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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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circus x gn!reader

ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please, raise your hands for tonight's star act, mx.maddox and the wanderer's!

★Waking up in a thick black fog was not something you'd ever expect to happen to you. Looking around, Spotting a circus in the distance, was pretty much your only hope of finding a way out. What were they doing out here? Were they in the same boat as you? Regardless, you just hoped they're nice..

★kri was the first to meet you, having found you wandering around outside the circus tents, he quickly introduced himself and asked you where you came from. After explaining your predicament, he nodded in thought

"gee.. that sounds rough.. but don't worry, I'm sure Maddox will know what to do, come with me!"

★Maddox had been stuck in the circus for a long while, along with the other residents. Kri opened the flap into his tent and quickly explained the situation.

"I'm sorry for your predicament young one.. but im afraid we don't know any way out.. on the other hand, you are welcome to stay and be apart of the circus"

★having no other options you accepted, kri excitedly dragging you to the nursery, where all the children and young adults stayed. He introduced you to jiro, Kyo and wendy. Explaining how the four of them were the clowns

★jiro welcomed you with a kind smile, and nodded his head as greeting. You noticed how he didn't seem like much of a talker, preferring to watch and listen

"welcome y/n, I hope you enjoy your stay here"

★Kyo was obviously the most energetic of the bunch, happily blabbering about whatever and making horrible jokes. His friends only gave a small laugh and pat on the back

"it's great to see a new face, come to me if you need a picker upper okay?"

★and last but not least, Wendy. She stayed quiet, giving a shy smile and looking away whenever you'd make eye contact. She shook your hand and soon left, having seemed uncomfortable

"don't mind her... She just needs time getting used to everything, she'll come around"

★they assigned you a bed, and that's how your life at the circus started. Everyone was very welcoming, everyone but wendy. Often staring at you wearily and from a distance. 'Till one night, she came into your tent after everyone went to sleep

"shhh.. I'm sorry for bothering you this late butI need to talk to you.."

"..okay? What is it you need?"

"I'm sorry if I've been coming off as.. distant.. it's just.. you remind me of something that feels so familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.."

"oh..."

"..as you already know, everyone calls me wendy, so you can too I guess.. sorry, did that come off as cold? I'm not really used to Talking to new people.. a-anyways, if you need anything, or if you have any questions.. you can come to me"

"I'll.. keep that in mind, thank you Wendy"

★she gives you a smile and leaves soon after, quickly rushing away. The next few days, she slowly starts talking to you. Opening up bit by bit

"you know.. everyone calls us the dream team, but I really don't think we're suitable for that name. Even Maddox calls us a nightmare!"

"yeah, because you're the main factor to that assumption"

"Wendy.."

"...sorry"

★during your stay with them, you learned that Wendy showed up at the circus just a few days before you, no wonder she seemed so distant. Sometimes she'd say random words in Spanish, most likely cussing kyo out

★their roles in their act goes like this: jiro and kri are the sideshow, doing tricks and all sorts of things while Kyo and wendy were the mains. Acting out many silly stories and using slapstick humor most of the time.

★the first time you saw them in their costumes you nearly had a heartattack. Imagine seeing four scary looking clowns just staring at you ominously from the darkness

★they perform for these shadow people that would come to the circus, nobody knows what they are or why they show up, but there were rumours that once, long ago, the previous circus inhabitants refused to perform for them and.. well.. they had to be "replaced"

★during one of the dream teams acts, you wandered off. Exploring the back tents and dressing rooms when you came across multiple people you recognized, from when they all welcomed you into their little family

★a ballerina named Odette, who was next in line for the show. She seemed sweet as she waved at you from her dressing room, waving back you quickly left

"oh! Hello y/n, do you need something?"

★samson the beast tamer, a peculiar cocky man. He bowed as he dragged a lion by a chain collar behind him. You sincerely hoped they didn't mistreat the animals like other circuses, but judging by the lions calm and obedient attitude, maybe it was domesticated?

"good day sweets"

★will the stuntsman. He gave you a devilish grin as he passed by you, carrying some metal pipe. Giving a wave and smile in return

"see ya later toots!"

★maybe living in the circus won't be so bad..?

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lovelybrooke · 2 months

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Platonic yandere good omens with a darling who loves to read and is teased for it by others, maybe she’s a customer at the bookshop

I've changed this a little bit so I hope you still like it. Based on these headcanons. You don't have to read the to understand this though. Also I think that I overestimated how big the bookshop is, but just use your imagination, it'll be okay.

tw: Bullying (nothing too serious but just making sure)

Masterlist

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Working at Mr. Fell's bookshop was great.

Granted, the store was very slow, no one barely ever showed up, and when they did you were strictly prohibited from selling books. So, you spent most of your time cleaning up and organizing books, which meant that most days were pretty relaxing.

Except for today.

"Hey kid, you're late." You barely spare a glance at Crowley, who's leaning lazily on one of the many comfy chairs in the shop. Huffing, you rush over to Mr. Fell's desk, placing your bag down next to it.

"You're not my boss, Mr. Crowley." You remind him with a blank tone. It doesn't seem to bother him, not like you can tell, with his glasses basically glued to his face and everything. Even so, you can feel his eyes on you, following you as you walk through the store. "Where is he anyway?" You ask, not seeing your boss anywhere. Crowley shifts in his seat just a bit, perhaps looking around for said man, but you couldn't tell as you hurry to put your school supplies away, Mr. Fell nice enough to let you put your bag near his personal desk so that others wouldn't mess with it.

"I'm not sure--not here either way." Crowley responds when enter back into the front of the shop. You sigh, it's weird for one of them not to know where the other was, but it's fine, everything will be okay.

Working the shop while Mr. Fell wasn't around always made you nervous. He wasn't very strict about most things, but when it came to his books he was always very straight forward on not finalizing any purchases without his permission. It's hard to explain that to potential customers, and with school being--a lot lately, it's been difficult to pay attention and stay on track.

The chime of the bell above the door broke you out of your worries. You were really hoping Mr. Crowley had left, but instead he was still reclining on his chair, eyes focused on one of the many books in this establishment. Instead, it was a group of three students, giggling as they walked into the store. This was your worst nightmare, the giggling, the whispers, the clear teasing that they thought was the funniest thing in the world.

You scurry behind a bookshelf, hoping that they didn't see you, or hear you for that matter. You tried your best to be invisible, busing yourself with task after task as you try to avoid the group of bullies. "Oh my god, (Y/n)? I didn't know you worked here." But eventually, you were found out. The main girl, dressed with a coy smile, stares you down, she definitely knew you worked here.

"Yeah..." You mumble out, looking at her nervously. She snickers towards the two others behind her, before looking back at you.

"Why haven't you told us?" She laughs, calling you a teasing nickname in the process. "We could've gotten so many free books from here--y'know like a friend discount."

"I didn't know we were friends." You answered, backing away when her look turned cold. "And either way, I can't authorize purchases when my boss isn't here."

She crosses her arms, any look of false kindness gone. "Well come on--if he's not here then what's the harm of a few books going missing." She says it's no big deal. You laugh in disbelief at her arrogance.

"I'm not going to give you free books just because we happen to know each other." You stand your ground, moving to put the book back on the shelf. Right when you were about to, however, she reaches over, grabbing the book right out of your hand, yanking it away from you.

"Why are you being so annoying?!" She scoffs. "It's just a stupid book, ugh--this is why nobody likes you--you take everything so seriously!" Her and her friend laugh at your dumb founded face, giggling as you rub your arm lightly.

Your brow furrows in frustration as you try to move to grab the book, groaning as she passes it to one of the others behind her. "Look--give it back--If you want it so bad just wait 'till my boss is back!" You whisper yell. You didn't want Mr. Crowley to hear you, hoping you were far enough into the back of the store to be out of earshot.

The book finally lands back into the main girl's hands, tightly gripping it so there was no possibility that you could get it from her. "If you want it so bad--" She mocks your previous voice of distress "--then take it!" She pushes the book into your chest roughly, causing you to gasp and fall down. The three laugh loudly as tears burn in your eyes, but at least you got the book back, that's all that matters. You waited to get up until you were sure they were away from you, sighing as you wiped your face and placed the book back on the shelf.

You were embarrassed, you didn't want to go back to the front and face Mr. Crowley, not having the capability to deal with his teasing right now. Leaning back on the bookshelf, you sigh once again, closing your eyes as you attempt to steady your breathing. It was quiet, but you could hear shuffling from the other side of the store. They must still be here, and at this point, you wanted them to leave, before Mr. Fell got back.

"--and don't come back!" You heard the voice of Mr. Crowley, accompanied by the slamming of a door. Eyes wide, you didn't know what to say when he turned back to look at you, huffing and puffing clearly annoyed.

He motions towards the sitting area, wanting for you to sit down. "Ugh--the audacity of some--some--teenagers!" He dramatically sits back down onto his seat across from you. "No offense by the way." He adds on.

"None taken..." You respond, slightly confused. "...what did you do?"

"Told 'em off is what I did!" He groans, snarling slightly "can't just come in here and start demanding things!" He mumbled out a bit more, a "rude" and "annoying" quietly leaving his lips.

"Please don't tell Mr. Fell about this." You interrupt his grumbling, causing him to raise a brow. You didn't to lose your job, Mr. Fell was great, but you didn't know what would happen if he learned about today. You looked down at your hands, nervous, "I--"

"Don't tell Mr. Fell what?" You jumped at the sound of a new voice, looking up to see the infamous face of your boss, and your heart dropped. "Does this have anything to do with the students that just rushed out of here?"

"No!" You shoot up, awkward. "--I'm going to get back to get back to work." You rush away from the two men, back towards the back of the store.

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"(Y/n)" It was Mr. Fell, his voice soft as always. "Crowley told me what happened. I'm so sorry I wasn’t here."

You shake your head, trying to push your emotions down. "It's fine. It's not that big of a deal anyway." You say, rambling. "I'm sorry if any of the books were damaged, I'll pay for it if it was, but I'm pretty sure it was--"

"(Y/N)" He interrupts. "It's fine, please don't worry." He smiles, making you a little less nervous.

"I'll try." A small smile decorates your face. "So...I'm not going to lose my job."

He gasps. "Oh--of course not, sweetheart." He reassures you, lifting a weight from your shoulders. You felt like you could finally breathe again.

"Thank you."

He pats you on the back, "There's no need for that--but if that ever happens again please don't hide it from me."

You nod, getting through the rest of your work day without any problem.

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It was a slow day at school. You honestly forgot most of what happened back at work, but that was probably because you tried your best to forget it.

"(Y/n)--" You look up from the paper on your desk, coming face to face with said girl you tried so hard to forget. But this time, there was no coy smile, no posey behind her, no giggling. Instead, she was shaking, not being able to lock eyes with you. It was a stark contrast to the girl you saw yesterday.

"Um--I'm sorry..." She mumbled, barely loud enough to hear "...for what happened, yesterday." She stuttered, clearly afraid of something, but you didn't have enough time to respond as she rushed away.

That was strange, but you chose not to focus on it, shrugging your shoulders.

At least she won't be bothering you again.

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A/N: I had to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere good omens #yandere good omens #good omens x reader #platonic good omens #good omens

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rius-cave · 22 days

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I know quite a lot about prison life for someone who's never been to jail.

The best way to gain power in prison is, ironically, through making deals (like demons in hell). If you keep your word enough, you become known as someone reliable and trustworthy to those that used to have power outside (like mafia bosses).

So, in prison, the most powerful people are (a) The Store Man, (b) bookies, (c) anyone who has connections to the outside, or (d) scholars.

Luci could rise to power from being a scholar or an outside connection. Like someone who could help you get a lawyer to re-examine your case or help you study your own case (there is a surprising number of self-made lawyers who get their law education in prison).

MOST likely though, Luci could be a Store Man: someone who runs a small store in his cell and makes deals (like: for the price of three Ramen noodles, I could get you a pack of cigarettes, but you'll owe me four Ramen next time due to interest). They may seem harmless at first, but they know everyone's debts and will make the rest of your sentence hell if you don't pay up. Plus, they are untouchable because they've anchored themselves as a pillar of the community. They don't even have to hire bodyguards, because the whole prison knows that if anything happens to the Store Man, the small pleasures of the outside world (like candy or nerdy socks or even drugs) will be gone forever. And the amount of brains, business know-how, and client history they have are irreplaceable. Once you lose a Store Man, he's gone. I think he would be known throughout the prison as the guy that can get you a cool rubber duck. It's a little taste of home that you can't get anywhere else that just brings a little spark of joy in such a hopeless place, and all the inmates are absolutely feral for them.

I like the idea that Luci gains power in prison from just being a nice, helpful guy. (Apparently, nice guys do very, very well in prison, as long as they treat everyone with a certain level of kindness and respect. Kinda like what Charlie is trying to to accomplish with the Hotel.)

Holy shit. You have no idea how awesome this is, actually! I really wish I knew more about prisons now tbh LMAO but this actually helps a lot!

I definitely agree with your idea about this being the way that Lucifer gained power! So I think that, taking this into consideration, I think there's three main things that made people respect him and fear him

1: like you said, he is actually a pretty nice dude, he's kind and even tends to respect the most vulnerable in prison. I'd like to think that it's actually thanks to him that the rate of assaults in that prison are so somewhat low. He brings a certain order to the place, and is also in control of the whole "inside economy" so to speak.

2: He is rich, so he actually DOES have incredible power outside of prison. Charlie is able to visit him a lot because he has great lawyers. I'd imagine he is also able to hook up some people with lawyers and reduce their sentences a little bit.

3: he is actually REALLY strong, and maybe most of the inmates have never witnessed it with their own two eyes, and not a lot of people really know why everyone fears him, but there are rumors going around that Lucifer is there because he killed 10 people on his own, cold-blooded. This is of course, an exaggeration, he only killed 1 person and it was to protect his daughter, but it the rumor got out of his hands and he doesn't care to correct it. It is especially believable because of that one time Lucifer sent an inmate to the hospital for 6 months for having made a... Let's say, poor in taste comment about Charlie. Nobody saw that guy again.

Lastly, that one DEFINITELY sounds like Angel! We know Angel is hyper sexual, but he IS also part of a mafia family (which is why he's in prison) so he'd definitely have those kinds of tricks up his sleeve!

#this was so awesome thanks for letting me know about this!#hazbin hotel #lucifer #angel #ask #prison au

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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SPIDER-MAN PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2002 film

this is my gift, my curse.

i'm not like you. you're a murderer.

that's all i have to give.

a bit of a slob, isn't he?

now get outta here.

i chose my path, you chose the way of the hero.

i missed the part where that's my problem.

believe in me, as i believed in you.

i resent that.

hey, what the hell?

i'll give you two hundred bucks for all of 'em.

this is why only fools are heroes.

with great power comes great responsibility.

you don't trust anyone. that's your problem.

now he's gonna get away with my money!

has he mentioned me?

what the hell's the matter with you?

it's as if you've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it.

one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail.

in spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you.

hold it right here! you're under arrest!

i would never hurt you.

thank god for you.

go home dear. you look awful.

feeling better this morning?

think you're pretty funny, don't you?

i don't want to fight you.

just don't fall on your ass.

you know, you're taller than you look.

we are who we choose to be.

i want you to know that i will always be there for you.

hey freak show! you're going nowhere!

give me your hand.

if anything happened to me, it was you i could count on.

sorry i'm late. work was murder.

you know how much i sacrified?

not everyone is meant to make a difference.

for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.

you and i are not so different.

why bother?

i went through exactly the same thing at your age.

i tried to stop it, but i couldn't stop it!

here's the real truth.

i will always be there to take care of you. i promise you that.

we're exceptional.

i'll be here when you get back.

is somebody there?

why wasn't i told?

you can't do this to me.

i could squash you like a bug right now, but i'm offering you a choice.

you were awesome in all the school plays.

imagine what we could accomplish together, what we could create.

is that what you want?

don't play innocent with me.

you're gonna pick on a guy trying to save a bunch of kids?

i got something for your ass.

you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!

what's your name, kid?

i will always be your friend.

that's the best you've got?

you're amazing.

nice to have a fan.

follow the cold shiver running down your spine.

you sure you want to know?

the story of my life is not for the faint of heart.

this, like any story worth telling, is all about a girl.

that's me.

that's what you've chosen.

slander is spoken. in print, it's libel.

can i do anything for you?

you know who i am.

only a friend?

i wanna act... on stage.

make him suffer.

i offered you friendship, and you spat in my face.

we're gonna have a hell of a time.

you killed those people on the balcony!

i had nothing to do with it!

i beg you, protect me!

#rp meme #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay memes #roleplay inbox prompts #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #askbox meme #ask memes #rp asks #ask meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #sentence starter prompt #mcflymemes #spider-man #movie prompts

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 1 month

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Me: innocently reading the tags on your latest Chase/First art. You: #my brain was like heehoo what about some love spell/pollen trope?? Me: instantly loses my entire goddamn mind.

Seriously though, I recall you saying that you don't think post-soup Chase is capable of genuine selfless love. And tbh I agree, though it's worth pointing out that there are many ways to love, and having one of them removed doesn't mean Chase can't learn to love in others. But. BUT. Consider Chase somehow getting hit with a love spell/potion that gives him back the ability to love? Even if it's just one person (First) and he can't control those feelings? It might be overwhelming. It might be irresistible. It might be... nice.

Catch First trying desperately to undo this nonsense and Chase refusing because being able to love someone like this is pretty great, actually. And if First protests by arguing that these feelings aren't genuine, well, Chase is pretty sure he'd have fallen in love already if he were capable of it.

Jesus anon, this. this ask was making me lose my entire goddamned mind all these months!!!!😫😫

I totally agree with you about there being so many different ways to love someone, so the whole 'selfless love' is kinda a bit overrated in media. The reason why I said that I think Chase is incapable of "genuine selfless love" type is mostly because I think since he became immortal/changed, he sorta lost that softer human part of himself that truly felt positive and kinder emotions. Everything became tainted and just a little bit twisted by evil/darkness, even his affection.

So, like, the idea of a love potion/spell that perhaps returned or unlocked that part of his brain and maybe even amplified it, and him going 'Oh, I have forgotten what it felt like' and enjoying it despite it being sort of??? Artificial is just RAAAAGGAGAGAGAHHAHAGHHHHH

And First trying to undo it, not only because it makes Chase even more of a nuisance, but also because no-one deserves to be not in control of themselves is just very 🙏

But BUT I also can't help but imagine a scenario where Chase gets hit by a love spell and nothing seems to change. He still fights and flirts with First, he still smiles his secret charming smiles and needles and teases the Ninja. Outwardly his behaviour is the same but now Chase's emotions and feelings behind those actions are (questionably?) more genuine.

I don't remember if I extrapolated on this before, but I picture Chase's behaviour as more of a front. His seemingly carefree flirting and teasing is mostly to needle and annoy First, because he enjoys how it gets under First's skin better than anything else could. It also stems from actual attraction Chase feels towards First (though in his mind he will never admit to it being anything more than just physical attraction). Emotionally however, Chase always was more cold and calculating, a bit cruelly teasing.

So, I can't help but imagine that he gets hit by a love spell/potion and now all that front? Actually becomes geniuine. And like you said, Chase would be like: Oh. It seems that, if I was able of falling in love in any capacity - I have already done so.

#que?#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #ANON I LOVE YOU and i just want you to know that this ask in particular was fueling my insanity when I drafted a love spell/potion fic #its more of the og idea i had about First getting potioned. but i also hope to draft out a turnatables variation with Chase someday #when i get an idea of how to do it xD lol #but for now im trying to refine it so hopefully i might finish it next month-ish uwu

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born-to-lose · 1 year

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Drunk Christmas

Pairing: Slash x reader

Requested by @gloomy-blonde

Summary: You and Slash are invited to a Christmas party, but after a short while, he gets drunk. Way too drunk.

Tags: alcohol, Christmas, fluff

Words: 651

A/N: My favourite drunk trope is the sappy drunk trope in case you couldn't tell

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @smells-like-perfect-senses @whered0wego @rumoured-whispers @th0mas-jerome-newton @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @dumbass-of-darkness @cherry-jams

Tip me if you want!

You were invited to a Christmas party and of course, you took your boyfriend Slash with you. There were going to be some friends and acquaintances you hadn't seen in a while and you were very excited to finally introduce him to them all.

The party started off really well, many people recognized you and were happy to see you, everyone was asking about who the man you brought with you was - even people you originally didn't know yourself but they knew your friends, and you all got to catch up on each other's lives. The Christmas music playing in the background wasn't the same five songs that were overplayed at every shopping mall, the food was good, the decorations were pretty, there weren't any fights like at most family gatherings - perfect so far.

While you only had a few glasses of mulled wine over the course of the evening because that's what you do at Christmas parties, your boyfriend kept going to the bar more frequently - and he didn't stick with only wine, either.

This led to him being drunk after only a little over an hour. Way too drunk, actually. Not quite embarrassing, but also not the normal blood alcohol level you usually have at this kind of event. You were just thankful that tonight the horny drunk side of him didn't prevail, but rather the sappy drunk side.

You noticed him grinning at you for a while and you turned your head to look at him, slightly raising your eyebrow as you waited for what he wanted to say. "Mistletoe kiss?"

"We can't have a mistletoe kiss when there isn't a mistletoe."

"Imagine one. Gimme a kiss," he insisted, leaning closer to you and puckering his lips.

"Not now," you said, trying to continue the conversation one of your friends had started with you earlier.

He backed away, his eyes wide. "Oh God, you're taken!"

"I am," you said after a pause, realizing that he really was too drunk now.

Following your statement, Slash stayed silent, an empty look in his eyes. You took this opportunity to answer the question you had been asked a couple of minutes ago.

However, you didn't get very far because after a moment, he put his arm around you and started kissing your cheek and burying his face in your neck. You rolled your eyes, although you secretly found his behavior adorable.

As it got late, the other guests were getting more and more annoyed, even if they tried not to show it too much because they didn't want to offend you and about everyone here knew what it was like to be drunk and act stupid.

"I think Slash and I are gonna go home," you excused yourself, taking his hand and getting up from the sofa before you started saying your goodbyes to the people you knew. "It was so nice to see you all again, have a great rest of the night!"

Outside you walked around the street corner to find a quieter place. You had come by car, but you didn't want to drive after the couple of drinks you had. Besides, you couldn't have Slash bothering you in the passenger seat while you were trying to drive without causing an accident.

"Let's get you home, love," you sighed after you hung up and started waiting for the taxi.

He nodded and after a pause, he said quietly, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

You brushed some hair out of his face and cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Baby… you didn't embarrass me, it's okay. They've been drunk before too, I have lots of stories to tell about their clubbing days in college," you laughed, trying to cheer him up a little.

Slash smiled at that too, blinking before giving you a kiss on the lips. "I love you," he slurred, but you knew he meant it.

#mel writes #slash #slash x reader #slash imagine #slash fic #saul hudson #saul hudson x reader #saul hudson imagine #saul hudson fic #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fic

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lilibrownlabonita · 1 year

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Could you write something like Namors wife bonding with Attuma and Namora? Thank you <33

I hope you like it, I didn't know if the request was about adult content or not, but I decided to do it this way because I interpreted your request this way 💕

* = link +18

Imagine this beautiful woman being a pervert with you, your wife.

When you first met her, Namora was cold and distant, always focused on her work and taking care of Talokan.

Over the course of your relationship, you realized that she was totally different than you thought, Namora is actually hot, really hot.

After the first wedding night, as usual she woke up early, looked to the side and saw her naked wife.

An idea blossomed in her head, the best way to wake up your new wife is by showing her how much you love her, isn't it?

Removing the sheet covering you, Namora pressed kisses down her leg up to her crotch, slowly licked her pussy and watched you moan in your sleep.

"How long will you last until you wake up, pretty girl?"

* Just a few minutes later, you woke up sweaty and with a wet pussy, saw your wife, Namora, sucking on your pussy. Let's say the rest of the day, you two didn't get out of bed.

Imagine this great man being a pervert with you, his wife.

We all agree that Attuma is really very big. He really uses his size against you, you compared to him are just a doll.

Attuma is a good, honorable, loving, kind husband, whenever you have a problem he is there for you. Need to change a light bulb? Want to move furniture? He can move anything you want.

Do you want to be used as a sex toy?, He is the perfect husband for that.

Attuma has no pity for fucking you, he knows that you like to be used like that, nothing will stop him from fucking his wife until she's dumbed down until she can't think about anything but his cock anymore.

The day he sees you being too nice to another man, just because that man helped you carry some groceries, Attuma goes crazy.

"Do you think he can fuck you like that?"

"Don't ever ask him to help you again, you have a husband for that."

*With his strength he carried you with one arm and made you suck his cock deeply, while his fingers fucked your pussy.

*"When I cum, I will put you on the bed and fuck you until your brain forgets that man."

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catt-leya · 1 year

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Shades Of Christmas Blue (18+) || Rick Grimes

All I have to say is MERRY CHRISTMAS🎄

Summary: Rick's helping you to decorate the christmas tree....and more...

Trigger: spanking, dirty talk, choking (?),...

'Santa honey, one little thing I really need' booms from the old CD player you found in an abandoned school some time ago and you almost jumped around in circles with joy because the batteries in it still worked, only to find an old Christmas CD that now brings you even more joy than the do cookies that are in the oven and the decorations that you attach to the kitchen counter.

With hips swinging, you dance around the kitchen, not even noticing Rick, with whom you share the house, walk in the door and stop, rooted to the spot.

Snow hangs in his hair but he doesn't even think to shake the flakes out of it as he watches you dance around the kitchen in an oversized Christmas sweater and bare legs, hoping with every sway of your hips that your sweater will ride up far enough so he can see your pretty butt.

At least, he's always imagining how nice your bare butt would be. Not that he ever gets to see it.

No.

You're not that kind of friends, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about your butt.

The snow melts on his clothes from the warmth in the house, and he lets the water just pool on the floor as you sing along loudly to 'Been an awful good girl,' leaning forward to stick a red bow on the wood of the kitchen counter.

It makes Rick feel like a stalker, but he can't help staring at your bare thighs, wishing he could push them apart as you bend forward waiting for him.

The fact that his pants are getting tighter snaps him out of his rigidity and he clears his throat loud enough for you to hear him over the loud music as well.

At this small sound, you jump up startled and turn to your drenched roommate, "Oh, you're here already."

Actually, you thought you'd be done with the decorations and cookies before Rick would be back from his run with Daryl, but now he's standing in front of you, staring at you like you are thinking to kiss Walker would be a great idea.

You see Rick let his gaze roam the house and his eyes linger on the naked Christmas tree with boxes of decorations on the floor in front of it, "You...decorate?"

You're not sure what Rick would think of the idea of decorating the house and celebrating Christmas at least to a point, so you just didn't tell him, thinking to yourself, 'What's he going to do if everything is already up? Take everything down again?'

So you waited until he left this morning and put your plan into action.

Even the tree you have shipped with difficulty in your living room and set up.

So you take a breath and then smile broadly at him, "Yeah right. I have to admit I don't know exactly when Christmas would be, but it's crazy cold outside so I figured I might be close to the actual date."

Slowly he looks at you again, "You...want to celebrate Christmas?"

His eyebrows almost disappear under the hair that falls into his forehead and you cross your arms protectively in front of your chest, "Why not? You're not forced to join in, but I also hope you don't mind that I've brought a little Christmas spirit into the house here."

You're so much smaller than he is, and the way you stand there defiantly in front of him with your arms crossed just looks cute to him.

Never could he refuse you anything, especially when you look up at him with huge eyes and quietly ask, "Can I bribe you with cookies?"

He blinks several times before saying harshly, "You don't have to bribe me. You're allowed to do whatever you want with the house and if you want to celebrate Christmas, you're welcome to do that too. I would never mind if you enjoy it."

Surprised that he wouldn't mind at all, you don't know what to say and he lowers his gaze to your bare legs.

"Did you think I was going to make you clean it all up?" still looking at your legs, you feel his gaze on every patch of bare skin and you cross your legs so you don't feel quite so exposed.

This small movement draws Rick's gaze back to your face and you could swear he's blushing, although it could also be because he's come in from the bitter cold to the warmth.

Still unable to bring a word to your lips, you sigh in relief when you hear the soft 'pling' from the oven and turn your back on Rick to walk over to the oven.

As soon as you stop looking at him with your beautiful eyes, he finally gets enough oxygen back into his lungs and he takes a deep breath, "I'm going to take a quick shower. Then I'll help you with the tree."

Your hand is just resting on the handle of the oven when you first understand what he said and whirl around. With your mouth open, you stare at his back as he walks up the stairs to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Decorating a tree as a couple is a lot more fun, of course, but you never thought Rick was the type to do that.

You had a faint hope that he would tolerate the decorations, but that he would be so...helpful...you didn't see coming.

Because you have no idea how long Rick would be in the shower, you hurry to put the warm cookies in a bowl and clean up a bit in the kitchen.

Even in the shower, Rick can hear you moving plates and bowls and can't help but smile. Your good mood is contagious and he hurries to get back to you as quickly as possible.

In the process, he almost slips twice and bumps his elbow incredibly painfully on the door of the shower.

You're setting a small bowl of cookies on the coffee table when Rick comes down the stairs in sweatpants and a loose-fitting shirt, and you smile warmly at him, "Would you like a cookie?"

You look so incredibly beautiful in the candlelight that Rick briefly forgets how to walk properly and misses the last step of the stairs.

He stumbles and catches himself just in time before he would have landed face down on the wooden floor.

Actually, he's not that clumsy, but today you distract him especially and you don't even know it.

Concerned, you take a small step toward him, "Are you okay?"

He waves it off, knowing full well that his cheeks are burning.

Rick hates how awkward he keeps being around you, even though he hasn't been since he was in his teens, and he especially hates that he's incredibly shy about telling you he likes you.

Quietly, he clears his throat and you take a step to the side so he can walk past you to the fir tree and the cookies.

As he walks past you, you pass the vanillie shower gel you once found and for some time Rick has been using it too.

You share a lot of things around the house without really talking about it beforehand and it only makes your life together more harmonious.

Rick stops next to you and stuffs a cookie into his mouth.

Groaning, he rolls his eyes, "Fuck, you're really good at this."

You stare at his profile and your mind suddenly flits to whole new regions at his words, eliciting a soft whimper.

Startled, you slap a hand over your mouth and Rick looks at you from the side with a raised eyebrow, "What was that about?"

Unwillingly, your eyes are glued to his mouth, "Nothing...it wasn't..."

Sometimes you just look at him and you can't stop thinking about how beautiful he is and all he has done for your group.

You look from his lips, up his cheekbones to his eyes, which flicker in shades of blue in the candlelight, and murmur softly, "You're beautiful."

His eyebrows go up at your words, and when he sees you blush at the confession, he bites his lower lip. You're standing so close to each other that all he has to do is reach out and brush a strand from your face, making his heart race, "And you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

With shining eyes you look up at him and it would be very easy for him to lean forward and just put his lips on yours.

So easy to taste you on his tongue.

But he doesn't and instead takes a step back from you, "How would you like to decorate the tree?"

You shrug your shoulders and answer in a rough voice, "Let's just use the stuff I collected. It doesn't really matter what it looks like in the end, as long as we have fun decorating it. That's what matters in the end."

Slowly he nods and you begin to unpack the decorations and ornaments.

With Christmas music playing in the background, you decorate the tree together and you keep looking over at him.

He looks so relaxed as he puts up the little snowflakes and you can't stop smiling as you look at his gray beard, which looks almost completely white in the light.

Out of the corner of his eye he notices your gaze and hangs another snowflake, "Do I have something on my face?"

Grinning, you reach out and stroke his cheek, "Nah, I was just thinking that with a costume and a pillow for a belly, you could pass for Santa too."

In a low voice he laughs out, "If you think Santa is hot, then maybe it's a compliment."

Gently patting his cheek, you then reach for the decoration for the top as you laugh softly, "Santa is ultra hot."

With the last piece for the tree, you look up knowing full well you'll never reach the crown, so you look to Rick for help, "Rick?"

He looks from the ornament in your hand to the crown, then grumbles, "You want me to do it?"

You quickly shake your head and nudge him with your shoulder, "Nonsense. I want to do that. Can you lift me up?"

Rick spreads his arms, "Sure, but then don't complain if I lose my balance and we end up knocking the tree over."

Playfully you roll your eyes, "Yes Daddy."

And right now, his dick is hard.

He didn't know he'd think it was hot to be called that, but the way your mouth formed the words and that defiant look from you makes fantasies run before his eyes that he should be ashamed of.

You take a step toward him and he grabs your hip to turn you in his arms and lift you up, scrupulously making sure your ass is as far away from his hardening cock as possible.

As soon as his hands touch your hips, you're already regretting asking him to do it.

You feel the heat radiating from him and you take a small step closer to him, but he digs his fingers harder into your hips and murmurs, "Don't."

Your heart beats fast in your chest and you lower your eyes to the decoration in your hands, "Okay. Lift me up."

You would love to snuggle up to him and feel his chest against your back, but you allow him to just lift you a bit and you place the top on the tree.

Gently, he sets you back down on your feet and you turn to him, smiling: "Thank you."

Because you didn't back away, you're standing just a few inches in front of him, and you have to crane your head back to look him in the face.

Rick, too, is frozen in place, looking down at you.

The lights from the tree wrap you in a kind of halo and the gratitude in your eyes melts his heart.

When you lift your small hand and place it on his cheek, his breath catches.

His beard scrapes across your palm and you think of how it might feel between your legs.

How he could push your legs apart with his beautiful shoulders and you would get nothing but his name past your lips.

How his blue eyes would glisten with excitement and he would sink into you.

Your cheeks begin to glow with arousal and you ask in a raspy voice, "What do you want for Christmas, Rick?"

Your hand slides over his neck and then to his shoulder, where it comes to rest and he realizes how he is already harder than he has ever been in his life just from this innocent touch of yours.

As if through a veil he perceives your question and he brings "I want nothing" over his lips.

He hardly recognizes his own voice and almost groans out loud when you overcome the few centimeters that separate you and he can feel your soft breasts on his body with every breath.

Again you look at him with huge eyes and whisper softly, "And if you could have it all? What would you want?"

For a brief moment he just looks at you and you think you've already gone too far, when he whispers softly, "If I could have anything I want, I want...you."

You can't even tell how you got from the point where you were nervous that he would come home and hate Christmas to the point where you stand on your tiptoes and softly breathe, "Then take me."

For a brief moment Rick hesitates, thinking he's going to hallucinate, but when you press your lips to his, he's sure it's not just another dream.

No, you are flesh and blood in front of him and put your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you.

The tension from his body releases and he moans softly into the kiss.

Countless times he has dreamed of kissing you and letting his hands wander to your ass.

Shit this ass.

Still, he doesn't dare pull your dress up to feel your skin under his hands.

He forces himself to keep the kiss as innocent as possible and give you the opportunity to go as far as you want without feeling pressured by him because he wants you right away.

With everything you've got.

I don't know if you expected him to push you off of him, but you gasp in surprise as he holds you tighter and you can feel his hard cock against your belly, even though the kiss seems so soft and innocent.

Your heart starts beating faster and faster and you desperately want to go further than just this one kiss, but you're not sure how to go about it, especially since it's been years since you slept with a man and that was just once and it certainly wasn't good.

So you just decide to go the direct route and mumble into the kiss, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

Growling, Rick presses his cock harder against your body and growls against your lips, "Shit, yeah. May I?"

A shudder of relief runs through your body and you let your hands slide over his torso, "Yes please."

You look him in the eye, "Does it bother you that I have very little experience? I don't really know what to do."

Surprised, he blinks several times before asking in a raspy voice, "No, it doesn't bother me at all, but what do you mean by little experience? Are you still a virgin?"

Quickly you shake your head, "No, no. I've had sex. Once. It wasn't great either and it may have been because of me that it was so bad. I just don't want to disappoint you."

And again, he just stares at you and takes a few seconds to respond, "Wait a minute. Who the fuck told you that shit? If the sex was bad for you, it's because the idiot didn't know what he was doing. You..." He clears his throat, "You could never disappoint me, believe me. Not during sex or any other time. I can promise you that."

Slowly he leans forward and you whimper softly as his lips touch your earlobe, "And you know what else I can promise you?"

He slides his fingers under the hem of your dress and touches your bare skin just below your bottom, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

He is hooked by how strongly you respond to his touch and words, that he doesn't think a second longer and gets on his knees in front of you.

With huge eyes you follow his movement and he can see you squeezing your legs together.

Still carrying the glow of the tree behind you, as he pushes your dress a little higher, your eyes begin to sparkle.

Smiling, Rick tilts his head and asks in a raspy voice, "Do you like seeing me on my knees in front of you?"

And he is right.

And how he is right.

Seeing him kneeling in front of you sends you into a kind of frenzy and you follow your instincts and reach out for his beautiful curls.

Still smiling at you as he pushes your dress up so he can see your pink panties.

A hint of nothing separating him from his greatest dreams and he tries not to be too distracted by your fingers in his hair and the wet stain on your panties.

Your hands follow his head as he lowers his lips to your thigh and spreads wet kisses on it.

You can't suppress the way your legs begin to tremble as he traces the edge of your panties with his tongue and you can feel his heavy breath on the damp trail.

He grips your thighs as he notices you threatening to stagger backward a step and asks hoarsely with arousal, "Can you stay still, honey? Are you okay?"

You stare at him and murmur softly, "I'm trying...Rick?"

He kisses your other thigh, "Hmmm?"

Gently he pulls your panties off and you gasp softly, "I dreamed about this once."

With his hands he pushes your legs further apart, "About what exactly, honey?"

Cool air hits your wet pussy, "The way you'd kneel in front of me...the way your curls would feel between my fingers...how-" You take a jerky breath as he presses his mouth, without warning, to your pussy and whispers harshly, "Keep talking...come on."

Hesitantly, you continue as he plays with you, "I kept calling your name...I...Rick...I wanted to feel you inside me..."

He slides his shoulders between your knees and he licks once from bottom to top: "Do you want my cock inside you now too?"

Moaning, you nod and he repeats the same with his tongue, "Would you let me stretch you, honey? I bet you're tight and will feel wonderful around my cock."

Who would have thought words would be enough to render you will-less in his hands and you cry softly, "Yes, Rick, yes."

It kills you how slow and steady his movements are and then when he murmurs again, "Will you be a good girl and spread your legs for me to fuck you after?"

He sees you roll your eyes and push your hips down further so you can feel him where you need it most right now.

Groaning louder and louder you say 'yes' as he gently takes your clit between his lips and starts sucking on it lightly.

You are so incredibly sensitive that it surprises him himself how quickly you start tugging at his hair and pressing his face convulsively between your legs.

He doesn't even get to the point where he wants to push his tongue into your wet tightness, your legs cramp up and you slump down trembling.

Unexpected as it may have been for him, he catches you anyway and you lean on his shoulders as he pulls you down further so that you are kneeling opposite him.

It takes a bit before you begin to see shank again and immediately your eyes fall on Rick's swollen lips.

Both his lips and his beard are glistening wetly and you notice your pussy contracting again at the sight around nothing.

You've always found him attractive, but with your own cum on his face and those beautiful blue glowing eyes, you'd be groveling in the dirt before him.

He gives you a brief moment to catch your breath, and he's already grabbing your shoulders and turning you so that you're facing the Christmas tree and he can only see your back, "What...what are you doing?"

Gently he pushes you forward and you brace yourself on your hands as he asks softly, "Do you trust me?"

Over your shoulder, you look back at him, "Yes, Rick."

Smiling, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and murmurs, "Then let me go ahead."

Slowly, you nod at him and lower your head to look down at your hands. Trusting him implicitly, you wince only briefly as he grabs your sweater and pulls it down your back and then over your head, causing the fabric to gather between your arms.

As you just surrender to him and he can touch you however he wants, pure adrenaline shoots through his body and he lowers his gaze to your glistening pussy.

You're so ready for him that he just leans over, takes one of your breasts in his hand and murmurs in your ear, "Shall I?" Moaning, you thrust your ass at him and yelp, "Please."

Your whole body is under tension and you lift your head to see the reflection in a Christmas bauble.

It's slightly distorted, but you see Rick pull down his pants and gently grab your hip before positioning himself so you can feel him at your entrance.

It's just the tip and he's not even really inside you, but your insides are already contracting as if your pussy is trying to cling to him.

You've never felt anything like this before and you whimper nubilely, "Don't make me wait."

Hearing your voice so begging and submissive makes him tremble and he pushes into you a bit.

As he expected, you're incredibly tight and although he likes it way too much, he doesn't want to hurt you either and asks in a clenched voice, "Is that okay?"

You hold your breath at the stretching he's causing you, but nod and breathe softly, "It's okay. Keep going, please."

He pushes into you inch by inch, and you squint your eyes.

Not because it's uncomfortable.

No, it's just unusual for you to be filled like this, and from the way he clings to you with his hands, he seems to like it.

With a short push he sinks completely into you and you moan at the same time.

He tries to calm down a bit, but you tighten around him and he hisses more out of reflex than he really means it: "Shit, I can't keep this up for long, don't you dare do that again or I'll slap your ass."

Uncontrollably you tense up around him again as he says this and he barely thinks about it as he lunges and slaps your bare bottom.

Never would you have expected to enjoy being spanked so much by a man while his hard cock is deep inside you, but you groan out and your arms give out so you have to prop yourself up on your elbows and Rick pulls out of you slightly only to thrust into you again.

Shaking, you moan out again and every time your pussy starts pulsing around him, he slaps you, which only makes you hornier and you cry, "Harder."

In his eyes you were always a sensitive and gentle person, so he never expected you to beg him to hit you harder.

At that, he has to admit that with every slap on your butt, his cock goes through you with a jolt that throws you forward a bit and you start twitching around him so hard, he has to keep looking at the red spot on your butt.

Gasping, he grabs you by your throat and pulls you back against his chest, "You like being touched hard, huh?"

Up until this point, you didn't even know it yourself, but it would at least partially explain why your first time had been so lousy and you whimperingly agree with Rick.

He puts his lips to the side of your neck and the angle he's taking you at now is just what you need to whine, "I can't take much more."

His hand slides from your throat to your breast and he pinches your nipple as he growls, "Hold back."

He's sure you'd just fall over if he let go of your pretty tits, and he likes it much better this way.

On his cock, he can feel your wetness running down on him, and the way you try to cling to him is just what he needs to make his cock twitch inside you and tell you, "Now. Make me proud."

It's almost ridiculous how you start pulsing around him without hesitation, turning your head to the side to muffle your moans with his kiss.

The rhythmic movements of your pussy also make him cume with a hoarse moan in your tightness, and he shoves his tongue into your mouth for good measure.

You are a whimpering mess and as Rick pulls you to the side with him, you are grateful that you can finally lie down.

Your legs wouldn't be able to carry you anymore and now you can lie snuggled up to Rick in front of the Christmas tree and can't think of anything but being near him.

Gently his hands stroke your naked body and he asks you in a hushed voice, "Was I too rough?"

Sluggishly you shake your head, "No...I didn't know it could be that good."

Your shy reply plasters a grin on his face and he murmurs into your soft hair, "Hmmm, I have so much more to show you, honey."

Giggling, you hug him tighter and he draws little circles on your belly, "Merry Christmas."

Without hesitation, you lift your head and kiss him with the light of the Christmas tree, "Merry Christmas to you too, Rick."

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ask-bolin · 2 years

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Imagine another of Korra's cousin. They're not like Desna or Eska. But a pacifist! (Katara but shy)

Basically they have an air nomad personality while being a water bending prodigy.

Just imagine Bolin being wary bc of his past experience with Eska but then reader is like a total sweetheart ajdbwjcj I can ramble about this forver bc I have an OC that's that lmao I love Bolin too much :cry:

Author: The pain, I love it!

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Imagine, as Korra's cousin, attending a Water Tribe festival, and meeting up with Korra. It was great to see her because you weren't able to go to the last one. Also, Korra said she was bringing someone she wanted you to meet.

You waited at the dock as the boat from Republic City began unloading the passengers. "Korra!" you called to her when you found her.

"Y/n!" Korra ran down to greet you. After catching up, Korra told you, "I can't wait for you to meet my friend, Bolin. He's a silly guy with a heart of gold. Actually, where is he?" Korra looked around.

Then you saw Bolin, trying to carry as many suitcases as he could. He finally caught up, "See, Korra? I told you I wouldn't fall!" Bolin set down the suitcases, saw you and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Bolin."

You shook his hand and introduced yourself.

"Y/n is my cousin," Korra told Bolin.

"Eep!" Bolin froze, you noticed it semeed to be a response to the word, 'cousin'.

Korra wasn't sure what was up with Bolin, but after greeting you, she said she would help Bolin get settled in, then catch up with you after. You agreed that it was a good idea, the cold can be quite a shock to people, but he seemed nice enough that you hoped he would be able to join you soon so you could get to know him.

When Korra caught up to you, she had some more info as to why Bolin was acting this way. Once you heard about Bolin and cousin Eska, it impressed you that Bolin was alive at all. Cousin Eska wasn't that bad, but that was a little joke between you and Korra.

Korra told you more about Bolin, his adventures around the world, how nice he was to everyone, and how positive Bolin stayed in almost every situation. The more you heard about him, the more you were excited to meet him, and hopefully ease any concerns about meeting another cousin of Korra's. Korra had compared your personality to air nomads before, you weren't sure if she meant it in a teasing manner or as a compliment, but it felt like it would help Bolin to not be nervous.

Korra let you know that Bolin agreed to meet you both at the festival tonight, despite his worries.

That night, you and Korra walked to the festival, and saw Bolin sitting at a table withe his fire ferret that Korra told you about, Pabu. Korra spoke in a way to help ease any tension between you and Bolin. Bolin opened up more, and you were less nervous. Until, the inevitable happened, someone came with a message for Korra letting her know that her father needed her help with something. Korra knew how awkward it was going to be for you and Bolin, so she apologized to you, ouside of earshot of Bolin, and she said she would hurry back as soon as she could.

There was an awkward silence. Bolin was playing with Pabu, but he worked to make sure he wasn't ignoring you. You had only started to learn about Bolin, so you didn't know what was a good conversation to start.

Thankfully, Pabu was showing interest in you and was starting to like you.

"Well if he likes you, I like you," Bolin joked nervously.

Hearing that both relieved some tension and also made you a little extra nervous because you had no idea what to say back, so you just smiled back at Bolin. Pabu accepted your scratches, and crawled into your lap.

Bolin apologized but you let him know it was okay.

"Wow, you must be a pretty wonderful person if Pabu likes you that much that fast!" You knew Bolin was realizing his expectations about you were not accurate.

You wanted to help confirm that, and using your water bending felt like the best way to do that. You gathered some snow beside you and formed it into a ball and other shapes that excited Pabu and helped him show his playful side.

Bolin was impressed with your water bending and asked more about how you honed your skills. You shared how you wanted to help people, even if it was children or little animals suffering from boredom.

Throughout the night, Bolin hadn't noticed, but he sat closer and closer to you as he felt more comfortable with you.

Korra finally showed up and apologized for being gone for hours. Time flew by so fast that you and Bolin didn't even notice that Korra had been gone that long.

Korra pulled you aside, "Is everything okay? You guys haven't even moved from this spot."

"It's going great! Bolin and I are actually meeting up tomorrow."

Korra was so happy for you, and excused herself for the night since everything was going so well. It was finally late enough that Bolin offered to walk you home.

At your doorstep, Bolin let you know how great of a night he had and how happy he was to meet you, then paused for a couple minutes, "May, uh, may I kiss you good night?"

It made your heart jump, and you said yes. It was a simple peck, but your smiles showed how happy the kiss made you.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow, good night," Bolin said.

You hurried to bed to get plenty of rest, tomorrow was going to be a great day.

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i-love-you-all · 7 months

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For the valorant hc game could you do sova please?

Of course! Sova, my love <333

Also realizing how long these posts get so I've put the keep reading line in.

5 things they usually see:

A practice target (often those poor bots). His greatest fear is failure - a missed shot. It could determine the fate of his teammates or the world, so it cannot happen (again). As a result, he spends ungodly amounts of time training and working out. No mistake will be repeated on his watch.

Wildlife! It's already established that he enjoys photographing nature, so I imagine that he see trees, flowers and animals quite often.

Chess boards and pieces. He's a pretty avid chess players (same with Cypher so I imagine those two compete as often as Sova can stand the information broker).

Guns and other weapons. I HC him as being military/special ops then onto whatever the Brotherhood is. And before then I HC his family to be a military family so he's grown up seeing guns, learning how to use them... and using them himself.

Various shades of blue. I think it's a top 3 favourite colour of his (looking at the clothes he wears outside his armour). But I like to think that he got his walls painted blue at the protocol. And that he got some say in what he would wear out on his missions and whatnot. (because if we're being honest, if he does work up north in snow and stuff as shown in his card, he should be wearing arctic camo).

4 things they usually feel:

The cold. He grew up in a cold place and like his voiceline on icebox, he enjoys the cold as well. For the most part, he doesn't mind it, but when he's out for a long time, he does enjoy the warmth of a fire, or just a heated room.

The calluses on his hands and the weight of his bow. He's been trained since young with the bow and arrow, so his skin is not soft, and it's not perfect. However, it is who he is, so when he makes a fist or absentmindedly rubs his hands together, he feels them quite often. It's a permanent reminder of who he is.

His wet hair as he leaves the shower + all the cleaning and brushing he does for it. I think that he takes special care of his hair because it's like the one part of him that "stayed the same" throughout his life, or that it's the only thing that can't be scarred. He must have so many scars around his body (though I sometimes write him to have none bc he's that OP :p) and then he lost his eye, so the fact that his hair can still stay nice and soft must be something to treasure :))

The sore feeling you get after a workout. Whether he was injured on a mission or just after a hard day, he can feel that stiffness. Maybe there are days he wishes he was a radiant. Maybe then, all the physical strains he takes on wouldn't hurt as much. He knows the soreness will only get worse, no matter how great he is at keeping in shape. And that's when his admiration for Brimstone gets stronger because that man has been working through this for decades longer than he has.

3 things they usually hear:

His electro music. I'd like to think that maybe, the reason why he likes that genre more (from what you can hear on the playlist for him) is because the drums are softer/rounder. A loud hit on a snare might make him tense up a little too much because it can sound like a gunshot.

His breathing, and his efforts to control it. Snipers have to work to control how they breathe, so as he settles down into a sniper's position, he needs to be extra aware of his breath. Also, in worse times, he needs to calm himself down when he has a nightmare intense enough to make him jolt upright in the middle of the night. Thoughts of losing his eye again, or a mission that was failed because of his action - or lack of action, sometimes plague him, and he hates how he loses control for those few moments.

A cold wind/nature. I've already talked about him being out in the world and enjoying cold weather, but he likes to be closely attuned with all the possible and plausible sounds of nature. Not only is it a good way to calm himself down, but it's also great training. When he's alone out on a mission, he needs to know what are normal sounds and what could be an enemy trying to sneak up on him.

2 things they usually smell:

Nice, warm, tea in the morning. He would never admit it, and Cypher has no proof, but it is him that sometimes takes Cypher's teas. Especially when he doesn't have any of his own available at that moment.

Metal/nothing. Not metallic as in blood, but as in the general iron smell of a gun or his bow. It's clean and isn't really reflective of the scents in his everyday surroundings, which is what I mean by nothing. He can smell food, gas, or whiffs of perfume as he travels around cities. He can smell flowers, trees, and nature when he's outdoors. He can't smell anything in that armoury as he prepares to leave on a mission.

1 thing they usually taste:

Blood. I know it's kind of a cop out for any agent, but I think Sova more than most (maybe not deadlock or brimstone) just due to his history in this line of work. He has lived through war, assassinations, and straight fist and knife fights. He has hit others, and inadvertently tasted a bit of blood splatter, or he has been hard enough to taste some of his own blood in his mouth. I think he might be a medium steak kinda guy if he does go out because he doesn't want to be reminded of anything while enjoying a meal. Though, there are times where he's in that sort of mood and will order something medium rare and let himself taste just that little bit of blood.

#yay my fave :))#valorant #sova #valorant sova #hc game #requested #answered asks

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Kind of want to toss more snippets of things that probably won't become long extended fics up onto tumblr. So: Eddie/Chrissy, with deeply bisexual ADHD disaster child Eddie, because we deserve it. (Also background hints of Steve/Nancy, but rest assured Eddie is 100% projecting and highly incorrect about that dynamic.)

Chrissy lives, through sheer dumb luck -- a tape shoved into a player out of some vague idea in the back of Eddie's mind that he could be smooth, could maybe help a pretty girl who for some godforsaken reason seemed to like him have a good time -- and it's great, it's incredible, it's more luck than any of them should've ever dared hope for--

And Eddie is thrilled, obviously. Terrified out of his mind, pretty sure he should be running for the hills, but. Chrissy Cunningham is alive, and for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, she seems to like him.

It's just...jesus christ, what is he supposed to do with that?

It's not that Eddie doesn't like girls. Girls are pretty, and smell good, and have curves in places he's maybe imagined putting his hands a time or two (thousand), and have generally starred in at least thirty to forty percent of his favorite jerk-off fantasies for the past several years. But the general class of females of approximately his own age in Hawkins, Indiana have heretofore been somewhat disinclined to follow up on Eddie's occasional flirtations, and somehow he doesn't think the other skill set is going to be much help here.

It's just...look. Eddie knows, he knows goddamn well that for ninety-nine point nine percent of guys like him, whose eyes skate over the slope of a gentleman's broad shoulders as readily as the swell of a lady's hips, that the easy road would mean playing straight for sixty-some-odd years, marrying a nice girl who doesn't ask too many questions, and maybe getting the occasional blowjob in a truck stop bathroom from a pretty boy you pretend you don't want half as much as you actually do. Of course he knows that. He's given those blowjobs, a lot more often than he's ever had a nice girl like Chrissy Cunningham look at him twice. Because that's the thing, isn't it, once again the Munson luck striking right at the heart of things. Once again, Eddie isn't like every other guy in Hawkins or Indiana or, fuck, the whole damn world probably. Can't just do things the normal way. Has to do everything opposite, and look where that's gotten him lately.

Truck-stop bathrooms are easy. The grit of them, the feel of cold tile through thin denim, the taste of latex and the smell of musk and sweat and come, a thick-fingered hand in his hair and the press of tight muscle under his fingertips, the rush of knowing that even on his knees, he's the one with the power here -- it's good. It's so good, the back rooms of that bar in Indy where one flash of his fake ID gets him an all-access pass to all the sex a boy could want, no strings attached. Slipping into that space is almost as easy, as natural, as slipping into the DM's seat at Hellfire. He doesn't even have to change his look, just makes sure the bandana is tucked into the correct pocket and they come to him, ready to let Eddie take the reins and drag them into something just painful enough to be really satisfying when they make it through to the end.

That's the thing about being a freak. That's the thing, that's always the thing, the backwards mixed-up thing in Eddie's brain that had him reading Tolkien before he turned nine but can't get through one Charles Dickens novel without wanting to scrape himself out of his own skin. He can calculate probabilities and percentage tables for a D&D game in his sleep but can't sit still through a single math class. It took less than a week to get note-perfect on the entire Master of Puppets guitar solo and six years might not be enough to graduate high school.

So yeah, Eddie knows how to be a freak and a faggot, can take a grown man to pieces with his hands and his voice and his dick if he just clicks into that zone where he has all the power to shape the world the way he wants it. That doesn't mean he has any goddamn idea what to do when Chrissy Cunningham smiles at him like that and he trips over his own feet.

He should be looking at Harrington. Steve goddamn Harrington is striding around like that, absolutely shirtless, streaked in dirt and his own blood like some goddamn primal warrior come to life. That would be safe. Safer. Something. Pretty boy in just the right amount of pain, Eddie should be enjoying the eye candy, but he can't because: 1) they're literally in hell and monsters could come after them at any time, 2) Nancy Wheeler apparently has a bedroom full of actual guns and is still in love with her ex-boyfriend, so Eddie's pretty sure he'd better keep his eyes to himself if he wants to keep them at all, and 3) far more importantly than all of that, Chrissy is scared enough to be holding his hand and he's terrified that his palms might be sweating. She's so pretty. He wants her to actually like him so, so badly. This is an absolute nightmare.

"You doing okay?" he asks Chrissy quietly, letting her lean on his arm to help her over some rough terrain when they have to take a detour around a knot of vines. She clutches at his sleeve and smiles timidly, putting on a brave face that makes Eddie want to do something insane like find a suit of shining armor just so he can bow to her in it.

"We're going to be fine," she says. "We just have to get to Nancy's house and it'll all be okay. Right?"

"Gonna let Wheeler make you a a total badass with a gun?" Eddie asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Who flirts with a girl by calling her a total badass? How do smooth guys flirt with girls if they stick around past the initial five minutes of inviting them to come see your band, which literally no girl has ever actually said yes to before? Eddie isn't even sure he has a band any more, if Chrissy's ex-boyfriend has anything to say about it, which means he's kind of out of ideas.

Eddie has one blinding, insane moment of wondering what would Jason Carver do here? before he almost chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He really can't do this.

"Maybe," Chrissy says, a little shy, and slides her hand down his arm to slip her palm into his again. "Do you think I could?"

There's a smudge of dirt on her perfect nose. Eddie wants to lick it off. Oh god he's a freak. You can't lick cheerleaders. Fuck, Eddie doesn't even know how to go down on a girl. Fuck, why did he think about that. It doesn't matter! He's never going to get the chance! Chrissy is never going to want him to touch her like that anyway!

"I think if the last few days have proven anything, it's that literally anything is possible," Eddie says, and then realizes he just implied that Chrissy being a badass is even more unlikely than alternate dimensions, which is probably even worse than calling her one in the first place, and holy shit, how is it even possible to be this awful at this? Why is she still standing here with him? "I mean, I could even stop being a coward who apparently runs away from absolutely everything, which I've discovered I am now, that's how weird things are, so yeah, compared to that, Chrissy, I think you could absolutely be a badass if you wanted to be."

"I don't think you're a coward," Chrissy says, and she's stepping closer, why is she stepping closer, tucking their arms together. "I mean, I couldn't even run away. He would've gotten me right there, if you hadn't..."

"Luckily I think Harrington and Wheeler are big enough heroes for all of us." Eddie catches sight of them up ahead, Wheeler on point like a hunting hound leading the way, Harrington keeping watch on all sides with that flashlight ready to spring into action at any minute. It should probably be Harrington back here with Chrissy, if he and Wheeler weren't so obviously the perfect battle couple together. Hell, even Buckley, who's up front with Nancy right now and who Eddie knows he clocked checking out Chrissy's legs earlier. She's awkward, yeah, but on her it'd be endearing, and maybe Chrissy deserves better than cowardly asshole boys for a while anyway.

She definitely deserves better than Eddie. She tugs him out of the way of a vine half a second before he trips over it in the dark, like a klutz and a dumbass, and Eddie curses himself for a failure.

#C writes stuff #stranger things #snippets #Chrissy Lives AU #hellcheer #look I APPRECIATE the chemistry these two have greatly #I just think more fic about them needs to let Eddie be 1) extremely queer even when he likes a girl #and 2) an unmitigated flailing dork

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