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dumble doodle!
He plays tricks like this on the cat.
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thinking about Eddie and Steve's lockers being next to each other in high school and whenever he gets the chance, Eddie slips an anonymous love letter in Steve's locker so that the pretty boy thinks he has a secret admirer.
This goes on for a couple weeks. Eddie will slip a letter in Steve's locker and Steve will pull it out so gently, a smile tugging at his lips when he turns to Eddie to ask, "Munson, did you see who put this here?" And Eddie will just slam his locker shut and shrug.
"No, Harrington. Move." He'd shove past Steve, their shoulders brushing together, and he'd go about his day, ignoring the little voice in his head that tells him he has a crush on Steve fucking Harrington. Which is ridiculous, he hates Steve.
But then he starts to spend more time writing the letters. He starts to doodle little pictures of Steve on the back of the letter and he can't help the smile that breaks out on his face when Steve pulls it out of his locker and sees the drawings. "Oh my God, that's me!"
"It looks just as awful as the real you." Eddie says while peering over Steve's shoulder.
Steve jumps about 5 feet in the air and clutches the note to his chest. "Jesus, Munson, you need a bell or something." He flips the note over to read the writing, the little cursive letters had taken Eddie so long to get right. He couldn't write the note in his usual handwriting, everyone knows what his god awful handwriting looks like because the teacher shows it to the class as an example of what not to do. "Go away, you're ruining the best part of my day."
Eddie just nods dumbly and shuffles down the hallway. The notes are the best part of his day? Eddie pulls a piece of his hair in front of his face to hide his huge smile. God, he's screwed.
He writes the letters the whole time they are in school together and on Steve's last day of high school, he slips one final letter into his locker with a sigh. He's surprised no one has seen him do this over the years, he stopped being careful about it last year.
Steve opened his locker and carefully pulled the final letter out, a sad smile appearing on his face as he opened it and started to read. "Hmm."
"Hmm what, Harrington?" Eddie mused while pulling shit out of his locker. He knows exactly what caught Steve's attention.
He had signed the letter 'Love, E.' Instead of 'From anonymous.'
"Who do you know that starts with the letter E?" Steve was staring at the letter with a little frown, he turned it over to the back where Eddie had drawn a little graduation cap.
Eddie slammed his locker shut and pretended to think for a second, his heart hammering against his chest so hard it hurt. "Hmm... My name starts with an E." He said with a smirk, hoping Steve couldn't see how terrified he was.
Steve lifted his gaze to Eddie and he seemed to consider it for a moment before laughing. "Ha ha very funny, Munson." He said sarcastically as he shoved the letter in his front pocket. He pulled the rest of his stuff out of his locker and dumped it all unceremoniously into his backpack. "Well, see ya, Munson." And then he was gone.
"See ya, Steve."
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(i have posted the first chapter of the fic !! Here's the first chapter for anyone that wants to read it! )
#GOOD MORNING#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steveddie#this was a little long lmao#long post#steddielettersau
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congrats on 2k!! so happy to see such a talented writer get the recognition they deserve🤍🤍
can i request 5 gifts w/ charles?? ty and congrats again!
presents – cl16
genre: flufff, bit of angst, 2k celebration
Thank God for expensive cars—they barely make noise when they pull into the driveway of the house.
On nights where the bed’s emptiness is just a bit too painful to bear, your ears grow attuned to the silence so they can hear the car better. Because from then you can judge the rest of Charles’ synchronized routine—his shit parking, turning the key into the lock, heavy footsteps through the foyer and up the stairs, deliberate turning of the doorknob so he doesn’t wake you.
But he never does, because you’re never asleep. “Did I wake you?”
“Mmm, no,” you assure him, sitting up a little. He sports evidence of training, a bruise on his arm, extra stubble, a tighter fitting tee. He climbs into bed beside you holding a tiny box, rattles it so you can hear the chain shake inside.
“Good. I have a gift for you.”
“Can it wait?” You ask throatily. “I miss you.”
He looks perfect like this, you think, pretty and handsome and tired and yours. He is rarely yours in these triple headers, season peaks where neither of your schedules give. So you envelop him into a hug, the box is laid on the bedside table, and they’re both gone by the time you wake up to the sun.
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You were never one to accept presents, especially if they looked like they cost a month’s rent. Charles had given you a bracelet to commemorate your first year together, one that matched his.
“We agreed small gifts,” you’d said, jaw to the floor at the shiny object.
“It is… small.” He responded dumbly.
“Small, like…” you pull out your paper maché cat, which you painted to look like a Sauber driver. “Like this.”
So he’d kept the bracelet because you insisted, with all the love in the world, that you simply could not bear to wear it. Then he posted six pictures of your gift, claiming it was the best he’d ever gotten, pressing kisses all over your face.
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“Would you like a message on the card, Sir?”
“Oui, oui. Can you write, uh…”
Charles rifles through his journal, onto which he’s written every detail of his life. There are race stats, strategy comparisons, crude venn diagrams of plans, tic-tac-toe games on slow meetings with Carlos, long-winded spiels on life that evolve from French to Italian to English, dinner date reminders, interview scripts.
But none of those is what he’s looking for. He seeks something else, a line he’d written on the day you fell asleep hugging him, comforted by his arrival. He had to leave early that day, so he enjoyed your presence and spent time writing.
He spends a minute too long searching for it, but finds it eventually, sandwiched in between a doodle of Fred and Antonio. For all his trying, however, he later learns he miscalculated your checkout time, and the flowers never arrived on time for you to see them. He pictures the lilies, wilting alone, pictures the card you never got to unfold and read.
Thinking of you. I fall in love with you every time you walk into a room. Charles
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You meet his eyes across the table, and narrow yours in silent challenge.
“Woah!” He laughs, amused, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “What was that—” He mimics your challenging expression, eyes briefly flitting down to where he holds his Uno cards. The rest of the room watch idly as the game comes to an intense close.
“It was me telling you I have great cards,” you proclaim with a giggle. “Aaaand uno.”
The intense close is won by you, much to your opponent’s chagrin. It was an easy win, you state, I had a plus four and he handed it right to me. He finds you by the kitchen of the mansion chewing on a potato chip and extends a bottle of beer toward you, in a truce of sorts.
“Winners deserve a drink, no?” He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Consider it a gift. From me.”
“No, thanks. You already gifted me a win.”
“I just let you win,” he teases. “It was easy.”
“Was it?” You raise an eyebrow, and you both laugh. “All this talk, and I don’t even know my nemesis’ name.”
“Right, how rude,” he tsks, shaking your hand. It stays a bit too long, steals your words. “It’s Charles.”
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In the end, your relationship befell the same fate as the collection of gifts he’d never been able to get you to receive: it just didn’t work out.
But sometimes Charles revisits his piles of storage, picks out the florist’s business card or the winning Uno number he’d folded up and kept. He checks and rechecks boxes, wrappers, of gifts ungiven. And he goes to his trophy shelf, full of shiny metal and hard edges, and sees there, in front of them all, the Sauber driver paper maché cat.
And you sometimes go through pictures of the both of you, stare at your empty wrist and wonder what it would look like with a bracelet looped around it. You think of waiting, of the empty bed that’s now become the norm, the phone call from your hotel receptionist who asked if you wanted to return for the flowers that were sent late.
Both of you remember. Both of you look for the other.
But perhaps most of all, both of you hope there’s a life where gifts were received and love worked. Charles passes the freeway exit that leads to your house and wonders, for a second, if he should turn into it. You lay in bed, ears attuned, wondering if you’ll hear the sound of his car.
#f1#charles leclerc#leclsrc2000#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagines#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc smut#f1 x reader
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Soundwave Soulmate Prompt? You can see what your soulmate draw on their skin
Sorry this was super long lol!
TFP Soundwave X Reader Soulmate AU
Soundwave had thought for a long time that he would be forever alone. He’d watch as everyone else got small little marks on their plating that would fade in a matter of hours, while he had none.
He believed that some just never got soulmates- him included. So when after millions of years a small doodle appeared on his plating, he was shocked. He quickly made his way to his berthroom so no one else could see.
Once there he inspected the mark. It was a very-well drawn image of the Autobot’s insignia. He quickly felt irritation pull at his spark. Was his soulmate an Autobot? He hesitated for a moment before drawing a Decepticon symbol on his arm.
You were sitting in the Autobot’s base when you felt an odd sensation on your skin. You looked down to see a Decepticon symbol on your arm. It looked like someone had scratched your arm to make the symbol.
You yelped in fear and held your arm out like it was burned. Ratchet’s eyes quickly fell to you, being the only other in the base.
“What’s wrong?”
“The-there’s a thing on my arm.” He walked over and gently turned your arm over.
“You shouldn’t be drawing this on your arm.” He scowled.
“I-I didn’t! It just- just appeared there!”
Ratchet’s eyes immediately furrowed. While humans didn’t have the concept of sparkmates, Cybertronians certainly did. The fact a human could be affected stumped him.
“Did you draw anything on yourself?” He asked. You pointed dumbly to the Autobot symbol you had drawn on yourself a few minutes ago. His frown only deepened, realizing that your sparkmate must have been a Decepticon.
“What? What’s wrong?” You pleaded in fear. The other Autobots returned to the main hangar as you loudly interrogated Ratchet.
“I fear that you have a Sparkmate- which I didn’t know was possible for a human.”
“A what?” You demanded.
“A sparkmate?” Optimus questioned. “How is that possible?”
“I’ve never heard about this before.” Arcee commented.
“It must be a Decepticon, look at the markings!”
All of the bots began talking about it as you grew more panicked. You yelled out unintentionally. “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!”
All eyes fell on you with guilty looks. Optimus gently placed a few digits on your shoulder. “It appears you have a… sparkmate. It is what you humans would refer to as a ‘soulmate’. A sparkmate, however, is someone you are actually bound to- not just someone you feel an emotional pull to. Anything you draw on your skin will show up on your sparkmate. Before you, there has never been a recorded case of an organic and a Cybertronian being bonded before”
You sat dumbfounded. You looked at your skin where the Decepticon symbol was fading. “So, this is like. I don’t know. This is a Decepticon? That I’m bound to?”
Optimus nodded solemnly. “I think it may be best for you to refrain from drawing on yourself. We have no clue who you’re bonded to- and it may put you in danger. Many Decepticons have killed their sparkmates to prove their loyalty to Megatron.”
The fear on your face was obvious. When you went home, you could feel nothing but fear. What if they caught you? What if they killed you?
You were about to go to sleep when the odd sensation returned. On the inside of your hand, large letters appeared. They were foreign to you, being Cybertronian.
You tried to resist the urge to write something back, but you ended up putting a question mark on your wrist.
Soundwave had realized you were a human when the question mark arrived. He had always wondered why he didn’t have a sparkmate- and now he knew. He had no idea how to feel about it, either. So he went to the one person he could always confide in- Megatron.
“They’re human?” Megatron thought. Soundwave thought Megatron would laugh, but he instead seemed thoughtful. “I didn’t know something like that was possible. If you wish to collect them, I will not stop you.” Megatron patted his oldest friend on the shoulder who only tilted their head.
Megatron noticed their confusion. “This will not leave this room, understand?” Soundwave nodded his head. “I had a sparkmate. It was before the war when I met him in the mines.” Megatron’s face pulled into one of sadness- something he’d only seen once on his leader’s face. “We had spent a few million years together when they became one with the Allspark. Energon deficiency. The senators refused to give us the energon we needed to survive- only enough to keep us running. We tried to save him, but there was nothing anyone could do.” Megatron grabbed his shoulder once again and looked at him in his faceplate. “Your sparkmate is destined to be with you. Don’t let them slip through your digits- human or not. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Soundwave was shocked by the advice given to him by the warlord. He trusted his advice nonetheless, and began searching for you. He drew on his arm plating, a simple question.
You were at base again when you felt it. You looked down to your wrist to see a name written in English- Soundwave. Your face went pale when you realized just who your sparkmate was. You read all about him and the atrocities he’d committed. You felt your head grow light as you began to sway.
Bulkhead called out to you when he noticed you walking weirdly. You looked up at him with glossed over eyes and he just barely managed to catch you with a servo before you collapsed.
“Ratchet!” He yelled. Ratchet and the others immediately ran over. As Ratchet looked you over, he noticed the writing on your wrist. His face contorted in fear.
“What is it, old friend?” Optimus’ deep voice sounded from beside the medic.
Ratchet almost couldn’t get his words out. “Their sparkmate is… Soundwave.”
Concerned looks flashed on everyone’s faces. They knew just how brutal he could be- he was a gladiator before the war after all. “We must have surveillance on them at all times. If Soundwave is contacting them through their bond, it cannot be good.”
When you woke up, they explained everything. You couldn’t help the fear you felt at the idea of someone so terrifying trying to contact you. However, the messages left were oddly… sweet. He would often ask how your day was, or what your favorite color was. When you were at home you would write on yourself- and this went on for months.
You actually began to enjoy talking with the silent mech- just as much as Soundwave. He was actually really funny, but also awkward. He often talked about his son, Laserbeak (and whatever Laserbeak got into that day).
One day Soundwave asked you the question you’d been expecting for a while. “When can we meet?”
You bit your lip as you thought of it. You weren’t even sure if you should meet him. Despite everything in your brain telling you not to- that he was just leading you on or he was going to hurt you- you wrote back. “Tonight.”
You went out back to avoid being seen by Bulkhead. You looked back at his vehicle mode from the small hill you climbed up in guilt. You looked back over the hill, and made your decision.
You walked for a few miles. Your legs felt as if they were on fire. You plopped down onto the ground when you heard it- a quiet whooshing sound. You turned around to see an odd looking jet coming your way.
A Decepticon transformed midway and flipped to the ground, landing on his two pedes. You looked at him, and made eye-visor contact. He was beautiful- from his frame to his purple glowing biolights. He, too, thought you were beautiful.
You both took a step towards each other. Before you could say anything, he scooped you up. You both only looked at each other as he held you close to his visor- and it just clicked. It felt right to be in his hand.
Before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “I love you, Soundwave.”
Soundwave pressed his faceplate against yours, signaling his love for you too. With that he whisked you away back to the Nemesis. For now, you’d keep your new-found relationship secret from the Autobots- but that would only last for so long.
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"rook, what the hell." ~ epel, 2023
SUMMARY: Flirty MC and Epel where rook is trying to “help” Epel and MC get together in weird ways.
CHARACTER: Epel Felmier.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: ROOK WOULD BE THE WORST WINGMAN. DONT LET HIM.
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“You’re the apple of my eye.” you whispered, elbowing the boy beside you as he tried to focus on Trein’s lecture.
Epel flushed as he shot a glare your way, pretty lips pursed in a pout. You snickered as you turned back to the board, scribbling down some notes so it looked like you were paying attention. You peeled off a purple sticky note from your stack on them and began to write him a note. Elbowing Epel again, you stuck the sticky note to his cheek the second Trein turned around. He shot you another warning look as he peeled it off of his face, reading the little message you’d left for him.
You’re cute, might fall for you later.
With a doodle of an apple tree.
“Who has been putting you up to this?” Epel hissed, sticking the note to your arm as payback, “Tell them they need to cut it out.”
“Aww, Rook said that one would work.” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest dramatically.
“Rook?!” Epel whisper-yelled, brow furrowing in annoyance, “Tell him to stay out of my business! Why is he making you flirt with me?!”
“Oh, I’m doing that of my own accord. Rook just decided to help me, since you’re so dense.” you confessed, shrugging your shoulders.
“What?” he blinked dumbly, brain lagging as he processed this new information, “Wait, you’ve been flirting with me? Are you lying?”
“Why would I be lying?” you sighed, shaking your head.
“They aren’t lying, Monsieur Pommette.” Rook crooned, poking his head between the two of you, “Trickster, try this method next. When Epel leaves the classroom, you are going to wait til he’s alone, and then pounce. Pin him against the wall and viola! Très bien, très bien!”
“Don’t discuss how to flirt with me in class! And you!” Epel pointed an accusatory finger at you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, “Don’t you even think about pinning me against any wall!”
“Epel Felmier. Rook Hunt. Do you have something to share with the class?” Trein called out, voice stern.
You felt everyone’s eyes turn to the three of you, and just when you thought Epel couldn’t get any redder, he did.
#auburn's fics <3#drabbles <3#epel felmier x reader#epel x reader#twst epel x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#disney twst x reader#twst x reader#epel felmier fluff
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Rin had you sprawled out on the expensive boucle couch he helped you pick out when the house was still being built. He gave mercy on your thighs, his usual iron grip replaced with feathery fingers gently keeping your legs spread, one hand caressing the soft skin of your leg, the other splayed across your mound with a skilled thumb teasing your clit back and forth. Soft, breathy moans bleed from your spit glossed lips, lifting your hips a little of the seat, his head that rests on your other thigh follows the movement.
“Please Rin, pleasepleaseplease, more baby, I want you so bad,” you couldn’t help but to be a pathetic, desperate mess even though he was barely toying with you. It was just already too much and not enough at the same time. You finally had your closest, most dear friend right where you wanted him.
Rin’s so fucking lost in your dripping cunt he can barely make sense of your pleas, but the better, more intuned half of him takes hold of your words and musters a reply. “I know you fucking do, hang on, honey, I’m getting to it.” He chuckles, so damn cocky, and you can’t stop the smile from taking over your face. Any type of laughter he ever grants you is a gift, something he really only reserves for you. His lips place a wet smack near the crevice of your thighs, so close yet still so far away from where you need him the most.
He runs a shaky hand through his hair, before bringing it up to cup the underside of your breasts. “You had me drooling like a fuckin’ dog,” he begins, meanly twisting one of your nipples, trying to catch his breath and not look pathetic, “before I even had your panties off, so I’m gonna make sure you’re begging and crying until I give this pretty little pussy what she wants, you understand me?” Keeping his dominance, he spanks your cunt once, then twice, earning a high pitched whine from you.
You dumbly nod your head, “Yes, sir!!” The words leave you much too quickly for your liking, trying so hard to keep your regular cool composure, but let’s be honest, that went out the fucking window as soon as he gave you the right wrong look.
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Hehehehehehehe I’m drunk n high I literally just wrote this in ur ask box lmfaoooo, I love writing under the influence it’s so nice 🤩 question/ statement: I totally think Rin would be a stoner if his gf was, like he can’t NOT participate with you when u get even more giggly and touchy than usual….thoughts? Luv uuuuuuu :D ‼️‼️ 🧋
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD MY TOES ARE CURLING MY HEART IS POUNDING I'M SPEECHLESS HELP MEEEEEE omg I cannot wait for the full fic I'm DYING
also the fact that you wrote this in my ask box is making me think of when you'd let a friend doodle on your arm during class 😭😭 so cute
I'm so in love with this man and you're FUELLING ME LIKE CRAAAAZY omg thank you so much for the food.
In regards to Rin smoking I think obviously it depends on the AU or circumstance or whatever but whenever I think of Rin having a girlfriend I like to think he's really possessive and controlling. (This is very specific to me and my desires so please take with a pinch of salt). But I don't think he's a smoker and I think he'd actually be very against it and demand you not to smoke either. I like the idea of him punishing you for disobeying too 😏😏😏 I just think him and Sae are from a quite well to do family and I think he takes his career as a footballer too seriously to dabble in smoking.
Anyway that's just one scenario, obviously skater boy loser boy stoner boy would be way more into it than my iteration!
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masterpiece
so mun x reader
➳summary: things mun does when he doesn’t want to study
➳warnings: takes place before season 2
➳word count: 1k
➳a/n: shoutout to @slytherinshua for writing something with a similar concept haha we share the same artist so mun brain rot
It’s been hours since the two of you first started this study date but what preoccupies Mun’s mind hardly concerns studying.
The ice in the drinks you bought when you first entered this café are well melted at this point which leave puddles of water around your cup that make you wary of your notes and textbooks surrounding it but Mun couldn’t care less. His notebook hardly has any writing on it, just scrawls and messy strike throughs over incorrect calculations, so it was no real loss to him if it gets ruined.
Initially he wasn’t this out of it; at the beginning he dove head first into his work, eagerly reading each line of his textbook. However, with every answer striked through with red pen, the words in his textbook began to lose meaning and Mun’s attention span dwindled, preferring to doodle in the margins of his pages. Eventually, he focuses his gaze to the opposite side of the table, satisfied with just watching you work on practice questions rather than actually doing them.
Mun finds everything you do incredibly adorable. From the way your lips purse when you’re struggling to understand what you’re reading to how you’d idly spin your pen across your knuckles, the boy wishes he could commit them to memory.
His hands begin moving before Mun realises it - already having drawn the guidelines for where your features should be when he looks down at his page. Diligently, he sketches you out and tries to capture every detail he could see. Mun was so invested in this drawing, eyes flickering occasionally to you then back to his page to ensure everything was correct, that he didn’t even hear you calling out to him.
“-un-ah! So Mun, are you even listening to me?” You call, even gently prodding his shin with your foot underneath the table to get his attention. When Mun finally notices, he looked up to you like a deer in the headlights which makes you sigh.
“C’mon, Mun-ah! Are you even trying?” You complain. You pout slightly which makes Mun smile a bit - even when you’re angry at him, you’re still cute.
“I am, I am!” He responds defensively.
“Then what did you get for question 6?”
“Uhhh-“ Mun dumbly replies looking down at his notes only to come face to face with his sketch of you. His his eyes widen and scrambles to flip over his notebook to the next page, obscuring itfrom your eyesight.
“Ah- I think I got stuck so I skipped it.” He lies with a sheepish grin. “Could you talk me through it?”
You frown but help him nonetheless, leaning over and showing Mun your book and begin to read out the question. He mentally celebrates at managing to avoid an awkward scenario but quickly turns his attention to you and listens to what you’re saying.
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For the most part, he forgets all about the drawing until he’s once again in a similar situation. This time, you’re shoulder to shoulder next to Mun at his desk, talking through a problem on a worksheet.
“You seriously don’t know? But we covered this last time!”
The aforementioned boy winces at your scolding but stays silent, having nothing to say after remembering all the things he did (or more like the things he didn’t do) during your last study date. Pathetically, he gives a shrug that elicits a long sigh from you.
It’s hard for you to not get mad at him since it’s difficult to progress when Mun doesn’t pay attention but regardless, you refrain from any more harsh comments - he was only doing this because you asked (in typical kind So Mun fashion) so you feel it would be unfair if you begin to berate him when he’s already doing you a favour.
“What did you write last time?” You ask while picking up his notebook from the table, flipping through the pages only to find them almost blank. “Mun-ah, these doodles are nice but is this what you were doing when I…”
“W-wait-“ Mun says hurriedly, aware that the notebook had that drawing of you in it. He reaches over to snatch it back but from the way you’d stop turning the pages and trail off, it was already too late.
You quietly gasp before looking at the nervous boy then back to the page, not believing your eyes. Was this from-? When did he-?
“Is this…me?” You wonder out loud. Mun yelps and attempts to take the notebook but you move from his reach, still entranced by the page.
“Ah- I’m really sorry! You must think that it’s creepy or - but-!” He stumbles, tongue tied as his brain malfunctions and ears start to glow red.
Finally putting the book down, you look at Mun and smile endearingly at him. You hardly saw Mun this flustered but that made him even more adorable than he already was.
“It’s okay. I like it. Love it, even.” You assure him. “Though, I think you made me too pretty.”
“There’s no way!” Mun retaliates immediately, like a light switch in him turning on and he suddenly forgets his embarrassment. “Nothing I’ve tried to draw does you justice, I don’t have the skill for it!”
“So that means you’ve drawn me more than just this time?” You laugh out as you notice the way his face flushes when he realises he’d unintentionally exposed himself again. You giggle at his expression, making him pout.
“Are you sure you’re not weirded out by it?” Mun insists, turning to you hesitantly. You nod and take his hand to hold it in your own, giving it a squeeze.
“I’m very happy.” You say to him. “I’m happy that you wanted to draw me in the first place, and even more happy that you drew it so well so there’s nothing to be worried about!”
At this, Mun relaxes slightly and scoots closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder.
“Sorry about not telling you about them. And wasting your time when I didn’t study like I was supposed to.”
“Stop apologising.” You lean your head on top of his, nuzzling his curly hair.
There’s never a dull moment with Mun around. That’s why you invite Mun to these study dates even when you know that he’s hopeless at it.
But right now, exams and grades are hardly the first thing on your mind as you soak up Mun’s presence like plant in sunlight.
bonus: pics I was considering using but they were from season 2 :(
#the uncanny counter#the uncanny counter x reader#the uncanny counter fic#so mun#so mun x reader#kdrama#kdrama fic#kdrama x reader#own works
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pairing: kageyama x gn! reader
word count: 571 words
genre: fluff
content warnings: none, just pure fluff
a/n: i got this idea like a week ago when listening to bad romance of all things.
“your homework for this weekend is to finish the rest of the problems on this exercise. class dismissed.”
the classroom fills with the sounds of groans and chatter the instant the door closes. you wave a little goodbye to your seat-mate kageyama as he, like a few others, leaves the room almost immediately to use the washroom, grab a snack or drink, or move to their next classes.
you let out a sigh as you close your books. this weekend was turning out to be another boring one, with just stupid math problems and the rest of your english paper to keep you company. you stretched for a quick second before you spot something in your periphery.
a sheet of paper on the floor near his desk with some writing on it.
now, you weren’t normally the type to snoop on someone’s personal belongings, but you had to see if he needed it since his other things were already with him. so, you squint at it, hoping to see some math formula and hoping to catch a few more minutes with him.
no equations on the paper. instead, the entire sheet was doodled on. little lopsided hearts, flowers with surprisingly intricate leaves and scribbles of both your names littered the page, alongside the occasional number.
you let out a gasp, warmth rushing into your cheeks. you quickly pull up the paper, looking through it for a second time, praying you weren’t hallucinating. “right,” you said after pinching your hand, your voice oddly high-pitched. you took in a shaky breath, trying to calm your pounding heart. “right.”
you giggle as kageyama lets out a noise of surprise as you tapped on his shoulder. knowing kageyama, you had reasoned that he’d be at the vending machines.
“fancy seeing you here, seat-mate,” you smile cheekily at him. you hope that that would mask some of the color probably still on your face.
kageyama narrows his eyes slightly. “you followed me here.”
you roll your eyes at him, your left arm moving in a dismissive gesture, “to-may-to, to-mah-to. anyway, a little birdie told me something very interesting.”
“birds ca-“ he cut himself off instantly, frowning. “(name), what are you talking about?”
“w-well,” you start, “it may have something to do with you. and your heart.” you see him cock his head, confused.
“my… heart?”
the light pink on his face increases in brightness. you take that as a confirmation of your suspicions, “i’ll get straight to it. do you have a crush on me?”
“h-h-how did y-you-“
you present the sheet of paper, now neatly folded. recognition paints his face a bright shade of red as his eyes widen beyond belief and he’s frozen in place. you pick up his hand for him and close his fingers around the paper now in his hands. he involuntarily shivers as you gently graze your thumb over his palm.
“i’d… read that soon if i were you,” you whisper. you watch as kageyama finally moves his gaze away from his fingers, onto you, before quickly turning to face anywhere but you as he nods dumbly. you internally coo at how absolutely adorable he looks with his big blue eyes and scarlet face and ears.
his shock makes it easier for you as you pull him towards you, until your lips and his ears are at level. “if any of that didn’t make it clear, i like you.”
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13 just playing the part — i’m kinkshaming you !
scaramouche x g!n reader
You hurriedly threw open the cafe’s door, awkwardly making your way up to the counter and ringing the bell. The cafe seemed to be busy as usual, with students pretending to study in one corner and awkward first dates in the other.
“Oh, it’s you,” a familiar voice sighs.
You look up from where you were rustling around for your wallet when you see the very face of your demise.
“Since when did you work here,” you ask, eyeing him in his fitting apron and dress shirt, “We have to get to rehearsal soon.”
“Yeah, I was about to leave but then you rang the bell. Maybe I should just ignore you,” Scara scoffs, resting his hand on his palm and leaning forward on the counter, “Unless you’re still crying over getting a second lead?”
“I’m over it,” you huff, squinting at the menu behind him, the prices made your cheap college self internally wince. But you deserved it after procrastinating all weekend on annotating your script.
“Hurry up and order,” Scara sighs, spinning a pen between his fingers.
“What do you recommend?” you muse.
“Black coffee,” Scara deadpans.
You stare at him.
“This explains why you are the way you are,” you mutter, “Just give me today’s special.”
“Tch,” he sighs, signing a cup and ringing you up.
You slide to the other side of counter and watch as he makes you your drink. You eye him as he rolls up his sleeves, showcasing his arms, as he seamlessly pours your drink.
He slides it over to you, ignoring your hand with your outstretched card.
“I’m not in the mood to use the machine,” he grumbles, untying his apron.
You continue to wave your card, “I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”
“Take it, maybe you’ll stop complaining about getting a second lead,” he says, leaving the counter and grabbing his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and gesturing for you to move.
You awkwardly put the card back into your pocket and leave the cafe, taking a tentative sip of your drink. The hot liquid burning your tongue, causing you to hastily pull it away. Maybe the free drink was because he felt bad for you.
You turn the cup to see the doodle he did on it reading Idiot :) scrawled onto it, making you shake your head.
“Are you following me?” you question, turning around to see Scaramouche look up from his phone from behind you, pulling an airpod out of his ear to hear what you said.
“No, dumbass, we’re going to the same place,” he scoffs, catching up with you, “You’re so self centered if you think I’d follow behind you.”
“Oh,” you dumbly say, taking another sip from your latte and immediately wincing at the heat. You really were out of it.
He stays by your side for the rest of the walk, but he puts his headphones back in and doesn’t say anything. Which is fine, since you didn’t want to talk to him anyway. You wouldn’t know what to say.
He beats you to the front door of the auditorium and props it open, pushing you in first by your backpack and following you inside. You stumble a bit, making sure your latte doesn’t spill, before making your way in.
“So, I want you to practice your first few scenes together on your own,” Lisa explains, bringing you both into a private room, gesturing to the loveseat the university used for a past production.
You both get seated on it, as far as you can from each other, but Lisa shakes her head at you.
“Not close enough,” she muses, making a gesture with her hands, “Not for the exercise we’re going to do.”
You both share a look and reluctantly bring yourselves closer until your thighs are barely touching.
Lisa goes to the back of the room, flipping open a cardboard box and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Seems you three were in the prop room.
“I’m going to lock your hands together for the rest of rehearsal, so if you both need to use the bathroom now would be the time,” she grins, dangling the handcuffs tauntingly.
“Excuse me?” Scaramouche states, “What’s the point of that if we’re already sitting together?”
“You’ll be in close proximity for most of your scenes, you need to at least learn to tolerate one another’s presence for quite some time. Actors in the real world have to adapt and work with people they don’t get along with,” Lisa explains, latching the handcuff onto your left wrist and his right.
You swallow at the closeness, this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to holding hands with another boy. Quite a pathetic love life.
“I have to tend to the other students, go over Act One together,” Lisa instructs, leaving the room and shutting the door, she gives you two a little wave through the window before leaving.
“What a lunatic,” Scaramouche sighs, flipping through the script with one hand.
You squirm around, doing the same, but your mind is elsewhere.
Scaramouche eyes you.
“Don’t tell me the latte finally caught up with you,” he says, “Don’t piss yourself.”
“I’m fine,” you wave off, you weren’t about to go to the restroom with him right outside the door. You still had a shred of dignity.
“Let’s just do the first scene,” he offers, clearing his throat.
“Alright then,” you comply, trying to get into character.
just playing the part !
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thoma is scaramouche’s manager and he’s really laidback ^-^
scara has been working there for almost a year and he HATES IT customers always complain he glares at them too much but scara makes the best espressos so thoma can’t let him go
also because he attracts a lot of customers by being the campus heartthrob everyone is too nervous to pursue
kazuha, xiao, venti, and albedo are all at the first table reading which is why they mention how scara is getting away with it
ik all of you would jump at the chance to be handcuffed to scaramouche so you guys can’t relate to y/n when they say they don’t want to 😔
scara: *making eye contact with you as he chugs water* bet you really have to go rn huh
xiaoae are not official yet 🪦
synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?
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author’s note: just finished an exam 👍 i have another one coming up when will it end >_< pls lmk ur thoughts in the comments, rbs, or asks,, it give me motive to post more 🙏
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some joker and batman on school whiteboard :o)
the red marker is @dumbly-doodles-mp4 . the blue marker is me
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ONE OF THEM [PART 3]
-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.
-> eddie munson x you (she/her)
-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst
-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]
[Part 3] [Part 4]
This is a sequel to One of the Boys
-> <-
“This is a thing,” Robin nudges you in the side as you walk side by side down the bustling school hallway. “You’re not just fooling around, are you?”
She hasn’t let you and Eddie leave her mind all morning. Hell, you've been dreaming about him for years, and now you're - you're what? Robin has been pressing for an answer all morning.
“Robin,” you stop in front of the cafeteria. “Are you going to be able to keep this quiet?”
“For you,” she says. “Anything. But, tell me?”
You sigh. “Eddie and I kissed on Friday. He took me out on Saturday, and on Sunday he took me out to sight see.”
“See what?” Robin suggests.
“We haven’t done that yet.”
“You’ve crossed some lines though, right?” She pries at your locked lip.
Robin catches you, as you stumble back a few feet. Twisting around, Jason’s got a smug smirk decorating that ugly mug of his.
“You’re in my way,” he says plainly.
You huff out some lame retort like, “you don’t own the halls.”
“I heard,” his steaming breath hits your face when his eyes level with yours. “Roxie’s looking for you.”
“Why?” You ask dumbly.
Jason licks his lips and says, “Well, you know how rumors start. I heard that you were giving the freak a handy in the parking lot.”
Another rumor swirling in the hallways like a disease. It never ends in this school. Yet, your stomach drops in your butt.
“Oh,” he tuts. “And where would she get such a story like that? Here’s the thing toots, I’d never hit a woman. I guess that means I got to find someone who will.”
“Eat shit,” Robin shoves him away from you.
Jason balls his fists at his sides until his knuckles appear white. Not backing down, Robin argues her way into getting him to leave both of you alone. Swearing and snarling, Jason tucks his tail between his legs and falls back to searching for his posse. They’re nothing without each other.
Staring into the stucco before you, you count the ridges of each uneven piece. You’re familiarizing yourself with the texture since that’s where your head will be on display, as a warning to Roxie’s future foes.
Robin drags you along with a, “Come on.”
As of recently, you’ve been sitting with Robin at her table of misfits at lunchtime. No one minds having you around, especially since the band is about in equal status as the ‘Hellfire Club’ table that you’re usually apart of. At least they’ll get a decent picture in the year book, and they won’t be completely doodled over.
Your belly growls, and Robin passes on half of a sandwich to you.
“‘Pretty sure it’s Steve’s lunch,” she senses your apprehension. “Just don’t tell Steve I failed that quiz this morning.”
“Deal,” you dig your hands into the soggy bread.
Steve and Robin - they’re friends or something of the like. You’ve never understood their dynamic, but maybe that’s because of the situation that you and Eddie find yourselves in. Someone always ends up falling for someone in the end, don’t they?”
“What’s the deal with you and Steve?” You ask the age old question.
Robin pulls a piece of lettuce from between the crushed buns. Before giving you somewhat of an answer, she cocks her head at an angle that suggests you’ve asked one too many times.
“We’re friends,” she blinks lazily at you.
“He looks like a nice guy,” you push.
She flings the soggy lettuce back into the bag it came from, “if he’s so nice, then why don’t you date him?”
Touché.
The chatter becomes everyday. Robin asks if you’re swinging by Family Video later, also implying that you might be too busy with other extra curricular activities. No, Eddie is scoring himself time to practice with his band after school today. You’re invited to watch, but you’re keeping your distance still. He’s hurt you won’t come, but he tries not to let on despite the gloomy puppy dog eyes.
Soon enough, Eddie swings into the cafeteria like a monkey on a vine. His friends welcome him with a round of ‘hoo-rah!’ and various shouts that disrupt the average conversation. You’re staring for too long when Tommy Paterson begins making kissing faces with his thin chapped lips. He receives his outstanding award - a high five from Jason across the table.
“Ignore them,” Robin says to you.
You sink down into your seat in hopes to become invisible then. Their fake love spell turns into mocking snickers.
They’re a bunch of Neanderthals with no sense of self worth or the world around them. Surely, they’d combust if Jason didn’t drag them around by a leash. Especially, Tommy who breathed the same air as Jason did.
You’re thrown into orbit. Roxie’s palm slams into the lunchroom table. Here she is. There you are. And, now you’re sentenced to death. You’re sure.
Daring to look the executioner in the eye, Roxie has a softer glint about her than you’re used too. She’s toying with a silver chain around her neck coupled with a ‘R’ pendent.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’m sorry.”
What?!
“Okay,” you’re petrified that if you blink then she’ll take one of those sharp finger nails and poke you right in the eye.
Roxie commands the attention of the entire lunchroom. People bend to her. So, even when she aims herself at Robin, Robin does shimmy away at the thought of being sat upon.
“Some of my girlfriends and I are getting together for a sleepover on Friday night,” she explains as Robin weasels her way in to pinch the edges of the paper wrapping her sandwich came in and nudges it closer to her. Roxie ignores this, and continues. “You should come!”
“Er,” you’re hoping to spend Friday with Eddie because he’s got a date planned.
“Listen,” she grabs your hand in hers. “I got the wrong message from Eddie. Maybe I did want something more, and he didn’t. So, what? Right?”
“Right,” you’re in a loop of one word answers, and you’re still afraid you might blow the lid to this teapot and suddenly boiling water is burning your skin.
“You can come too, Robin,” she suggests, while Robin is mid-bite into her sandwich. Her cheeks are swollen like a chipmunk.
You want to bow out, but with the second half of your brain stuffed with bread and cheese (Robin is about to choke herself trying to swallow the sandwich in time to rescue you), you’re stuck trembling at the girl like she’s got the gun to your head. There has to be a catch. She’s going to superglue your eyes shut when you fall asleep! Tie you to a train! Or, use her secret connections with the Russian government to send you to the moon!
You’re sure one of those three is right.
“If it was any other night, I’d love to go,” you babble trying to buy time to search the files in your brain for an excuse. “But, I’ve got to-,”
“We’re doing a horror movie marathon,” Robin says through the last swallow. “Mhm- lot’s of gore and monsters.”
“Actually, that’s perfect,” Roxie claps. “Why don’t you come over with your favorites? I’m sure the girls wouldn’t mind getting spooked.”
“Of course they wouldn’t,” you mutter to yourself.
Roxie doesn’t hear this, and instead awaits for your answer that you simply cannot refuse.
“Friday,” you confirm.
She claps. “Seven o’clock! See you there!”
Raven hair swings like a waterfall. She floats and flutters away until she happens across a group of loners in need of their leader. That’s how Roxie works after all. She kept herself busy with as many people as possible. Somehow you’re roped in as well.
“We cannot go,” you tell Robin.
She shrugs. “Could be fun.”
“Could be fun?” You tug at the ends of your hair. A habit you picked up as a child, and never quite grew out of. “She’s planning something.”
“What’s the worst that Roxie could do?”
“I don’t know,” your tone is laced in sarcasm. “Steak me with a kitchen knife!”
“Too many witnesses,” Robin assures. “Even if she does, at least it’ll be on theme.”
Right.
“Horror movies?!” You scoff. “She screwed Eddie. You think she’s not into horror flicks?!”
“What would you have said?”
“I-,” good question. “That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” Robin asks you directly. “The way I see this is that maybe she is trying to make peace.”
Maybe Robin is right. You’re far too paranoid for your own good sometimes. Actually, you prefer the term cautious to paranoid. Roxie acts emotionally sometimes, but the people she hangs around tend to be harmless. But, then again, the cheerleaders love her, and they hate Eddie equally if not more. They could wring out what they want to know like a court of law, and sign your death penalty.
Again, you’re cautious.
“I’ll go,” you decide. “But, only if you come with me.”
Robin doesn’t take a minute to think about it. She wouldn’t send her friend into the lions den without a sword to protect you. Not that Robin is great defense, but she’ll be there chewed up and spit out with you.
You catch Eddie’s eye across the cafeteria. Curious. Full of wonder.
Eddie’s gone out in space wondering what your conversation with Roxie was about. Earlier, she crept up on him like a black widow. She apologized for throwing her shoes at him. This sort of apology from a girl like her only meant that she was screwing Jason in passing again. Yeah, Carver is a douche. Eddie feels some guilt towards his girlfriend, Chrissy, who is the only person that doesn’t know or perhaps doesn’t acknowledge her partner’s lack of faith in their relationship.
“Munson,” Gareth snaps his fingers in his friend’s face.
Gareth is taken aback when Eddie hums softly instead of getting that piercing eye stare that glosses over when anyone interrupts his thinking. Don’t get him twisted, Eddie’s great - he’s just intense.
Dustin catches this too, “you feeling okay, man?”
“I’m great,” Eddie picks between the peas and carrots on the food tray in front of him. “What’s up?”
“Can we reschedule the campaign to next Friday? I have a project in English that’s due on Monday,” Dustin tests Eddie’s patience. He knows how vital Eddie’s campaigns are.
“Sure, man,” you‘ve thrown your wrappers away in the trash. “I’ll see you guys later.”
In Eddie’s daydream, he doesn’t catch onto the strange looks coming from his friends. He’s taken step after step following after you. You’re headed to the library where he always catches you in your free time. Fond memories of him picking books out from the shelves, and asking if you’ve read them yet. Yet. Because he knows you will read them, he reads them ahead of you so that you’ll have something to talk about. Even if they’re complicated, and Eddie can’t pronounce all of the words, he treats what you and he had like a silly little book club. You’ll teach him all of the metaphors, and the hidden messages that he’s missing.
You’re dropping your backpack on an empty table in the library when a pair of strong hands snake across your waist and warming your belly.
“Eddie,” your cut off by his lips pressing against yours when you turn around. Mumbling his name again, Eddie pulls away.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look in that outfit, today?” He catches the fabric of your old t-shirt.
“I was running late,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“No,” his fingers find their way under the back of your shirt and resting at the base of your spine. “I mean it. You look really sexy.”
How long would it take for you to get used to him calling you sexy? Judging by the weakness in your bones today is not the day.
“Eddie,” you warn. “We’re in a public school library. Do you want to get us in trouble?”
“Oh, but it would be so worth it,” he breathes hot against your mouth, then kisses along your cheek softly and onto the lobe of your ear.
At least the spot you’ve chosen is far away enough from the front desk, where Mrs. Brown can’t see you being fondled dangerously close to crossing every boundary and breaking every rule.
“Eddie,” you say more seriously. “Eddie.”
“I do love hearing my name coming from those pretty little lips,” he backs off. “So, what’s got you in the library today?”
“Ah,” you pluck your textbook from your backpack. “Studying.”
He groans.
“You should try it sometime,” you tease.
“Har-har,” he pulls out the chair next to you. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” you would pull a million dollars out of thin air for him with those puppy dog eyes he pulls.
“What was Roxie talking to you about?” He wonders.
“Oh,” you snort. “Get this. She wants me to come to a sleepover.”
“A sleepover?” Eddie’s as astonished as you are. “What for?”
“Girls night,” you organize your papers, and your books. “She even apologized to me.”
“Apologized?” He’s as bad as a parrot. Shock reads clear across his alabaster skin.
“Robin’s coming too,” you skim the next part over like ripping a band-aid off. “It’s at seven on Friday.”
“Wait,” he shimmies himself out of shock. “I was going to take you out on Friday. We could go bowling.”
“Bowling,” your face screws.
“Or- not-,”
“No!” You fix a smile together. “Bowling sounds great, but I wonder if we could put it off? This might be a really good opportunity to smooth things over with Roxie.”
“Oh, God.”
“Don’t worry,” you giggle at the thought. “There’s nothing she knows about you that I don’t- erm-.”
You’re blushing. Eyes wide open. ‘Got you rethinking about what you and Robin were discussing earlier. Hot and heavy as your relationship is, you haven’t gotten there yet.
Taking your hand in his, Eddie strokes along the lines of your palm. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. Or, maybe there’s a looming fear that if the relationship ends that you and he will become even closer friends. If the two of you- when the two of you cross that bridge, you’ll be somewhere new. No map. No directions. You’ll trust the road to be smooth.
“We can reschedule bowling,” Eddie half jokes just to press the conversation along.
“Bowling,” you snort.
What other things does he have planned?
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#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#eddie munson preference#stranger things fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic
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Hey, y’know how this is Thursday and I was in front of my computer staring dumbly at my mailbox like. Where is STTS ??? I NEED BLORBO ANGST WHERE ARE THEY ?????
And then I remembered that it updated on Monday now. Still. Have some doodles.
Donovan and Mechanism!Elias belong to @therealandian in his fic Search Through The Stars ! Go read its good !
#still havent gotten around to draw elias in his dress#im too destroyed by the last chapter#but hey look at them. arent they cute#my art#mike draws#max draws tma#tma#the magnus archives#redeath stts#search through the stars#donovan stts#mechanism!elias#mechanism elias#fic#tma fic
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I “accidentally” invaded the amazing digital circus fandom and now I’m going to infest it with my coping mechanism MWAHAHA
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Saying Sorry
[946 words] [vomit warning]
“Ragatha… I-“ She hesitated, arm paused as her fingers curled towards the rag doll girl. A sense of dread and guilt stopped Pomni, as she found herself gaping for words that weren’t there, “I’m-“ the sorry felt heavy on her tongue. Pomni knew she messed up, had abandoned the girl in need, favouring her own escape. She thought it was all a dream! Anyone would do the same!-
Excuses were just… excuses. Pomni had to be brave in the face of overwhelming guilt.
Ragatha was gone.
“Raga-“ Pomni spotted the redhead over behind a cartoonishly large children’s block. She rushed over, reaching out again. With all the might in her she burst out, “I’m-“
The doll lit up, an aura of translucent energy around her form, which was increasingly shrinking by the second. Pomni panicked, “Oh no- not another thing! I- w-“
Ragatha, who was now comfortably settled about the size of Pomni’s finger, sat up and stared at Pomni. She looked shy, but spoke out, “I know you’re sorry. It’s okay! Things happen, you were in danger.”
No, Pomni wanted to apologize, “I should’ve saved you, or, maybe not, or maybe I’m dreaming after all and I’m about to wake up with some profound outlook on like and all of this will be-“ she caught herself, “eh, sorry, I… I wish I was there for you, Ragatha.”
The doll smiled, appreciation filling her tiny chest.
Pomni used a palm to scoop her up, “…Why are you small?”
“Oh,” she glanced down at herself, “It’s the digital world, remember? You can do anything.”
“But why?”
“Eh,” she ticked one of the coils behind an ear, “I don’t know when I started, but when I’m really stressed and nobody needs me, I’ll shrink down like this,” she presented herself, fluffing the dress.
“…does it help?” Pomni asked, partially confused and curious.
“It makes me feel small,” she stated dumbly, pausing with a nose scrunch before continuing, “It reminds me that my problems are as tiny as I am, and that they’ll pass, like how I can change back when I feel better. It’s not forever, you know?”
Pomni nodded slowly, “Oh, yeah.”
Ragatha twirled in her dress slightly, smiling with a faint blush.
“You can do anything,” it was meant to be a question, but left her tongue as a forceful statement.
The tiny rag doll eyes fixed upwards inquisitively.
“I’m sorry, again, Ragatha. I want to be your friend, I want you to trust me.”
She was silent as she listened.
“Let me do this, to prove you can trust me, okay? It might feel weird, or be wet and uncomfortable, but I’ll let you back out.”
“Pomni, what are you t-“ her ask became a fearful yelp as she was brought to an open mouth, teeth pointed and presented for Ragatha’s body to be placed behind.
She gasped as she was settled upon Pomni’s tongue. The wet thing rolled her felt body along, flipping her around inside Pomni’s mouth. Ragatha was pushed around by the muscle; it ran along her figure, dropping saliva alongside her body. She was soon drenched, being swirled around like a candy.
While this was mildly disgusting, what came next was terrifying. A gulp sounded around her entire body, aching in her ears like a thunderstorm. It was a sound of horror, as she sped to grasp onto any surface by her. Her plush hands met teeth, and she gripped them shakily. Ragatha’s breath faltered as she stared down at the throat that beckoned her. The uvula dangled meanicingly, like a grim reaper asking you to follow, it was losing to accept, but inevitable.
The ground, or rather, tongue, shifted and wrapped around the doll’s body. The teeth clicked and her world was shrouded in darkness. Ragatha whipped her head around wildly, desperation and survival rising above all else.
“Tr’st m’,” was what boomed around the closed mouth. And Ragatha was reminded why she was standing inside a wet uncomfortable mouth, about to be swallowed.
She couldn’t be hurt here, at least, she probably wouldn’t be. Putting her entire sense of faith into Pomni’s hands, or, teeth, she let go of her anxiety, and let Pomni take a gulp.
The world around her moved once more, as Pomni gulped around her. The slippery muscle pushed upwards and the redhead was pushed until she was sliding down, down, down, and soon falling down.
The throat caught her as it became tight, squishing against her entire body. Ragatha could feel Pomni’s fingers pushing against her from the outside, guiding her journey down.
Before she knew it, Ragatha was inside an open spot, and she clicked it immediately as the stomach. The walls were deep red and wet, the air was stale, and everything was loud and pulsating, movement swaying and slushy.
Pomni was whispering something so soft, the ragdoll cranked her head to listen in. It was incredibly faint, barely audible at all, but Pomni was speaking her affections out, ‘I’m sorry’s, and ‘you’re safe’s. The ragdoll couldn’t help but feel warmed at the sentiments. Maybe it really was a good idea to trust the new stuff.
Then, only moments later, the swaying because violent tossing and turning, and Ragatha’s screaming body was hoisted up, squished back through the throat, and briefly meeting the mouth, before she was thrown up into Pomni’s hands.
The jester smiled lopsidedly, “T-there!”
Ignoring the disgusting ink-like puke around her, Ragatha beamed, “You… you kept your word.”
Pomni’s smile extended to one without awkwardness, “Of course.”
Wordlessly, Ragatha hugged Pomni’s fingers. A thank you was on the tip of her tongue, but the moment said it for her.
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Attending a course. Doodled a hell lot.
And dumbly posted them on my main instead of my art dump twitter. Oops
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Fools
Feat. Tendou
This was meant for April fools day! It’s July!!
You probably didn't pick the best day to confess your feelings to your friend, but it's not like you planned to that day either.
You had been sitting in the library of Shiratorizawa for about an hour when Tendou decided to join you.
"Whatcha reading?" He asked, pulling a chair out and sitting across from you.
"Trying to find sources for a research paper, what about you?"
He spoke as he dug around his bookbag for something. "Came to give you company while you found sources for a research paper."
A grin creeped onto your face. "You really wasting your time just to give me company while I work?"
He finally found the Shonen Jump manga he was searching for and pulled it out. Without looking up from the book while flipping through the pages he said, "I don't think it's a waste."
Your heart fluttered as the words hung in the air. You were speechless, and touched by the sentiment.
You tried to focus back on your work, but found his presence very distracting. Stealing glances at him, admiring him as he leaned his chin on his palm. And after about a dozen glances were thrown his way, he finally looked up.
"What?"
You blushed, caught red handed. "Nothing, nothing."
He looked back down to his magazine before you threw caution to the wind and called for his attention.
"Satori," He looks up, that was the first time you had ever used his first name. "I like you. We should go out." You said it more as if you were stating your own opinion instead of asking him.
He stares at you for a second, as if he didn't understand what you said but it looked like realization finally dawned on him as a smirk grew on his face.
"Haha, yeah ok."
"Sure."
He looked back down to his magazine, so you got back to work, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, but productivity never came, you instead doodled all over your paper, showing Tendou your favorites until the free period ended and the two of you went your separate ways.
"Oh, wait!" You called out to him before he completely turned away from you. "Can I come watch your practice later?"
He gave you another incredulous look before it morphed into one of realization. "Sure, you can sit with Ushijima's fans, they're mostly nice. Just tell them you're with me and they'll play nice."
The phrase "you're with me" awakened the butterflies in your stomach. "Okay." You smiled before practically skipping to class.
When school finally ended, you walked right into the gym, before you could climb up the bleachers, Semi approached you with a frown on his face. He crossed his arms as he stopped in front of you.
“Your joke went a little too far today.”
You stared at him dumbly. “Joke? What joke?”
“The one you played on Tendou.” You tried to remember any prank you did that day but couldn’t recall anything. Semi sighed at your lack of response. “He said you asked him out as a joke.”
“I know you probably just thought of it as harmless but it’s Tendou. You know what his dating history looks like, plus he really likes you. You really hurt his feelings.”
“What?? But that wasn’t a joke.”
“Well that’s what he told me.”
“Hold on a second.” You said to him as you walked away to find Tendou.
“Satori!” You yelled as you spotted him across the gym.
“Yes?” He questioned. Confused as to why you were power walking angrily towards him.
“You thought I was kidding?” You asked, smacking his chest. “I meant it!”
“Ow! What?” He recoiled back.
“When I asked you out earlier! It wasn’t a joke.” You threw your hands up.
“Oh.”
“Yeah! ‘Oh’! Telling people I asked you out as a joke!”
“Ok, in my defense, it is April fool’s day.”
“Yes, but you should know I wouldn’t do that to you.” You spoke softer, finally calling from your fuming state.
He smiled at you fondly, just now comprehending your words. “You’re right, you wouldn’t. It just seemed too good to be true.”
“So, do you still say yes? Now that you know I’m serious.” You spoke quietly, noticing all of the attention the two had garnered.
“Duh, no way I’m messing this up again.”
Across the gym Goshiki cheered for his upperclassman, causing a few more people to join in. Ushijima even gave Tendou a thumbs up.
“Well, I should let you get to practice. I’ve made enough of a scene, I will never step foot in this gym again or interact with members of team again.”
“But you have to come to my games,” Tendou pouted. “I’m your boyfriend.”
“I’ll think about it, for my boyfriend.”
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Aaaaah too many good prompts!!
"none of what you said made any sense, i can't believe they have you this flustered." for rulie? because honestly I could see that being either of them.
Reggie is so screwed.
Hell, he only knows about the quiz because Kayla tipped him off, and he doesn't need to flip through his notes to know that they're basically useless, obscured by doodles of a curly-haired angel with a gap-toothed grin. He racks his brain, but he can't remember what they've been covering. Some new kind of verb?
He only remembers the way Julie's fingers had brushed against his when she handed him his pencil, the soft glow of her eyes in the afternoon sun and the violent case of butterflies she'd set off in his stomach.
Reggie groans at his lunch.
"I'm gonna fail Spanish."
Luke pats his cheek. "That's ironic, buddy."
"What—why are you misquoting Avatar The Last Airbender at me?"
Bobby snorts as he peels his orange, glancing at Reggie with a quirked eyebrow.
"Maybe because the girl you're half in love with is effortlessly fluent. Just a thought."
He blushes, letting out an undignified little noise that some might call a squeak.
"I'm not in love with her!"
"Not yet," Alex says with a shrug, "but she's also the reason you can't focus. You have to admit that it's pretty ironic, Reg."
Luke claps his shoulder before Reggie can protest any further, smirking heavily.
"Don't look now, bro. She's coming."
"What?!"
He whips his head around, cursing himself when they make eye contact. Of course he chose to look the one time Luke wasn't bluffing. She simply smiles and waves, increasing her pace ever so slightly.
He's still trying to decide if it would be weird to turn back around or not when she's standing right in front of him, hugging some notebooks to her chest and looking downright radiant in her yellow dress. There's a matching ribbon that's been braided into her hair, and her smile only serves to soften her impossibly warm eyes. She literally seems heaven sent.
He gapes at her like an idiot as she shines on him expectantly, and Luke thumps him on the back. He clears his throat.
"Sorry, um. What was that?"
Julie giggles. "I asked you if you were ready for Spanish. I heard that Mrs. Cutright is springing a quiz on us."
"Yeah—I mean, no—um—necessitas—shit—necess—ito—usar—uh—"
She rescues him with a shake of her head and a sweet smile as she gently says, "Necessitas mis notas?"
"Yes!" He angles his body to look at her better, nodding rapidly. "Si, no se—shit—se no hago—fuck it—you're an actual angel, I owe you—my firstborn, whatever you want."
She smiles at the ground and slowly looks at him again, peeking through her lashes.
His heart is bound to burst.
"Gracias, Reggie. Pero empecemos con una cita. Noes niños. Bueno?"
He nods dumbly again even though he has no idea what she just said beyond his name. His stomach flutters at the way her tongue had curled around the letters. He wishes he could say her name half as prettily, but if he could he probably wouldn't be worried about failing.
She laughs again, bright as bells, and offers him one of her notebooks. Their fingers meet, effectively gluing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, but she's unbothered, tossing out what he's mostly certain is a cheerful goodbye before she starts to walk away.
"Me llames!" she calls over her shoulder, then she disappears into the throng of students, leaving him clutching her notebook and what little sanity he still has.
Bobby's the first to break the silence.
"Wow. None of what you said made any sense. I can't believe they have you this flustered. You've known her since we were what, seven? Eight?"
"I always get this flustered!" Reggie defends. "Resident disaster bi, remember?"
Luke hums, swiping a fry from Reggie’s tray. "He has a point, B. I'm sure the whole half in love with her thing only makes it worse, though. Or the boner for romantic languages. Actually, now that I think about it, he was doomed from the start."
Reggie squawks. "I do not have—"
Luke cups his face and locks eyes with him, crooning quietly in French.
Fuck.
Thankfully, Luke has mercy on him and releases him without any more teasing, letting him shove his tray away and press his face into the cool metal of the table.
"Yeah, speaking of which, do you have any idea what Julie said to you, Reg?" Alex asks. "Because if she always talks to you like that, no wonder you're such a wreck."
Luke agrees. "She was definitely flirting with him. I only told him my omelet order."
Fuck!
Reggie lifts his head to look at Alex.
"What did she say to me?"
"Okay, well, you definitely said something about how you were going to give her a child in one way or another—after butchering some basic Spanish—and she was teasing you, saying you should start with a date."
Reggie groans, but Alex keeps talking.
"I mean, she also told you to call her. So I think you're fine. She's obviously into your whole disaster bi thing."
Oh. Oh!
"Maybe just look at her notes before it fails you," Bobby adds, effectively bringing him crashing back down from cloud nine.
That's okay, though. He scrapes by.
He's much more fluent by the time that first baby arrives.
#crush prompts#sorry if the Spanish has any inaccuracies I'm a bit rusty myself#rulie#reggie x julie#ficlets with ash#julie and the phantoms
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