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the-writer-arrived · 10 months

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Wait, you're engaged?!

Synopsis: you two are engaged, congrats!! how does he share the news with others?

Characters: alhaitham; diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, crack, this is actually more crack than fluff oh well, diluc and kaeya are brothers.

A/N: this is the third draft I wrote in two hours. IS THIS WHAT'S LIKE TO HAVE MOTIVATION????

It all started with a simple question about your well-being coming from Kaveh.

"So, how have they been lately?" was what the architect had asked, while shaking the elemental dice in his hand. He was playing a TCG match against Cyno, not an uncommon occurrence when the 4ggravate group of friends get together at Lambad's Tavern.

"Oh, my fiancée is doing just fine, I guess they're in a bit more energetic mood than usual." was what Alhaitham had answered, nonchalant as if he was talking about the weather and hadn't just dropped a huge bomb just like that.

The cheeky bastard is actually hiding his smirk with his wine cup, totally satisfied with himself at the shocked looks everyone has now.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!"

"Kaveh, please don't yell, you're making my ears hurt!"

"A-Ah! Sorry, Tighnari..."

"It seems like you didn't get a single dice of the elements you needed, your luck is truly something to be researched about."

"Wha-?! You...! Ah, no, wait, who cares about that?!"

I'm telling you, the guy is doing all he can to surpress the grin threatening to appear on his face.

No one was expecting to hear that, heck they didn't even know Alhaitham had bought a ring in the first place????

Dude how come you don't share these life changing plans with your homies?!

He shares the tale of how he had proposed to you... And let's just say Kaveh's romantic side was not happy about how it happened.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PROPOSED WHILE YOU TWO WERE LOUNGING IN THE LIVING ROOM???"

"Kaveh, too loud!"

"S-Sorry!"

Much to Kaveh's dismay, Alhaitham didn't make any extravagant gesture or big preparations.

It was just you and him, in the comfort of your home and it just felt right to pop the question at that moment.

What no one, not even you, knew is that the confident, smart and aloof scribe had not actually planned to propose to you like that at all.

Ever since he had bought the ring months ago, Alhaitham had devised so many different ways on how to do it, always thinking about which scenario would make you the happiest.

But when he had you laid down on his lap, spounting your usual nonsense just to try to get a reaction out of him because you were bored, it simply felt... right to do it right then and there.

Make no mistake, he may not have shown, but his hand was shaking when he pulled the small box out of his pocket, he had to thank Lesser Lord Kusanali for allowing his voice to not come out shaky.

Alhaitham's cockiness aside, Cyno, Tighnari and Kaveh are all genuinely very happy at the unexpected, but positive news.

"Let's order some bread, then."

"Bread? Why do you want bread all of a sudden?"

"So we can offer a toast to the future spouses... Get it? Toast? As in-"

"Yes Cyno, we get it!"

Ahhh Diluc, my sweet Batman of Mondstadt... He had always thought that the best course of action was to keep everyone at arm's length, not only for his sake, but for other people as well.

Now, as he gazes at the beautiful ring on your finger, he can only laugh at how naive he was for thinking he would be able to do that during his whole life.

On the next day after he had proposed to you, every customer in Angel's Share can see Master Diluc acting rather... odd.

He seems... I don't know, lighter? His expression doesn't look so serious anymore... Wait, is he... smiling?!

Needless to say, everyone at the tavern is dying to know what happened to the tycoon of the wine industry, but no one dares to ask him directly...

...no one but a certain cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonious, that is.

"My, someone is in a good mood today. Did something nice happened lately, Master Diluc?"

"Here's your Death After Noon, Kaeya."

"...Okay, something must have happened for you to prepare my drink before I even ordered it."

After much poking and prying from Kaeya, Diluc finally relents, just so the pestering would stop.

It's a lie, he is actually feeling ecstatic to be able to share the news with someone.

Everyone and their grandma knew about your relationship with Diluc of course, it's a bit hard not to when you are dating the uncrowned king of Mondstadt himself, despite you two not making a public announcement of being together.

So, before he could even tell Kaeya that he had proposed to you, the captain already suspected that that was the reason for his brother's sudden change of behavior.

Even so, that doesn't stop a genuine smile to appear on Kaeya's face as he congratulates Diluc.

"It's about time! I was starting to wonder how many more years you were going to make me wait, before I had the chance be your best man in your wedding."

"Who said you're going to be my best man?"

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've forgotten our promise to be each other's best man when we were younger?"

"...I'm surprised you still remember that.

What Diluc wasn't aware at that moment was that a certain bard had eavesdropped "accidentaly" listened to his private conversation with the cavalry captain.

It was such great news, the bard couldn't help but let it escape during the drunk conversations he had with other patrons that night.

How could he imagine that those patrons would tell their friends, who would tell their friends and so on? Of course the kind-hearted bard wouldn't do that on purpose!

It's not his fault that all the citizens of Mondstadt now know about Diluc's engagement with you!

Sorry Donna.

"Come now, Master Diluc! Good news are meant to be shared with others! Who knows? Maybe even the Anemo Archon caught wind of them, ehe!"

"...I won't sell you any wine for a month now."

"W-What?! Please, don't be so cruel, Master Diluc!"

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steddieas-shegoes · 15 days

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i wanna make your heartbeat run like roller coasters

for @subeddieweek day one with the prompts manhandling and accidental subspace

rated e | 3,520 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Eddie gets pushed against a lot of lockers.

It’s rarely accidental.

It’s always painful.

He doesn’t exactly have a lot of meat on his bones. Every hit leaves a bruise.

So when Steve fucking Harrington does his own dirty work for once, even though he graduated the way Eddie was supposed to, it’s just a bit embarrassing that it doesn’t hurt. It feels…kinda like he should be on his knees.

Which is really not something he wanted to think about when Steve’s got a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, and something like fear in his eyes. Why is he scared?

“Did you sell weed to Robin?” he asked, teeth clenched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Steve’s got himself a band nerd girlfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“No, I sold to her friend. She waited by the treeline talking to herself the entire time.”

Eddie could hear his own voice shaking, but he wouldn’t back down. Black eyes were kinda metal weren’t they?

“Which friend?”

“Dude, I don’t even know. Someone else in band.”

The hand on his shoulder tightened and he barely bit back a whimper.

Steve’s eyes were very pretty this close. They were pretty from far away, too. Honestly, having Steve this close was probably rewiring something already broken in his brain. Having Steve’s hand on him like this was making his brain do somersaults trying to stay focused.

And then his hand was gone.

Eddie breathed in, breathed out.

“Sorry. I-” Steve shook his hands out and backed away. “Sorry.”

Eddie ignored whatever the fuck was happening in his stomach. It shouldn’t be happening so it isn’t, simple as that.

“Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if you’re so worried about her buying drugs.” Eddie should learn to shut his mouth at some point. “I only sell to the people who come to me first.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember.” Steve wiped his hand down his face. “Sorry again.”

Eddie looked him up and down, taking in the fact that he was genuinely apologizing. No one ever apologized for knocking him around, not even when it was on accident.

“You good?” He eventually asked.

“Yeah. Just, she’s been through a lot. I didn’t really want her to get pressured into buying something,” Steve sighed. “Has she come out of the band room yet? I’m supposed to bring her to work.”

“Uh, yeah man, everyone left an hour ago.”

Eddie watched Steve’s face fall as he checked his watch and must’ve realized the time.

“Shit. Okay. I must’ve lost track of time.”

Steve looked pitiful. Eddie’s seen dogs in alleys who looked less beaten down and neglected than Steve currently did.

“I can help you find her?” Eddie offered for some unknown reason.

Well, he knew the reason, but he was choosing to ignore it.

“She’s probably already at work. It’s my day off so I ended up getting distracted with something and didn’t realize it was so late,” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks, though.”

Wayne liked to tell Eddie he was too nice to undeserving people. Lord knows he gave his dad too many chances and got let down every time. He even tried to be friends with Tommy Hagan in middle school because he could sense something was going on with Tommy’s dad much like his own.

But Eddie liked to remind Wayne that Eddie is often considered undeserving and he took him in and gave him multiple chances regardless.

“You wanna smoke?” Eddie asked, despite knowing he barely has anything left after the long week of midterms for students. His busiest times of year were right before school breaks, midterms, finals, and graduation weekend. He usually stocked up, but with Rick being in prison again, he had to try to stretch what he had out.

“Uh…smoke what?”

“Weed.” Then it hit Eddie that maybe Steve was into harder stuff. But he hadn’t ever even bought from him in high school. Tommy had, Carol had, almost everyone at his parties had, but Steve never did. “I have regular old cigs too if you prefer.”

“Yeah, man, cool,” Steve sighed with relief.

“I got a spot behind the cafeteria if you wanna…”

“Sure, yep, let’s go,” Steve nodded, gesturing towards the double doors that led outside to the cafeteria and auditorium buildings.

As they walked, Eddie’s mind raced with thoughts of being alone with Steve, Steve’s arm brushing against his, Steve pushing him against the wall of the cafeteria, of Eddie dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Steve’s pants and-

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”

Steve’s voice shook him from his thoughts, but his dick didn’t quite get the memo. When did he even start getting hard?

“No worries, dude.” His face scrunched in disgust at calling Steve dude. What was next, the bro pat on the back? A fist bump? “Kinda jealous of how protective you are of your girlfriend.”

Okay, actually, what the fuck? Eddie needed to shut his fucking face, right the fuck now.

“She’s not my girlfriend, but uh, I don’t think you’re really her type either,” Steve gave him a look, one Eddie knew well and one he couldn’t quite believe he was seeing on Steve’s face right now.

“Right, right.” Eddie wouldn’t make him say it, especially if it was actually the look he thought it was, but maybe he could offer a little something in return. “Yeah, she’s not really my type either.”

Steve stopped just before they reached the hidden area behind the dumpster and picnic table for staff to smoke.

“Really?” Steve’s eyes were wide. “So you’re more into…someone like…me?”

Eddie was actually leaking into his goddamn boxers. Why was he getting turned on just talking to Steve?

“That would be one way of saying it,” Eddie said. Still easy enough to back out of it, at least. Could just say he likes women who wear polos and use more hairspray than Melvald’s has ever carried at any given time.

“Huh,” Steve continued walking to the picnic table, sitting on top of it and kicking some dirt off the bench by his legs for Eddie to sit. “So those rumors were true?”

“That depends on if I’m gonna make it back home to my very loving uncle if I say yes.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’m not gonna judge you about it when my best friend is-” He cut himself off and Eddie had to give him major credit. The Steve he used to know never would’ve cared if he outed someone, or at least never would have realized that was wrong. He coughed and then looked down at the bench. “You gonna sit?”

Eddie sat down on the bench, extremely close to Steve’s legs. Almost touching. Was that heat coming from his body or was Eddie just extremely warm?

“Did you actually wanna smoke or did you just wanna get out of the hall?” Steve asked after another minute of awkward silence.

“We can smoke.” Eddie reached into his pocket, hating how tight his jeans were in the front, and grabbed his lighter. His pack of cigarettes were usually stored in his van because he rarely smoked them, but luckily he’d brought them with him all week to sneak smokes between classes. He pulled one out and handed it to Steve.

He started to light his own when Steve leaned down, his face right next to Eddie’s, breath hot on his neck.

“You aren’t gonna light it for me?”

Eddie whimpered.

He would deny it a million times over if anyone asked. He almost had himself believing he imagined it.

But Steve laughed and backed away, pulling out his own lighter and giving Eddie a second to catch his breath.

What the fuck was that? Did Steve know he was making Eddie’s brain flatline?

He watched Steve take a long drag out of the corner of his eye, his mind shuffling between ‘what if he fucked me right here?’ and ‘get the hell away before your dick pops a hole in your jeans.’

Steve’s lips were so pink, and looked so soft, and just wet enough from licking his lips before taking the next drag, and Eddie was really going through it right now.

He’d gone through his Steve Harrington phase just like everyone else, thought it was over when he graduated. Had avoided the mall all summer when he heard he was working at Scoops so he didn’t have to see him in those tiny blue shorts. Had even gone so far as to avoid being around when the kids were being picked up from Hellfire because Dustin mentioned Steve was his ride.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Except for Eddie’s imagination was impressive, and his late night thoughts turned into very vivid scenes of Steve working him to the edge and making him beg, or pushing him against a locker and making him take his cock with barely any prep, or-

“Dude, anyone ever tell you you’re kinda space-y?” Steve’s voice once again lifted him from his thoughts, though he felt a bit hazy.

“Think I’m comin’ down with something,” Eddie squeaked out. All he was coming down with was a sickness deep in his chest: Harrington Heart-itis.

“Did you hit your head?” Steve sounded concerned now, setting his cigarette in the ashtray left on the table and moving so he had one leg on either side of Eddie. His fingers landed in Eddie’s hair, pulling his head closer and inspecting it for injury. “I didn’t think anything but your shoulders hit, but maybe-”

“No,” Eddie gulped. He should pull away. “Didn’t hit my head.”

Steve’s fingers tightened, not quite painfully, but enough of a bite to it that Eddie whimpered. Again.

Steve’s grip loosened, but his fingers stayed buried in his curls, and Eddie felt pressure guiding him to rest against Steve’s thigh.

“You eat today?” Steve asked, though his voice sounded kinda far away, like he was above the surface of the water and Eddie was sitting at the bottom of a pool looking up at the sun. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked up at Steve. “I ate.”

“When?” Steve’s hand was cupping his cheek. “Lunch?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie shook his head, blinked. “Breakfast? Cereal.”

Steve cursed under his breath.

He was so pretty. Had he been told how pretty he was? Surely when Nancy was with him, she told him.

Even if Robin liked women, she had to at least notice how pretty he was, right?

Steve’s sharp intake of breath somewhat centered Eddie.

“I’m gonna drive you home, okay?” Steve whispered, leaning down so his face was only inches away.

Eddie could kiss him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to lift his head the final two inches to make their lips meet.

“Eddie, eyes open,” Steve’s fingers tightened again, gaining Eddie’s full attention. “Should I call someone? Are you dynamic or something?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. What did that even mean?

“Like the sugar thing?” Steve continued.

“Diabetic?” Eddie still felt a little hazy, but he was starting to come back to it with Steve’s hand migrating from his hair to his shoulder. “No, my sugar’s fine.”

“I’ve got some soda in my car. I can drive you home and then bring you to school in the morning. You probably shouldn’t drive like…this.”

It all came crashing down when Eddie realized how vulnerable he’d just been, how he’d actually lost track of time, not sure exactly how long he’d been sitting between Steve’s legs with his hands in his hair before he started coming back to earth. He stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, rocking a bit before finding his balance.

“Woah, take it easy.” Steve held his hands out, grasped his biceps to hold him steady. “You were pretty far out of it. Don’t rush it.”

How fucking embarrassing.

Eddie had only gone down that far one time with someone and they got freaked out when he was giggling and couldn’t walk on his own because his legs felt like jelly. But that had been on purpose. This was- Steve didn’t– Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine now.” Eddie was not fine. He knew what would happen if he left right now. Aftercare was a major part of this whether Steve was prepared for it or not. “Just, um, walk me to my van.”

Steve looked like a kicked puppy, but Eddie didn’t have the time to explain all of this to him.

Steve Harrington didn’t know how much of a freak Eddie was even if he did know he was gay. There’s no way Steve participated in any type of BDSM with the many girls he slept with in high school.

There was absolutely no fuckin’ way Nancy Wheeler let herself get tied to a bed and get fucked by Steve.

He shook his head at the thought.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me drive you. I promise we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know if you should drive when you went down so hard.”

“You have no idea what even happened,” Eddie argued, pacing back and forth. “I can drive. I just need to walk it off.”

“You don’t walk off subspace.”

Eddie froze. Steve was standing right in front of him now, concern in his big, stupid, adorable eyes.

“How do you even know about subspace?” Eddie whispered.

“I slept with half the high school and two guys in Indy. I know what subspace is, Eds.”

Eddie must still be in space. Or maybe another galaxy.

“Sorry, did you just say you slept with two guys in Indy?” Has Steve seriously fucked more guys than Eddie has? Eddie, the resident gay man of Hawkins, has only been with one man in his entire life and Steve has apparently slept with two?

“Well, I wasn’t gonna sleep with two men in Hawkins!” Steve threw his hands up before putting them on his hips. “I hit up a gay bar and didn’t realize it doubled as a BDSM club until I was already in it and then a nice guy showed me the ropes. Literally. There were ropes involved.”

Eddie snorted. Steve was pretty and funny. Great. Just what he needed.

“I have a quick recovery, so I’ll be fine to drive home,” Eddie tried, though even he could hear his voice still shaking.

“No one is that quick,” Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Has that ever happened before?”

“Not like that.”

“We should probably talk about it.”

The last thing Eddie wanted to do was talk about how someone playing with his hair and moving his head around while showing the bare minimum of care was enough to send him into subspace, but he had a feeling Steve wasn’t gonna give up easily.

“Fine. What should we talk about? How no one ever touches me gently so the moment someone did, I slipped? How I’ve been avoiding seeing you anywhere in public because I knew it would make my crush come back full force? Oh, I know!” Eddie laughed hysterically as he pulled away. “Let’s talk about how I still think about you in your stupid basketball shorts when I’m fucking myself on four fingers, which is never enough because I can never reach the spot I need to. Or how I once cut out your yearbook photo to keep for jerking off material because my mags weren’t enough. Could even talk about how earlier I wanted you to put your leg between mine so I could rub off on you. Or maybe the weather if you’d prefer that.”

Eddie was panting, could feel the heat on his face rising as he realized everything he’d just said, admitted, to Steve.

He’d never said any of that out loud. Shit, he’d barely said most of it in his own head.

Steve’s arms were pulling him in and Eddie let himself have it, let himself feel small for just a moment. If Steve wasn’t completely disgusted by what he said, then he would at least accept this offering of kindness for now.

They stayed like that for a while, long enough that Eddie started to wonder if he could just live here, right in Steve’s arms.

“It’s looking a little cloudy,” Steve said quietly, hands still rubbing Eddie’s back slowly.

“What?” Eddie still felt a little out of it, but that was entirely out of left field.

“You said we could talk about the weather.”

Eddie snorted. “Oh my God, you’re so-” Eddie looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at him. He felt off-kilter, being the object of that particular Steve look. “Stupid.”

It was fond, probably too fond for someone who needed to protect himself from whatever the hell was happening. He needed to shut this down.

“It’s been mentioned,” Steve’s eyes flickered down to Eddie’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “You good to head out?”

Eddie started to nod, but stopped.

This was his only chance. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d ever be alone with Steve again. If he was gonna kick start a spiral over feelings, he might as well go all out.

He stood at his full height, almost eye level with Steve, and leaned in.

The kiss was not even close to perfect. In fact, as far as kisses go, it was probably in the bottom three for Steve. Eddie chose not to think about how he screwed it all up.

But once the initial shock wore off, and Eddie put his teeth away, Steve’s hand cupped Eddie’s cheek and he licked past his lips.

Leave it to Steve to turn this around, make it something worth the risk.

Their lips moved in sync, both of them deepening the kiss without making it too wet, too filthy for a public space.

It was, dare he say, romantic.

Most kisses Eddie had managed to have were dirty and rough, hidden away in dark bars and alleyways, not exactly prime teen romance.

Of course Steve was good at this, of course he made Eddie melt against him, and of course Eddie was going to start writing hearts around Steve’s name in his notebook as if they were high school sweethearts.

When they pulled apart, it took him a minute to open his eyes. How stereotypical.

Steve was already looking at him, softer than he probably deserved.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Eddie breathed out.

“It’s been mentioned.” Steve’s lips turned up in a smirk before he pulled away completely. “Let’s go.”

They walked back through the school, stopping at Eddie’s locker to grab one of his textbooks as if he actually would use it. By now, he didn’t really need the textbooks to get his work done. And he was actually committed to getting it done this time around.

They were quiet as they continued out to the parking lot, only a few cars belonging to teachers left, maybe a few students stuck here for football or basketball practice. Steve’s car was towards the back, but Eddie’s was almost all the way in the grass field by the main road. It was less risky leaving it further away, less likely that anyone would slash the tires or key the side.

“You’re sure you can drive?” Steve asked as they stood outside his car.

“Yeah. Only five minutes to the trailer. It’ll be fine.” Eddie shrugged like it was nothing, but he was actually a little worried the kiss set him too off balance to focus on the road. Fuck the subspace, Steve’s lips were like discovering a new galaxy.

“Can I call you later? To check on you?” Steve seemed hesitant to ask.

“Uh, yeah? Do you…have my number?”

Steve shook his head, opening the door to his car and reaching into the glovebox to find a pen and an old receipt. As Eddie wrote down the number to the trailer, he thought about how much worse this would be tomorrow, how shitty it would be to have had this absolutely out of this world experience with the one person he never thought he could and then be left with scraps for the rest of his life.

“You uh, you don’t have to call, man. Don’t feel pressured. My uncle will be home so it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Steve took the paper and pen back, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket and throwing the pen back into the car.

“I’m gonna call.” Steve moved a piece of Eddie’s hair from in front of his face. “You got a phone in your room?”

“No, but the one we have reaches to the bathroom?” Why the hell did he need one in his room?

“Good. Need you to be alone.”

“Steve, what the hell does that mean?”

“How else am I supposed to tell you what I wanna do to you?”

Well, fuck.

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oniikabuto · 1 year

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one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

#south park x reader #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #south park fluff #fluff #kenny x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #cartman fluff #kyle broflovski fluff #stan marsh fluff #kenny fluff #kenny mccormick fluff #south park

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blue-jisungs · 22 days

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ONE SHOT

author's note. first of all thank u @kyrjnie for helping me out w the idea fot this one!!! its kinda ironic how it was one of the fics i had a plan for but it ended up being the last one lmaooo and also @eternalgyuuu w the banner<3 BUT my dudes its the last fic of the 2 year event!! thank u for sticking around - both around me and the event hehe - i'm very grateful <3 i hope you more or less enjoyed it!!!

summary. when a stranger keeps you company

warnings. its said that there was a creepy man following yn:(

word count. 1339

seungcheol has a good heart.

no matter how scary may he look or how tough may he act, deep down he always has and will have a pure heart.

he never considered it a flaw. not even now, that he is way too far from the stop where he was supposed to get off. in the middle of the week, at almost 1am.

but he can’t leave you alone, can he?

it’s not like he knows you… but on his way home at this late hour, he listened to music and just drifted away. the subway was gradually emptying, not many people going as far as him.

but there was this one girl, who must have entered before him – you were already here, dozed off, when he took the subway.

he glanced at you, subconsciously smiling at how cute you are. that was another thing about seungcheol – he was so pure. upon seeing an adorable thing, person or anything else, he’d always smile and adore it.

and today it just happened to be you. he liked to think about others – one would call it being nosy but he genuinely cared about people, even strangers.

so when he was about to approach his stop and leave, he furrowed his brows. there was this one man at the end of the subway car, eyeing you from time to time.

and seungcheol despite glaring at him and having an overall intimidating aura (especially with the freshly dyed red hair) didn’t manage to scare him off. he just had a bad feeling and decided to wait for you to wake up.

the creep must have been either stupid or stupidly stubborn since he just shrugged and relaxed in his seat.

which is why now seungcheol is 13 stops away from his house and at the end of the line.

the subway halted, announcing it’s the last stop.

he sighed and stood up, observing with a corner of his eye how the stranger left the car.

seungcheol stretched and sat next to you, hearing a muffled sound of a studio ghibli soundtrack playing in your earphones. he tapped your shoulder gently, observing your reaction.

you seemed to gradually wake up – scrunching your nose, stretching, opening an eye open, fighting a yawn and then finally, a sleepy gaze meeting his.

your eyes widened upon seeing an unfamiliar man this close to you and he immediately moved a bit further.

“sorry to wake you up, it’s just… it’s the last stop” he smiled and you noticed his cute dimples. nodding, you grabbed your purse and blinked slowly.

“um, thank you. i get off here either way but i really appreciate it” you sent him a warm smile and you two left the subway.

the weather was a bit stuffy but it was nice to catch some fresh air. you saw the stranger looking at something behind your back.

“do you get off here too?” you asked hesitantly.

you take this route everyday at this hour, after work. you should’ve recognized his face if he was a regular too – especially with his handsome face and bright red hair. he shook his head softly.

“i don’t” he smiled tenderly and his cute, brown eyes moved to need yours “i… there was a weird guy, he’s over there. i couldn’t bring myself to leave you alone. sorry if that made you uncomfortable”

you felt your stomach twist at the thought of some weirdo following you but then… the man in front of you willingly missed his stop to prevent anything from happening.

“what’s, uhm, your name? if i can…” you didn’t finish, shyness taking over you. but the redhead grinned, the cute dimples poking out again.

“seungcheol. and yours?” he asked, hiding his hands in the pocket of his jean jacket.

“y/n” you introduced yourself, unable to stop your own lips from forming into a smile – the gesture was too infectious not to do so. “seungcheol, thank you so much. you’re a real gentleman, i thought… there’s no good left in the world. but you proved me wrong

he scoffed, shaking his head.

“no problem” he grinned and hesitated for a moment, biting down on his plump bottom lip. then he whipped out his phone in a cherry case and checked the time “i still have like… half an hour before the next ride. and i would sleep way more peacefully if i knew you arrived home safe. can i walk you back?”

normally, you’d decline. but upon slightly turning around you noticed a weird man glancing at you two. besides, you had a good feeling about seungcheol. maybe you shouldn’t… but there was just something so warm and genuine about him that you agreed.

with a small nod, you grabbed his arm. turning around, you passed the man.

“i know we’re strangers but sleeping on the subway doesn’t seem like a safe idea” seungcheol said softly.

the night was peaceful, stars shining beautifully on the navy sky. a soft gust of wind blew in your face, running through your hair.

“i don’t usually do this, don’t worry” you scoffed and fixed the bag on your arm. “today was just exhausting and i made the mistake of putting some calm songs”

he smiled and took a glance over his shoulder. the man was nowhere to be seen. good.

you had a small talk with him since your walk home usually takes up to 10 minutes. upon arriving at the entrance to the staircase, you slowly let go of his arm. stepping at the stair so you’d be on his eye level, he grinned cutely at the gesture.

“i really appreciate your gesture, seungcheol. i know i said it like, five times already but… you know” you said shyly, fidgeting with a strap of your bag.

“and as i said: no problem. seriously, y/n” the man nodded and your eyes suddenly widened.

“wait here a second!” you gasped and entered the code. seungcheol only saw a glimpse of you disappearing in the hallway.

seungcheol let out a scoff and hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket, suddenly taking a deep breath.

you’re so adorable.

just when he was about to check the time, the door swung open and you appeared in them again. there was a silver package in your hand, your chest moving up and down irregularly.

“the… stairs…” you breathed out and he laughed, noticing your messy hair. “i almost… tripped…”

shaking your head, you put the item in his calloused hand.

“i made you a quick sandwich. i figured you’re hungry and to even slightly return the favour, you know?” you smiled and tucked your hands in the pocket of your jeans. he smiled sweetly, his heart melting on the spot “it’s, um, lettuce, ham and cheese. nothing crazy, sorry”

“thank you so much. i bet it’ll be delicious” he hummed and silence fell between you two.

seungcheol bit his bottom lip.

he had only one shot. he had to be casual.

“um, i was wondering–”

“hey, if you ever–”

you exchanged surprised looks when your voices merged upon speaking up at the same time. you both laughed, cute wrinkles forming around his eyes.

“you go first” you insisted.

“if you ever need like… a scary dog privilege or some help, i can give you my number” he said with a boyish smile. the words were said and now…

“even help with ordering a coffee?” you asked. seungcheol caught the hidden meaning and just nodded.

“of course” he said and you exchanged numbers, moonlight shining on his handsome face.

“and um, text me when you get home. i wanna know if my guard arrived safely too” you hummed, wrapping your arms around your torso. seungcheol saluted and slowly began to walk away back to the station.

you stood there until he disappeared from your sight and he turned around like, 3 times.

with heart thumping in your chest and a foolish smile on his face, cheol was glad he took that one shot.

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phsychobanana · 4 months

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Hi!! I really like your writing 💖💖 and I was wondering if you could write a fic about Peter and his s/o that always bickers with him?

-🪼

Shut her up with a kiss

Summary: When Y/n won't stop arguing with her boyfriend, Peter, he has an idea on how to get her to stop.

Word count: 839

A/n~ Hiiiiii! Thank you, I try my best to write good fics for my followers and random internet geeks! I love this request but I wasn't sure if you meant Parker or Pevensie. I'm assuming Pevensie? Correct me if I'm wrong and I'll make you a new fic! I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind, I genuinely have no idea how a couple would bicker seeing as I've been single since I came out the womb.

"Hey, Ed." Peter nods to Edmund as they pass each other, Edmund on his way to train and Peter on his way to the library.

Edmund nods back to him and continues on his way, but before he can get too far, he remembers something. "Oh! Y/n's looking for you, Peter... Good luck." With that, Edmund runs off to train, his evil giggles filling the halls.

"PETER!!!" Y/n's yell echoes through the halls as she turns the corner, looking for the blonde king. "There you are!" She walks up to him angrily, every step she takes makes Peter feel as though he's shrinking.

"What?" Peter looks at her confused as he tries to hold in any fear he feels at the angry look in Y/n's eyes.

"What? Did you just say what?" Her skin grows hot as her annoyance rises. "You ate all of my chocolate and you have the nerve to say 'what'?"

"I didn't even eat you chocolate!" Peter tries to defend himself.

"Then who did?!" Y/n pokes at Peter's chest just as Lucy, mouth dirtied with melted chocolate bits, passes behind Y/n. Peter aggressively points his finger to Lucy but Y/n turns too late, Lucy and his freedom gone.

"Don't try to distract me, Pevensie."

Last name basis? It was nice knowing you Peter...

Y/n grabs him by his shirt collar and pushes him against the wall they were next to.

"Why did you eat it?" Y/n asks almost boredly.

"I-I didn't!" Peter struggles to speak clearly, his and Y/n's faces so close that he can't focus properly. His eyes drop to her lips and she notices, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You want a kiss?" She asks and Peter nods immediately and almost too enthusiastically.

Y/n leans in slowly and Peter can feel her breath against his lips. Y/n's lips just barely graze over Peter's before she pulls away with a small laugh. Peter lets out a whine of protest as he tries to find her lips again, the short brush of their lips not enough for him.

"Too bad. If you hadn't eaten my chocolate, I might have considered." Y/n lets go of him and walks off as Peter stares after her, slightly upset.

***

"PETER MOTHERFUCKING PEVENSIE!!!"

"Ah shit, what now?"

"You didn't cuddle me last night! How could you?" Y/n pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.

"That's seriously what this is about? I'm in the middle of a meeting." Peter jesters to all of the fellow "important people" in the room.

Y/n waves to them with an awkward smile and then turns back to Peter. "These old dudes don't care-"

"I'm only 26-"

"Shhhh, no one cares. Anywho, you owe me Pete. I'm not okay with this."

"Yeah, yeah. See you later, alright?"

Y/n nods and walks out of the room, still the slightest bit annoyed with her boyfriend.

***

"I'm boredddd." Y/n whines as she tugs at her boyfriend's sleeve.

"I'm working, I should be the bored one." Peter smiles softly at his girlfriend's antics.

"I'm working nyeh nyeh nyeh." Y/n mumbles under her breath, mocking Peter.

"What was that?" Peter leans his ear closer to her.

"What was that?" Y/n does the same.

"Stop that." Peter rolls his eyes.

"Stop that." Y/n says back, deepening her voice.

"...Peter Pevensie is hot."

"..."

"Oh come on!"

"Stop it, seriously." Peter looks at Y/n sternly.

"You're no fun." Y/n huffs and plops back into her chair.

"I'm very fun. Wanna see how fun I can be?" Peter looks at Y/n with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No."

"Don't act like that. Come onnnnn." It's Peter's turn to whine and tugs on her arm.

"No. You ate my chocolate, didn't cuddle me, you've been spending more time with those stupid pieces of paper than you have with me, and you aren't entertaining me while I'm bored! Where's the receipt, I'm returning you." Y/n starts rummaging through her pockets as Peter rolls his eyes at her with a fond smile on his face.

"You siriusly want a kiss?" Y/n asks in disbelief.

Peter nods, not having been able to kiss his girlfriend for two weeks because of her attitude lately.

"Well I don't. I'm still sad about my ch-"

"Oh shut up already." Peter says before he smashes his lips on hers.

The kiss is everything that Peter had been longing for as he places his hands on Y/n's waist. Y/n Is quite tense as first, not wanting to kiss him out of stubbornness, but she slowly begins to melt into it when he places his hands on her waist.

The both pull apart for air after a moment, resting their foreheads against each other's.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you lately." Peter says, his lips brushing Y/n's as he speaks.

"It's okay." Y/n says quickly before going in for another kiss.

#x reader #narnia #peter x reader #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #narnia x reader #i love this man

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boydepartment · 11 months

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Helo do you write one shots? If so then can I request an angst to fluff when you had a really bad argument with jungwon and he said really hurtful things blah blah so he ended up asking for forgiveness blah blah and happy ending fluff🥰🥰🥰

Ps: pls don't make y/n forgive him so easily, give y/n some pride pls😓

Have a good day✨💅

I DO WRITE ONESHOTS!!! and omg of course!!!! I WILL GIVE Y/N SOME PRIDE! Y/N NEEDS THAT!

Spilled Milk- Jungwon x gn! Reader

warnings: embarrassment, arguing, angst wc- 1.3k

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Today was fantastic, you aced your tests, got a free drink at your campus, AND you made a new friend in one of your classes. You were bouncing off the walls practically. You hummed songs as you walked down the street, you and your boyfriend have lunch together every Wednesday. Since he has work you usually only have this one day to hang out with him, unless he has a day off.

You actually had met him at this very lunch spot when you used to work there. The day you met Jungwon he was stressed from work and he spilled his milk for his coffee everywhere. He apologized profusely and helped you clean it up. It made you smile at the memory, you were now 8 months strong and you loved being around him even on bad days.

Walking into your former place of work, you got a table and started talking to the waiter.

“How’s life Y/n? Anything crazy on campus?” He asked, pretending to take your order so he could catch up with you.

“They stole the campus mascot from across town.” You laughed and looked up at him.

Your old friend and you caught up and you just got two waters. You waited for Jungwon, looking out the window. You grew bored and he was late, but you didn’t want that to damper your mood. You had texted him multiple times asking if he was okay but got no response. You sighed and REALLY tried to not get sad.

Eventually you ordered a small pastry and coffee while you waited. The side of milk made you smile, it was just how Jungwon ordered his on the first day you met.

“Sorry I’m late.” You looked up to see Jungwon, he looked exhausted.

“It’s okay my love.” You smiled up at him- he didn’t smile back.

That was… Different…

Your friend came back up to the table and asked Jungwon what he wanted, your friend was being nice and a good waiter, but Jungwon just said ‘coffee or whatever.’

“Dude are you okay? What’s your deal?” You asked, you were concerned for your boyfriend. Usually, he doesn’t act like this. Usually, he is kind to workers, especially in this field. Especially because he met you when you were a server.

“It’s just a long day Y/n, I don’t want to talk about it.” He mumbled and looked out the window. Your eyes narrowed at his response.

“You don’t have to but don’t be rude to the server.” Your words sounded cold, “it’s not like he made your day shitty.”

Jungwon looked at you, irritation evident on his face. What has gotten into him today? He genuinely never acted like this.

“Oh, so you defend him now? Why don’t you just go out with him, he can see you more.” Jungwon asked, irritation and attitude plagued his tone.

Your jaw was practically on the floor, “what?”

“You heard me.” Jungwon sat back and looked out the window again.

“Genuinely what is your problem today?” You- rather loudly- asked, “all I did was want to see you and have a nice lunch as usual, but no! You’re just being rude. If you had a bad day, maybe you shouldn’t have come.”

Jungwon scoffed and mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t hear it but honestly, you didn’t want to know either.

“I’m leaving.” You slammed down cash for what you ordered and walked out- you didn’t even see that you knocked over the milk for your coffee.

You walked out of the lunch spot, tears in your eyes. Jungwon just publicly embarrassed you by being rude to a waiter.

“Y/n what the hell?” You felt Jungwon grab your arm to stop you. You flipped around and poked his chest.

“No, you don’t get to be mad at me! You embarrassed me in front of an old friend and in public! I don’t care if you had a shitty day! You don’t act like that in public!” You were seething at this point.

Jungwon looked shocked, then irritated again, “don’t tell me how to act in public! I already have people doing that enough! You aren’t my manager, and you aren’t my parent either!”

“Clearly you need one if this is how you act.” You said and backed away from him.

“Don’t even- I have way more responsibilities on my plate than you, I am allowed to be stressed.”

At this point you were crying, not wanting to argue anymore, you just stormed off and back to your small apartment near your campus. You slammed the door and pulled your hair slightly. You had such a good day and Jungwon completely shit all over it. You never knew your boyfriend to be that much of an asshole and it made you feel like you might be wasting your time with him. Taking a deep breath, you went to the bathroom to shower and relax.

You didn’t even think to check your phone which was blowing up with texts from Jungwon. You had your phone on do not disturb and you made a pact with yourself to keep it on do not disturb until the morning.

Laying down in your bed looking up at the ceiling wasn’t helping anything, you were letting your anger fester, which wasn’t good at all. Sighing and turning over to scream into your pillow distracted you from the tapping on your window from the fire escape. When you sat up, hair messy and eyes burning with a hatred towards the man outside of your window. It was late at this point and so he did look a little creepy outside too.

Groaning you opened your window, “what do you want? Come to yell at me again?”

“No! I mean, no.” Jungwon looked at you and handed you a drink, “it’s a coffee, because you left yours there.”

“Wow what would I do without you.” You said sarcastically, your face unamused.

Jungwon looked like a scared dog at this point, “I’m sorry for making a scene. In public…” He cringed remembering it.

“Why don’t you tell your manager or parents- instead of me. You know because I’m neither of those so I can’t tell you when you’re acting out in public.” Your voice monotonous.

Jungwon swallowed hard and looked around awkwardly. You could tell he was trying so you scooted slightly on your bed.

“You can come in- only because you brought coffee.”

Jungwon nodded and scooted in your room, it was dark, only the lights outside from the window lighting up your faces. He set the coffee down on your nightstand, then he sat back by your window.

“I’m mad at you.” You bluntly spoke.

“I know and you have every right to be- I was a total ass, it was my bad. I paid your waiter friend extra and cleaned up the milk you knocked over when you left.” He spoke quickly.

“Wait what?”

Jungwon got the courage to look up at you again, “when you stormed out- you knocked over your glass of milk. Like I did when we first met.” He sort of smiled at the memory, still not wanting to piss you off even more.

“You cleaned up after me?” Now you felt BAD for making more work for other people.

“Well yeah, I felt really crappy for acting like that.”

“You should’ve.” You said and looked away, “but… thank you for making up for it, even when I wasn’t there to witness it.”

Jungwon softly went to grab your hand and squeeze it, “I feel horrible, can we get breakfast tomorrow? I will make up for it I promise.”

You looked at him, you were still somewhat mad and now rightfully embarrassed about yourself. However, again, Jungwon was really trying to make it up to you.

“Fine. But you’re paying.” You said, you smiled at him and Jungwon felt a weight off his shoulders.

“Also… Not to intrude but… I kinda snuck out of my dorm so I’m locked out, can I sleep here tonight?”

You felt yourself laugh at him, “yeah whatever you can.”

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onesidedradiostatic · 2 months

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So you know how I said something about writing a fic inspired by your existence. I've started a little, but I don't know, I fear that the way I write might be confusing in some parts. So I'd very much like to hear your thoughts, if you want to share them

___

“Indeed, I quite enjoy our commonalities. I’ve always found more fun in spending time with my radio and friends than looking for someone I haven’t met.”

What if you’ve met them now? Vox thought, discreetly, not at all looking into Alastor’s lovely red eyes. Shoot! Vox downed another drink, hopping Al didn’t think him weird. Still, can’t leave a friend hanging, say something.

“I love you.” WHAT!!? NO! NOT THAT! “I- I- I mean, there is someone I love.?” Yeah, sure, he’s totally gonna buy that.

“I- Good for you?” Alastor started unfiltered, surprised, before going back to his normal, lovely radio voice. “And who might that be, my good fellow?” Wait, he bought it? No, don’t be an idiot! He’s totally psyching us out! Well, I’ll play your game and I’ll win!

“You know, just a cool dude with the pretties’ eyes and loveliest smile.”

“A dude?” Alastor questioned. Wait. Why does he sound so confused over that? Did- he had actually bought it?! Wait. We just told him we like guys, right? Is that, bad? What if he hates us now? What if he thinks we’re weird? Awful? Repugnant? There’s no way he doesn’t know we love him now! Practically said it to his face twice! Twice! No! I can’t handle that! Please! I- we have to save this.

“Hey Al, just forget I said anything.” Please. You’re the best thing in my life. So, whatever happens, please, stay. I need you. ___

I feel I need to rework some of the above parts, but unsure off how. Regardless, I hope my characterisation so far is good, I'd imagine that the love Vox has is more an obsession that genuine care and Al is just living his best life having fun and not really picking up anything Vox is putting down. I especially like this little exchange:

___

“Vox.”

“Yeah?” He could see that once genuine smile turn sinister. Oh. Hot.

“This is hell, everyone here is a repugnant wrench, so if anyone ever tells you you’re wrong. Just relay that me, I’m sure we can make some use of their meeker existence. Everyone has a voice, after all, and if they want to use it so much, who are we to say no to helping them? Right dear friend?”

“Yeah.” Vox couldn’t help but join in on the sinister smile. This is exactly what makes Alastor, just so Alastor. He genuinely cares and will make any opponent of his friends another key in his piano of the dammed. A horror feared by all, but a few, and Vox is one of those few. ___

I just- their dynamic is so fun Alastor being all "Yay! Murder!" while Vox just thinks "OMG! He's doing all this for me?! There is no way he doesn't love me!" I think one exchange that exemplifies that is:

___

“Oh! I wouldn’t say I’m the best at giving advice when it concerns matters of the heart. Me being heartless and all that. Hah!”

Alastor’s little chuckle is one which Vox can’t help but adore. He’s probably heartless because he’s already put his heart in a box and is just waiting for the moment he can give it to me. I’m reserved, special, he’s waiting for me. He can only be mine and I only his.

“I’m pretty heartless too.” Vox respond, joining in Alastor’s play. He doesn’t mind being a puppet on a string, as long as he can play the most important part.

“Oh, I’m quite aware dear friend."

___

He's just can't think, there is only Alastor in his head. Plus Alastor not understanding that there is a misunderstanding is just making Vox believe in the delusion more. Bet his screensaver was Alastor themed before they had their falling out Also, sorry for this being quite long Hope you have a lovely day at least!

(reference to this ask)

hi sorry for responding to this late, hard to say much without a full story but I appreciate the thought of it being inspired by me 🫡🫡, but yes I do love vox being down bad for alastor, exploring some of the period-typical homophobia definitely is interesting, alastor could easily have not had that normalised for him and vox... depends on how much he ventured through his bisexuality in life or whether he only accepted it in death. his screensaver being alastor themed skjdfkglhl. very true

#ask #osrs.txt #radiostatic #staticradio #I feel bad for delaying certain asks because I have to use my brain in them #sorry anon

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hedwig221b · 9 months

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hiiii i love love your fics sm omg!! everytime i read your works i kinda got attaches to stiles cuz your stiles is so babygirlified tbh like he’s so REFRESHINGGG and beautiful and soft and sensitive i just love it!!!! i don’t mind those bamf snarky bitchy omega stiles but it doesn’t add up like how you gonna slap the omega title on him yet making him act like a beta or alpha? icky! but seriously thank you for sharing your works and writing with us. i’ll always adore soft sensitive kitten baby stiles <3

Thank you so much 💖💕💞💞💗 I'm so glad to be able to bring you joy 💜

I see so many debates lately on my feed about how canon Stiles would not be a great pack mom and how he's insufferable and pushy and hard to interact with and he's this dudely dude and annoying. And that Derek is a bad leader and is very easily manipulated.

And as a person who's never watched the show I genuinely don't give a fuck like lol I'm not sorry. I've stumbled upon sterek fanfiction on ao3 several years ago and I can't leave this swamp.

Bamf Stiles is nice. Snarky, bitchy, like you said, he has his place in the fandom. But there is also soft Stiles, who's "the glue of the pack", who's doting and a mother-hen. Or an absolutely deranged villain, I like that Stiles, too. And it's beautiful that we can take the characters and explore them and transform them and put them under different circumstances and backgrounds and see how they change. I wish we could stop these pointless debates and bashing of other people's work and just enjoy our love for sterek and for Derek and Stiles on their own.

I love being soft kitten Stiles ambassador 💖 there is more to come, soft or not so much 👀 Thank you again for the support!

#rants are welcomed #sterek #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #eternal sterek #hedwig221b replies #bluchai

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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year

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Ok you know what I’m requesting this for the both of us SPECIFICALLY so you can write it (cough and so I can read it a bit also oops) but anyway. Can i rq adaman, arven, and maybe n (if you do more than one character per rq) with a gn or masc reader who just got their hair cut and it’s a lot shorter than it used to be? Tee hee. 🐉

Oh my god, thank you for your generosity in this request dragon anon, I am on my hands and knees for this SWEETNESS

Nothing like getting a gender reaffirming haircut. Not to be, like, project-y on main, but I definitely went masc here because…. yknow. I’m me. I also like how the dudes you picked all have long hair and are all guys I’m very much into—

Sorry if the length is a little weird!! I’m still trying to figure out consistency with this stuff but I hope you still like it. I know I want my multi character posts to be shorter, but at the same time I feel bad that it’s not the same amount of content!!

Well anyway, let’s push my rambling aside for the time being, I don’t think I’ll ever feel totally confident in what I’m doing, especially with how crazy busy life has been lately, so let’s forget those worries and just Respectfully Enjoy some men.

Adaman, Arven and N see their boyfriend with a new short haircut!

Adaman

💎 — Oh!! You’re so handsome!

💎 — Well, okay, you were always handsome but the hair suits you! He’s just bad with words at the moment.

💎 — It’s honestly doubly exciting for him because he not only gets to see you with short hair, but also the results of all of Arezu’s hard training, and seeing her success here makes this all the sweeter.

💎 — He gets very into ruffling your hair, regardless of if you’re taller than him or not. When it was long, that could easily tangle it, but now that’s not a problem and you’re therefore never safe from getting a noogie eight times a day.

💎 — Even if there’s not much upkeep involved with shorter hair, he’s still volunteering to help with all of it. Need a hand washing it? You got it! Time to brush it through? He’s there!

💎 — He cherishes you so much, of course he treats your hair like it’s sacred. Every part of you is sacred to him and he wants you to know it.

💎 — If your hair is on the thicker side and can retain shape pretty easily, you might find yourself subject to all kinds of little hairstyling experiments. Spit curls, short braids, weird sectioning, Adaman just kind of loses himself in messing around with your hair when you’re in his arms.

💎 — He’ll, of course, love your hair no matter what you do with it. But what makes him love this style the most is how happy it makes you! You seem so much more comfortable and confident like this, and anything that can do that for you is a good thing in his book.

Arven

🥪 — Woah, who’s this handsome guy and what did he do with his boyfriend? He probably gives you a joking wolf whistle the moment he sees you.

🥪 — Which he then classily follows up with “well… now our hair product costs just went down!”

🥪 — But okay, joking aside, he’s so genuinely enamored with you once he’s had his fun. He’s so used to you with long hair, and now that it’s short there’s all these little things about your hair and face he’s noticing for the first time. Wow, even more to love—he’s a lucky guy.

🥪 — What he loves the most, though, is how clearly happy this new haircut makes you. You’re so confident and he loves it! He wants to see you like this all the time.

🥪 — Twice as bad as Adaman with the hair ruffling. Won’t stop until your hair is a complete mess or you start doing it back.

🥪 — Pats your head a lot just to see your hair bounce back up, the shorter hair is so springy without all the length to hold it down!

🥪 — He definitely comments on how obviously happy you are, I don’t think he keeps it to himself how happy he is that you’re happy. Maybe you’ll jokingly offer to get his hair cut, too, which he quickly and firmly denies. Nah, he’s good, actually. That look is for you and you alone to rock.

🥪 — Likes pressing his face into your hair shortly after you get it cut; the freshly cut ends tickle his face and he knows it makes you laugh when he does it.

🥪 — Overall huge fan of the new look. God, he really is just so, so lucky to be with a catch like you.

💚 — Okay, N is a smart guy, but he really isn’t that well socialized, so odds are when he sees you for the first time, he might not… realize it’s you. He’s just so used to long-haired you, after all.

💚 — But once the initial shock at this big change settles in, he’s fascinated!

💚 — The texture of your freshly cut hair makes his brain itch a bit. He spends several fascinated hours just running his hands through your hair, marveling at how it’s the very same hair he’s touched many times before, but it somehow feels completely different.

💚 — Beyond his own fascination, he sees how happy you are with the new look and that’s all it takes for him to be happy for you!

💚 — N’s never been one for appearances. You could do whatever you want with your hair and, once he takes a moment to realize it’s you under that drastically changed hairstyle, he’d be happy with it as long as you are.

💚 — No matter what changes you make to your hair, he always finds something to compliment about it. Usually texture-related, those are just the sorts of things that maintain his attention.

💚 — The smell of whatever products you use will quickly become his favorite thing. It just reminds him so much of you and being close to you.

💚 — For this haircut and future ones, he always has a Pokemon to playfully compare you to. Oh, your hair is so bouncy now, like an Emolga’s ears. The way you have it gelled so heavily makes him think of a Snivy’s smooth, sleek head. It’s so soft, like a Tranquil’s down feathers! He could go on.

💚 — Whatever you decide to do with your hair, it’ll always be a big thumbs up from him!

#pokemon x reader #pokemon n x reader #n x reader #adaman x reader #arven x reader #adaman x male reader #arven x male reader #pokemon male reader #🐉

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apollos-olives · 1 month

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wanted to get your thoughts on this.. palestinian to palestinian lol.... but if this is overstepping i am so sorry bc overstepping was not my intention.

im palestinian american but my roots trace back to gaza -- specifically beit lahia. am i an asshole for getting mad when non-palestinians buy things or take advantage of things that are obviously meant for ppl of gazan roots?

great example of this is how the gaza kufiya from hirbawi always sells out first { and i [a person w roots in gaza] feel like [i am not entitled to getting it but like --] out of all ppl who should be selling it out i feel like it should be us gazans!!!!!!}

+ i seem to always get videos on my socials of non-palestinians (especially white ppl) wearing the gaza kufiya. it sometimes feels like i have to use all my strength to just scroll past the video rather than get upset in their comments section because i know that does nothing for me or them.

sorry for the late response but no dude listen. your feelings are absolutely valid.

i'm very happy that people are sharing appreciating our culture but i also get frustrated because there is a line that many people cross and it does get irritating. i do understand how you are frustrated that the gaza kuffiyeh gets sold out first, and how you think gazans should be the ones to sell and wear them instead. i get it! trust me, i do. but there is also the fact that hirbawi is the last factory in palestine. hirbawi is preserving and saving our cultural traditions and clothings, so while i understand your frustration in that you think it should solely be a gazan thing, with how our situation is going, i think it's appropriate (for now) for hirbawi to be selling kuffiyehs from all over palestine, not just gaza. i feel like the situation really depends on context, and since palestine is in a really awful state right now, i don't believe our criticism should be louder than our support. of course, once palestine is freed and more palestinian factories are put up, then yes! i think gazans should sell gazan kuffiyehs and designs and i think other cities and villages should sell their own designs as well. it's just that hirbawi is very vitally important to palestine and to preserve the authentic kuffiyeh, so that's why i don't have much of an issue (for now).

however i DO have an issue with people wearing and disrespecting our cultural clothings. non palestinians who change our clothings outside of what we have instructed to do with them is HORRENDOUSLY disrespectful and i do feel very bitter about it. so your feelings are absolutely valid.

i have a similar issue with the dabke. seeing these random white people dancing the dabke on tiktok for views is genuinely so disgusting to me that i feel so enraged about it. seeing people doing the dabke for attention and not really for the appreciation of palestinian culture and community makes me just ! ugh ! so like anon, i get it. people using our culture outside of what we have told them to do is very frustrating and your feelings are valid for not liking it.

so like, it really depends on the situation. i think people ARE doing cultural appropriation, but at the same time, like i said, we shouldn't be criticizing palestinian companies for selling and sharing parts of our culture for awareness. if it were a different time and a different scenario, then i'd 100% say that we should gatekeep and not share our culture with anyone. but support for the cause is needed and the best way to show our support is to buy from palestinian brands and not criticize more than care.

i'm sorry if this wasn't well answered, i just think it truly depends on the situation. i hope this helps though

#palestine #free palestine

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lunarlivs · 10 days

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Ohh am I late for Sleepover Saturday? It's technically Saturday in my time again so I hope we're still good haha

Let's see:

FMK the big three, James, Sirius n Remus

3 things you love about Remus that you don't get to see often in fanfic/media representation

you are NEVER late for sleepover saturday!! it’s actually a 24/7 event here ^-^ thanks for asking!

god…. i actually thought of this for so so long and each answer leaves me hurt, but this is the one i feel most good about (and sorry for the long explanations)

marry: remus, because i think about marrying him every day every hour every second, i love that man and i think us living together would work. also i think that means we’d fuck and yes i am very much yes okay yes. james would make a better wife but rems is just my number one

fuck: sirius. i mean, i gotta fuck the hottest and prettiest person to ever have lived right? i think he’d be just a fantastic partner and if me and rem are already married we all can d- *get run over by a car*

which unfortunately means i’d kill: james >_< i love him but games the game sorry baby, next time i’ll marry and impregn- *gets run over by the same car again*

also THANKS FOR ASKING ABOUT REMUS you don’t know how happy it makes me to talk about him <33333 (also idk what you count as not seeing often but these are what popped into my head)

remus being a genuine LOSER. i mean, he’s very much accepted it and is content with it, but he is such a loser and a nerd. yes he’s got that secret charm of a brilliant mind and lovely brown eyes but to most people he is a man with bad posture and star wars stickers on his shitty computer, who wears the same jumper five days in a row and doesn’t remember how to talk to people. he is shy and kind and thoughtful but also the most awkward person you’ll ever meet and not in a good way. his hobbies include reading awful complex books about history, smoking on the parking lot behind his barista job where he is an absolutely bitch, crouching under doorways, saying ”actually” and correcting people who didn’t ask for it, and admiring sirius from afar (they’re still gonna fall in love obvi bc that certain something about his sad dude charm just pierces right through sirius’s though heart)

i love beefy remus. not necessarily muscular but just big, meaning tall and hairy and a soft stomach and thighs like treetrunks… you get the vibe, him and i are new acquaintances but love love love him

remus’s family dynamics can be super super interesting, idk if this is a rare thing but maybe just mostly something i’ve been thinking abour lately. him and hope being each others best friends (again to add to the loser part) and so similar in how they treat other people. she’s shown him how to make a house a home, they bake and cook together a lot, hope read him all the storybooks she could find when he was small. i love lyall being a nerdy funny old man who works with animals (or magical creatures) and loves nothing more than being out in nature with his family. they go on hikes with both of their backpacks filled with books and snack, they look at plants and animals and lyall keeps blabbering on whilest remus is just happy to be with his dad. in a world where remus has lycanthropy i love him teaching remus how to be with the wolf, and how to love himself though it all.

#thank for asking :3 #i got things to say😭#can you tell i got carried away #thinking about remus #he is just so special to me #i can’t really even pin point what it is about that man #but that something #oh wow #he’s got me #asks 💌#marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders fandom

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 13 days

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Character voice

Thanks @elsie-writes here, @willtheweaver here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @illarian-rambling here!

Rules: rewrite the given line in your characters' voices

Got long, under the cut

“Are you okay?”

Lexi: "Omigosh are you okay? What happened???" [Probably panicking herself]

Maddie: *squints, tilts head* "What's wrong with you?" (Genuine worry)

Ash: *tries to read them telepathically* "You're upset. Why?"

Gwen: "Hey, are you feeling alright?"

Robbie: *clears throat* "You good dude? Been worried about you."

Akash: "Are you okay? Been worried, man."

Jedi: "Are you feeling alright?"

Carmen: *pretends she doesn't care, even when she does* "What happened?!"

“I overslept!”

Lexi: "WHAT?! What time is it?? Oh no oh no oh no I overslept my alarm! How is that possible?! Now I'm gonna be late oh no --"

Maddie: "Hm? It's [time]? Hm. Overslept I guess."

Ash: "Wow. I was more tired than I thought."

Gwen: "Oh, no, I overslept!! Guess I have to go to bed earlier or set more alarms next time."

Robbie: "What time is it?! Huh. Guess I needed the rest."

Akash: "There's no way I overslept--guess I didn't set my alarm. *Checks* I did?! Oh no, what are they going to think?!"

Jedi: "I overslept? Oh, dear, this never happens... I rarely sleep as is."

Carmen: "Did someone turn off my alarm? Change it?? There's no way I forgot to set it or slept through it. I don't do that. I don't need the sleep. I made sure I got my schedule working to get the maximum amount of work done. And now, I won't be able to do everything today." (This may continue)

“No, I don't want to eat that [insert food]!”

Lexi: "No, thank you. I'd rather not eat that. I ate too much already, and am full. Also not the hugest fan of it--it isn't your cooking."

Maddie: "I don't like that food. The texture is all wrong."

Ash: "I don't want to eat this--I don't care for it."

Gwen: "Sorry, not that hungry for it. Thank you for offering, though."

Robbie: "Nah. Not in the mood. Thanks, though."

Akash: "I, uh, hate to disappoint you, but I don't like this food. Nothing to do with you or your cooking abilities, it's all me."

Jedi: "Thank you for considering me when offering this, but I am afraid I am not fond of this particular dish."

Carmen: "Ugh, it's disgusting, I'm not eating it."

"That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen someone wear."

Lexi: "Oh... Um, here's the thing: I think we can do better. With the outfit. It's, like, cute and all in a... Unique way. Grotesque maybe. It's the color, I think. We can fix it though! I'll help."

Maddie: "What are you wearing? Are you going to the town in that old Dr. Seuss movie? Or like a Star Trek vacation spot?" *Grins at joke*

Ash: "Why would you wear that? It doesn't really look good."

Gwen: "Oh wow. Um. Sorry, I--your outfit. It's... Interesting. Haven't really seen anything like it."

Robbie: "Oh my GOD! Sorry. Your outfit just took me by surprise. It's...dude, I can't -- it's awful. For your sake, please go change?"

Akash: "Um..." *runs hand through hair* "Look, buddy, I love you, but *grimaces* I think you can do better. Frankly, it's not good. It's...bad? For you. How about I help you pick out something that's more...you?"

Jedi: (silent for several moments) "That is certainly a very interesting choice of fashion. I have certainly not seen anything quite like it, that's for certain."

Carmen: "What in the world made you get into that - it's hideous. Never seen anything worse in fact."

Bonus for this one, because I have a couple specific fashion oriented characters I wanted to react to this--

Rose: *several seconds of panicked crisis* "Okay, we can make this work. Let's spruce up this outfit."

Alex: "Oh honey...darling. Babe. Sweetie. Treasure. Sweetheart. Sunshine. Baby. I'm running out of synonyms. We need to help your look. It's not that good."

Sam: "...this is weird for me, I usually have something to say here. Well, uh, that outfit isn't working for you. Sorry. Don't want to hurt your feelings. But I think your feelings might be more hurt by others. You're glad you're with me. I'll help you."

Niri: *several seconds of contemplating what to say, if anything, he can't talk, he has an excuse, but oh no they're expecting a response, any longer and he will be rude!!!* (hesitant signing): "I don't want to be rude, but I...don't like it. Sorry. Do you want me to help you? I'm good with fashion."

"I hope you stub your toe."

Lexi: "Y'know what? I wouldn't care if you stubbed your toe." (She thinks this is an insult)

Maddie: "I really hope you stub your toe. Cause that hurts. A lot. You've done it before, right? It's bad."

Ash: "Leave me alone and go stub your toe."

Gwen: "You're such a rude person - I hope you run into something and stub your pinky toe. Maybe that will teach you." (Akash: Gwen, babe, how would that teach them? Gwen: I don't know, it sounded better in my head.)

Robbie: "You wanna know what I think about you, Jason? You're a pompous prick bus stop. And the next time you turn a corner, I hope you slam your tiny toe right out of the joint. God, that's painful. And maybe you can get the nail caught on something too. And I hope someone wearing shoes steps on your bare toes as well. And I also hope--" *Akash probably pulls him away*

Akash: *gets as close as possible* "Why don't you go stub your toe or something. I hear that it hurts."

Jedi: "If you were to stub your toe, I will not make a promise to not enjoy it."

Carmen: "I cannot describe how much I want you to STUB YOUR TOE RIGHT NOW!"

Woo, that was a lot!

Tagging @foyle-writes-things @drchenquill @monstrouswrites @mysticstarlightduck @talesofsorrowandofruin @sleepyowlwrites @sleepywriter00 @sarandipitywrites @theeccentricraven @leahnardo-da-veggie + anyone else!

Y'all's sentence is, "Is anyone going to drink this?"

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whelvehitee · 8 months

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Bro lowkey I’m legit obsessed with powerpuff girls all over again like I’ve probably read all the fanfics that ao3 has to OFFER okay I’m legit just sitting here waiting on my ass for a story update from sbj and littlemiss23 since I literally fell INLOVE with the way they portray the ppg and rrb

Like I being genuine okay I’m just gonna do a headcanon drop here because I need breaks between studying otherwise my head is going to melt off and Instagram isn’t a good alternative.

The reds

Brick definitely loathed blossom till 10th grade (sophomore) like I feel like it’s a given since i read somewhere that brick was actually pretty smart but just acted dumb because he thought it was cool but I am so sure that he literally started actually studying in freshmen years just because everyone was like “blossom is so smart” “isn’t brick blossoms counterpath? Clearly the smarts lie on one end” or something like that and then just proceeded to study his ass off for one test and it just became normal for him to have competitive scores with blossom

ALSO LIKE THE TROPE WHERE THE ROWDYRUFFS JUST DISAPPEAR??? I LOVE THAT SHITOKAY like bro imagine the rowdy ruffs just randomly disappear once (they just moved out of town and started living with him instead of mojo Jojo since him wanted to strengthen the boys enough so that they could kill the power puff girls) and when they come back the ppg are just in total and utter chaos like dude best fanfic shit ever I’m not even lying

Brick and blossom wouldn’t get along at ALL okay like in the beginning it would be like they’d just look at eachother in the hallway and one side of the hall way would increase in temperature and the other side would decrease legit every student in that hallway would evacuate INSTANTLY

But they’d probably warm up to eachother after like the first semester and would be equally petty but wouldn’t feel threatened to command each others siblings if someone was out of line and the other would respect eachother to do it like it’d be a mutual thing definitely

SENIOR YEAR WOOHOO that shit busted up okay like this the year brick and blossoms shits actually haywire with college applications to weird feelings with eachother that neither of them want to discuss (they eventually do because of the blues)

By the mid of senior year I feel like they finally come to realize that the other has feelings for eachother but are too stuck up and arrogant to say it first (blossom does it definitely)

Also with brick I feel like with his time living with him I don’t think him could be considered a parent on paper so they live with Sara bellum instead and she’d be the surrogate parent for the boys and they boys actually love sara a lot since she respects their boundaries and they respect hers but I’m so sure there would be one time where boomer unconsciously called sara mom and at first it was a shock to everyone and and brick and Butch probably made fun about it for some time but after a while “ma” became a very common occurrence at home when she’d come home late from work and the boys would help her around the house and stuff brick probably didn’t want to get attached to her at first but she grew on him pretty fast with how nice she was (him would train the boys and Sara would teach them how to be gentlemen) so technically the boys had two moms that way?? Idk

Brick and blossom definitely still argued a lot as a couple like there ain’t no way two ambitious, arrogant as fuck and “I do what I want” bimbos would be getting along all merrily they’d definitely get into fights but they would quiet down when brick or blossom would realize whose mistake it really is and would just let the other lecture the other with complaints occasionally but nevertheless

These two sometimes I can’t see as a couple more as occasional besties or occasional flirties but I get the ship bro trust me I do they’re probably my favorite after the greens (sorry blues I’m not a very hopeless romantic trope enjoyer 😔😔)

#powerpuff girls #ppgz #him ppg #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #ppg blossom #ppg x rrb #rrb brick #rrb boomer #rrb butch #rowdyruff boys #headcanon #drabble

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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Office au where Matthew just got promoted and given a transfer to the main building of the company and while hob otherwise seems like a good dude... the way he treats his fiance is despicable!! Matthew catches him showing candid pics of his boss in the shower off and the other skeezy dudes saying "what they would like to do to the bitch". Matthew notices how hobs fists clench at this and his smile seems to take on a dangerous edge but nobody else seems to care.. he confronts hob casually just like "woah dude that Not Cool to be betraying someones trust like that??" But hob seems completely different and just gives him an awkward little grimace. But it keeps HAPPENING where hob will give the water cooler gossip about how much of a whiny slut dream actually is and Matthew has only met dream like twice and both times hes been an absolute Nightmare to deal with but thats still so fucked up no matter who it is!! This ends with Matthew getting angry that hob wont stop so he tells DREAM and its literally the worst conversation hes had in his life. Dream is like "yeah its a fetish we plan it out:)" and Matthew is like "OKAY IM LEAVING YOUR OFFICE NOW!!" he apologizes to hob who just finds it fucking hilarious instead of being angry but jokingly has him promise not to tell anyone as to not "ruin dreams fun" Matthew finds out while hob enjoys it greatly as well he says "given the opportunity i would beat most of these guys to death for what they genuinely say about dream so thats why i dont go out for drinks after work haha:)" Matthew is weirded out but cant help but notice all the tells after that... awkward...

-🔪

I deadass haven't stopped thinking about this since I first read it akdjfjgjdjdj

I'm imagining that conversation between Dream and Matthew...

"Hey boss. Can I just have a word?" He asks, hovering next to the door. It's time to go home, but Dream usually stays late anyway. And Matthew is pretty sure that he'll want to hear this.

"Go ahead." Dream says, waving his hand imperiously. He's still looking at the graphs from last quarter. "I am listening."

Matthew takes a deep breath. "Well, I know I haven't been hear long, but I really respect you, boss. And I feel like if it was the other way around, I'd want someone to tell me. Mr Gadling is your boyfriend, right?"

Dream looks up and raises an eyebrow. "My fiancé. What of it?"

Matthew shuffles awkwardly. Its worse now that Dream is looking at him. "Well, I've just noticed some stuff. He's being kind of... sleazy, I guess? I didn't really wanna join in but he was showing these pictures to some of the other guys. Pretty sure it was you, boss. In some... compromising positions."

Dream’s eyebrow twitches. "I see. Go on."

"He was saying some kind of gross things. I was trying not to listen! But he was talking about how... how you like it in the bedroom. Real degrading shit."

Dream sighs, and Matthew awaits what feels like an inevitable explosion. Instead, Dream smiles at him.

"It was very brave of you to tell me this, Matthew. I thank you, and I will not forget your loyalty." Matthew feels himself blushing. "But. There is no need for concern. I asked Mr Gadling to do what you have described. It is what you might call... a "kink thing"."

Matthew chokes on his next mouthful of air. "Oh. OH. Shit, I am so sorry, boss."

Dream’s eyes twinkle in a surprisingly friendly manner. "It is quite alright, Matthew. If anything I am quite pleased." He gives another imperious little hand wave. "You will receive a bonus on your next paycheck. Good evening."

Matthew decides that maybe it's time for a vacation, actually.

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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callsign-bunnie · 3 months

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Can i get some uhhhhhh RudyGhost? With Ghost getting jealous for the first time in ages? In a sexy way

I haven't written for them in AGES

Rodolfo couldn't remember the last time he'd had enough free time to go to a bar, let alone the last time he'd gotten drunk.

However, Ghost and he were... figuring out what exactly was between them and though neither had pointed anywhere in the area of exclusive, there definitely was something, so they'd both agreed to try a date.

It was... very obvious, very quickly, that neither of them were very experienced in that area. Ghost revealed that he didn't have much because pre-Roba, as Ghost put it, he was too anxious to really do much more than sleep around and then post Roba... Rodolfo could put the pieces together as to why he'd never dated.

Rodolfo, himself, never had fucking time. Alejandro kept him so busy with Los Vaqueros that going out on dates was nearly impossible and then... well, he'd never been that interested in them, if he was being honest.

Ghost had yet to show up, though.

Rodolfo had started out slow with the drinks. Alvarez had agreed to be his ride home, so he didn't have to worry about driving, but after about the first hour of waiting and texting and getting so response... he'd picked up the pace a bit.

He'd started with just two in the first hour, but he'd long lost count now that they were nearing the three hours late mark. God, this was embarrassing... Alejandro had expressed a worry that Ghost wasn't there for anything serious, despite him and Ghost being friends. Rodolfo had chalked it up to Alejandro just being overprotective, but now he was starting to believe it.

This was fucking embarrassing, too. He could handle being stood up, but the first semi date he'd ever been on and being stood up? This was mortifying.

Especially being stood up by Ghost... Everyone else had considered him to be this dark and closed off person, but Rodolfo had genuinely seen more. He'd genuinely wanted there to be more but... had he been wrong? Had Ghost really just been stringing them along?

They'd already hooked up a few times, despite not dating, and now Rodolfo was worried that that's all he'd been to Ghost, a just a cheap hookup, which stung. He wasn't easy, by any means. He didn't sleep around, he'd never slept around before Ghost. Just... something about him was very exciting to Rodolfo and so he'd leaned out of his comfort zone and one thing led to another...

The sex was very good, too, which just made this all so much more embarrassing.

He groaned and held his head, trying to count off just how much he'd had to drink and getting out his phone to text Alvarez to just come get him and take him to the ranch so he could lick his wounds a bit before having to face Ghost, again. God, he was probably laughing with Soap about how gullible Rodolfo was, and now Rodolfo was right back at Prom, trying to hold Alejandro back from beating the shit out of the dude who decided to target the only obviously gay kid in the school.

"Hey, while you're on that, want to put my number in?"

Rodolfo lifted his head, blinking and trying to clear the alcohol haze enough to look at the person to his left. Their words hit him and he realized they were very much flirting with him, which had his face bright red before his brain even knew to be flustered. "Oh uh... sorry, I'm waiting for someone." He mumbled, awkward even then when dealing with any sort of romantic attention.

They raised an eyebrow, looking around. "Doesn't look like they're showing up. You've been here for a while."

Rodolfo's face went more red, this time with embarrassment, and he shook his head, turning back to the bar. "I should go home."

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry." They quickly said and Rodolfo frowned as his arm was gently grabbed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean. You're just... really attractive and I guess I'm desperate to get lucky tonight."

Rodolfo did soften at the apology, it working a little too well on his very drunk self. Even still, it worked, because he did consider staying a bit longer. "Alright... I forgive you."

They relaxed and grinned before very suddenly their expression was dropping and they were taking several steps back right when Rodolfo's drunk brain took note of a presence at his back. He frowned and turned a little, being met with Ghost, who was very imposing in the dim light of the bar. "Get lost." Was all Ghost said, his voice hardly more than a cold snarl, and the other was quick to rush off with several mumbled apologies.

Rodolfo would admit that that display may have gotten him hot in a few places, but he was not going to just forget that he was mad at Ghost for being so late! Or... well, he wasn't going to forget until Ghost had him up against the bar, his hand on Rodolfo's shoulder, a thumb on his neck. Rodolfo swallowed, watching Ghost's eyes watch his throat. Fuck... "You're late..." Was all he could manage and it did not sound nearly as irritated as he felt about ten seconds before the action.

"You moved on fairly quick."

"I did not!" The irritation was back and Rodolfo huffed. "I wasn't even entertaining anything, I was just...." What was he doing?? Fuck, he couldn't remember, instead he just moved closer to Ghost. "I thought you'd stood me up..."

Finally, Ghost softened and he sighed, his eyes flicking to the other person, who was now all the way across the bar and occasionally glancing at them. "I was just... anxious. But I'm here now and I'm sticking close to you."

"Why?" Rodolfo asked, taking the back of Ghost's hand and pressing it to his face. Ghost's hands were always cold, and Rodolfo's face was very hot as of that moment,.

Ghost looked almost amused before his expression was turning to irritation, again. "I don't know. I don't like this feeling."

"What feeling?" Rodolfo had a bit of an idea, his stomach fluttering already, and the fluttering only intensified when Ghost leaned down to speak low in his ear. He became intensely aware of his own breathing, and just how hard it became at the action.

Ghost breathed out, though the sound was closer to a ragged growl, and his hot breath hit Rodolfo's neck in a very very arousing fashion. "I have to keep people away from what's mine, don't I?"

Oh, oh... Rodolfo shivered and then decided the best course of action was to bury his face in Ghost's chest and melt. "I think people would be more likely to stay away from what's yours if you came back to the ranch with me... Alejandro already gave me the keys, just in case for tonight."

"I think you're right, Rudy."

Oh god, what Ghost did to him... This feeling of someone being jealous over him was... so new. He was going to have to find ways to make it happen, again.

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