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peachesyeo · 2 months

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the bet ── beomgyu

💌 parings: rival!beomgyu x male!reader 💌 genre: smut, rivals to lovers 💌 contains: top!gyu, bottom!reader, softdom!gyu, virgin!reader, beomgyu is a little shit, beomgyu has a long-time crush on reader, strong language, vaping (please don't vape) petnames (baby boy, baby, prince), safe sex (wrap it before you do it), drunk consensual sex, oral (reader receiving), praising, i have a thing for soft gyu so here it is, our favourite party guy & wingman jackson wang, brief mention of enhypen's heeseung. 💌 word count: 2.7k words

➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

Second place. Again.

You glared at the announcement in front of you, your hands curled into a ball of fist. Your eyes traveled over to the name on top of yours and you bit your lower lip, frustrated.

Choi fucking Beomgyu.

From young, that little fucker has always been in first place in every little and big contests or examinations the both of you attended.

Every. Single. Darn. Time.

Choi Beomgyu takes the throne.

To make matters worst, Beomgyu knows that it irritates you. You are a very, very competitive person from young, and Beomgyu knows. He knows.

"Look who it is! L/n!" A hand clapped on your back as Beomgyu put his arm around your shoulder, his voice gleeful. "Why the long face, huh?"

"Fuck off, Choi." You hissed, swatting his arm off you and turning to face him. That jerk had a smug smirk on his face, one that you would do anything to wipe it off. He whined dramatically, holding his hand that you just hit. "Ouch! It hurts, L/n! C'mon, don't be such a sour grape. It's just a little test, don't let that get to your fragile little ego."

It took almost all of your will to not punch that asshole in the face. You gave him a nasty expression, bumping into his shoulder as you walked back to the lecture hall. But who is Choi Beomgyu? A smug and devious asshole who wouldn't leave you alone.

The both of you didn’t start like this. You vaguely remember being best friends with Beomgyu in elementary school, but it all changed during middle school.

Beomgyu changed.

He caught up with you pretty quickly, walking alongside you. "Do you want to make a bet with me?" He asked, tilting his head towards the side as he did so. You paused, looking at him with a suspicious expression. "No. Now fuck off and leave me alone."

"I'll do whatever you want if you win." Beomgyu said quickly. You raised a brow at him, not believing a word that comes out of his mouth. "I'm serious."

"What kind of bet?" Fine. You were convinced. You begin to think about what you want Beomgyu to do after winning. Should you ask him to buy you breakfast from that really popular waffle store for a month? Or maybe you'll have him record a silly video that you can blackmail him for the future.

On second thought, Beomgyu might be too thick-skinned for that.

"You know Lee Heeseung? The guy from computer science? His senior Jackson Wang is hosting a party and invited the entire course this Saturday. Since Biology is just next door he invited us too." Beomgyu jabbed his hand towards the building right beside. You nodded, frowning. "What do you want me to do?"

"Attend the party and beat me in a game." The smug smile reappeared on Beomgyu's face. You scowled at him. "What's the catch?" You questioned. Beomgyu widened his eyes. "Catch? There's no catch. Just win me and I'll do whatever you want. But if I win..." He paused slightly, another smirk creeping onto his face. "You'll do whatever I ask of you."

You licked your lips nervously. Should you trust Beomgyu?

"I understand that you might be scared, L/n. " Beomgyu sighed mockingly. "Well, it seems like you can never beat me-" "I'll go." You cut him off through gritted teeth. Beomgyu clapped his hands together, grinning. "Good. See you at the party than, baby boy. Don't be late!" He winked, walking off.

You stood rooted at your ground in shock. Blush crept to your face as you realised what Beomgyu had called you. To make matters worst, your heart actually fluttered at his words. You slapped your face lightly, attempting to wake yourself up.

Fucking Choi Beomgyu. You thought.

The weekend arrived pretty soon.

The house was loud. You weaved through the crowd of talking people, holding a cup of punch in your hand (that someone stuffed it to your hand while you walked by). Everyone looks unfamiliar to you, but somehow, they all seem to know you.

"M/n L/n!" You hear your name being called. Turning around, you saw a male with blond hair walking towards you. You took a once-over at him: split blond hair, shades on top of his head, black outfit and a pair of sweat pants.

Nope, you have never seen this guy in your life before.

"Hi, I'm Jackson Wang." The male hold out his hand and flashed you a winning smile. Ah, this guy is the host of this party, you thought as you shook his hand. "I'm M/n L/n... But I guess you already know that."

Jackson grinned. "Of course! You're famous, don't you know that?" He said. You blinked in confusion and Jackson let out a short laugh. "Well, everyone in the campus know about you." He shrugged.

"Oh." That's all you could say.

Jackson tutted. "I'm a little surprise when they told me you were here... I thought Beomgyu was pulling my leg when he told me you were coming. Guess shit isn't the only thing that comes out of his mouth everytime." He shrugged, sending you a knowing grin. Your eyes flashed at the mention of Beomgyu and your grip on your cup of punch tightened. "Where is he?"

"Come with me." Jackson beckoned. You followed him up the stairs and into the first room. Beomgyu was sitting in there, a vape to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat at how attractive he looks, but your mind was rational. "Choi."

"Oh! You really came, baby boy." Your face heats up again at that petname. "Don't call me that!" You hissed, failing to notice that Jackson had already sneaked out of the room and locked the door behind him. Beomgyu inhaled the vape, his lips curled into a lazy smirk. "Okay okay, relax, L/n. Just hoping to ease the tension."

"What are we betting on?" You observed your surroundings. A black, queen-sized bed set in the middle of the room, a silk canopy hanging over it. A red armchair sat next to the bed, while Beomgyu occupies the other. There was also a large TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Beomgyu pointed to the gaming console beneath it.

"Rocket League. Ten games. If you lose, you drink half a bottle of soju." He pointed over to the corner where 10 bottles of soju stood waiting. You raised your chin. "Bets on."

It didn't take long until you two reached the seventh game, where you had already drank 2 bottles and a half of soju. You let out a groan of fustration as Beomgyu's racing car passed the finish line on the screen, and your hand reached for the bottle of soju that you've finished.

"Wait, L/n." Beomgyu stopped you, but you shook his hand off. "I lose, Choi, let me drink." You said stubbornly, putting the mouth of the bottle to your lips. You let the alcohol burn your throat as Beomgyu watched from beside you. "I lost. "

"You did." Beomgyu's voice was strangely quiet. One empty bottle stood beside him. You coughed, putting the bottle down. Your head was spinning slightly as you looked at Beomgyu. "What do you want from me?"

Since when was he this close to you? You vaguely remembered Beomgyu was two pillows away from you, but now he was right beside you. You stared blankly at him as he leaned closer to your face, and you could smell the sweet artificial scent of the vape he used earlier. "What do I want from you... That is a good question..."

Your eyes travelled from him eyes, his nose, and to his plump lips. You licked your own dry ones, your voice small. "Yah, Choi Beomgyu-"

He didn't let you finish. Crashing his lips onto yours, one of Beomgyu's hands went to the back of your head, while the other pulled your waist closer to him. You feel him biting your lower lip, asking for permission. In your fuzzy state of mind, you allowed him to enter, exploring your mouth.

Beomgyu taste like strawberries. He was sweet, his tongue dancing with yours as his other hand slowly went up to grip your chin. You closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased.

When he pulled away, you were panting. Beomgyu straddled you, his pretty face flushed. You lay beneath him, watching his adams apple bobbed nervously. "You..."

"I want you, pretty boy." Beomgyu's fingers trailed down your chest, his eyes darkening as lewd thoughts form in his mind. "I want you, L/n." His hand reached your abdomen, twirling circles through your thin shirt. "I want to make you mine, L/n." Your breath hitched at the possessiveness of his voice. "Will you let me?"

Your head was empty. Even though you dislike Beomgyu, you couldn't deny the fact that you thought he was attractive.

A part of you still like him. A part of you still misses that cheerful boy who played with you in elementary school.

"What if I say no?" You whispered. Something flashed past Beomgyu’s eyes. Was it anger? Or was it sadness? You don't know. His voice was hoarse and throaty as he spoke. "Then I will let you out of this room. Call me petty, M/n, but I will beat you in every single competition or exam you sign up for. I will always be the first place."

Your heart ran wildly at his words. Beomgyu leaned downwards, his lips barely above yours. He grabbed your hand, pressing it to his lips gently. "It's the only way you could notice me, M/n..." He confessed, pressing his lips gently on yours once more.

Your arms moved on their own accord, reaching up to cup his face. Compared to the kiss just now, this one was gentler, softer. When the both of you parted, your answer was barely above a whisper. "Okay."

With your permission, Beomgyu's lips moved down to your neck, biting and suckling the skin on there. His other hand cupped your arousal, gently palming it through your pants. You let out a breathy groan, muttering his name. "Gyu..."

"I haven't heard that name from you in so long..." Beomgyu sighed, pressing light kissing across your skin as he moved down. "I really like the way my name comes out of your mouth, baby boy." He said, the cool tip of his fingers brushing past your nipple. You squeaked in surprise, your arm moving up to cover your face as he rolled the bud in between his fingers. "Ughh...Mhmm..."

"You're cute, prince." Even though you could not see his face, you know that Beomgyu is smiling. He removed your pants swiftly, pressing a kiss on your erection through your underwear. You twitched at his actions, letting out a suppressed sob. "Dont... P-please..."

"I know, prince." He slowly tug the fabric down, revealing your cock. You whimpered as he pressed a kiss on your tip, sticking a little of his tongue to lick at the slit. "Mhmm... You taste good, prince..."

You bit your lip, looking down at Beomgyu. He was kneeling betweem your legs, his hands now holding either of your thighs apart. No, one of them has wrapped around the base of your balls, gently massaging them. You look away in embarrassment, but Beomgyu patted your thigh with his other hand. "Look at me, baby." He said. You removed your arm from your eyes, following his instructions.

Seeing that you followed his instructions, the tips of Beomgyu's lips curled upwards. You watch him sank his head on your cock, and you threw your head back, moaning. "G-gyu, slow d-down!"

Beomgyu wasn't listening. He was sucking and licking on your cock like a lollipop, desperately bobbing his head up and down. With one of his fingers testingly circling your rim, Beomgyu hummed, the vibrations of his throat stimulating your cock.

Tears sprang to your eyes. "Gy-gyu, please! I need... I need t-" You babbled, your other hand gripping the carpet on the floor. Beomgyu removed his mouth from your cock, now jerking you off with his hands. "Go on, prince. Be a good boy and cum for me."

With his encouraging words, you came with a cry. White spurts of cum landed on your stomach, some spilling onto Beomgyu's jeans. Beomgyu crawled over you, pushing your shirt up and lapping on your nipples while you recover. Your fingers find his hair, tugging on them when you feel his teeth grazing your bud. "G-gyu..."

"Hmm?" He answered, looking up at you lazily. You look away from his eyes, biting the insides of your cheek. "If you w-want to... Want to take it to the n-next level..."

Beomgyu stared at you. "You're okay with that?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes. "But I've never done that before..."

Without warning, Beomgyu carried you up from under your arms and placed you onto the bed. You yelped in surprise as Beomgyu placed either of his knees on your sides. He took off the sweater he was wearing, throwing it to the floor where your pants and underwear are.

You propped yourself on your elbows, your eyes tracing the outline of his abs. Beomgyu grinned at your reaction. "Like what you see, prince?" He teased, reaching behind you. You hear him opening a drawer as his other hand grabbed your ankle. "Prop yourself with some pillows, prince."

You quickly followed his instructions, grabbing the nearest pillow and putting them below your neck. With a pop, Beomgyu poured lube over his fingers and your rim. You hissed at the coolness, tensing up.

"Now, I want you to choose a word. If you feel any discomfort, say the word and I'll stop immediately." Beomgyu said. You bit your lower lip. "Thursday." You whisper, and Beomgyu nodded in adknowledgment.

"Relax, prince." You feel Beomgyu's finger gently inserting into your hole. You arched your back, gasping as he pushed his finger in, massaging the muscles within. It feels weird, but with his muttered praises, a second finger is quickly added.

"Mhmm...." Your jaw went slack when he hit a particular spot. Noticing this, Beomgyu let out a low chuckle, pressing on the spot again. Your back arched as his other hand wrapped around your cock. "It's here, isn't it, M/n?" He asked, as you babbled incoherent phrases back to him. Stretching you, Beomgyu added a third finger, and you let out a sob as response.

Once he deemed that you were prepped enough for him, Beomgyu removed his own garments. You hear a package opening, knowing that he is putting on a condom. You feel his tip poking around your rim and you whined, turning your face away. Beomgyu leaned down, one of his hand interlocked with your fingers as he pushed in. You moaned in discomfort, but he had a strong hold over your hips. When Beomgyu bottomed out, the both of you let out a moan.

"Tell me w-when you're ready, prince." He kissed your earlobe. You relaxed, giving him the green light as soon as you were ready. He begin to thrust lightly and you moaned in return.

"You feel good, prince? You're so tight and warm.... Squeezing me so tightly... I love you, I love you so much..." Beomgyu's words filled your ears as the pace begin to quicken. His lips had found their way back to your sensitive and hard nipples, suckling on them as he pushed in and out with force. You let out strangled cries of pleasure as a bubble start to form in your stomach. "Gonna... Not gonna las-last..."

"It's okay, I'm close... Together?" He found your lips and kissed you again. With his words, fireworks seem to explode in your eyes as you came. "Gyu..!" You cried. Beomgyu nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slower, until he finally stopped and pulled out.

Rolling the condom off him and throwing it into the bin not far away, Beomgyu collasped next to you, spooning you as he pressed his lips to your temple. You laid in his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"So..." Your voice was hoarse. "This was what you want from winning the bet?"

"No." Beomgyu replied. He removed a pillow from under your neck and placed it under his own, his voice sleepy.

"You're the one I want from the start."

IDUBILU ON REPEAT WHILE I WROTE THIS!!!! yeah my first x male reader smut. sorry if it isn't the best, i'm trying to figure out how to describe those scenes (i've been reading a lot of other fics to try gain some experience but welp) but maybe i'll do better next time?

this was supposed to be joshua or jeonghan or soobin but i came across beomgyu's pics so its him hehe.

i really have a thing for soft vanilla smut BUT of course i wouldn't write that all the time... just let me read more and i'll write better next time (:

if i see any minors liking or reblogging this post I WILL BLOCK YOU. A friendly warning.

And also, happy early DK and Vernon Day, Happy belated Taehyun Day... And I finally got this out of my drafts yay~

P.S. PLS MORE X MALE READER FICS BLESS

➳ pernament taglist: @wonwooz1 @kwanienies @yeodeulz @enhacracy @leyittara @lonewolfjinji @sousydive @joshuahongnumbers

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #kpop x male reader #txt x male reader #txt smut #choi beomgyu #kpop x male reader smut #☁️by k

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postanagramgenerator · 6 months

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there's a waffle house near me that has halloween decorations up, "DANGER DANGER", which keeps being turned into anagrams like ANGERED DRANG and DANGERED GRAN. any ideas?

ANAGRAMS GENERATED:

danger danger → grand grenade → gran and greed → danged ranger → aged nerd gran → gad darn genre → grand agender → a darn nerd egg

#bask ox #toot-status

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bemusedlybespectacled · 6 months

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I do think the "you know what he did when I told him I loved him?" exchange is a bit jarring from a writing perspective BUT I am putting my Watsonian hat on to darn this plot hole and I am thinking that Stede didn't know know, he just put it together from context right then and there.

like, Stede definitely knows Ed shot Izzy in the leg. even people who weren't there, like Lucius, know that Ed is responsible for maiming Izzy, and I would imagine that this was an important point in the discussion/vote over whether Ed should be banished or not. there's no way for him not to know if he's talked to the crew about Ed at all, and we know he has because we see the start of that conversation.

nor is it a surprise to him that Izzy loves Ed. outside of Ed saying Izzy's jealous and Stede asking if he's doing a victory lap, I think Stede lowkey thought Ed and Izzy were in a relationship in Season 1, due to comments like "trouble in paradise?" in 1x06.

and the question comes literally just after Izzy sits down to rest his leg, and Stede outright mentions the leg (bitchily) so the setup is very clear.

like, okay, if I spent several hours talking about the weird black comedy surrounding my college roommate's death and funeral, and then later in the conversation we started talking about regional restaurants, and I was like, "hey, you know when I was last in a Waffle House?", you can probably infer from the way I'm saying it and the context of the previous conversation that the answer is probably "after your college roommate's funeral." it'd be really weird if I said it that way and the answer was like, "last week, it was super uneventful and I go there all the time" or "when I was two years old, I don't remember it at all."

so yeah, I don't think there needed to have been an explicit conversation about it for Stede to infer it.

#stede bonnet #izzy hands #ofmd meta #gentlehands #stizzy #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2

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lokis-army-77 · 11 months

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Fathers Day 1996

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader

Word Count: 1625

Based on the tiktoks of moms taking their children to Dollar Tree to buy Father's Day presents.

Warning: None

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Mommy, Mommy, Daddy needs this." Alex shook the crayon box wildly in front of him.

"Oh, I think he does. Drop it in the cart sweetheart." I smile at him as he excitedly throws the box into the already full shopping cart.

It was a few days before Father's Day and since Alex was now three going on twenty-three, with how independent he was, I decided it would be fun to have him pick out Eddie’s presents.

The 10-dollar Dollar Tree budget had gone out the door as soon as Alex had walked into the store and started grabbing everything he thought his daddy needed. Pretty soon we hit twenty bucks and I had to cap him off or else he probably would have bought out the entire store.

"Alex, baby, I think we've gotten Daddy enough presents. Why don't we go buy them and then we can wrap them up when we get home?"

He grinned wide and nodded his head. "Otay Mommy." Then he grabbed the front of the buggy and led us to the cashier, an extremely bored-looking teenage girl.

With every item Alex placed on the conveyer belt, he explained to the girl, "Dis is for my Daddy because it's Father's Day and he's my Daddy."

The girl just nodded along to what he was saying and I gave her a small smile before handing her a 20 dollar bill and picking Alex up.

As I walked out the door, Alex darned in my arm and waved at the girl, "Bye-bye!"

............

When Sunday came, Alex couldn't contain himself. There was a lot of excitement in that little body of his and it had him bouncing off the walls like it was Christmas morning.

At around 7:43 I heard the bedroom door creak open and then the soft thud of toddler's feet making their way across the carpeted floor and to the bed.

A soft smile spread across my lips when I felt a tiny finger poke my cheek and then the soft whisper of my son. "Mommy, wake up."

I pry open one eye and squint at him. "Alex, sweetheart, it's not even eight yet." I sigh but sit up a little anyway, knowing that if he's awake, I'm not going back to be any time soon.

"Mommy, it's Father’s Day!" He whisper shouts.

"I know, love." I reached out to him and bring him close so I can give his chubby cheek a kiss. He giggles.

"Why don't we let Daddy sleep in? We can go make him some breakfast."

Alex seems to like that idea by the way he practically bolts out of the bedroom.

I try to crawl out of bed without waking Eddie who slept deeply on the other side of the bed. The hand that had originally gripped my hip during the night now laying limp in the valley between our bodies.

Leaning over I give him a quick kiss on the temple before getting up and hurrying into the kitchen before Alex can get into something he shouldn't.

With the help of an excellent sous chef, we made quick work of breakfast. Crispy bacon, waffles with mini chocolate chips sprinkled on top, scrambled eggs, two plain and one with hot sauce, a glass of orange juice, and 2 glasses of milk.

I plated all the food, giving Eddie his hot sauce-smothered eggs and OJ, and then set them on a big tray.

"Alex, why don't you go wake Daddy now? I'll follow so we can have breakfast in bed."

"Bweckfast in bed?" He asks.

"Yep, we're gonna eat on Mommy and Daddy's bed."

He was giddy at that answer, only ever used to having to eat at the dinner table. After that, he needed no encouragement to run into the bedroom and climb on top of Eddie.

"Daddy, Daddy. Wake up! Wake up!" Alex screamed. I walked in to see him sitting on Eddie's chest, bouncing up and down.

Eddie groaned at the weight of the boy. "I'm up dude. I'm up. Stop bouncing."

"It's Father's Day and you're my Daddy." He gushed, his tiny fingers pushing Eddie's eyebrow up to try and force him to open his eyes.

"Oh? Is it?"

"It is. Me and Mommy made you Bweckfast and a pwesent." His tone was matter of factly.

"I can smell it. Where is Mommy?"

"Right here, Hun," I answer, walking the tray of food to my side of the bed and placing it on the sheets as I sat crisscross next to Eddie's laid-out form.

He turned his head and smiled at me. "Morning Momma." He sat up carefully on his elbows, Alex sliding down his chest and into his lap, giggling.

"Morning." I gave him a slow, soft kiss on the lips.

"Eww, cooties." Alex cries, pushing us apart. Eddie and I chuckle.

"I don't think Mommy has cooties, little buddy." Eddie sits up more, back leaning against the headboard.

"No, but you do," Alex informs.

"Sweetheart, it's Father's Day, that means Daddy is cootie free for the day."

"Oh. Okay." Alex accepts my explanation no question asked before going on to the next thing. "Can we eat now?"

I nod and distribute the plates, handing Eddie his and taking mine, leaving Alex's on the tray so that hopefully if he spilled anything it would land there and not the duvet but a mess would most likely be made none-the-less.

.......

After breakfast, we moved to the living room where I made Eddie sit in his recliner and cover his eyes.

"No peaking," Alex ordered as we headed to the hall closet to grab his presents.

"Wouldn't dream of it bud," Eddie called.

With twenty cheap items from the Dollar store, the gift bag that held them all felt really heavy yet Alex insisted he could hold it.

I trailed behind him as he waddled his way back to the living room and plopped the bag down at Eddie's feet.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Alex clapped and I cheered along with him as I took my spot behind him sitting on the floor.

Eddie opened his eyes and smiled. "Oh wow, a present."

"I picked dem out all by myself," Alex informed happily.

"You did? That's amazing bud." Eddie bent over and grabbed the first thing out of the bag. "Oh cool, a red power anger mask that's also sunglasses." Another item. "Wow I have always wanted a bottle of olive oil," He laughed. Another. "Alex, buddy, Joe did you know I needed a Barny coloring book," he gasped out, and crayons to go with!"

I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes as Eddie took out every item from the bag and thanked his son for all of it. Even if they were really only children's things that Alex would like or something completely off the wall. It was such a special moment and it had me close to bawling my eyes out there on the living room floor.

When we were done, Eddie grabbed Alex and gave him a bear hug. "Thank you so much, buddy. This was the best Father's Day present ever."

Alex just smiled and hugged his daddy back. "You're welcome, Daddy."

"Love you bud." Eddie gave him a big kiss on both cheeks.

"Wove you too." Alex followed his dad's action and gave a kiss on either side of his scruffy cheeks.

When Eddie put him down, Alex then ran off to his room, the excitement of Daddy opening his present gone.

I stayed on the floor, willing the silent tears from my cheeks.

"Aww baby." Eddie cooed. "Why are enough crying?" He knelt down beside me, pulling me into a hug.

"I don't know. I'm just so happy and I love you" I cried harder into his chest.

"Oh honey, I love you." He kissed the top of my head.

When I was able to talk without being choked the lump in my throat, pulled away. "I actually have a present for you too."

He looked down at me with soft eyes. "Sweetheart you didn't have to get me anything. You gave me that sweet boy in there, that's all I could ask for."

I smiled. "Well, I didn't buy it so.."

"Oh, you didn't? Then what is it?"

"Well." I take his hand and place it on my stomach. "We're gonna have another baby."

If Eddie were hooked up to a heart monitor I think the only sound in the room would be the flat line tone. He froze, eyes growing wide as he looked from my own down to where our hands rested on my stomach.

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, voice soft.

I nod. "I took three tests, all positive, and I'm about three weeks late."

A giant grin spread over his face and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes surfaced. "We're gonna have a baby." He surged forward, kissing me hard. "Fuck baby, that's the best thing you could have ever told me." Another kiss.

I laugh. "I'm glad."

He pulled us apart and rested his lips on my forehead as he held me close. "How the heck am I gonna top this for your Mother's Day present next year?"

"Well, you could finish that bookcase I asked you to build me that you never started."

He pulled away and looked and me sheepishly. "I will definitely get on that baby. Like right now, no need to wait till May. He hurriedly stood to his feet, helped me up too, gave me another kiss, then walked toward the garage where the supplies for the bookcase had been sitting for a few months.

Ever so slightly could I hear, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna be a dad again."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #female reader #mom!reader #fathers day

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vanfleeter · 10 months

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Dirty Little Secret (3) // JTK

Characters: Jake x reader Warnings: As always--18+ so minors DNI, smut, a little bit of fluff. Author's Note: I've been struggling getting this one written but alas, it is here.

HIs hands slip down your waist as he pulls you into his body. He’s already hard again but who can blame him. You’re toxic for him but he doesn’t care.

He curls his hand into your hair and he tugs your head to the side and sucks and nips at your neck before dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot. Turning you around, he presses you against the shower wall and pulls your hand up to the towel rack. Running his hands down your back, he gently spreads you apart and teases himself at your entrance.

His name falls from your lips as he pushes into you. You grip tightly to the plastic bar above your head as he mercilessly pounds inside of you. Part of you was surprised that he still has the stamina to keep going. He looked so worn out and spent on the couch but you’ve come to learn that he’s always full of surprises.

He feels you clench around him and he hums in delight. “You’re still sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Jake, please..” You whimper.

“Just a few more seconds..” He says. “I want to go together..”

His hips snap onto the back of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck baby..”

You feel him spill inside of you as you reach your own orgasm. He holds you tightly to keep you from slipping as he empties himself completely inside of you. Turning you around, he holds you against his body and brushes your wet hair away from the front of your face before leaning down to kiss you. He pulls away a few seconds later to retrieve your shampoo before squirting some of it in his hand and lathering it and begins to wash your hair.

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“That feels so good..” You moan as Jake rubs in lotion on your legs. He chuckles and digs his thumbs into your thighs eliciting another moan. “If you weren’t a guitarist, I could see you being a masseuse.” You say. “You sure do know how to use your hands.”

Finishing up with your legs, he puts the lotion bottle on the nightstand and climbs back into your bed. You swing your legs around his back and take the brush to run through his hair. “Can I braid your hair?” You ask.

“You want to braid my hair?” You nod your head and pull the brush through his hair. “Have at it.”

Reaching for one of your hair ties on the nightstand, you grab the tv remote in the process and hand it to him. “Find something for us to watch.”

Brushing his hair to the back of his head, you separate it in a few big pieces before starting to braid it. “Can you even braid it with it being so short?”

“Of course I can.” You say. “It’ll just be shorter but when your hair dries and you take it out, you’ll have nice little waves.” After braiding his hair, the two of you settle into bed together as the movie Jake picked begins to play. You weren’t surprised when you saw that it was The Princess Bride. You remembered at one point that Danny mentioned Jake’s love for the movie.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed beside you. The smell of food cooking pulls you from your sleepy state. Dressing in a pair of sweats and a tank top, you head out to the kitchen to find Jake only in just his bare self as he flips your waffle maker to the other side.

“Well isn’t this a sight to see in the morning.” You say as you walk over to him.

He smiles and turns to face you. “Good morning.” He says as he kisses you.

“Yes, yes it is.” You wrap your arms around his waist. “So.. Do I get you all to myself today?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Sadly, no.. We have a meeting to go over the tour schedule.”

“Darn..”

He chuckles and kisses you again. “But.. As soon as the meeting is over, I will be right back here and then I’ll be all yours. Sound like a plan?”

You nod your head. “It’s a deal.”

“Good.” The timer goes off on the waffle maker and he pulls away from you to retrieve the fresh waffle and drops it onto a plate. He hands it off to you and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Go eat while I get dressed.”

He comes back out fully dressed a few minutes later and runs his hands through his wavy locks. “I was so right,” You say. “That braid definitely worked.” You hold your waffle for him to take a bite.

“I’m such a good cook.” He mumbles through his mouthful of waffle.

“Cocky much?”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” He stands behind you and presses his body against your back. “Am I?”

“It’s nine in the morning, Jacob.” You playfully slap his shoulder making him laugh.

“It’s your fault, you make me like this.”

“Fight the urge.”

“What’s the fun in that?” He says as he runs his hands along your torso and down to your center. He rubs you through the fabric of your sweatpants and leaves peppered kisses on your neck. “I’ll be thinking about this all day..”

“Jake..” You moan.

He chuckles and pulls his hand away. You whimper at the loss of contact and he smiles against your skin. “I’ll be back around noon.” He gives you one last kiss before grabbing his wallet and heading out the door.

As his Uber pulls up to the office building, he climbs out and thanks the driver while saving a mental note to swing by the bar to get his car that he left in the lot last night, if it hasn’t already been towed.

“Jake?”

He spins around to see Danny walking across the parking lot and hooking his keys ring to one of the side belt loops on his jeans. He flashes a smile. “Hey Danny!” He awkwardly chuckles.

“Where’s your car?” Danny asks.

“Oh uh, I left it at the bar last night.”

Danny eyebrows furrow. “When did you come to the bar? We didn’t see you.”

“Uhhh…” Jake clears his throat. “I got there really late..”

“Right.. So you left your car there, I’m assuming?”

Jake nods his head. “Uh yeah, too drunk to drive home.”

Lies. But again, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Well after the meeting I can drive you over to get it.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Wow, we’re all on time today!” Sam announces as he crosses the parking lot from his car. “Except Josh… Again..” –

Danny pulls his car up next to Jake’s and puts his in park. “Hey, before you get out,” He says, stopping Jake. Jake turns away from the car door to face him. “I want to apologize for the other night, showing up to your place and being all demanding. I was out of line for the things I said about you and I’m sorry..”

“Danny–”

“Just hear me out, okay?” Danny pleads. Jake relaxes his shoulders and nods his head. “I don’t want you avoiding group outings just because she’s there–I was stupid for wanting to keep you apart but if that means avoiding her when I invite her to join us anywhere, then it’s just not as fun.”

“So what you’re saying is…” Jake prompts him to keep going.

“I want you two to be friends, to be able to hang out. I do trust you but I’m still protective over her.”

Jake takes a deep breath. “Danny, I’m gonna say as respectfully as I can because you’re my brother and I love you.. She’s a grown woman who can make her own decisions. If something happens between us, then it’s between us. She’ll still be your friend, regardless. Nothing’s gonna change.”

Danny sighs and nods his head. “I know but–”

Jake reaches over and places his hand on Danny’s shoulder. “She’s a great girl, Danny–and we’re both lucky to have her.”

Danny looks over Jake, his eyebrows pulling together in the similar fashion to this morning. “Both?”

Shit. Jacob, you idiot.

“What do you mean both?” He says turning in his seat to face Jake. “You've barely been around her since Josh’s party.”

If only you knew, Daniel.

“Well, I just mean that she’s in both of our lives and from what I’ve gotten to know about her is that she’s great.”

Please buy it. Please.

Danny slowly nods his head. “Okay.. I guess..”

“I have to go..” Jake says as he pushes open the car door. “I’ll see you later.” He climbs out of his car and unlocks his car to quickly jump inside. –

“I almost royally fucked up with Danny today.” Jake says as he steps through the apartment door and kicks off his shoes. Looking up after nudging his shoes off to the side, he finds you not alone sitting on the couch. Next to you is your roommate who looks at him bewildered and confused. His eyes grow wide and he clears his throat. “Well.. Uh..”

“Jake!” You beam as you jump off of the couch. “Meet my roommate and best friend, Jenny.”

Jake flashes his smile and awkwardly holds out his hand towards her. “Hi, Jenny..”

She giggles and shakes his hand. “Hey, Jake.”

“So tell me,” She smirks. “How’d you almost fuck up with Danny?”

“Well, you see–”

“You almost told him, didn’t you?” You say, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Not entirely..” He says holding his finger up to defend himself. “Subtly I did but my luck, he believed me when I played it off–but he did say we could hang out so we’re making progress.”

You shake your head as you laugh. “At least we can be friends.” You say patting his shoulder.

“Oh yeah,” Jenny speaks with a sarcastic tone. “Friends, right..”

“Did you tell her?” He says looking at you.

You shake your head. “No, she didn’t but that pretty much confirms it.” Jenny smirks. “And next time you decide to leave your boxers here, hide them better.”

Your eyes grow wide and you slap his arm. “You didn’t wear your boxers?!”

“I had other things on my mind..”

Jenny giggles. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair, I’ll be sure to call before I come back.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Jake says. “I can go, you just got back–pretty early might I add–I can come back later.”

Jenny shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. I promised a friend I’d meet up for a late lunch when I got back so I’m going. You stay.”

Once Jenny is gone and the door is closed behind her, Jake slowly turns to face you with an innocent smile on his face. “I’m so sorry, if I had known–”

“I texted you.” You say as you flop down on the couch.

Jake reaches for his phone and unlocks it. There on the screen is a text message from you warning him about your roommates early return. “Oh..” He falls down onto the couch. “Well, she knows. Do you think she’ll keep it a secret?”

You nod your head. “She will.” You turn your body on the couch to face him. “What exactly did you say to Danny?”

“I told him that we’re both lucky to have you in our lives, which confused him because from his perspective–we–” He wags his finger between the two of you. “--never hang out.”

“How did you play it off?”

“By saying that from what I’ve gotten to know of you is that you’re great.”

“Great?” You lean back on your knees. “I’m great? That’s it?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “What else was I supposed to say?” He says. “That you’re beautiful and phenomenal in bed? Yeah, ‘cause that would have gone over well.” You grab a throw pillow and hit him, making him laugh. He grabs hold of the pillow and tosses it to the floor before throwing himself on top of you. “I could have also said that you’re sexy when you’re mad,” His necklaces sway back and forth between you two as he hovers above you. “You’re a thoughtful person who cares about how others feel, especially her friends.” He leans to press his lips against yours for a second before pulling away. “You also make me feel comfortable, that I can be myself and not pretend to be this cool and mysterious guy.”

He leans back on his knees and pulls off his shirt. You follow by pulling off your top and tossing it to the floor. He pulls you up to him and presses your two bodies together. His hand cups the back of your head and he pulls you in for a kiss. Taking you on his hips, he carries you to your bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot.

Bringing you to the bed, he lays you down and kisses you again before grabbing your sweats and pulling them off. He smirks when he sees that you too went without underwear.

“Seems that I’m not the only one who went without underwear today, am I now?”

You giggle. “I was tired this morning, I didn’t think.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t.” He says as he drops your sweats to the floor. He lowers himself to the floor on his knees and spreads your legs apart. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this morning.”

Without warning you feel him lick through your folds, an audible gasp falling from your mouth. “Jake..”

He hums a chuckle against your center, sending the vibrations through your core. He begins to suck and lick while he massages your clit with his thumb. He feels you sinking beginning to unravel. It’s only when he inserts his fingers alongside his tongue that he brings you right to the edge and in no time you’re a shaking mess, unraveling and coming undone before him. And he inhales every bit of you, not missing a single drop.

Once he is satisfied, he grabs your sweatpants and uses them to wipe you off before tossing them to the hamper. He glances back at you to see you laying there on the bed completely limp in the bed, the only thing moving from is your chest. He chuckles when sees your eyes solely focused on the ceiling.

Moving over to your dresser, he grabs a clean pair of underwear and a t-shirt and helps put them on. You sit on the edge of the bed with him standing between your legs. He tilts your head back and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I hope you know, I am never letting you go.” He says as he flashes you a smile.

He just wishes he could tell the whole world.

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argentumcor · 4 months

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Yeah, no, the Last Wish being the solution for following the Witness still is an asspull and there had to be something cooler that felt more like it took the setting's rules seriously. The whole thing depends on being able to semi-resurrect Riven. Could other people be similarly semi-brought back? Calus could answer some questions, Oryx, too.

I knew the Veil was so much filler, ugh. You could have skipped the entire Lightfall campaign and just played the first cutscene and then Witness winning and nothing in the plot would have changed...barely anything in the world changed. Neomuna existing means nothing, the City doesn't seem affected despite clawing through alone for so long. Calus being gone means what to the Imperial Cabal? We haven't been told in the last year. Asher is dead in a sidequest, apparently, just having given up despite his thing being not giving up. Our allied kaiju is snoozing; all that info-dumping about the massively destructive enemies on our doorstep really took it out of her. Despite all the fuss about lifting the Dreaming City curse, I guess we just can't, darn, them's the breaks.

It helps to write one's war stories like war campaigns; this front here, that ally entangled there, these resources available for response and attack, this part of the coalition demands this happen for that reason. If we release the curse, for instance, then the bulk of the Awoken forces can come to bear in the fight. Humiliate Salvation and more Eliksni warriors join House Light instead of waffling. Secure a home for the Cabal civilians and they will be better able to fight on the front, both logistically and in terms of morale. Help the distrustful Neomuni and gain access to tech and info that can help stem the tide. The good seasons of Destiny have been written like that, or at least tending toward it, but here at the edge of the end of this epic struggle, it's just some stuff going on.

I'm half-sure Crow is tied to Cayde coming back in some way. It would be nice to have some reflection on lost love in light of the Taranis connection; I know it's a straight couple but one of them is dead (fridged) so Destiny can acknowledge it now. If she isn't permanently dead, maybe then it's still against the rules, though, so there's that.

#destiny 2 #I'm trying to care #so much potential #just tossed #Ahsa versus Pyramid was right there #and they didn't even try #THEY JUST HAD HER GO BACK TO SLEEP #WE HAVE A KAIJU ON OUR SIDE IN THE FIGHT TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE #AND SHE IS NAPPING

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jessicas-pi · 4 months

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i've been pinwheeling between like 4 different projects and i need to just pick one and finish it, plz help

#polls #(one of these is an art and the other three are fics)

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nonaonann · 10 months

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Giving Some of my own Traits (and one of my siblings') to These Dorks Just cuz:

Dick Grayson

Has the urge to grab/buy anything blue (it's like a crow instantly getting their interest piqued by something shiny).

Puts Nesquik strawberry syrup and Nesquik banana milk powder into Fruity Pebbels, Lucky Charms, etc.

Will pour ungodly amounts of sugar into Cheerios and corn flakes (one of my little siblings does this and it's horrifying to watch).

Will unironically say "diddly darn" and "frickity frick frack".

Jason Todd

Has an insecurity about cartwheels (Dick told him to do one when he was still Robin, and then laughed at him, and Jason still doesn't know why).

Prefers to tea to coffee.

Made up his own writing system because he was paranoid of people reading his diary and finding out his secrets (he doesn't have a diary).

Cassandra Cain

Has disproportionately small hands (Tim and Steph tease her for it).

Never really looked at herself in the mirror too closely, and then did and realized she has a small collection of really faint freckles on her face (like, you wouldn't be able to see them unless you were five inches away from her face).

Will sit in corners in complete darkness, unintentionally (sorta) scaring whoever passes by when they realize she's there.

Stephanie Brown

Forgets about her moles, and then sees one and tries to scratch it off before realizing it's a mole and not dirt or something. (Recently discovered she has a mole under her ear.)

Will buy something just because it's purple (she's so like me fr).

Laughs in the middle of panic attacks and just says no to herself in the mirror.

Loves taking candid pictures of her friends and family. (Also the one who people go to take pictures and videos of them for things like social media because she WILL explore those angels and get low to the ground if need be.)

Timothy Drake

Somehow always gets holes in his socks (and is bullied relentlessly for it by the people who are supposed to be his siblings).

Asks the most random questions. (Once asked, "Do you think if we both simultaneously exploded randomly, our intestines would get tabgled?" while cuddling with someone.)

Found a random hex nut and put a string through it and wears it daily as a necklace.

The person people go to for photos, but in the way people go to JC Penny's for photos.

Duke Thomas

Will look at a tree and say, "Bob Ross would so love to paint a tree like that."

Shows movie trailers to his family and then says no when they ask if he wants to see the movie together with them.

Likes to deny the obvious and say something outlandish because he thinks it's funny. ("Are you making waffles?" "No, I'm dancing and seeing visions of scary roosters.")

Damian Wayne

Will take a single question about whatever comic he's reading right now as an opportunity to lore dump everything about it, from the first chapter to the most recent.

When he was younger and new to the manor, he would dig up worms and look under rocks for bugs.

He occasionally gets a favorite animal fact and shares it with everyone regardless of if they ask.

#dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #tim drake #timothy drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #batfamily

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omniblades-and-stars · 15 days

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🍌 🍓 🥭 🥥 peas for my ot3 (inonsi/nilea/lou) and korak because im rotating him rn

🍌~ What are your ocs weapon of choice and why? (if applicable).

Inonsi prefers lightweight pistols if she's going to have to use a weapon. She doesn't prefer getting into firefights or taking lives, though she's quite capable of both.

Nilea loves the M-99 Saber. "But Daisy!" You say, "that's a ridiculous fucking gun!" And to that I say shut up! It's a huge fuck off rifle for a tall and strong woman. Let her have her big fuck off rifle. (Yes this is just because I really love that gun in game, don't @ me.)

Lou carries an M5 Phalanx that she modified herself. It's lightweight, it's accurate and it just looks darn sexy strapped to her thigh don't you think?

Korak is a no guns guy. He's not strictly a pacifist, but he has never used a gun and never intends to use a gun.

🍓 ~ What item comforts your oc?

Inonsi I answered more in depth a little early, but the serious answer is a picture of her and Tertus.

Are spreadsheets considered an item for the purposes of this question? Nilea isn't really a comfort items kind of girl. But she does find organizing information and data entry a calming exercise.

Lou's comfort comes in the form of good food and some just downright terrible old harlequin style romance novels.

Korak's comfort comes in the prayers he says and also the insignia of Aumellio's regiment that he has from before the Reaper war.

🥭 ~ What person comforts your oc?

Inonsi doesn't currently have like ... a person. Unless I REALLY change some things in PtK (like putting Inonsi in this story at all). It was Tertus. She's not lonely though. She has friends, and finds a life of short, whirlwind romances and flings to be quite satisfying!

For Nilea prior to the events of PtK it is Yaeno. They're very good friends. Yaeno was there for Nilea when her mother died during the geth attack on the Citadel.

Lou's comfort person is her dad. Which is extremely very tragic considering what the whole premise of PtK. As I'm often saying, Sweet Baby Lou, I'm sorry for what I'm doing to you.

Korak's comfort person is his adopted daughter, Trisha, of course. ☺️

🥥 ~ What is your ocs favorite food?

Okay, I'm going to go with real human food that I can go eat right now because I don't have the brain juice for inventing alien cuisine.

Inonsi - Cotton candy.

Nilea - A good, well seasoned steak, rare, with a side of grilled vegetables and a good glass of red wine.

Lou - Bacon and waffles.

Korak - He wants the spiciest curry he can get his hands on please and thank you.

#this is my ask game tag now

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teacute · 5 days

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❝ feelings ❞ — a. tsumugi x f! reader

character(s) ! aoba tsumugi / fem! reader warning ! this is a one-sided so i'm putting angst since.. there's no happiness here /j note ! i'm not proud of this writing pls just-- i didn't proofread this okie

" you shouldn't sleep like this!! everyone would be worried heck and will think you're dead, mugi! " the female voice bombarded the supposedly quiet office when she saw tsumugi sleeping at his work station. she wanted to straight up choke him for doing something like this. leaving himself defenseless, in the middle of the night - what's more, in the office?! tsumugi was shocked due to the high pitched yelling that he woke up, baffled by the whole situation.

[name] then put both her hands on his shoulders and shook him. " why didn't you go back to the dormitory instead of sleeping here?! " she can't stop herself from screaming anymore. she asks to be forgiven if there's anyone other than the two of them in the office for screaming. tsumugi's eyes widen as wide as the saucer of his teacup. he sheepishly laughed, scratching his nape. [name] eyed him. almost as if she's glaring. shivers ran down his spine as he looked back at her.

" w-why, i didn't notice you were here [name]-chan.. " he nervously laughed as he finished. he could feel the intense glaring from the female.

she mockingly replied, " oh, how would you notice me when it's literally midnight and you're asleep in the office!! "

aoba mentally noted to himself not to make [name] angry again after this. she might really blow up the whole office sooner or later. aoba mumbled a small sorry as he knew she was just worried about him. the producer sighed heavily. " you know that your health is important right? please don't be careless as to be too overworking yourself... i don't want to see you falling sick.. " she mumbled the last few parts of the sentence.

tsumugi smiled before nodding. he wore his spectacle back before standing up from his work table. " well then, shall we go back? i might as well catch up on my sleep.. hehe.. " he scratched his cheek. the female oh-so-wanted-to-hug him the moment he looked so vulnerable when she walked in, however, looking at him right at the moment made her heart beat faster. to her, he's cute and she liked that part of him where he's very helpful.

she kept quiet while nodding her head and followed tsumugi out of the door to the elevator. inside the elevator, [name] noticed that tsumugi is swaying a bit so she pinched him on the cheek. " don't fall asleep on me, i don't wanna drag you to the dorm.. plus i can't enter seishou hall¹.. "

tsumugi chuckled as he tried to stay awake. when they reached the first floor, no one to be seen because it's already so late. however, they came fronting with niki. seems like he just got off from work too. " niki? it's late already.. the café just closed? " the female questioned, curious as to why niki is later than usual. niki just smiled as he chomps down on his waffle. he surely is hungry every damn second. " yweah.. jwust cwosed.. " his words were muffled as he was still eating. the female chuckled.

" well.. since you're going back to the dorm, right? please bring tsumugi and ensure him to sleep in his room. " tsumugi could sense the deadly aura around her as she smiled innocently. niki nodded and walked away. tsumugi turned to [name] saying his thanks before walking along with niki, leaving her in the darn main hall. she sighed, she bid goodbye to the guard and she slowly walked to her dorm that's not so far away.

" i know my feelings.. i know i liked you.. but it'll ruin your image as an idol.. "

" so.. until you've shined brightly, i'll continue to support you.. "

soft voice muttered in the cold tranquil night with the sound of footsteps against the cobblestone street.

closing note ! yipeee another ramble, another post, another day-- okay okay enough ✦ ¹ seishou hall - it's the name of their dormitories right?

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #teacute fem! y/n writings #tsumugi aoba #tsumugi aoba x reader #teacute wits #teacute writings #angst #is it even angst?#enstars x female reader #ensemble stars

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pretzelpizzapuppy · 1 year

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Silly doodle of the peepaw for @sonic-oc-showdown ! plus the oc questions thing under the read more :3

Name: Ignatius

Species: Domestic Cat

Home: He travels wherever the wind takes him!

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I think I just looked up like, old people names LOL I don’t remember for sure tho.

🧑‍🦳 How old are they?

He’s in his 60s!

💞 Do they have any love interests?

Ehh not anyone specifically! Might make him a husband eventually.

🥞 What is their favorite food?

Hmmm... Probably belgian waffles with far too many toppings.

💼 What do they do for a living?

He’s a freelance detective! Sort of. He’s supposed to be retired but it’s hard to keep him in place.

🏐 Do they have any hobbies?

He loves anything to do with puzzles! Puzzle games, actual puzzles, escape rooms, murder mystery media... He also enjoys beach sports like volleyball but it’s a bit hard on his body now. He also likes to bake and mix drinks. He’s a jack of all trades honestly, he’s quite restless.

🎯 What do they do best?

Solving mysteries of course! He’s also a pretty darn good cook, if you’ll allow him to toot his own horn.

🥊 What do they love? What do they hate?

His one true love is puzzles, if it’s not clear enough yet! He also loves the beach and relaxing in the sun! He dislikes dreary weather, feels it makes him far too serious and stern! He’s also not one for stuffy museums, he’d much rather be learning from communities themselves! He’s a very knowledge focused guy but enjoys the experience of learning from enthusiastic people rather than textbooks. He really enjoys watching older shows too! MASH and ST:TOS being among his favorites. Imagine those in the Sonic universe however you please LOL

📸 What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Hmm... really, he savors the feeling of helping people! Each and every person he’s helped is slotted into his brain like a polaroid!

✂️ What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Yeesh, he’s too old to dwell on these things! If he kept track of every failed case and the homophobia and ableism he’s had tossed his way in life he’d have no time for the things he enjoys!

🏚️ Is their current design their first one?

Sure is! I tend to stick with designs once I make them. Little changes may happen here and there to make them easier for me to draw but typically, my designs stay the same! His fur pattern might be choppy or smooth depending on the amount of time I want to put into drawing it though LOL

🧠 What originally inspired this OC?

Sara was drawing Sonic OCs and I hadn’t ever really put the time into making one. So I sat down, grabbed a pelt pattern I liked, and took a LOT from Benoit Blanc from Knives Out. Someone in the tags of his poll said he’s got Columbo energy but I haven’t actually watched it so I can’t say for sure whether he carries those traits or not. My favorite color is purple so it tends to sneak into my designs. I made him about a month before the Sonic Murder Mystery game hilariously enough.

🎬 What genre do they belong in?

Mystery of course! Maybe comedy/mystery?

🏳️‍🌈 What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Gay for sure, trans maybe? I haven’t decided for sure and I don’t think he’s the type to really care too much for labels for himself. He uses He/Him mostly but won’t go out of his way to correct people.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 How many siblings does your OC have?

I haven’t really thought about it honestly. I’ll probably give him a sister. Feels right.

🧑‍🍼 What is the OC’s relations w/their parents like?

Not great. He was outed in his late teens and they. Did not react well. He already had a rough time from his undiagnosed autism and it never really got better. He’d liked to have improved things with them but he just... never really got around to it.

💜 What do you like most about the OC?

I just think he’s a silly guy :) I am pretty happy with his design too! I’m quite proud of how my skills have improved in that aspect.

🖍️ How often do you draw/write about the OC?

This is honestly the most I’ve done since making him LOL I work a full time job and my brain is more focused on Warriors atm tbh

🔪 Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Oh absolutely not. I’m the type of guy who makes ocs for fun and to push them together like dolls! Maybe if I made him as a teen things would be different.

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Sort of? He’s got a lot of mental things going on about germs. Washes his hands a LOT and is very aware of just how much others don’t. Maybe snakes too since he’s a cat.

❤️‍🔥 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

His own mind if truly his greatest enemy tbh. Turns out that constantly being on alert for clues can make you a little paranoid.

⏱️ How long have you had the OC?

According to discord, since January 17th, 2023!

#sonic oc

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