#once again this tease was prompted by how mean and rude you all are
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😇 Why don’t you come join me in bed? I have something sensitive just for you~
#once again this tease was prompted by how mean and rude you all are#with love: SUFFERRR 😇😇🥰🥰🥰#tease#me#tummy#belly#belly button#hips#waist line#tummy tease#✨sensitive✨#gif#self tickling#KIND OF#NOT REALLY#IM NOT EVEN TWORDISH EW#BTW if you ever wonder how I have the tword in my tags#I DEADASS either copy and paste someone else’s typed tword#or I use the autofill tag suggestions below and just tap on it for the tag#LMAO IM EXTRA I KNOW#but gotta tag appropriately ya know 😭😂#I Wonder if this is gonna get hit with a community lable again lmaoooo 🙈💀#anyway MWAHAHAHA#that is all 😇
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STWG prompt 17/4/24
prompt: "oops, that wasn't the plan"
pairing/character(s): steddie
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Steve's in the middle of squinting as he scans a library shelf for the textbook he needs when he gets rudely interrupted. A body crashes into him with nearly enough force to knock him over, and he only just manages to catch himself on the library shelves in front of him (with only a few casualties in the form of fallen books).
"Oops!" He hears from right behind him, way too loud for where they are. Sure, they're not in the silent study area, but it's still a library. Sudden noises are pretty noticeable.
Once he's recovered, he looks around the university library to see a few people's unimpressed eyes looking in his direction from their study desks. He feels heat rise from his chest to his cheeks at their attention, and suddenly flustered anger is coursing through him, because-
"What the hell?" He whisper yells, spinning around to face whoever had bumped into him.
He's about to start whisper yelling some more at whoever caused this, but then he sees who's stood in front of him, and- shit. He's hot.
Bright red, and with black curly hair up in a messy ponytail stands a guy around his height, with an expression Steve can only describe as mortification on his face. He's dressed in the student go-to late-night library session attire (university branded hoodie, sweatpants and shoes that are somewhere between slippers and clogs), and he's clutching something in one hand as he stares wide-eyed at Steve.
They stare at each other for a moment, and just as Steve's starting to get a little uncomfortable with it and opens his mouth to, once again, ask what the hell, the guy opens his own mouth and rushes out some hushed words.
"That wasn't the plan, I swear." He says nonsensically, and Steve just frowns at him.
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm doing this all wrong." The guy mutters to himself, and suddenly crouches down to pick up the books that had fallen off the shelf.
He seems to use the time facing the ground to collect himself, because once he's stood upright again with the pile of books held in front of him he offers Steve a shy smile.
"My name's Eddie, and you are, just... so attractive and I've been wanting to come and talk to you for, like, an hour, and maybe give you my number? But then, I'm a total clutz, so- so I tripped and almost knocked you over instead. I am so sorry about that, by the way." His nerves seem to come back as he talks, because Steve notices his fingers tap anxiously at the bottom of the book-pile.
Steve's a little stunned by the onslaught of words, and must take too long to respond because Eddie winces after a moment and shakes his head as he averts his eyes.
"This was stupid. I'm so sorry for interrupting your night, you're probably cramming for a test or something." Eddie offers him a wounded smile this time, glancing at his face again, and then makes to turn and walk away.
"Wait- no. You can- um. I would love your number. Sorry, you caught me off guard." Steve says quietly, and Eddie stops moving, eyes going wide again. God, his eyes remind Steve of Bambi.
Steve takes a deep breath and tries to find the charisma he swears he usually has when he's not ambushed with an unexpected hot man.
"I mean, how else will I know how to contact you when I sue you for damages?"
He says it with a smile and a teasing eyebrow raise, but Eddie looks panicked at the words, like that's somehow something he's genuinely worried about, so Steve raises the hand he'd caught himself on the shelves with to show off the slightly reddened base of his palm.
"I'm mortally injured over here, I hope you have good insurance."
Finally, Eddie huffs out a surprised laugh, and the smile stays on his face once he quietens. It's a very pretty smile, much better than the nervous one he was wearing before.
"Right. Well, luckily for you I have my contact details ready to go for situations like this." He says, and (with a little fumbling to reposition the books he's holding) offers Steve an incredibly crumpled up piece of paper.
Steve unfolds it to find a phone number scrawled out, with a ridiculous drawing of a stick figure holding a landline and a speech bubble saying 'call me!'. He carefully folds up the piece of paper, pointedly pockets it, and offers Eddie another smile.
"Thanks, I will for sure be calling later. I just- I am cramming for a test, you were right. So..." He trails off, a little unsure and awkward again.
Eddie just nods, still grinning, and makes to turn around again.
"I'm looking forward to it." He says, and then walks off, ridiculous tower of books still in his hands. Steve watches him go, and then takes a deep breath and looks back at the shelf.
How the fuck is he going to focus on studying now?
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie ficlet#they're both cringefail losers in this#affectionately#stwgdailyprompt#dailydrabble#mywriting
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I was wondering if you can do a fic for Mike schmidt.
The reader is constantly teasing mike innocently and most often no so innocently and one day he's had enough and just f*cks the reader so hard and multiple times where the reader tries to stand up they fall and can't walk for either a few hours or days.
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You loved teasing Mike. It wasn’t your fault, he just made it so fun to do, the way he reacted, the things he would do to you.
That’s why this weekend since Abby was away at her aunts you started off the morning with a nice breakfast for the two of you. Except the only thing you had on was your underwear and an apron that read ‘kiss the chef’ as you pranced around listening to your favourite songs, barely noticing when Mike halted in is steps behind you. His hands wrapped around your waist laughing into the side of your neck after you screamed in shock of his presence.
You grumbled, pushing him away after his rude interruption of your morning dance session, questioning if he wanted his eggs sunny side up or down on the floor. His laughter continued as he helped grab some plates and set the table watching you like a hawk as you placed the eggs onto them. He pulled you close as you wrapped your arms around him, “god, what’d i do to deserve you”, letting out a breathy laugh you wiggled out of his grasps prompting him to eat, which he did. uncomfortably. hunched over, unable to sit properly due to a certain issue in his pants which you chose to ignore.
After breakfast you took a shower and got ready for the day, taking advantage of the warm spring day, you opted for a nice summer dress that wrapped around you perfectly and flared out as you spun. continuing your endeavours of teasing you decided to be a little risky and not wear any panties leaving you bare apart from your dress. Heading back through the house you cleaned up the kitchen and living room as Mike was busy reading a book about dreams and their meanings on the couch.
He briefly looked up at you when you were loading the dishwasher and then once again when you were wiping the coffee table in front of him. Bending low to wipe one side giving him a more than nice view of your risks taken this morning, and then once again bending over the other side providing him a good eyeful of your breast.
It seemed he had had enough as you stood up straight again and he slammed his book shut throwing it next to him, before coming face to face with you.
“i’ve had fucking enough of your teasing this whole morning and don’t think you can just get away with it”
you squeal and attempt to run from him but before you can even make it to the bedroom door he has you in a fireman carry and slaps your bare behind, before placing you down on the bed. Your grin isn’t even hidden and you know he’s giving you hell for doing this on purpose. He’s quick to remove your dress, bending you over his lap and running his hand across your ass, feeling the smooth skin and digging his fingertips into your flesh.
your face heats up from the stark contrast of how clothed the two of you are but you only get more hot when his fingers fun across your pussy. He smack the skin in between your thighs and ass in quick successions leaving you gasping each time, “you fucking wanted this didn’t you, did that all on purpose cause you just wanna be fucked, well i’m gonna fuck you, so much you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow”
You expected to get a rise out of him but not this much.
He feels your wetness drip from your inner thighs onto his jeans, wasting no time to have you cowgirl on his lap with his cock in you. The girthy intrusion wasn’t something you were prepared for but the pain from the stretch is quickly cancelled out by the tip of his length hitting the best spot in you. Your warm wet walls are welcoming, wrapping around Mikes members and reminding him of why he fucking loves being inside of you so much.
He lifts you up off his cock while you mewl at the feeling of emptiness, bending you over the vanity dresser in your room he grabs a fistful of hair so you can watch yourself fall apart on his dick. His pants and your moans are loud and heard from everywhere in the house and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit has you going over the edge.
You expected him to cum soon after but no he carried you back over to the bed and pushed you face down into the sheets, entering two fingers into you rubbing your wetness on you before slapping your pussy and then thrusting deep in you. The overstimulation was too good for you to say no and so you just lied there all fucked out while Mike continued plowing into you. His hands grabbed onto your breast pushing you back against his chest allowing his cock to hit a whole new different spot inside of you.
You were practically dumb on his cock and he knew it as he left kisses along the base of you neck and rubbed at your clit. Until you came on his cock once more, this time he too released inside of you, his cum practically overflowing from your pussy as you tightened around him like a vice, watching it dripping down from your pussy to the base of his cock.
Pulling out slowly he watched as more of your mixed cum pooled from your fucked out hole. You whined as his fingers collected the dripping cum pushing the white globs back into you, your hands were pushing Mikes away and you watched with hooded eyes as he cleaned his fingers with his own mouth before pulling you into a heated wet and messy kiss.
The two of you curled up, bathing in each other presence until you woke up the next morning looking over next to you to find the sheets empty. You assumed Mike must’ve either gone to the job centre or was still somewhere in the house and as you prepared to slither out from the warm covers your mind raced back to last night as your face warmed up.
Smiling to yourself you went to stand up only to fall onto the floor with an echoing thud, putting in no effort to get up. Mike quickly came jogging into the room coming to halt when he saw you. Questioning if you were alright and helping you get up, soon after absolutely folded in laughter at your explanation of why your legs have out.
Fuck, you knew his pride would never let you forget about this for the next few days.
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#smut#josh hutcherson#mike schmidt#fnaf#fnaf movie#fnaf smut#josh hutcherson smut#mike schmidt imagine#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt smut
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prompt ✧ calling them a petname for the first time
characters ✧ aether, wanderer, childe, albedo, kazuha, xiao
warnings ✧ gn!reader, none!
a/n ✧ i should definitely expand the characters i write for, but i don’t feel like it
AETHER
✧ does a double take
when the sweet nickname rolled off your tongue, he barely noticed, but then your words echoed in his head. might ask you to repeat yourself because he was too focused on the name. he blushed a little before doing whatever it was you had asked, deciding not to mention it in fear you’d take it the wrong way. he prayed to the archons you’d call him it again.
"huh? what’d you say?“
WANDERER
✧ makes a face
when he heard you call him a lovey nickname, he turned to you with a sour face. he honestly wasn’t trying to be rude, it just confused him as to why you suddenly called him that. he knew it was a couple thing— and well you two were a couple so it wasn’t strange, but he realized that a bit too late. when you saw his face you apologized and repeated yourself, but used his name instead. he felt bad, he didn’t even mind the lovey nickname. decided to just use one back to you, hoping you could read his mind and know he didn’t mean anything by his expression.
"of course, dear."
CHILDE
✧ teases you
a sly smile instantly spread across his face when you called him the petname. starts ending every sentence with the same name you used, causing you to roll your eyes and refuse to call him that ever again. makes fun of you every chance he gets after that, even if it’s been months since the exchange. after teasing you for so long, he sort of adapted the petname and now unironically calls you it.
"what’d you call me?"
ALBEDO
✧ unfazed
completely ignored it, probably didn’t even notice till you called him by it multiple times. his mind is always occupied with something so sometimes he doesn’t register certain things you say, and thus the petname was filtered out. once you get comfortable and start regularly calling him that, he gets used to it. he questioned you one night, the pair of you equally as groggy from the long day, and he was curious.
"when did you start calling me that?"
KAZUHA
✧ calls you one back
his reaction was immediate and natural. when you requested something from him and sweetly called him a lovey nickname, he responded just as sweet. you both started regularly calling each other petnames after that. sometimes the crew teases him, but he doesn’t mind at all. tells you all the time how much he loves when you call him a cringy name of endearment.
"i adore when you call me that."
XIAO
✧ is confused
sort of pauses and looks at you with a furrowed brow. you would’ve taken it the wrong way if he didn’t instantly start questioning what it meant. he knew about the names couples call each other, but he wasn’t sure if they each had different meanings or something. you had to explain it to him, but it payed off because then he started calling you petnames. you had a feeling he was testing them all out because he called you a bunch of different ones for a while before settling on one. he probably asked your opinion during this time as well.
"which one do you prefer?"
#reader insert#genshin fanfic#genshin x reader#x reader#fanfic#gender netural#gn reader#scaramouche x reader#xiao x reader#kazuha x reader#childe x reader#albedo x reader#wanderer x reader#taintedtort
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500 special part 2: hunger in bed
Warning for character skipping meals (unintentionally), teasing and hunger, cheesy use of pet names
“Yep, power is not going to be back on for a while.” A says as they click their phone off with one hand while the lighting a candle with the other. A gets up and smiles, looking over at B. “Guess we are going to have to wait a little to head out for dinner out, huh?”
B sits on the edge of the bed with a huff and crosses their arms, “Why?” B doesn’t mean to come off rudely, but truth be told, B hasn’t eaten all day and their dinner reservation was their ticket to rescuing their stomach from its empty churning.
“Why? We can’t leave until the power is back on, it’s not safe to drive in the dark” A replies a little confused. They sit on the bed next to B to grab B’s face to look at them. “What’s with the face, sweetheart, you still get to spend time with me tonight.”
B feels their stomach muscles tighten unpleasantly like it’s going to growl, but no pressure gets relieved. Their tummy has been like that all day. It wasn’t like B didn’t eat on purpose. B had dinner early last night yet somehow still accidentally slept in so they missed breakfast and then as a consequence in they were nearly late to work and ended up forgetting to bring lunch with them. On top of that, conveniently, B forgot their phone and wallet to buy anything during their breaks and once B got home, they were too busy getting ready for their date. All day, their mouth has been watering, thinking of dinner like a reward for making it through the day.
Lost in thought, B didn’t realise their stomach muscles finally loosen until they feel a rumble through their ribs with a a short but audible grumble. Their stomach instinctively clenches again in after the sound.
“Was that your stomach?” A asks.
“I-“ B doesn’t know how to respond before a little lower in their left side another rumble issues, and they clasp a hand to their gut to cover it with a blush.
A moves closer with a little concern in their voice. “Woah, you sound really hungry.”
“I haven’t eaten in a while.” B shrugs defensively. Rubbing their hand across their belly.
“How long is a while?” A arches on of their eyebrows.
With a little shame, B responds “All day.”
A suddenly lays B down and leans over them in concern. “All day, why?” A puts their hand on B’s stomach.
B realises how embarrassing it is now to admit all their little mistakes that have led to one empty unhappy tummy. B quickly says sheepishly, “Late to work, no time to eat, forget lunch, forgot phone and wallet to pay for lunch, had to get ready.”
A looks down at B with concern and mild amusement. “You know you can’t starve your poor belly like that.” A says with a little more of a tease and squeezes their tummy a little, prompting their tummy to admit a quick humble growl. A moves lays their head onto to B’s stomach. A says with fake wonder, “Oh, I think I can hear the next one coming.”
“Can you stop teasing me” B complains in a whine like matter. They try to push A’s face away before their stomach has chance to make any noise again.
“Oh darling, this is just the consequence of neglecting yourself.” A smirks. They squeeze B’s lower belly gently again.
“Isn’t that right.” A says in response to a deeper groan like sound.
“Actually stop it”
“Or what?”
B stomach growls again, a higher pitched sound that sounds like it’s being squeezed at the end. B’s head dips in embarrassment.
“Thought so” A puts their hand back onto B’s stomach under their rib. “Wow, I can really feel them building up in there, do they hurt?” A’s ask and moves their hand back and forward against B’s abdomen. B shakes their head to not worry A.
“You sure…. You do sound bad?” A sighs now just leaving their hand motionless and spreading their fingers out instead feeling a silent vibration under their palm.
“Only the ones near my ribs” B comes clean as another pocket near their ribs tightly rumbles.
“See you can’t do this to yourself, darling, even if it’s just a day.” A leans over to boop B noise in concern and to annoy them.
“You could have told me you haven’t eaten today, I would have brought you something to eat before dinner, now look at your poor tummy.” A mock coos at the end.
“It’s okay, really.” B cringes at their belly whining in response.
“It’s not okay when your stomach is moaning at me.” A lightly scolds then breaks into a smile.
“Hopefully the power won’t take too long” B says hopefully, B’s voice breaks at the end in time for the lights above to flick on.
“Oh, powers back on,” A looks up to the lights before B stomach grumbles again and A squeezes it “Someone’s eager.”
#500 followes special/#hungry stomach#stomach growling#tummy noises#stomach kink#stomach noises#(2/5.)#i originally wrote the start ages ago and forgot the direction it was meant to take but I feel like what I originally planned was better#probably might re write this one in the future aswell
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oh god i loved your jealousy writing with Kokichi, that was amazing i cried 😭 im requesting smth thats self-insert 🙏 and also I've requested this prompt before for someone else I was following but they're prolly busy 🥲 so sorry for the "copy request" in a way 🙏🙏
(kokichi with a s/o that's also a great liar) in which they struggle to differentiate their own lies and feelings for other people (I have a hard time realizing I genuinely like people and it takes me a long long time to even manage to tell someone I love them out loud)
more details;; I've been struggling a lot more with dealing with my habits, I'm more of a pathological liar than compulsive, i just have a hard time coping with my behavior from time to time and I start to self-deprecate mentally
thing is, i feel like he would totally hate my behavior 💔💔 wondering just how he would put up with someone like me, in a established relationship (I have no idea what genre it should be but could be hurt/comfort or general fluff, you decide 😭🙏) sorry this is so long lmao 🥲
—— kokichi ouma with a s/o who’s a pathological liar
— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ( read the request ) kokichi with a s/o who can’t differ between their lies and actual feelings for others.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff
— 𝐜𝐰 : none?
— 𝐚/𝐧 : I AM , and repeat , SO SO SO sorry if i messed this up. feel free to request again if i did, cuz the delivery of what i did is kinda -,, re - read it once.
kokichi knew, before you two established a firm relationship, that you were good at lying.
he definitely had a hard time picking out what was a lie and what wasn’t a lie, and during those times he grew emotionally attached.
the only thing that he was worried about was the fact that your lying was sort of an instinct and hard to pick apart. that you did it without any reason, that you and him were similar in a few ways.
this meant that distrust could ruin the relationship, and kokichi was not going to let that happen, from you or him.
so he had you promise ( as well as him ) to be completely honest to each other, or at least tone down the deceitful behavior when around the other.
so, usual conversations would be something like : “ sooo, did you like my cooking?~ ” and then you’d reply with: “ haha, no. ” … “ I mean - yes. yeah, i actually do.” and so trust and loyalty grew stronger in the relationship.
before the relationship, though, you two would tease each other a lot. and prank each other.
you’d pranked him once by faking a confession for him. it worked, but something inside you bubbled. like you were speaking from the heart.
you swore you could see a faint blush growing on kokichi's face.
you could feel your heart pang when you broke the truth to him, his face for a second growing sad, before breaking out into a smile and saying, “ wow, you really had me for a second there! buuuut, you’ll have to try harder than that. ”
you felt something for kokichi — you didn’t know if it was love or something like that, but you felt something.
like a warm feeling sprouting, or excitement whenever you were around him. it felt nice.
it felt like the sun blaring on you during a cold winter’s day, or the heater in someone’s house turned up to the max during a snow storm.
of course, you thought it was all in your head and that these feelings didn’t exist. it was just another lie to yourself, that kokichi made you feel this way. even so …
when you asked shuichi about this ( in a somewhat rude way ) he came to the conclusion that you liked, no, loved kokichi.
kokichi was having the ( sort of ) same problem. was he really falling for you? you wouldn’t like him back, would you?
and it took a long time for you or him to confess, but finally, kokichi did end up confessing.
his confession was the most uncharacteristic you’ve ever seen him, stuttering, blushing lightly, like who the heck is this?
but you, after lots of hesitation, agreed. and then he kissed you.
that gesture filled you with emotion. you now belonged with kokichi ouma, your lying counterpart.
during the relationship, whenever kokichi suspects you’re lying, he says the usual, “ i HATE liars ” thing. of course, he could never hate you, but it’s the way he was self taught to get someone to tell the truth,, as well as some other forms of communication from him.
you both are quite the pair with pranks on your unsuspecting classmates. you got them the first time SUPER well, making them think you both did ‘ it ’ with each other. lmao get fooled
whenever you’d lie about disliking his clingy actions or over exaggerated mushy behavior, he’d continue doing it. that’s the only lie he can easily see without confirmation.
also definitely validates you. if you gave him a gun loaded with self affirmation praises and love, nothing that would hurt you, he’d use it all on you.
he knows how hard it is to live like this. after all, he’s almost like you.
something big to worry about was disloyalty, cheating. of course, you both trusted each other well. but there were those moments that seemed pretty suspicious, especially when kokichi was trying to prank you with it. let’s just say, that situation was a stepping stone and you two banned cheating pranks from ever happening again.
overall, i think kokichi would help the two of you grow as a pair, to help each other be more honest and understanding - as well as pick apart feelings from lies and misconceptions about others.
trust me, both of you are mega liars. and God couldn’t have put together a better picture than two who would help each other out through their struggles.
please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.
#danganronpa#drv3#kokichi ouma x reader#danganronpa drv3#danganronpa v3#drv3 killing harmony#danganronpa imagines#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#fluff#kokichi oma#ouma kokichi#drv3 kokichi#kokichi ouma#killing harmony#danganronpa kokichi#kokichi oma x reader#lying
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byler prompt: flirting god will and blushing mess mike accidentally switch roles momentarily but once mike realizes what he said and will seizes the opportunity to reciprocate, the roles go right back to normal, except it was just enough to get them to realize their feelings weren't as one sided as they thought.
TY SO MYCH FOR THE ASK WHOEVER YOU ARE
THIS IS SUPER SUPER ROUGH BECAUSE I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN AGES AND WAS LITERALLY WORD VOMITING SO THIS IS TECHNICALLY A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IF IT DOESNT LIVE UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS
William Byers never used to be this…forward, maybe it was living in Cali, maybe it was because Jane and Mike had broken up, maybe it was Vecna finally being dead, the upside down no longer plaguing him with every movement he’d take, and with everything being over and done with, that creepy crawling feeling was gone and he could breath normally, and with that he finally got the confidence to actually speak like a normal person to his best friend.
Well, maybe more than just a “normal person” but hey, seeing Mike get a bit flustered at his senseless flirting was always a plus, even if it didn’t mean anything in the end.
He’d always known how to get people riled up, in California he’d use the tactic to throw people off when they’d be rude to him or Jane. Throw a comment out there to make them stop in their tracks, blubbering like a fish out of water. It was amusing when it was them. But god with Mike it was different, cus he actually meant the words coming out of his mouth, and loved the flush that would spread over his best friends cheeks as he stared at Will with those wide eyes, looking vaguely like he’d had his first thought in a week, like he’d suddenly gained consciousness. His jaw would drop slightly his lips pursing in that way that made Will want so desperately to kiss him.
…..
He was awful.
He shouldn’t be using Mike like that, but he couldn’t stop himself, flirting with him was fun and easy and everything love should be. So he smiled and quipped and made little gestures and said his full name in that way that. It had gotten to the point he’d take almost every opportunity he could.
Hawkins was awful in the summer, any long fabrics or hair sticking to your skin uncomfortably, too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Too wet in Spring, too dry in Fall.
Ah the Midwest.
He was pulling at his pants as the party sat around him at their lunch table, chatting away about something or another. Mike sat at his side, way closer than he had too, almost the entire bench free to his right, but it’d been like that recently, and. Will definitely wasn’t complaining, he usually liked the contact, Mikes legs and side pressed against his in a way that made his cheeks flare.
“Jane, remind mom we gotta go summer clothes shopping.” He groaned dramatically, pushing Mike’s side. “Mike I know we both love you being in my personal space but please.” He whined, pouting at the boy.
“H-huh?” Mike’s eyes widened, his lips parting, “o-oh yeah of course yeah sorry-“ he stuttered over his words, shimmying away from Will, just enough so that they were no longer touching.
Max snickered in that knowing way of hers, despite her impaired vision, she seemed to read them like an open book. See right through them and the game they were playing. She looked…? between them for a moment. Will suddenly had a very bad feeling.
“Do any of you guys remember those short shorts Will would wear in middle school?” She said, fitting her chin onto her palm. “You should get some of those again,” she suggested.
“The ones from the mall?” Will pulled a face, his lips pursing in not exactly disgust but something close enough. Moving his gaze to Max as she nodded, a knowing look in her eyes.
Traitor.
Lucas made a wolf-whistle sound, “yeah man you looked good in those! I remember girls used to be practically tripping over themselves when you walked by,” he teased. Dustin snickered along with them.
All of them. Traitors.
“It was not like that.” Will huffed, glaring at Max despite the fact she couldn’t see it, she smiled at him widely, mischievous and playful.
Sometimes Will wondered if she was faking being blind.
Mike made a little sound, tilting his head to the side as he shrugged, absentmindedly moving his food around on his plate. “I meannn, a lot of people did stare at you,” he said, almost teasing as he smiled to his friend, “you looked good in them.” He added.
Will’s attention was almost immediately on him, as it so often was, leaning his head to the side, returning the teasing nature, “Micheal Wheeler,” he said playfully, teasing and light with his words. He loved the way Mikes lips twitched up at the use of his name. One of the easiest ways to flirt with Mike Wheeler. “Did you just so happen to be one of the people staring at lil ole me?” He asked innocently, fluttering his eyelashes at him, simply searching for a reaction.
Instead of stuttering or blushing like Will had expected, Mike merely looked up, as if recalling the events of that summer. He straightened his posture so that their height difference was more notable. Forcing Will to look up if he wanted to look at his face, which he did, of course.
“Would it be so bad if I was?” He asked, looking back down at Will with a deceivingly neutral expression, his voice sounding light and contemplative in a way. “I did say you looked good in them, didn’t I? It’s obvious people would stare.”
For once, it was Wills turn to blink rapidly, a blush spreading over his cheeks his lips openinghe breathed in the sentiment. Unsure what to make of it, was Mike calling him attractive? It felt like it. Warmth pooled in his stomach and spread throughout his body, all the way down his arms to his fingers and toes.
All he could do for a few long moments was stare, but with the way Mike was looking at him, expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question Will had to take a moment to recall. Mike eyes flitted down to the bottom half of his face, letting out a little huffy breath through his lips, impatience.
Right, right, Will needed to respond. “I guess I wouldn’t mind.” He finally said, so quiet he’d be surprised if Mike even heard it. His voice felt fleeting in his throat, like he was scared he’d break whatever bubble was around them if he was too loud, too obnoxious.
Mikes soft contemplative look quickly turned to fluster once more, as if his words and the implication of them finally caught up to him. And they both seemed to notice they’d been staring at each other for too long for it to be considered normal.
Mike quickly looked away from him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the boy gulped, his cheeks still flushed. Will watched him for a moment, the implication of Mike finding his attractive in short shorts kept turning in his head. He looked away then too, trying to focus back in on the conversation their friends had continued without them.
Max huffed loudly at something Lucas said. “We all know Will doesn’t give any of the girls who are into him the time of day.” She said. “He’s too focused on…other things.” Her non-existent stare looked between him and Mike, before shrugging, “like his grades, and college.”
Will was gonna murder her.
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With a S/O without strength but a really good fighter
[ HEADCANONS ] [ Hanako, Yashiro, Kou ]
[ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun / Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ]
× This is inspired in Bojji (from Ousama Ranking)
I love this prompt and I love this anime so nothing will stop me from write this!
Seriously, I need to write more for jshk, my heart is begging me to do it!
Hanako-kun
Your lack of strength is one of the first things that he notice about you (specially if you are a supernatural, for being the leader of the mysteries he have to know you), and he is really curious about it so he probably follow you around to find it out why you are like this (asking Tsuchigomori or even Nene too)
You ended noticing him (and maybe confront him) and that is how you two officialy meet, if you discover him while he was stalking following you he will be embarrased but will try to act like nothing, in case you summon him in the bathroom he will surprise but won't let you see it
Either way it won't take long for him to ask you about your condition, he have been so curious about it since the first moment, but will still try to keep that facade of the honorable 8th mystery
He will pester you about the whole thing (if you are a supernatural he will try to take advantage of his title as a leader), following you around and messing with you, so it doesn't take long for you to became friends with Hanako (but to become a couple it take more time, Hanako is really flirty and clingy but when it come to being sincere with his feelings he is shy)
Telling him your history about how someone stole your strength or not is your choise, but hearing it make him have mixed feelings, between saddnes and anger (and frustration too if you two already have an establish friendship/relationship), he feels bad for you having to live all your life like this (and after life too, in case you are a supernatural)
Hanako takes a moment of sincerity to express how he feels sorry and reasure you that you are brave and how you are perfectly fine just the way you are before returning to his normal self since he feels a little awkward whenever he gets this sincere
Hanako will tease you non stop about this, always saying things like how you don't have to worry about anything since you have the strong and handsome honorable 8th by your side or how he will save you just as your golden armor knight (but when he says that he will protect you from everything and anything he mean it)
He will never admit it out loud but he is always looking after your well-being and how to help you, looking for ways of how make things easier for you and even if there is a way to reverse the curse you have (even if you don't ask for it), he go as far to ask the mokkes to help you carry your things when they are to heavy (but ask for not saying that he was the one how tell them too)
For him to discover your true strength have to be one day where you where fighting against a supernatural (or even other mystery) and he get away from you, don't being able to protect you from an attack
He was already cursing himself when he sees you standing in the same spot like nothing happen, he was shocked but mesmerize, and with this you have the oportunity to actually fight (since Hanako could get really protective over you) taking advantage of the fact that he was too distracted to continue fighting you take care of the situation all by yourself
The fact that you are really powerful without even having strength flustered him a lot! He will be all blushy after this for a while (the others will tease him a lot for this), he feel like he just fall in love with you once again
Nene Yashiro
If you were already friends with her it would easier for her to notice that you always have problem to carry things, even light ones. She didn't ask you about it since she doesn't want to come across as rude or be disrespectful, but she ask Aoi and Hanako about it, maybe one of them could know something
But if she just get a crush in you without having exactly a close relationship then it will take her a long time to notice it, too blinded for her lovestruck. It have to be one of her friends who point it out
Still, she doesn't see much of a problem of it, she just thinks that your weakness makes you more cute, she compare you with a beautiful and delicate flower!
Also, she decided to take this as an opportunity to get close to you, maybe it wasn't the most romantic way but at least it was of use! Nene shyly approach you offering her help to carry your things
After that she just cling to you whenever she get the opportunity with the excuse of helping you, and with time you two became a couple (and she feel like in heaven!)
Also, after a while Nene plucks up the courage to ask you about your weakness, and when you tell her that you had to live your entire life like this since someone had steal your all strength she can feel the tears in her eyes for such sad story! (she's just being a little dramatic)
She took your hands and promise to you efforly that she always be there to help you and protect you! She say it with so much determination and confidence that is flattering, but when she actually notice what she did she quickly let out of your hands and get all shy and blusy again, quietly apologizing
And just as she said, Nene is always by your side trying to help you with whatever you need, she even introduce you to Kou and Hanako, maybe they could help you with something too!
She always drag you in her problems with supernaturals, putting you in danger by accident but she feels really bad for doing it, and she always deeply apologize after
But is one of those moments that she ended having the opportunity to see not just how fast you really are, but your true strength too, when a supernatural was close to attack her, just a blink of eye the supernatural was in the floor unable to move
And you were there, between her and the supernatural, slowly turning around to face her, asking if she was alright, but Nene was unable to answer, her mind was too busy with the image of you being her knight in golden armor
After thanking you she just get all blushy and shy around you for a while (just like when you two started dating), she feels like she had fallen in love with you once again!
Kou Minamoto
Kou is a really kind person and likes to help others whenever he can, so it wasn't strange for him to offer you his help when he saw you struguling (even if is just a little). It would take him some time to actually notice your lack of strength, especially when he gets a crush on you (even a small one)
He will be really curious about your condition but he is too nervous to ask you about it, if you two are already friends it would be a little more easy for him to bring the topic, and even so when he finally manage to ask you about it he does it shyly and quickly reasure you that you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, he will totally understand and he respect your privacy
Telling him or not is your choise, but when you tell him your story about how someone had stole your strength since you were little and you had been living like this all your life he will be moved by your story (even close to tears) and he quickly gets angry to however did this to you too, Kou is easy to impress and since he come from a family of exorcist he doesn't find difficult to believe your history
He start to rant a little about how you didn't deserve to suffer all of this too, and he will promise to you to help you with whatever you need with a lot of determination, even if you want to become stronger he will gladly help you
And when you two start dating his protectivness and desire to help you just increase, it isn't like he will stop you from doing things but he gets rather clingy, wanting to be there in case you need him
He will ask to Teru and Hanako if there is something he can do for you, if there is even a solution to your condition, not because he is bother for it but because is sadden him seeing you strugle for even the smallest things, he just wants to be able to help you
He tries to stay by your side most of the time (specially if you two are in the same class) and will be happy to introduce you to Yashiro, Hanako (well, with him he will be a little wary), Mitsuba and even Teru. He even ended up draging you to his problems with the supernaturals (and he feels really bad about it)
However, is in one of those occasions when he drag you to a fight that you show him your true strength, when he was too busy or not in time to protect you from an attack, he was feeling desperate and even cursing himself for it, but when he looks back at you you were perfectly fine, maybe just a bruise but nothing more
He was truly impress and amased since you aren't just capable to defeat the enemy on a second but also you were really fast, even faster than the supernatural
After all of you were out of the danger he will praise you a lot about your habilities, he will even rant about it with Yashiro and Hanako (and later on with Teru and Tiara), he is just so excited that he can't help himself
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Hi! For the kiss event, can we get prompt 4 for either Mihawk or Zoro?
Zoro x prompt 4: speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse
of course you can and aaah! thanks for requesting this!!! we all know now that I write better when it comes to emotionally unavailable men and mihawk was the perfect victim hehe. I absolutely adore this piece of writing and hope you will too! do let me know what you think ♡
gender neutral! sfw.
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Getting Mihawk to open up about anything was probably the hardest challenge you had to endure since you decided to train with him. He was always so avoidant, so detached, so cold. He agreed to let you stay with him cause he recognised your talent and potential, but never complimented you once - not explicitly, at least.
After a year of intensive training, spending hours together, the two of you somehow grew a lot closer than you expected at first. He didn't despise you, and that was a big accomplishment - he kept his stoic attitudes around you, but he was never rude. He did over-exaggerated sometimes during training sessions, teasing you and pushing all of your buttons to exert an emotional response from you; and he always did, he was good at it. Mihawk could see right through you, as if your soul and deepest feelings were an open book to him. He flipped with the pages and rewrote some of them, instilling new fears and gifting new sensations every time.
"These." he said once, catching a teardrop from your eye with the tip of his sword. "these will get you killed." he continued, wiping your tear away and leaving you alone, in the middle of the battle field.
He didn't mean any harm, really - he was only brutal cause he cared, although that definitely wasn't the best way to show it. It was only after you snapped back at him and won against him for the first time, that he finally opened up to you. After that tremendous afternoon, he started to tell you more about him, sometimes narrating some of his adventures, others sharing his political views with you. This was his way to show you that he truly cared; he never let anyone get this close to him.
So now, during one of your usual evening chats, you were sitting next to him on the sofa. He held his wine glass in his hands, sometimes moving it swiftly to get mix his wine and get the best taste out of hit.
"This is definitely the worst generation." he said, keeping his composure.
You nodded in response, as you kept looking at him - he was hypnotising. The way he gesticulated, his controversial yet so interesting takes on everything. Putting your glass on the coffee table in front of you, you leaned back on the sofa and started to listen to him again. Your gaze slowly shifted to his lips, appreciating how his beard gracefully framed his face. Mihawk instinctively stretched an arm toward you to fix a rebellious strand of hair that was now covering your face, never losing focus on what he was saying.
"I think it's time to go to bed." he concluded, causing you to frown. You were exhausted from the earlier training, but you could have stayed there for hours. You nodded, leaning towards him and leaving a soft, uncertain kiss on his lips just before he could say something else.
Mihawk reciprocated your kiss timidly, a brief act of intimacy that lasted just enough before you embarrassedly pulled away.
Visibly blushing, Mihawk cleared his throats trying to act as if nothing happened. "Goodnight, y/n." he said, his voice sounding hoarser and deeper than normal as a new, warm emotion made its way into his heart.
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Hii! Thank you for all ur works, it really makes my day when I read or reread your posts, and I hope you’re doing well💚 lately (months) my friends have been ditching last minute, so ig the prompt would be s/o has friends that are rude and mean (doesn’t have to be that specifically, it could just be a rude stranger) and (these are the characters) ningguang, yae, Jean, lisa and yelan stand up for them and comfort them… I need some comfort🥲
Them standing up to a rude stranger for you
Characters: Yae Miko/Jean x gn!reader (separate)
Warnings: none
a/n: I’m sorry, but I had to leave out Yelan, Ningguang and Lisa, I’ve been sitting here for the past 3 days already and honestly have no idea how to start for them or what to write afterwards, so I hope you’re fine with just Jean and Yae, if not then I’m once again really sorry.
I also hope that what I wrote matches what you envisioned, if I got something wrong or misunderstood anything, feel free to tell me and I’ll try again when I got the time.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Yae Miko
While most people would dream of not having to interact with rude people in their day to day lives, Yae couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted about everyone being on their best behaviour around her, trying their best to either suck up to her or blend into the background and be overlooked by the Guuji, terrified of what would happen if they weren’t. That being said, turning the table on people thinking it would be a good idea to be rude to her was far more enjoyable than her usual toying around with people. Seeing their faces change as she dismantled their confidence was already far more worth to her than gold could ever be.
So when she walked through the streets of Inazuma one day, only to spot you trying your best to act normal when there was a stranger being rude to you, Yae didn’t even have to think twice about intervening, and while her primary motivation was to help you out, it would have been a lie for her to deny that she wasn’t excited about the prospect of finally getting to deal with a rude person again.
While having another person be rude at you for no reason was something you could live without, what happened after Yae turned up to the scene, almost startling you as much as the other person with her sudden appearance, somehow was even worse to witness. Sure, while there might have been a part of you somewhat happy at seeing someone acting so ill-mannered to you, you gradually lost the feeling of witnessing someone’s comeuppance, when you realised that Yae seemed to enjoy this a bit too much, even for her standards.
By the time you had managed to convince Yae to stop, most of the people around you silently looked at the three of you from a distance, no one being brave enough to interfere or even say a word as they saw their fellow citizen’s ego getting dismantled piece by piece, until not even you felt anything but pity towards them, the Guuji finally letting them leave as you couldn’t help but follow the shell of a former human with your eyes.
“W-What did you do?”, you couldn’t help but ask out loud, only to regret it just a split second later, suddenly fearing that she might still be in the mood for doing what she just did to another person.
“It’s called: ‘standing up for someone’, something I have to do for you if you don’t know how to do it yourself. I don’t even want to imagine what plans people would come up with when they saw that they could get away with treating the Guuji’s partner like a punching bag”, Yae responded in an amused tone, almost seeming like a completely other person than just a few moments ago.
“I know. But did you have to do this so… I mean, couldn’t you have done this less-”, you tried to finish your sentence, only for Yae to quickly interrupt you with a small chuckle.
“What? Jealous?”, she teased, either in an attempt to surprise and confuse you, or to cut you off and move on to a different subject. Though, since it was the Yae Miko you were talking about, it was very likely that it was a weird combination of both.
Either way, she turned out successful, as the silence that followed only ended when Yae signalled you to follow her before starting a different conversation.
Jean
Luckily for Jean, she didn’t have to deal with rude people in her day to day life, most knights and citizens on Mondstadt holding her in such a high regard that they’d probably chase anyone talking ill about her out of the city themselves, and while the negotiations with the Fatui she had to attend from time to time weren’t the most pleasant and often got plagued with passive aggressive remarks from either side, they weren’t outride rude.
That being said, the same could not be said about the other knights’ situation. And while there weren’t many that had ill feelings towards them, Mondstadt had a well-deserved reputation as a nation with a love for alcoholic beverages, and if there was one thing that had the potential to turn people’s normal behaviour into rude one, it was just that. Alcohol.
As Jean looked over the aftermath of yet another of Mondstadt’s popular festivals, with the sound of people celebrating still lurking in the background and the stench of all the consumed alcohol filling the air, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat lucky about not having decided to patrol the streets during the height of the celebrations, knowing all too well that looking over a crowd of drinking people could be very difficult at times. That being said, there was also a lot of guilt being felt about having others do such a demanding job, when all she had to do was fill out yet another mountain of paperwork in her office, especially once she spotted what looked like a knight having to deal with one of the remaining attendees, not sober enough to act polite while being too drunk to care. And while Jean already made her way over, she caught herself picking up pace when she realised that the knight in question was none other than you.
“I know that there just was a big festival and a lot to drink, but that is no reason to act so rude towards anyone, especially a Knight of Favonius”, Jean made her presence known, only for the drunk almost snap at her in response.
“And who are you to- Oh, Acting Grandmaster Jean… I’m sorry, I… didn’t notice it was you”, they were—relatively—quick to apologise, Jean immediately following up.
“Is there a problem I can help with, or is everything cleared up now?”, she asked before glancing towards you, only for the other person to follow her look and do the same.
“They were simply asking for direction, so there’s no need for you to do anything, acting Grandmaster”, you lied, simply wanting for this situation to end as quickly as possible as you could honestly feel yourself growing exhausted from today’s work, the drunk person quickly using the opportunity to play along and make their way out of there.
“I’m sorry for having you and the others put up with all of this, I wish I could have helped, but there was a lot of paperwork for me to do”, the acting Grandmaster apologised, only for you to quickly shake your head.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. Although I have to admit that this is job a bit exhausting”, you assured her before letting out a small yawn. “I actually planned on inviting you for a drink afterwards, but seeing as I reckon that most people still there probably had one too many glasses to drink, I suddenly don’t feel like going anymore”, you half-joked, only for Jean to shoot you a small smile.
“I would say you did enough today, lets tell the others and then go home.”
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Good Omentober Day 7 - A.Z. Fell and Co
Prompt by @disaster-dog
Crowley is working the night shift at the bookshop and an unexpected visitor makes an entrance. Crowley gets a little bit too open but learns to enjoy the company of this stranger.
Crowley had somehow found himself minding the store as Aziraphale went to some social function at one of the other stores. Crowley had been invited, of course, but he gave some half-hearted excuse about needing to take care of his plants.
It wasn't a full lie, however. Over time there was a growing nursery of plants around the bookshop, all carefully selected to thrive in the low light.
Aziraphale was firmly against Crowley intimidating the planets in the store but Crowley wanted them to be the best they could be so he used the small breaks Aziraphale took from reading to give the plants a little TLC.
After telling Aziraphale about his plan to stay, however, the angel assured him that he could keep the store open since he’d mistakenly been closed for almost a week straight.
Crowley was hardly about to argue and had made himself quite comfortable sitting at Aziraphale’s desk with his leg propped up onto the tabletop and he slowly sipped on his whisky.
The chiming of the small bell attached to the door threw him off guard though and he watched as a young man wandered in looking lost. He approached the counter and Crowley let out an incredibly long groan before slinking over to the counter.
“Welcome to A. Z Fell and Co, whatever you want we don’t have it,” He murmured, slurring his speech slightly. He didn’t realise just how much he’d been drinking obviously.
“Oh I mean, I’m happy to have a look around, I won’t be a bother,” They assured sheepishly.
Crowley absently waved them off before sitting back down and topping up his drink. He occasionally snuck glances at the man walking through the store but Crowley quickly realised he wasn’t a threat. Even if he was, Crowley could take care of easily. The drunkenness may be a hindrance but Crowley wasn’t one to let that stop him.
“I can’t believe some of the stuff in here!” The man gushed, picking up a particularly old and particularly frail book from the shelf.
Crowley hissed slightly and his protectiveness kicked in. He swooped over and gently took the book to Aziraphale’s desk, “Sorry, don’t know how that got in there.”
“I couldn’t imagine working in a place like this.”
The demon chuckled, once again nesting in his perch, “You and me both my friend.”
“So are you Mr Fell?” He asked nonchalantly.
Crowley was suddenly very glad that the patron was on the other side of the bookshelf as his face flushed red. He looked down at the wedding ring which hadn’t left his finger since he’d gotten it, “Crowley-Fell, technically. Mr Fell is my partner.”
“Ooo a hyphen, how progressive.” He teased quietly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude I just-”
“It’s fine,” Crowley shrugged. The demon had heard much worse in his time, “What about yourself, though?”
The customer looked stunned, as if they’d never been asked that question before before stuttering, “R-Riley.”
Crowley nodded and took another smooth sip of his drink, “You know, Riley, most people don’t come to bookstores at this time of day.”
Riley nodded quickly before shuffling closer to Crowley. “You’re too right, actually, I can’t say I came here entirely unprompted just, you see…” Riley quickly adjusted his coat before continuing, “I was actually hoping you would have a position available, you see I’ve been looking for work for a long time and it’s surprising just how useless a Literature degree is in the grand scheme of things-”
Crowley put a hand up to stop the man’s rambling, “I’m hardly the person to talk to about this. I can take a note and you can talk to my partner? I’m really just house-sitting for today.”
Riley nodded and began to rattle off his details to Crowley who quickly stopped him and shoved a notepad in his direction, “I’m truly in no shape to be writing right now.”
Riley quickly scrubbed everything down, being a little bit too precise it seemed. “So, Mr Crowley-Fell, you said? How long have you been with Mr Fell?”
Crowley chuckled slightly and finally put his drink down, “Longer than I can remember.”
It wasn’t entirely dishonest but he didn’t feel like explaining the intricacies of their relationship to any random who walked in.
Riley just nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, “That’s lovely. Hopefully, I find someone like that one day.”
Crowley hummed before getting up to grab another glass. With his usual drinking buddy gone, Riley seemed like a fine fit. He was a dork who liked books too much and although Crowley would never utter it out loud, he smelt the same cologne on the young man as he did Aziraphale. “Sit down. Whiskey fine?”
Riley sputtered slightly before nervously sitting down, “This isn’t the kind of job interview I’m used to.”
“Not an interview,” Crowley corrected before pouring a generous glass and slumping back onto the sofa before continuing, “But I want to get drunk and drinking alone isn’t any fun.”
It was clear a million thoughts were racing through Riley’s head but he tentatively sipped the drink before coughing as he felt the harsh liquid tickle the back of his throat.
Crowley himself almost spit his drink out laughing as he saw the kid’s reaction, “Oh god, I’m sorry are you okay?” He asked between wheezes.
Riley nodded before quickly placing the glass down, “Sorry, not a big drinker.”
“Aziraphale will like that.”
“Aziraphale?” Riley questioned.
“Shit sorry, that’s his… it’s just a nickname. Long story.”
“I have time.” Riley beamed, though a hint of apprehension licked his words as he worried if he went too far.
Crowley looked around the bookshop for an out, his eyes settling on the gramophone in the corner, “It’s just a song we used to listen to.”
The kid nodded before moving on to his next question. He quickly discovered why they call alcohol social lubricant, “So if your partner likes books, and you don’t work here, what do you do?”
Crowley paused, wondering how many hard questions this kid was going to have. He’d been many things over the years but he was quickly drawing a blank. “I’m a…” He looked over at the Monstera in the window, “Gardener. Mhm, I garden.”
Riley looked him up and down and while he didn’t say anything, Crowley could feel him scrutinising his outfit. Tight jeans weren’t great for bending down and pruning and that jacket looked expensive…
“I’m retired.” Crowley sighed before finishing his fifth and final glass for the night.
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Still The Same
((Lee Varian & Ler Eugene. Strictly platonic! Shippers DNI!))
Rapunzel ran her fingers through her golden locks nervously. It had been several weeks since Varian had helped defeat the Saporians and things had gotten much more normal. Or as normal as things could get. Varian was on their side again and he was happy and back with his dad. So why did Rapunzel still feel so anxious around the boy? Maybe it was the bad blood between them that had long since been resolved. A small part of the princess worried the sweet, clever alchemist had changed and in a few ways, he had. Rapunzel was drawn from her thoughts by a shrill screech from down the hall!
“AHHHAHAHA! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” The princess bolted down the hall to the source of Varian’s scream. He could be hurt, or in trouble, or worse! She threw open the door to Eugene’s room and what she saw was not at all what she had been expecting.
Varian was squirming and writhing as her boyfriend— tickled him? Sure enough, Eugene was pinning the alchemist down and mercilessly spidering his fingers along his stomach, sides, neck, and anywhere he could reach. Rapunzel smiled to herself. That was definitely the Varian she knew and loved.
“RAHAHAPUNZEHEHEL HEHELP!!” The purple clad princess look at Varian who was shrieking with laughter and pleading for her aid. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“What even is going on?” Eugene looked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice and paused his relentless attack on Varian’s stomach.
“Oh hi, Blondie. Just helping Varian here, loosen up a bit.”
Varian giggled, once he’d caught his breath enough to speak.
“He’s trying to kill me ‘cause his a jerk- WAIHAIAT, WAIT EUGENE I’M KIHIDDING! I’M KIHIHIHIDDING!!” Varian quickly crumpled back into fits of laughter as the ex-con man resumed his attack.
“Last I checked you were the one who asked for this Hairstripe. Literally.”
Rapunzel cocked her head to the side as she watched the adorable scene before her.
“So he likes it?”
Eugene flashed her a smirk and nodded, while Varian writhed beneath him.
“Yup. He doesn’t like to admit it though, but he loves it when I tickle him. Especially just like this.” Eugene demonstrated by vibrating his fingers against Varian’s stomach making him screech and bat him away half heartedly.
“DOHOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAT WOHORD!” He screeched out, his face bright red. Whether it was from the teases or the tickling, no one was sure.
Eugene grinned evilly,
“What word? You don’t like it when I tickle, tickle, tickle you?”
Varian let out a strangled groan through his laughter. This was exactly how he died, he was sure of it.
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”
“Uh, rude! How dare you!”
Rapunzel smiled again,
“I see. But you might wanna stop, Eugene. Don’t actually kill him.”
“PLEHEASE! LISTEN TOHOHO HEHEHER!” Varian’s giggles and laughter were starting to fade into silent hiccups. Eugene chuckled, but let the boy go.
Varian curled up in a giggly ball trying to rub the phantom tingles away.
“Thahat was sohoho mean.”
“Didn’t hear you ask me to stop, Goggles.” Varian flipped Eugene off in response, forgetting Rapunzel was still there. The princess cleared her throat. Varian squeaked and gave her a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, princess.” Rapunzel laughed softly.
“It’s okay, but if I catch that again I might just have to tickle you.”
Varian’s cheeks flushed bright red again.
“Trust me, Sunshine. He’ll love it.”
“Shut up, Fitzherbert!”
Rapunzel just shook her head fondly. Things may have changed, but Varian was still the same boy she knew. Just slightly different from before. But maybe the changes were for the better. The princess flinched drawn back to reality by a squeal.
“NOHOHOHT AGAHAHAIN!”
Rapunzel laughed and went to intervene.
“Look out boys, here I come!”
A/N: I’d like to give credit to @anxious-lee for the idea with their head canon that inspired the little drabble. Also for getting me into lee!Varian content. P.S. I was the lee!varian anon ;)
Also if anyone has any tk prompts for Varian they’d like to see please let me know! There is no good tword content anywhere for him!
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Hi Riley (if it's okay if I call you by your name?), I'd like to request a fic for golden-retriever!cedric x black-cat!gryffindor!reader of how they first met, I'll include a few prompts & a short backstory how I think they first met (if it's okay to you, you can change it or blend it the way you want as well🤗🤗):
The prompt:
Let's get to know each other over dinner. (reader
There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight. (Cedric
We always light candles for dinner. In fact, almost every part of the castle lights candles (Reader
It looks the same (Reader
i didn’t mean to say the things i did and i apologise for that (reader
I know, but if you'd be so fine, allow me to be the gentleman and walk back the lady before me (Cedric
...If it pleases you (reader
Thank you. And, I'll see you around I guess (reader
...She quite stunning, isn't she? (Cedric
The background
Reader's 16, Cedric's 17, they're the same year but different houses, and were chosen as the newest perfect of their house
From the original book shown, each houses have 2 perfects, a boy and a girl, and they'll be patrolling together
Here, each house collaborate with each other's perfect, under Professor McGonagall's supervision
Cedric and reader were paired together, they first met each other when Professor McGonagall called both of them in her office, to introduce them to each others
Reader at first questioned why it wouldn't be her housemate just as before the old tradition? While Cedric said nothing as he keeps on smiling but inwardly thinking this is all too troublesome
Cedric's personality is still the same as the book shown, but sometimes, he does not show his true feelings and has a somewhat elusive side, where he finds everyone's expectation on him is too tiring and just wants to give up for once
After Professor McGonagall's explanation and persisting, reader and cedric both went together for dinner
During their time together, they're both silent whole time while cedric tries to find a way to look through reader, but not managed to which makes him frustrated a little
What caught him off is when reader questioned him what he keeps looking at her, and remarked thet he thinks too much and should stop it
Cedric still smiling, and tried to debute it when the lights suddenly all cut off, which makes no way for both of them and cast lumos while light up a few candles too
Cedric remarks how funny the situation while the reader deadpan about it, they both return to silence again before reader apologize for being rude, which cedric smiles as he smirks and teases reader about it, while she does the same to him
They both then began to talk about their schedules, priorities etc... before cedric walk back reader, which she sighs about it and can't help but think cedric's like a puppy that wishing to be adore
They both bid goodbye, before reader grab cedric's hem and say she'll see him around, which he can't help but chuckle out loud when he sees her getting flustered, and pat her head as he let her go
Cedric can't help but keep on thinking as he walls back and muttered out the last prompt when he's back to his own dorm
About the reader, I mentioned that she's a bit like Tori Spring from Heartstopper, but actually she's also a bit like Noah while Cedric's like Yuri from Their Ark, a Korean manga, here's the link: https://vyvymanga.net/manga/their-ark
I recommend reading from chapter 31 to 40, but the entire story is so good that I'd rather you read from chapter 1 first! Reader's a mix of Tori and Noah. And gosh, this is way too long... I'm sorry for getting too detailed but I can't help it😭😭 you can ignore some words you want, if it's too annoying!
Hope you have a good day!
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Hi 🍁 Anon! Nice to see you again, hope you have an amazing day 🥰
Ofc it’s more than okay if you call me by my name and I surely will be using most of the prompts and backstory that you gave me for the fic, thank you so much 🫶🏼 The manga seems fun, I will be cheeking it as soon as I can for some inspiration and I will post the fic when it’s ready
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School Muffins -Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: Undercooked school muffins bring love
Warnings: Nothing but Gareth being a homie and Eddie and Reader awkwardly flirting with each other
Word count: 1.0k
A/N: This was requested by Anon with prompt list, they requested #5 with Eddie Munson: “If i ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” This is my first time doing a prompt so hopefully it’s not to bad. If you enjoyed this, I have requests open both for prompts and everything else
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“This is chicken scratch. Gareth, how can you even read this?” You questioned as you pushed your way through the crowd of students all flooding out of class. Dodging elbows and stepping over feet, you peered down at the paper in your hand again.
Groaning, you crumpled the paper, adding more creases and wrinkles to the already ruined paper. “I’ve seen better writing from Eddie.” You called back to the male behind you that was worming his way through the student body. “That’s rude, have you seen his writing? If my writing is chicken scratch, then his has to be baby scribbles.” Gareth spoke as he appeared beside you, pulling the paper ball out of your hand.
“You made it worse, look what you did.” He waved the paper ball around for a moment before shoving it into his pocket with a dramatic roll of his eyes.
After avoiding an elbow to the face, you pulled Gareth with you into the school cafeteria. Only letting him go when he showed interest in what was being served for the day.
From where you stood you began to squint, as you peered over the multiple faces of the cafeteria before landing on a familiar face. “Found Eddie. Looks like Jeff is already there as well. Oh wait, did you grab me something?” You questioned Gareth as he turned around with his tray.
“Want the muffin? It’s a mystery what flavor it is.” He spoke as you both made your way to the table where the rest of the hellfire group sat. “Sure, the worst thing that can happen is it being undercooked.” You grabbed the muffin off his tray, unable to hold back the noise of confusion at the texture of it. “I was wrong, very very wrong.” Disgust outlines your voice as Gareth snorts at the expression painted on your face.
“Look, it’s your prince charming.” Gareth teased as you both neared the table, earning a rather rough elbow in the ribs for his words as you felt warmth flood your face. He glared at you as you both sat down in your respective spots.
“I think my dog ate some of my dnd dice.” Was the first thing you heard as you tuned into the conversation. “What? Jeff, you let Pippin eat your dice?” You ask in disbelief as you turn your attention to him.
“I didn’t mean to let him. He somehow got into my room; I think my mom let him in.” He pauses to eat some fruit salad off his tray. “He ate my D4 and D8.”
“I’m sure (Y/N) will give you a spare set, they always have them.” Turning your attention to Eddie, you almost jumped out of your skin as you realized how close he was. “Won’t you?” He speaks once more with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh, yeah I can. I always have spare sets on me.” Eddie’s hand suddenly landing on your shoulder made your heart start pounding in your chest so hard, you swore it was going to rip out of your chest and flop onto the dull table. “Our (Y/N), always prepared for anything.”
As the table went back to talking among themselves, Eddie’s hand was still glued to your shoulder without any signs of moving. Taking a deep breath, you dared to let your eyes wander to Eddie once more.
“Hi.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him.
“Hi.” Eddie copied.
A heartbeat of silence passed over you two before you remembered the disgusting muffin in your hand. “Ever eat these?” You blurt out to the metal head beside you.
“A muffin? Yeah, I think I’ve had a few in my years.” The warmth appears once more as Eddie snickers at the clear panic on your face. “No, I meant like a school muffin. Obviously, you’ve had a muffin before, who hasn’t? It would be weird if you hadn’t before, not calling you weird-” You pause as you steal a look at the male who has a soft smile on his face as you ramble.
“I’m going to stop now.” Eddie shakes his head and moves his hand to instead wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you closer. “No no, please continue. Tell me more about the great school muffin and how some haven’t journeyed to have them yet.” He teases quietly.
Biting back the embarrassment flooding your veins, you chose to clear your throat as best as you could before holding up the muffin. “I mean, I don’t blame them. It has the texture of slime.” You bluntly state which gets a snort in response.
“Then how did the school muffin get into your inventory, dear merchant?” Eddie questions with a slight head tilt, reminding you of a puppy seeing something new for the first time.
“Gareth The Great was kind enough to give it to me, payment he said for all my wares.” You play along with the Hellfire Club leader.
The group had decided rather early on that you were the ‘Merchant’ of the group due to always having replacements for lost dice, lost pencils and whatever else the group needed. You could name dozens of times off the top of your head that someone had lost a dice or unfortunately had left them at home.
“Payment he said? I never knew you required payment. Had we all been using your wares without the worry of payment?” You snicker at his words before shrugging. “I didn’t want to lose my best customers; it would kill my business.”
You both laugh at the exchange for a few moments before falling into a comfortable silence.
“I guess I need to think of a payment for all the wares I’ve used over the years.” His fingers drag themselves along your shoulder.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. You always do.” You place the disgusting muffin onto the table, ignoring the feeling left on your hand and the warmth strangling you.
A gentle tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the club leader with a “Yesss?”
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
Ignoring the pounding in your ears, you turned to Eddie with a smile.
“Well, I need my payment somehow, don’t I?”
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Kissing Sam Wilson #12 - Legacy (SamBucky, 500 words)
@samsseptember prompt - Shield | Legacy
Sam caught Bucky staring at the shield. It wasn’t uncommon for him, those moments of reflection. It always brought a lot of feelings to Sam. Anger was one of those feelings, unfortunately. He was angry at Steve at times for what he had done. He had abandoned the Avengers, the present, and consequently, Bucky. His best friend had needed him, relied on him and loved him. He had come back from the dead, ready to begin again with Steve, only to lose him.
The shield hurt Bucky, but at the same time, he was the biggest defender of its legacy. “It’s important,” he had said once, a few months back. “It’s important that people know Captain America is still around and that he’ll make a difference.”
“Oh, he will,” Sam had assured, hand on his shoulder. That had been a couple weeks ago. Now, Bucky was staring again.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he teased, coming up from behind him and wrapping an arm around his waist. He put his head on Bucky’s shoulder, the position comfortable. They were so at ease with each other now. “You’re staring at the good old red, white and blue.”
“Yeah, I guess I was,” Bucky said, closing his eyes. “Keep thinking about those idiots giving you crap on TV.”
Ah. Sam had heard a thing or two about that. The usual right-wing talking heads always had something rude to say about Sam, and how he was ruining the things that Steve stood for. Which was hilarious, because they were more alike than different - in most aspects. Sam would never have abandoned Bucky like Steve did. Or, at least he hoped. He tried not to judge, but judging was…easy to do under certain circumstances.
“Don’t mind them,” Sam said. “They have no idea who he was or what his legacy is.”
“No, they really don’t,” Bucky agreed glumly. “It just exhausts me sometimes. They don’t understand that what you’re doing for the shield is better than what Steve did with it.”
Sam laughed softly at that, spinning Bucky around. In spite of Bucky being bigger and wider than him, he spun around and right into a tight hug. A smile crossed his face, all of the sadness floating away.
“Better than Steve?” Sam asked. “You sure about that.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Steve had good intentions when he became Captain America. For the world we lived in, he was doing a good job. With the war, he was able to rouse people together, to create a sense of patriotism. But he was a figurehead, a tool. The government used him for their means.”
“Yeah, I know the history…” Sam agreed. “But he did something real.”
“Of course he did,” Bucky admitted, taking hold of his hands, “but what you’re doing matters so much. To this America. The America of now.”
It was such a complicated topic. Sam winced a little.
Then he did the only thing he could do to express all of that emotion. He kissed him.
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This isn’t really from the prompt list if that's okay, but what about Peter inflicting his show on the poor unprepared cyborg? Maybe followed by an invitation to come up and peel all the costume parts off after? (Probably more gross and sweaty than sexy in reality, but still. They can have a sexy shower together. Or maybe not. You’re probably not supposed to put your prosthetics in the shower. Are there water proof prosthetics? I'm going to look that up now.
I think there might be??? I know you can get waterproof ones, but I think those are meant for swimming.
However, I have an idea, haha.
Warning: shower scene (not much mentioned because I still don't know what the limit is with tumblr when it comes to certain content)
On with the fic!
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It wasn't hard to spot Arthur after the show, the man stuck out like a sore thumb in his button up shirt and, of course, a bow tie. Totally not gothic, bow ties. Well, maybe if they were little bat wings, a la Jack Skellington. Maybe Peter should get him one, bet that would look spiffy when Halloween comes around.
"Hey, you actually came to the show!" Peter loudly said as he approached, still fully in costume. He stopped when a stagehand grabbed his wrist, trying to get the fire props off. Probably best he let her do that, don't wanna burn the jacket. Again.
Arthur gave him an awkward smile. "I promised I would finally see your show, Peter."
"And? Whatcha think?"
The smile grew tight and the stagehand snorted. Peter glared at her and she went about removing the other fire prop, still looking amused.
"It was... flashy." Arthur commented. "No, wait, I mean, technically it was, through all the lights and pyrotechnics. But... what's the word I'm looking for..."
"Amazing? Cool? Sexy? Spooky?"
"Camp."
Peter opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it with an audible click. He shrugged. "Alright, you get that one. Vampires are a very camp genre, no matter how hetero some people try to make it."
"Clearly." Arthur commented, watching as a few of the scantly clad vampire actresses walked by.
"The irony is that I'm bi and they're a bunch of lesbians." Peter smirked before throwing an arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Come on, let's go up to the flat, honey. You can tell me more about what you thought on the way up."
"I feel like this is one of instances where I should not voice my opinions or suggestions."
"Boo, that's harsh."
They headed for the lifts together, with Peter talking about the show a bit, explaining the plot, which seemed to have escaped Arthur very early on in the show. Then the man cleared his throat.
"Dear, as much as I enjoy you being close to me, I hate to be rude but... you need a shower."
"Hm?" Peter then realized that for one, he was still in his full costume, and two, he had been prancing about on a stage under dozens of very hot stage lights for over an hour in nearly only leather and a wig.
Yeah, he stunk.
"Right, yeah, could use one of those." Then he smirked, wagging his eyebrow. "Care to join me?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "I suppose I could."
Peter didn't hesitate to drag Arthur through the flat to his personal bathroom once they arrived, though he was sure to be careful to make sure the cyborg didn't stumble as they did. Once in the bathroom, Peter suddenly pressed Arthur against a wall, kissing him hard, wanting.
Arthur was quick to return it, and he felt warm, talented hands touching at the bare skin exposed by his jacket. "You... you need out of this." Arthur panted. "You are wearing too many layers."
"Tsk, like you're one to talk." Peter teased and gave the bow tie a tug and let it come undone. It was cute that he chose to wear a red one, maybe he thought it was fitting for a vampire show?
"Yes, but you're sweaty and I think the leather is trying to fuse with you."
"No, that's just how tight the pants are to begin with. Wanna help me with that problem?"
Arthur looked a little flushed and he nodded, hands trailing downwards as Peter popped two buttons on Arthur's shirt, seeing a bit of chest hair. Peter would never understand how a guy like this, who, for one, was way out of his league, was so god damn attractive, and so very, very into him. Well, he wasn't gonna complain.
At least not about that, he was gonna complain about his pants, as Arthur seemed to be struggling with trying to get them down his hips. "Are you sure these are not painted on, dear boy?"
"Trust me, this is normal with them." Peter grumbled, such a mood killer.
Arthur's shirt was removed and Peter got an excellent look at his body, leaving small kisses and nips as he felt his wig get removed. "Gotta remove the rest too, or else I Iook even more like a gay pirate." Peter said as he let Arthur help him remove the facial hair. Then fingers ran through his sweaty, messy locks, and he nearly purred at the contact.
It took a bit of maneuvering before they were finally off, along with the boots that Peter forgot he was wearing. Now he was just in the jacket and a pair of underwear that might be skimming the definition of. Arthur seemed to like them, considering he traced a finger along the waistband of them, biting his lip.
Mood revived from the dead!
Finally, the jacket was removed, dropping to the ground, and he threw off his rings and necklaces, tossing them to the floor with clicks and clatters. He dropped to his knees in front of Arthur and licked his lips, so glad the man wasn't wearing a belt as he popped the button of his fly with his tongue, a silly talent of his.
Arthur made a small noise, a hand grabbing at his hair, giving it a tug, before Peter used his teeth to pull down the zipper, and then grabbed onto the sides of his pants. Peter pulled them down and then stopped.
"Uhhh... honey?"
"Y-yes?" Arthur asked, blinking.
"Are your robo legs waterproof?"
Arthur frowned and glanced down, seeming to forget he was wearing prosthetics. "Oh, uh, no, not this pair. I do have ones for when I do physical therapy, but I didn't think to bring those. I usually just sit in the shower."
"Right." Well, this might cause some problems.
Oh, wait!
"Pop off your legs, I've got somethin'!"
Arthur raised an eyebrow but moved to sit down on the edge of the large whirlpool bath in the room, unlatching his prosthetic legs as Peter got the shower ready and removed the last of his costume and clothes. He turned to face Arthur, who was removing his boxers, the two of them staring at one another.
Peter approached and held out his arms. "You, uh, you mind if I... carry you? I know you hate feeling... ya know."
"Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you for asking first, I do not like being manhandled."
"That's not what you said in bed the other night." Peter laughed and got a slap on the arm for that. With a little effort, and a lot of help from Arthur, he picked up his boyfriend and quickly carried him to the large shower, where a bench was inside.
"Sometimes I'm too drunk to stand well, so the bench is a fuckin' blessing." Peter said as he sat him down on it, watching as the water from the different shower heads were already messing up Arthur's perfectly styled hair. Hot.
"Lovely." Arthur commented, smiling. "Now, where were we?"
"I think I was supposed to be getting cleaned up, though I could... use a little help?"
"I think I can provide assistance with that, love." He said, pulling Peter down closer for another breath-stealing kiss.
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I know Peter is an ass, but he is considerate of Arthur when it comes to his handicap. Mostly cause he knows that Arthur will not be pleased if he thinks he's helpless.
Also, I know in movies and stuff when people take off wigs, they always have perfect hair, and even David had that going for him in Fright Night, but that's not how that works. I used to wear wigs and I've had a number of years of stage experience to know that you do not have sexy, perfect hair after all that when taking off a wig, haha. Also, don't wear so much leather, you need to let your skin BREATHE!
Also, can you imagine? Peter getting Arthur spooky bow ties? Do you know how badly I actually want those for myself? I would happily wear those often if I had them.
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