins, you don’t notice the cold that greets you, focused entirely on Eddie’s warmth as he crowds you against the brick wall of the building. He holds one arm above you, almost enveloping you in his soft waves when he leans in.

That intense gaze has you shying away again, opting to play with the zipper of his jacket instead of looking back.

“You really liked your gift that much huh?”

“I really like you.” He tilts your chin up.

“I didn’t think–“

“I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome,” he frowns. “I have trouble letting people in.”

You shake your head and he moves his hand to stroke along your jaw. “It’s okay, this is a very special family I’ve walked into. I understand why you’d be wary of anyone disturbing that.”

“You fit right in. I promise.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He smirks, “Also, I’m just really, really bad at flirting when it comes to drop-dead gorgeous city girls.”

You grin, “I think you’re probably better at it than you think.”

He leans in, lips a breath away from yours, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

***

Christmas Day

The screen door shudders under your touch as you knock on the trailer, your gloved hand coming back to wrap around the translucent cake plate tucked into your chest. You hear muffled footsteps before the inside door swings open to reveal a beaming Eddie on the other side.

“Hi,” you smile.

You step back to let him open the screen door and he meets you with half a step out, grabbing the plate from you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips that has you desperate for more.

“Hi, sweet girl. C’mon in.”

You follow his warmth, “There’s only half left of the cheesecake. I’m sorry Robin and her family already ate most of it, then I kind of hid it when I realised I didn’t have anything to bring over – I think it tastes pretty good though. And I brought this wine, which is all they had left at the store and it only came in this gigantic bulk size, I think it might be half water–”

You feel Eddie’s smile as he presses his lips to yours again, “It’s okay sweetheart. You didn’t have to bring anything.” “I know, but I wanted to make a good first impression and we both know that I…don’t.”

He chuckles, “Trust me, I was blown away as soon as you stepped outta that car.”

You roll your eyes, snappy reply dying on your tongue when you hear a door open and an older man walks down the short hallway towards you. “Hi, Mr Munson.” Eddie squeezes your shoulder as you step forward with your hand held out and introduce yourself. “Thank you so much for having me, I hope I’m not intruding on your Christmas.”

“Nonsense,” he frowns at you, the resemblance uncanny, and brings you in for a tight hug. “Please call me Wayne, darlin’. Honestly, Ed’s been bouncing off the walls waiting for you to come so you might be able to do me a favour and get him to sit still.”

“We were just watching Gremlins.”

“Oh, I love that film! I didn’t get to appreciate it the other day because I was hungover–I mean…we were busy baking cookies.” You feel Eddie’s chuckle on the side of your face.

“She brought baked goods and wine, Wayne. All for lil’ old us.” He squeezes your shoulder again.

“It’s not any good.” You hold out the cheap bottle to Eddie’s uncle.

“Oh hell, anything you can uncork, uncap or unscrew, I’ll drink it.”

You laugh, shoulders relaxing under Eddie’s subtle massage.

***

You feel light.

Floaty and fuzzy with the laughter coming from beside you, your body sinking into the worn couch and Eddie’s gentle stroking of the back of your hand grounding you in the moment. The Munson’s, like almost everybody else in Hawkins had welcomed you into their home with open arms.

It was Christmas and you were curled up on the couch with a boy who meant something to you. Allowed to be a part of a family if only for a short period.

“So little miss, you headin’ home tomorrow?” You turn to Wayne, who’s sitting in his armchair, eating a piece of the cheesecake you plated up for him with Eddie’s help.

“I was planning on it, but you know the airport gets so busy during the holidays and Robin’s still gonna be here so…I think I might just stay till New Year, actually.”

Eddie’s head snaps from the TV set towards you. He grips your hand a little tighter to get your attention.

“Is that right?”

You turn to him, “Yeah. Are you–are you gonna be around?”

“No,” he shakes his head, frowning in that way that’s starting to make your heart flutter, “I gotta work. Lotta damsels in distress needin’ me to rescue them from the side of the road.” You feel the heat creep up your neck as Wayne rolls his eyes at his nephew.

“Wanna ride shotgun?”

~ THE END ~

Tagging: @eddieslooneymoonie, @micheledawn1975 – thank you for asking!

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His Snowflake: Yandere The Winter King X Listener (Fionna And Cake) #adv...

Base Yandere The Winter King Headcanons: His Snow Angel (AT: Fionna and Cake)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! And Happy Holidays! I am trying to get at least 12 Videos and a few written posts. This will be a Tumblr/Archive/YouTube post! The YouTube video will have more to it than the written post. This is The Winter King base yandere headcanons from Adventure Time Fionna and Cake! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: The Winter King is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal about it, and remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon and canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With The Winter King-

.It was a dream that he met you.

.He has been lonely, never fully complete like something was missing.

.Then you a human from another universe appear here?

.You were so warm, soft, and like a light came from you.

.His Angel, his snow angel.

.He became quickly obsessed with your warmth.

.He has always had a borderline obsession with things.

.Even before he became the Ice King or the Winter King.

.Tranfering the madness of the crown did not change this.

.He could not even remember Betty.

.So this version of Simon, puts all of his obsession into you!

.How could he not, you are so warm and perfect.

.You are perfect just like him!

.It was destiny that you two would meet!

.One could even call it Fate!

.Yes you were his Angel to be with him for all eternity!

.He is very into himself, so he will only have the best (Which he sees as the best) as his partner.

.He also loves his ego stroked.

.That is the only reason he had not killed the Candy Queen.

.Because her attention strokes his ego and man is his ego huge.

.So he would want you to pay attention to him and to stroke his ego.

.You should only want him in your life! Why would you give your attention to anyone else?

.He is the only one good enough for your attention, it should be him! AND ONLY HIM!

.Since he is the only one good enough for you, he does not typically see anyone else as a rival.

.Why would he have rivals? the whole idea of you being into anyone else is laughable at best!

.He would love to be called King and he would call you either his Angel, snowflake, or majesty.

.To him you are so much more delicate than him, he could easily break you.

.Though he would never do that! He may freeze your legs so you cannot run away!

.But nothing too permanent.

.He is a skilled master of winter, there is no way he will cause serious damage!

.That is if you do not try and run away.

.If you were to keep running away, well then you did not need those pesky legs.

.He would numb them so you do not feel the pain as he saw them off.

.That way you can stay where you are meant to be and you can always be His Winter Majesty!

.He would be very touchy-feely with you because he loves your warmth.

.You are just so soft and warm and he could not get enough of feeling it.

.He wonders what making love to you would feel like~

.You would be so soft and warm and to make love to you, it would be world-changing he is sure.

.He is the type of yandere that would adore you.

.Of course, do not forget he is in control, he is the one who has a say in where you go in his kingdom.

.He would control if any of his subjects see you.

.He will control everything, even if he makes it seem like you have control and free will you will not. You are his and he is always in control of what is his.

.When he does confess to you, it will be most likely with a big song and dance of him confessing his love to you.

.If you do accept his love you will be married to him and will be his co-ruler. His Majesty.

.If you do not accept his love?

.Well then you will simply be locked away and gaslit and manipulated into loving him.

.He is a narcissistic yandere and he will be a master of manipulation and gaslighting you.

.There is no bounds he will not do to have you.

.If you did have other people interested in you?

.They would face slow and painful deaths where they freeze to death, so slowly they will lose their minds.

.You are His Snow Angel, you will be His Majesty! You Do Not Have A Choice!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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cyyfics · 7 months

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Masterlist

-Adventure time/Fionna and cake-

Note: all characters I write for are adults or the adult versions of their character! Also u can request any universe version of a character (ex. Normal adult Finn or farmworld Finn) just make sure to specify which is which!!

Adult! Finn / Farmworld! Finn

Stay Here [Yandere! Farmworld! Finn x Reader]

Fionna

(Atm there is nothing for this character, send a request?)

Marshall Lee

(Atm there is nothing for this character, send a request?)

Gary Prince / Prince Gumball

(Atm there is nothing for this character, send a request?)

Simon/ Winter King/ Ice King

Simon dating hc’s (sfw and nsfw)

Guilty Desperation simon x reader (sfw and nsfw)

Giving Simon a bj (nsfw)

Simon / Winter King Girly S/O Hc’s (sfw)

Betty

Betty dating hc’s (sfw + nsfw)

Marceline / Evil! Marcy

Evil! Marcy x reader hc’s (sfw + nsfw)

PB / Bonnibel / Bald Bonnie / Candy Queen

(Atm there is nothing for this character, send a request?)

Ellis P

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Collection

1) The stoner series:

Meme lord Hc’s

(Just bc they aren’t listed here doesn’t mean I don’t write for them! I write for basically all the characters so just send me an ask in my ask box requesting ur character if they aren’t alr listed above ^^)

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lolahauri · 3 months

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Mainly writing for characters and/or themes i really want to read about, but have little to no content.

I do take requests. (Fic only. No RPF)

I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled or become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Antis, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Fluff, angst, smut, lewd, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver.) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All adult humans. Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All adults (except Rogelio). King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. American Dad: Francine. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Leatherface, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. Big Bang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Teen Titans (OG): Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Mean Girls: Cady, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Janis. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napoleon Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post #antis dni

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Something I've found myself noticing upon peaking (back) into the Adventure Time fandom is that while Fionna and Cake has always been a great idea since it first appeared in the show, I can't help but feel it led to the fandom kind of 'pigeonholing' genderbending into an 'all or nothing' thing.

Like it feels that genderbending in the AT fandom is always either in a 'Fionna and Cake' setting where EVERYONE is genderbent, or in a 'Finn and Jake' setting where NOBODY is genderbent. It feels like the genderbending is almost never selective for just one or a few characters.

And you know that just feels like a lot of untapped potential. Like where are the 'Fionna and Jake' AUs or the 'Ice Queen Simone Petrikov' AUs? Or just Finn x Flame Prince or Fionna x Huntress Wizard material?

As I said, it feels like the fandom really pigeonholed itself onto one specific form of genderbending on this one, and I feel like that's a shame.

(I mean if you want to talk about 'toxic, unhinged yuri', just IMAGINE Ice Queen/Magic Betty...)

#adventure time #adventure time rambling #fionna and cake #genderbending #fandom pigeonholing #finn mertens #fionna campbell #huntress wizard #flame prince #ice queen #simon petrikov #fionna x huntress wizard #finn x flame prince

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nkirukaj · 2 months

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I Want You, Simon- Chapter 19

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: Sexual Acts

Genre: Angst/Fluff and Smut

Word Count: 2.1K

When they arrived at Simon’s apartment, he was eerily silent, as if he was making some big decision in his head, so she helped herself to the space. Samira stands by the counter, chugging down a bottle of water, because for some reason, she was feeling quite thirsty. Out of nowhere she feels hands on her waist, spinning her around. She looks up to see Simon, staring at her with an expression that can only be read as seductive. He grabs her waist with intention and steps closer, pressing her between himself and the counter. The air got hotter as he spoke.

“You’ve been talking a lot of smack all night,”

She nods assuredly, her skin burning with desire for him as she continues to sip her water.

“You think you can get away with that?”

“I do. Because I know, that you won’t do a thing”

“Really.” He looks down at her over his glasses

“Really. You don’t know what you’re getting into Simon.” She smiles and looks away from him “What are you going to do?” She challenges him and raises the bottle to her lips once again

Without warning Simon intercepted her arm, taking the bottle from her and placing it on the counter. She does a double take between him and the counter.

“And to answer your question, what I’m going to do is exactly, what you asked me to,” he spoke simply

He gently cups her chin and plants a kiss on her lips. When he pulls back he says “Kiss you,” he pulls her back into a much deeper kiss. One that had her wrap her arms around his neck and throat and pull him by the bowtie. Many many moans were traded between their mouths before he pulled back again, “Touch you,” he breathed, his breath made her face warm itself up. Her red face turned him into a smirk, as he snaked his arms around her waist, then trailed down past her butt and landed on her thighs. Quickly lifting and planting her butt on the counter with a firm, but soft SPLAT, he looks up at her, keeping his hands on her lower back. She pulls him closer by his jacket and bites his earlobe. When he’s close enough to be touching the counter, she strips him of the jacket, tossing it onto the table. She takes her sweet time untying his bowtie, plays with it in her fingers, and then wraps her legs around his torso; as he grabs her thighs. Simon pulls himself in and hugs her waist, burying his face into her midsection. She holds him close and runs her hands through his hair. She kisses the top of his head and leans hers on his. There’s a beat of silence, before she asks.

“What else will you do?”

He holds her arm and kisses it all the way up to her shoulder.

“What you asked me to,” he responds

She grabs his face on both sides and tilts up his chin, going in for a deep kiss. She abruptly ends it and speaks, looking intently into his eyes.

“Say it,”

He gulps a bit before biting his lip. He looks away instinctively before Samira turns it back to her. “Say it,” she spoke again assertively.

“Fuck you,” he says with the warmth spreading all over his body.

“Do you want me?” She asked, her heart beating fast and her hands holding his face.

“I need you,” he breathed back, clutching her body close and nuzzling into her neck “Do you want me?” He spoke into her throat, but his warm, minty, breath touched her everywhere.

“I want you, Simon” she said, just barely holding back a moan as he sucked on her neck.

His fingers cautiously dance up her back before reaching her zipper and pulling it down halfway.

“Stop.” Samira says and his freezes immediately

His voice is frantic “What? Did I do something wrong?” She grabs his face with one hand

“No. You’re doing everything right” She smirks “But you go first.” She leans back onto the counter

“To..take take off…?”

Samira nods and bites her lip, smirking “Unless you want me to take it off for you?”

He stares blankly with a beet red face.

“Do…as you must.”

She gestures for him to come towards her with a giddy grin plastered on her face. She looks into his eyes and slowly pulls apart each button. Toward the end of the shirt, she got more frustrated, treating each button as an obstacle, between her and his skin. Simon’s heat increased with every undone button, as all he could do was stare at her as she worked, unable to do anything. Not powerless, but submissive. Each breath on his skin put a tingling in him all the way down to his fingers.

Once his shirt was open, she reached inside it and full on touched his bare skin, hugging her face to his body.

“Can I kiss you?” She looked back up at him with doe eyes.

“Yes, of course,” he answered, expecting a kiss on the lips, but instead she pressed her soft lips onto his chest, making him shudder in all the right ways. She places many kisses all over his bare skin, until his fingers could not be ignored. He reaches to her zipper yet again, with his mouth next to her ear.

“Is this okay?” He whispers

She nods and breaths shakily into his neck.

“I need you to say it,”

She presses herself into him, wrapping her legs tighter around his crotch. “Yes Daddy, do it.”

He pulls down her zipper and soon the only thing keeping her dress up was the pressure between her body and his. He lifts her up and carries her over to the couch, with her legs tightly binding them together. He places her on the couch gently, and she holds up her dress to say “Take off the rest, I wanna see all of you,”

Simon looks a bit embarrassed and slowly reaches for his pants.

“I can make you more comfy. Look,” she stands and lets her dress fall.

She had on a nude bra and underwear, giving a taste of what it would look like when she took them off. Her body was magical. At that moment all he thought of was Samira. No questions, tasks, worries, regrets or anything of the sort. Only dreams and fantasies, and they were all her. Every centimeter of his body longed for her. He wasn’t sure how long he was staring, but probably for a while, because when his brain returned to his body, Samira’s arms were wrapped around her mid-section, in a bit of a self-conscious way.

“What?” Her eyes pleaded for affirmation that this was a good idea for her to do.

“You’re so beautiful,” He spoke in hushed admiration and reverence. She smiles widely and rushes him with a kiss. He removes his shirt and pants finally and leads her back over to the couch, swiping everything on the floor. Their kiss remains unbroken as he caresses and pinches; anything he could possibly do to her flesh. While she was sucking, kissing, and biting him everywhere, but mostly on his neck.

She started pulling at his boxers, and they grew tighter.

“If I can see yours, I’ll let you see mine.” She speaks in a sing-song voice.

He peeled off his boxers with her guiding him, and out sprang his erect tool.

“Ahhh,” Samira let out, transfixed on it. She leans forward and plants a kiss on the head of it, and Simon can barely keep himself still. Samira smirks and reaches up and pulls off his glasses. He blinks rapidly due to his blurry vision, but he could see enough to see her, and she was all he wanted to see right now.

She reaches behind her and unclips her bra, letting it fall off her chest. Simon could do nothing but stare as she guided his hand once more down to her panties, and pulled them off gently.

They are both naked now, basking in each other’s heat, when Samira flips them over, Simon slightly hitting his head on the couch handle.

“Ah!” he gasped in pain. Samira laughs a bit and he joins in

“That’s what you get for being tall,” she says, smirking and them both laughing before she lowers herself onto his erection, the laughs turning into moans between the two of them.

Simon was instantly enamored and obsessed with the feeling of being inside her. Warm, wet, and soft. The moment he was inside her, he knew that this would be the first of many excursions like this. It would not be the last time he would be in this position. His hips thrusted upwards, while he held Samira’s waist in his hands. She threw her head back to moan, then very purposefully threw her head forward to make eye contact with him as he thrusted into her. This made him even hornier, but also a little self conscious, to the point he glanced away from her piercing gaze. She touches his chest and he looks back towards her.

“Look at me” She starts rocking on him, staring down at him. She was so gorgeous, and he suddenly felt inadequate under her perfection. He turned away instinctively.

Samira wraps his bowtie-which she had placed on the side of the couch- around his neck and pulls him up with it. Simon felt himself go deeper inside of her.

“Look at me,” she spoke asssertively. She wrapped her arms around him as she began bouncing. He blushed, staring at her, while she stared at him.

She adored this feeling of him inside of her. He filled her perfectly. The warmth, the deep pressure inside of her, like an invasion that she consented to. Like he was massaging her from the inside, gentle and soft. As he continued to thrust inside her, she held him tighter and gripped his hair. He was blushing so red. She stops her movement for a moment.

“Are you okay?”

“I…just don’t feel like I’m enough for you.”

She pulls on his bowtie once more “Oh you’re enough,” She feels him twitch inside her, and she quietly moans “You are so sexy to me,” she pulls him close to whisper in his ear “And you fill me up just right,” Simon shudders at her velvety voice “I want you deeper Simon.” She whispers again.

And he wanted to be deeper. So he obliged to her request, causing a loud moan to pass from her lips. “I want more. I need more of you.” He began thrusting in her again, this time at an even rhythm, letting loose a moan of his own. She pulls on a fistful of his hair, making him moan once more.

“You are so hot. I’ve never met anyone sexier than you,” She spoke into his neck before biting him.

She grabbed one of his hands and placed it down onto her sex bean. Rubbing it just felt like the right thing to do. Samira’s moans overtook the sound of the wet slapping noise of their actions.

“Uhh Simon! I’ve never felt like this with anyone else!”

He pulls back and tilts up her chin “Shh,” he spoke before kissing her deeply. Kissing her lips, thrusting inside her, touching her body, all while rubbing her bean, was enough to put them both over the edge, before finishing,

“Do you want me to pull ou-?” He started to ask, but she grabbed him and dug her nails into his back.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed and pulled him further into her, his eyes rolling back into his head; he could not contain himself for a second longer. He kept rubbing her bean, causing her to finish and the friction of her clenching and twitching made it so only a second later did he finish inside of her. With them both loudly moaning, they both collapsed on the couch. She continued to stroke his hair, as she laid on top of him, holding onto his neck.

“Thank you,” Simon spoke after a beat of quiet, dragging his finger up and down her back.

Samira sits up and looks at him with a crude smirk “It was my pleasure, Dr.” They both laugh and she climbs up to his face.

He raises his head to look at her “I really loved your song,” he speaks in a hushed voice. Samira smiles and bites her lip.

“Kiss me,” “My pleasure,” He cups her chin once more and plants a deep kiss on her soft lips. The kiss was emotional, full of passion, and a feeling of bliss, and even if it was only for a moment, in this one second, they both felt complete.

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