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can you write a cheerleader reader x eddie story where eddie and the reader are acquaintances but they both like each other. eddie has a best friend who’s just like him into metal, d&d, black and reader is the exact opposite! i’m talking wears pink 24/7 unless she’s in cheer uniform, room full of stuff animals and ballerina decor and whitney houston. the ultimate girly girl. well one day eddie is supposed to meet reader after hellfire to finally ask her out after flirting for a few weeks and eddie’s best friend sees reader waiting and is a total bitch to reader. says that eddie would never like a girl like her and that she’s in a completely different world than eddie and that eddie is just using her to make the best friend jealous. let’s say they used to hook up or something just to add some angst 😮💨 then eddie comes looking for reader and his best friend just says that you left and eddie is very confused because you seemed like you liked him or whatever and after avoiding him for a while he finally confronts you and you explain everything. maybe it ends with them finally getting together and eddie making his friend apologize. this was so long i’m so sorry and i hope you’re feeling better!
I absolutely can! I love this idea. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3
The opposite
Eddie Munson liking a cheerleader was something Hellfire didn't think they'd see. And seeing Eddie swoon over a girl was different for them. But they secretly adored it. He was like a puppy as he watched her from across the cafeteria. His eyes locked on her during the cheer routines.
And people were shocked to see how much she liked him too. How often she stared right back at him. Her flirty smiles in the hallways had Eddie walking into lockers. Everyone seemed to be rooting for them, except Eddie's best friend.
Britton did not like the popular crowd. She stood by the words Eddie used to mean. The endless rants about how the popular are scum and won't exist outside of high school. But here he was, drooling over the head cheerleader like every other guy. She hated it. She hated watching Eddie do everything he could to get Y/N's attention. She can't stand that all he talked about was her.
"I did it! Your boy got himself a date!" Eddie cheered, sitting down at the cafeteria table. Slamming his hands down to make sure everyone's attention was on him. The table cheered but Britton felt herself rolling her eyes.
"Told you she'd say yes!" Dustin said, slapping Eddie's shoulder as a congratulations. Britton knew exactly who Eddie was talking about and it tasted sour in her mouth. She'd been after Eddie for years after he broke off their arrangement, and she didn't understand how Eddie could like a cheerleader over her. She was just like Eddie, and they had so much in common. Way more than him and a cheerleader.
"When is it?" Britton asked, smiling sweetly as she softly touched his hand that rested on the table. Eddie quickly moved his hand as he answered, "Friday night after hellfire." It was a few days away, but he was already excited.
Y/N wasn't someone he thought he'd be into, but she was gorgeous. She wore bubble gum lip gloss, pink sweaters and skirts, pink nails, and always had a smile on her face. Eddie adored her in her cheerleading uniform, but the soft sweaters felt amazing against his body when she'd smash him in a hug. She smelt like flowers and something sweet. He was obsessed with her.
Britton and Eddie had a past, one that Britton didn't want to end but Eddie called it quits. She was still hung up on it and Eddie moved on. They were in two different places and Britton couldn't handle that.
~~~
Friday night arrived, and Eddie and Y/N were nervous. Eddie spent the whole day figuring out what to wear for tonight. He had to wear his hellfire shirt for the campaign so he figured he'd change after it was over.
They spent the whole day smiling and blushing as they passed each other. They didn't have many classes together, but their eyes were always looking for each other.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? You guys are opposites." Britton tried again.
"Yes, I'm sure. We've been talking for months, we have hung out as friends a few times and we exchanged phone numbers. If we didn't get along, we wouldn't be going on the date." Eddie explained, rolling his eyes as he walked through the halls to hellfire.
"Oh come on Eddie! She's the head of the cheerleading team. And probably listens to Whitney Houston while she dances in her bedroom. She's not your type!" Britton argued. She couldn't believe how lovesick he was for Y/N. He'd never dated a girl like that in years.
"And what's my type?" Eddie snapped, turning around sharply as he looked at her. He was sick of Britton bad-mouthing Y/N every single time he brought her up.
"I don't know, maybe someone that knows what DnD is or listens to the same music you like. Someone edgy and alternative. Not miss Pink Ballerina. And not a cheerleader." Britton argued, trying to make him realize how idiotic he sounded.
"What, someone like you?" He chuckled, he knew Britton wasn't going to let their past fling go but damn he wished she would.
"Don't laugh. In case you forgot we were together, Eddie. I'm just like you and I am your type! We would make so much more sense than you and Y/N, why can't you see that? She's popular! She's going to ruin you and embarrass you. She probably doesn't even like you, some type of game the squad is playing and you are the idiot falling for it. All because you want to date the prettiest girl in school." She scoffed.
"And in case you forgot it was just sex and I called that off. You aren't my type. Yeah, she's popular, but she's sweet and caring. She isn't an asshole like the rest of them. Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not being used or being treated as a joke. She and I have something and I don't care if others don't see it. I like her and she likes me. You and I were nothing and will never be anything. Now leave me the fuck alone and keep her name out of your mouth." Eddie spat, turning around to walk into the classroom.
Britton was fuming, her eyes glaring as his body disappeared into the room. At one point, Eddie did like her, and she was the main attraction in his life. Now he's blinded but she had a plan to get him to see clearly again.
~~~
Y/N rocked on her feet as she waited for Eddie outside of the school. She changed out of her uniform and into a pink dress. Her white sneakers scrape rocks back and forth. She was nervous but relieved that Eddie asked her out. She loved talking to him and hanging out with him. And she was worried he'd only want to be friends and she'd be the only one with a crush. But the feelings were mutual and she couldn't wait for their first date.
She checked her watch as she waited. She knew Eddie's campaign could go longer so she wasn't worried. She took out her pocket mirror and reapplied her lip gloss, when she closed the mirror she jumped as she saw a girl standing there.
"Oh hi!" She greeted, trying to recover from her frightened state. She wasn't sure who she was but she knew she was a friend of Eddie's. She's seen her walking around with him countless times.
"Hi! I just wanted to talk to you about Eddie. Girl to girl, I can't let him do this to you. It's too unfair." Britton pouted, faking a sweetness in her voice as she went to grab Y/N's hands.
"Um, what?" Y/N asked, now growing nervous as the girl looked at her with pity.
"You see, Eddie and I used to have sex all the time. Then he asked for a relationship and I just wasn't ready. He was so broken up about it, so much that he never brought it up. But I can tell what he's doing. He's just using you to make me jealous, sweetie. Look at us, you are the exact opposite of me. If he likes me, why would he like you? And I'm so sorry he'd do that to you." Britton patted Y/N's hands. That same fake pout on her face as she watched her words hit Y/N where it hurt.
"But...but how do you know? Maybe he just moved on." Y/N tried to defend him. Not wanting to believe Eddie was that shallow and would use her like that.
"We made out an hour ago." Britton shrugged, a smirk on her face as Y/N took the bait. Y/N removed her hands from Britton's a pained smile on her face.
"Thank you for letting me know," Y/N said, quickly racing to her car as she dug for her keys.
Britton stood proudly as she watched the cheerleader race into her car. A smirk on her face as she watched Y/N wipe her eyes and pull out of the parking lot.
~~~
Eddie threw his hellfire shirt into his backpack as he finished changing. He walked out to the parking lot with his keys dangling on his fingers. He looked around to see where Y/N was waiting but he saw no one. The lot was empty except for his van. He felt disappointed but he knew her. She probably had an emergency, and she'd call.
But when Eddie got home, he received no messages and no calls. He didn't hear a word from her. Was Britton right? Eddie didn't want to believe so. He liked Y/N and he wanted to hold on to the hope that something just came up.
But then he didn't hear from her the whole weekend. Even when he called her, he received nothing.
When Monday came around, he kept his eye out for her. Hoping he'd have a chance to pull her aside and ask her what happened.
"How was date night?" Britton asked, a small smirk on her face as Eddie visibly deflated.
"Got stood up." He mumbled, embarrassed to admit Britton had been right.
"Shit, Eddie. I'm sorry." She said, her eyes looking behind him to see Y/N watching from afar.
Britton quickly wrapped Eddie in her arms, hugging him as she whispered in his ear, a smirk on her face.
Y/N felt her stomach turn seeing Eddie and Britton wrapped up in each other. The smirk on Britton's face gave Y/N a tiny insight into what she was whispering in his ear. She swallowed the lump in her throat when Britton kissed Eddie's cheek.
It was true. She was a game piece.
"Thanks," Eddie said, pulling himself away from Britton. He hated to admit it, but all the popular kids were the same.
~~~
Eddie couldn't get a second with her. Once he found her, she went in the other direction. She ignored him as he yelled her name over and over. She's never been so distant with him and it killed him. He hated the giggles from the other students when they'd watch her completely ignore him. He was being made fun of again, and it was because of her. Because she stood him up because she ran away, and because she refused to acknowledge him. Everything he believed she was wasn't real.
~~~
A few days passed and neither spoke. She was still hurt by his actions and he was pissed at her. She tried to ignore the sting she felt every single time she saw Britton and Eddie together. They were always together, even more now that she was out of the picture. It seemed like Eddie's jealous plan worked.
Eddie still felt anger towards Y/N. Glaring whenever he saw her walk by. She was a coward and Eddie hated her for it. He deserved answers and he deserved an explanation. But she wasn't going to give it to him.
~~~
The winter dance was coming up and Eddie was nervous. The school offered little snowflake flowers to send to someone in the school. Eddie ordered one for Y/N before their falling out and now he wished he never bought it.
Y/N was reviewing her notes when a bouquet with snowflakes was placed in front of her. She looked up confused as the student walked away. She grabbed the bouquet, a small smile on her face. She'd never received something like that before. But her smile fell when she saw who it was from...Eddie Munson.
Eddie was smashing books in his locker when the door was slammed on him. He jumped back as his fingers barely made it out alive.
"THE HELL!" he yelled, looking to see Y/N standing there, holding the flowers and a pissed-off look. He matched her look, glaring at her.
"Your little jealous plan worked, so leave me the fuck alone." She spat, shoving the flowers in his chest, bashing her shoulder into his as she walked past him. But Eddie was confused about what she was pissed about, and what plan. He clenched the flowers as he followed her.
"Nah uh, missy." He growled, catching her elbow as he turned her around. She snatched her arm away, crossing them as she snarled in his direction.
"Now when someone gets you flowers, the nice thing to do is say thank you," Eddie mocked, a smirk on his face as he watched her growl. "And what the fuck are you pissed about? I should be the one pissed off. Which I am!"
"You? Why in the hell would you be mad? You got everything you wanted. I'm pissed off because you hurt me and used me like I meant nothing." Eddie watched as her hard expression broke down. A look of vulnerability crossed her face.
"What are you talking about? You stood me up and then refused to talk to me. You acted like I didn't exist in your preppy little world." Eddie scoffed. He refused to let her guilt trip him. No matter how sad her pretty eyes looked.
"I stood you up because Britton told me everything!" She snapped, her eyes hard again mentioning Britton. Eddie felt his body stiffen. His jaw tight and his teeth clenched.
"What did she tell you?" He said through his teeth. He was even more pissed and not toward Y/N anymore.
"You guys had a fling and you wanted more. She said no and you used me to make her jealous. Well congratulations Eddie, you got your girl." She smiled as she turned around but Eddie stopped her again.
"She lied! It was the other way around. I never liked her like that and she wanted a relationship. I called it off when we started talking. I didn't want anyone else but you. She's been trying to get me to forget you for months. But she won't be able to. You are all I think about and all I want to talk about. I love spending time with you and I was so excited to go on that date. I love being friends with you but fuck I want so much more with you." Eddie explained, praying to anyone listening that she'd believe him. "You have to believe me." He pleaded.
"I don't know, Eddie..." she trailed off but Eddie refused. He flung himself to his knees, the flowers in his hands as he looked up at her.
"Eddie, what are you doing!" She panicked as the bell rang. A flood of students made their way through the halls, and froze as they saw Eddie on his knees.
"Get up, people are looking." She spazzed, trying to yank him up but he refused.
"I am sorry for everything and for the shit, she said to you. I really like you and I want to give us a fair shot. I'm on my knees, begging for you to believe me, and to ask, Y/N will you be my date to the dance?" He dramatically gave his speech, his voice echoing through the halls for every student to hear. She found herself laughing at his ridiculousness.
She pretended to think, the students circling around them.
"PLEASE Y/N PLEASE," he begged, shouting with a smile as she laughed down at him.
"YES! Okay now stand up!" She giggled, Eddie smiled as he jumped back up to his feet. Handing the flowers over to her as she happily accepted it this time.
"NOTHING TO SEE MOVE ALONG!" he shouted, the students going their own ways as Eddie smiled at her.
"You won't regret it." Eddie promised
"Better not, Munson." She smiled, kissing his cheek as she excused herself to walk to class. She looked over her shoulder to smile at him one more time.
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Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?
cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking
The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)
Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.
She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.
She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.
Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."
Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.
"Back early, eh pet?"
"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"
She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.
Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.
Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.
#cw toxic relationship#cw stalking#noel.haps#ghoap x reader#soap x reader#fem soap#me writing soap as nuts: yea lesbianism will do that to ye#forgive me for bad english im very sick
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y(ours) — P1HARMONY!maknae line
a continuation of what it’s like dating the younger one’s and their familiarity with your personal belongings. ft. non-idol!p1h maknae line x gn!reader
a/n: this is my attempt at easing back into writing, apologize if it’s super rough :(
intak
your vinyl record.
it was gifted to you on christmas about two years ago. you’ve always dwelled on wanting one of your own, but never had the balls to go out of your way to purchase one because they could get pretty pricey. a lot of your extensive research and effort you spent scouring the internet to find the perfect vinyl record you’d like pointed to signs of something completely out of your budget. well, not completely, but unrealistically obtainable with the numbers you’ve been receiving paycheck-to-paycheck from your job.
so, each time that the holidays were around the corner, and whenever your mother would ask for your christmas wishlist, you’d throw in several other items you’d like but never included the idea of wanting a vinyl record. that secret desire of yours was something you kept to yourself, something you never brought up in conversation, nor was it something you’d expect to receive unless it was coming out of your pockets.
lo and behold, on the morning of a wintery cold december 25, when you were gathered around the christmas tree with your siblings and parents to open your presents, there sat a box with a fragile sticker stuck to the wrapping.
to: y/n :)
from: mom and dad
since then your prized possession has followed you to college and your off-campus apartment whom you share with your three other close friends.
intak, especially, took a liking to your music player and never misses an opportunity to use it. whenever he visits your place (which is almost every day) he makes it his unrelenting mission to flip through your vinyls and place his pick of the day on to the turntable. his personal favorite is cigarettes after sex, a band you actually introduced him to.
while you don’t mind sharing things, especially with your partner, you’re pretty sure intak has used your vinyl record more often than you have. ultimately, you don’t mind. it’s rather endearing knowing that what’s yours also belongs to him.
shota
your nintendo switch.
“y/n can i play super smash bros?”
shota doesn’t even need to ask for your approval. in fact, he already knows your answer will always allude to a ‘yes,’ but he does it anyway despite the electronic device already in his possession.
“of course,” you would say.
naturally you grew up owning multiple generations of nintendo ds’s. when nintendo came out with a new updated version you’d go to the game store to trade it in for store credit just to get the latest release. this routine continued up until middle school when your gaming hobby no longer prevailed itself in your interests.
as months passed and 2017 eventually rolled by, the internet buzzed with life after nintendo’s announcement about the upcoming hybrid console came to light. rest assured that you were one of millions who preordered the device and waited impatiently for it’s hard launch date to release in store.
but again, school started to pick up and extra curricula’s were time consuming, that playing video games became less and lesser of an option for you to indulge in.
leave it to shota to pick up your slack. because if it’s not super smash bros that he’s try-harding at, it’s either the suika game, animal crossing (if he really feels like it), or pokemon. an odd rotation but who were you to judge.
“wHat!” he yelps from the couch. “how did he dodge that!”
you giggle at his typical gamer-behavior, closely reminded of yourself.
jongseob
your digicam.
the sony cyber-shot camera has been by your side since you were in the 5th grade.
it was a hand-me-down from your father’s box of electronic gadgets he owned back in the day; a lot of which were collecting dust in the garage for not being used in so long.
while tossing things away to relieve the clutter and deciding what to keep, you remember discovering the digicam at the bottom of the pile after laborious digging. your father briefly taught you how to turn it on and off, what button to press to take a picture, how to record a video, and the different settings you could play around with.
your digicam has followed you around the world to different countries for family trips, witnessed you graduate from high school, contained a lot of embarrassing photos of you and your friends, watched you grow since elementary to your first day of college, and captured numerous flicks featuring new faces.
when you started dating jongseob, your photo gallery has been nothing but candid pictures of you and him (mainly of you).
your boyfriend is constantly bringing it along with him to events or outings, because, in his defense, he just wants to create some memories for you both to look back on someday. sometimes he goes out of his way to point and direct you on how to pose.
once, over dinner, you asked jongseob if he’d rather upgrade to something better and not outdated, like a canon or even a proper film camera. however, he is not one to budge and refuses to give up the obsolete digicam he unintentionally took ownership of.
“it’s special,” he pouted. “and sentimental, too.”
you smiled, “i guess. i just can’t help but wonder if you prefer a greater upgrade.”
“trust me, this has everything i need. now show me that pretty smile of yours.”
#lattenha ☕️#p1harmony imagines#p1harmony maknae line#p1harmony fluff#p1harmony x you#p1harmony x reader#intak imagines#intak x you#intak x reader#intak fluff#shota x reader#shota imagines#shota fluff#shota x you#jongseob x reader#jongseob x you#jongseob fluff#jongseob imagines#p1h shota#p1h intak#p1h jongseob#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#gender neutral insert#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader
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Alright, some more Godzilla monster sketches. First, a batch of polished designs for Anguirus, Hedorah, and Gorosaurus. If you're thinking, "Wait, did I miss Gorosaurus sketches?", the answer is you did not...
...because I figured him out pretty quickly. Retrosaurs come easy to me by this point. Varan's going to need some more work, though.
I think I got my approach for Titanosaurus pretty quickly, but had to spend a while refining the details. The original Titanosaurus's head has all these details fighting for prominence - the big fin, the fin ears, the horns, AND some catfish barbells, all clustered around the eyes. It's a lot! Figuring out how to work them all in elegantly was difficult, and I ended up shifting things around. Even then, I think I'm probably going to cut the barbells in the finished design.
You might notice that both Titanosaurus and Gorosaurus (and Varan's unfinished sketches) have some details in common with my Godzilla. I'm kinda taking a page from Singular Point and making them part of the same clade of fictitious prehistoric reptiles - Goro's species lost the gills as it took on a fully terretrial existence, while Titano's gills are more prominent to enable her almost entirely aquatic lifestyle.
Baragon gets to join the Godzilla relative train too, mainly for meta reasons. He's somewhere between Godzilla's branch of the family tree and Gorosaurus's - because his role in Frankenstein Conquers the Role was at one point pitched to be Godzilla's, and his role in DAM was ultimately taken by Gorosaurus, you see. I didn't change his design very much beyond skewing some proportions to make him seem more mole-y - I mean, I tried to, but Baragon's hard to improve upon, he's already weird as fuck as is. Baragon's... kinda perfect?
Stepping away from prehistoric monsters, I had fun with Orga, mainly by playing with elements of his Godzilla Unleashed: Double Smash incarnation. He's gonna getcha with his big ol' grabby hands, you see. God I wish I could find that tumblr post. EDIT: There it is!
Finally (for now), I'm... still figuring out Gigan, honestly. Not really sure what angle I'm going to end up with, he's proving hard to pin down. Will require more sketching.
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Seven
Breaking News (Part 3)
(Max Verstappen X Reader, Charles Leclerc X Ex! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 1
Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)
Chapter warnings: cheating mentioned, sex references, song referenced belongs to Natiale Jane.
Pronouns: They/them
W.C. 1672
Chapter Summary: "Seven" is released during the race week, and Y/n sees Charles for the first time since their split.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)
<- Previous Part
It’s been months since I last saw Charles. It was not really a concern for me anymore. He can do whatever he wants, and I can do whatever I want. And what I want is to attend the race in Austin.
It was Wednesday, and we just flew in a couple of hours ago. We settled into our hotel room before Max went into the bathroom to shower before we went to dinner. Once I was dressed in a semi-fancy outfit, I decided to sit on our bed and wait for him to finish up. I had started scrolling through countless comments on my newest single, “Seven,” when Max came out of the restroom. He was wearing a black button-up and jeans, but at least it wasn’t Red Bull merch.
“What are you looking at?” He asked, coming up to look at the comments from over my shoulder. “Is that the new song?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled lightly, leaning back into him. “They’re loving it so far.”
“Well, of course, they are,” he retorted, standing up and pushing me to lay on my back as he leaned over me. He placed a couple of small kisses around my face before placing a final one on my nose. “You wrote it. Why wouldn't they love it?”
“It was just really different from my normal songs, I don’t know,” I sighed, setting my phone to the side as I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the ends of his damp hair. “It’s also the second single for the album.”
“You haven’t even finished the album yet,” He shook his head with a laugh. “They’re your fans, liefde (love). They’ll love anything from you.”
“Doesn’t make the release any less daunting, schat (darling),” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss him. We moved in sync before ultimately needing to pull apart for air. “You ready to go?”
“Of course,” He said, lifting himself up before holding his hand out for me to stand beside him. “What kind of food are you feeling?”
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Thursday is media day, so Max was off doing his own thing. It works because I had a virtual interview anyway, so I was able to hide out in Red Bull hospitality to do the interview in peace.
“Y/n L/n, your newest song, ‘Seven,’ is smashing the charts,” They started off, “Tell us about the story behind it.”
“Honestly, I think everyone knows the story behind it,” I chuckled. “I wanted to try something new, so I continued the fuel from my last relationship to make this song. I’ve never really done something like this, but I really liked it, and I think the fans do too.”
“They certainly do!” The interviewer reassured. “The story, the beat, everything is just so catchy! It’s an amazing song! What was your favorite part about writing this song?”
“The lyrics were really fun, and I got a little help from my new boyfriend for the melody,” I admitted. The interviewer’s eyes widened as they let out a gasp, and I just smiled wider. “He was actually the one that came up with the chorus beat.”
“Did he write any of the lyrics?” They asked quickly.
“No, he left that to me. He just listened to every draft,” I laughed as I remembered something. “About a month ago, I woke him up at like two in the morning on a race day because I had a dream about the lyrics. He loved it so much, it’s now the chorus. He also was not very happy that I woke him up that day. He had to be on track at like five, and I woke him up just before his alarm.”
“That is gold,” They laughed as well. “We have some fan questions if you don’t mind. One person asks what is your favorite lyric from the song?”
“Not a lyric, but the laugh before the first chorus,” I answered after a second of thinking about it. “While recording the gap between the first verse and chorus was missing something. I tested with more lyrics, but ultimately, the laugh sounded the best.”
“The laugh does make it better,” The interviewer agreed. “Next question, has your ex or his girlfriend reached out, regarding the songs you’ve released recently?”
“No, but there was an article that announced their relationship right after I released ‘Ava’ and she stole lyrics from a fan cover as her original caption,” I remembered. “I was tagged in a fan cover of ‘Ava’ where they portrayed Ava. It was actually amazing, and I loved it! They did an amazing job, and one of the verses was ‘if he’s your man, why’s he still in my bed.’ I, personally, find it funny, but everyone likes to paint it like there’s bad blood between us,” I explained, going off on a short tangent. “Sorry, but to answer the main question, no, they have not said anything to me specifically.”
“Do you wish they did? I mean, these two very popular songs of yours are centered around them, so do you wish that they acknowledged them?”
“They did, technically,” I replied. “The fact that they announced their relationship right after I released the song and used a fan cover of my song to jab at me kinda validates that they know about it. Plus, it’s funny that his teammate loved both songs. He’s told me that he blasts them in their garage all the time.”
“Well, that’s all the time we have today,” They wrapped up, satisfied with the answer. “Thank you for your time, and we’ll look forward to the full album.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile as I left the call. I let out a sigh as I leaned back in my chair, laying my head back and closing my eyes to rebuild my social battery.
“What album?” A voice asked from across the room. It was a voice I have not heard for month, causing me to immediately shoot my head up.
“What do you mean, ‘what album?’ I’m a songwriter, Charles,” I snapped. “Did you forget that’s my job?”
“No, just,” He took a breath, trying to recollect his thoughts. He hesitates for a second as if he didn’t want to say what he was thinking before just spilling, “Is the whole album about the breakup? Are you that caught up on it?”
“I don’t know yet,” I admitted, moving to stand up and approach him. “I haven't written it yet. Might be, the fans seem to love this era. So what if it is? What are you gonna say?”
“This is defamation,” He seethed, coming up to stand chest-to-chest with me. “I could sue you for both songs.”
“I don’t name you in either of them,” I scoffed. “Ava is a basic name. I could mean anyone named Ava, not just your girlfriend. Even in interviews, I won’t answer questions if they mention your names, and my answers are always vague. You have no grounds to sue me for my success. You just want to rain on my parade. I’m climbing in popularity, and you’re not. Admit it.”
“You’re only getting popular because you’re fucking Max,” Charles replied bluntly. Behind him, I could see a door opening, but I couldn't see who it was.
“Oh, please. If anything, I get hate for fucking Max,” I laughed. “At least I’m getting satisfied. With the way you’re acting, I’d say it's been at least a month since you got laid.”
“You’re one to talk,” He tried to start before I cut him off.
“Not like it’s any of my business what you do with your girlfriend,” I said with a sly smile. “On a side note, what are you doing in here? Ferraris aren’t allowed in Red Bull hospitality, last time I checked.”
“Yeah, Charles, you should head back to your own hospitality,” Christian pressed as he was the one to walk through the door with Carlos, Max, and Daniel, who was holding Max back.
“You’ll hear from my lawyer,” Charles spat toward me before turning and walking out the doors. I just rolled my eyes and bit my tongue before I made the situation worse.
“Did I hear an album?” Carlos asks sheepishly.
“I will send a signed copy to my biggest fan once I get it written,” I teased him as Christian and Daniel ushered him out to follow his teammate. Carlos shouted back a thanks before taking off. I shook my head with a small laugh as I walked up to Max who had calmed down since Charles left. “Thank you for mentally killing a man in my honor.”
“Always,” he joked back, “I’d do anything for you. Was he serious about suing?”
“I don’t know, but it’s just going to waste his money cause I worked with my publicist to make sure they couldn’t sue for defamation,” I reassured him, cupping his cheeks and leaning our heads together as he placed his hands at my waist. “Y’know, in case you didn’t know, I love you.”
“I have loved you since we were 18,” He whispered back. My eyes widened as I took in his words.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I gasped out.
“It was before we both thought the same things,” he chuckled. “Your music was taking off, and I was still a rookie. I remember you said that you wanted to wait until you were in a stable place in your career before you started a relationship.”
“I was like 12 when I said that!” I laughed, shocked that he actually remembered that. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I always knew I would end up with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He jokingly took offense as he tightened his hold around my waist.
“I told all of my friends and family I would date you at some point,” I admitted lowly. He immediately began beaming at my confession. “No one believed me, but now…oh, if they saw us now.”
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so like…. ethan and rutger…. sex ? tehehehe
honestly just a little jack sesh in the locker room ?
OMG LISTEN TO ME. WHAT IF RUTGER IS LIKE DESPERATELY IN LOVE WITH ETHAN…. and like confesses in the locker room just the two of them and then ethan is like damn… do I love you ? AND THEN THEY KISS AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH Y/N AS A LITTLE POLY COUPLE 🤭
(this may or may not have happened in my book)
-mrs.hischier/fantilli/hughes/caufield/nylander
OH MRS. HISCHIER I LOVE YOU AND YOUR MIND
ethan would be in denial. like he knows he feels something for rutger after a while of him hooking up with you guys, but he doesn't know how to express that.
UNTIL ethan gets hurt during a game. one of the players on the other team made a dirty play and hit ethan into the boards, causing him to get up slow, and ultimately walk off the ice and into the locker room. rutger didn't take too kindly to this, and a few plays later took his anger out on the player who hurt his boy. this fight caused rutger to be ejected from the game, and into the locker room with ethan.
ethan was sitting on the bench in front of his stall with his head in his hands. his side was throbbing, he definitely had a bruised rib or two and some sort of nasty injury. as he was sulking with his head in his hands, he heard a grunt and a soft "fuck"
ethan lifted his head to see who was in the locker room. there stood rutger in front of him, chest heaving and clearly upset about something.
"what happened?"
"he fucking hurt you eds."
rutger paced back and forth in front of ethan, something was very obviously on his mind. he seemed to be having an internal battle with himself. ethan watched as the boy he had grown quite fond of over the last couple months continued to pace in front of him. the air was growing tense as rutger's chest heaved harder and harder. it was only a matter of time before he went off and ethan was growing concerned.
"rut, bud what's wrong. are you-"
"im in love with you damnit, i have been in love with you, and i can't stand just letting you get hurt like that."
"rutger-"
"please, just tell me if you feel the same, please."
rutger got down on his knees in front of ethan, his eyes pleading the man infront of him to show him mercy.
"please."
ethan was feeling a wave of different emotions flooding over him as the boy hes been in love with was confessing everything he's dreamed of hearing. it all happened so fast, neither ethan nor rutger knew how to react when ethan flung himself at rutger, smashing his lips against the sophomores. the two of them moved together in sync, a slew of groans coming from both of the boys. when ethan finally pulled away, he looked at rutger, his lips glossy and red, and his chest heaving in desperation.
"i do, i love you too rut."
and then they go home and you get to hear all about your boys love confession that you've been waiting and hoping for...
(co-written by the AMAZING @emaanemaa go read her au stuff rn. you will love it tehe)
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Luka did his best to make certain of things. He never wanted to assume, nor get in anyone else's way. It wasn't because he was meek or passive, rather he was simply happy where he was and would rather gauge people's comfort first, seeing whether they wished to approach him first.
But he could also take a hint, and he'd smash every guitar he owned if he was wrong.
It started when Juleka had told them that Marinette had put more focus into her personal projects and gave away certain presents she'd been keeping in a chest. He hadn't been sure what caused the change, but guessed that it must've been some sort of epiphany or major life choice.
That alone wouldn't have affected Luka beyond being happier at seeing her happier, but then she began to approach him more. She sat next to him when he played, peered up at him with her eyes looking extra blue, and asked if she could come along to help whenever he went to get everyone drinks so they could keep going with their conversation. All the while, she would look absolutely happy.
He arrived at the Dupain-Cheng residence once to see her for a little creativity session, but the second Marinette's mother had called up that he'd arrived, there were rapid footsteps like she was moving around. He was encouraged to go up anyway, but he waited for all the noise to stop before opening the trapdoor.
He found Marinette sitting on her chaise lounge, one leg crossed over the other. She attempted to flip her hair - freed from her usual style - and only flinched slightly when it smacked her in the face. It was actually impressive how it was both clumsy and attractive of her.
Point being, she was blatantly gauging his interest in her, and Luka was indeed very interested.
He debated on what to do for a while. Asking her out was obvious, but he didn't have any experience. He'd been flirted with in school and confessed to once or twice, but he was never the one doing the pursuing, nor had he had a serious crush before Marinette.
He couldn't just do nothing though. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, a pleasant tingling sensation running through him at the thought of what that glowing face of hers might look like having fun on a date with him.
——
Luka arrived at the bakery, going through the side door as Marinette's friends were allowed to do in order to bypass the bakery itself. In his hand was a small, clear bag full of a few chocolate chip cookies he'd made.
While he was more used to cooking than baking, he knew that the actual quality wasn't important. Marinette loved using gifts and shows of effort as her way of expressing affection, which was what Luka set out to provide. He even caught himself smiling, thinking about them making horrible yet effort-filled presents for each other. They'd laugh about how silly they look, but ultimately keep each one.
He liked to think he wasn't an impatient person, but imagining the potential made him want to ask her out even more.
After ascending the stairs, Luka knocked on the trapdoor and called out, "Marinette?"
"Oh!" came a muffled voice from the other side. "Luka, you're here!"
There were some more shuffling noises, then a click as the trap door started to open. Marinette peered down at him with a smile, then gaped once he presented his gift.
"For me?"
He nodded, their fingers brushing as the tiny bag went from his hand to hers. She moved out of the way to let him in, Luka going into her room and taking a brief look around to see what she'd been up to. He could always feel her creativity spread through the room and it was one of his favorite things.
"Aw, they're so cute!" Marinette cooed, plopping down on her chaise lounge and raising the bag up to the light to admire it. "You made these?"
He nodded, though of course it was obvious that they weren't from a bakery. They were slightly misshapen and some had far more chocolate chips than others.
"Ohh, is this a flower from the Liberty?" she squealed, affectionately stroking the petals. "I almost don't want to eat any."
"Well—"
"I said almost," she huffed, already loosening the ribbon in protest. She took one cookie out, then retightened the ribbon to preserve the appearance.
Watching her, Luka warned, "They're probably not as sweet as the ones at the bakery."
"Please." She bit in and started chewing, only swallowing just enough to speak again. "I've had so many perfect sweets from my parents that all taste exactly the same. Give me imperfect ones any day."
He hummed, going over to sit down next to her. Though he wished to tell her that he’d make her as many as she wanted, he had to get past “step one” first. “Marinette?”
She'd just taken another bite, so she could only let out a grumble that she was listening.
Luka tapped his thigh in thought, mulling things over, then decided to just come out and ask, "...Are you doing anything on Saturday?"
It was her "free day" starting from when she'd tried to rearrange her life, but he figured he'd ask anyway. She dedicated it to "her time" usually, but had opened it up for him and only him on occasion. It was another - if not the - blatant hint.
Despite that, she pouted, squinting like she was trying to remember something. "Mmm, let me check..."
That was the second reason Luka had decided to ask her in her room: she kept her plans there. Marinette stood up, putting the rest of her cookie in her mouth, then wandered over to the center of her room so she could pull down her calendar and look at it. Her finger traveled across it to find the specific date, followed by a considerate tap.
She went to speak, but was delayed by the cookie still in her mouth. After swallowing, she admitted, "Oh, not yet, but I was planning to ask you out on a date then."
The atmosphere stilled, and so did Luka. He could see the moment Marinette realized what she'd said, her hand freezing in place on the calendar. He tried to say anything to comfort her, but what came out was more like a strangled laugh.
She beat me to playing the first note.
"W-wait! No!" Marinette turned, throwing her arms up and rambling, "I didn't mean—I mean, I did mean, but I didn't mean to do it now! My timing was off, you deserve better than that, and—"
"Yes," he interrupted the moment he could calm himself.
She paused, staring at him as if repeating the past few seconds in her head, then asked, "Yes that my timing was off, or yes that you deserve better than that... or both?"
"Yes, I'd love to go out on a date with you," he clarified, beaming up at her. Standing, he approached to be closer to her. "I was about to ask you out anyway."
"You—you—!" She gasped, jumping up excitedly and grabbing hold of his jacket. "Then yes! I want to go out with you too! I wanted to go out with you forever!" She tugged up and down on the fabric, still buzzing with energy, but halted at the realization, "Wait, but if I asked you and you asked me, does that mean we go out on two dates then?"
She was too cute. He wasn't sure if he could wait for Saturday, which suddenly seemed so far away.
"What about now?"
She tilted her head at him, curious. "Now?"
"Are you busy?"
She stepped away in contemplation, tapping her chin. "Mm... no? I think I finished everything I wanted to do." However, she pointed at him with a stern expression, apparently taking this situation extra seriously. "But, we'll have to go in sync down the stairs, or my parents will hear that we're both going somewhere. They won't be able to stop taking pictures of us!"
Luka weighed that in his mind, noting, "I could use a new wallpaper for my phone."
"L-Luka! You wouldn't!" Marinette shouted, blushing red at the mere mental image.
Their date today also suddenly seemed so far away.
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Hhheeeeheheh I love these skins so much I CANNOT wait to see them in-video... But until then here's my ranking of them, long rambly full thoughts below.
Also here's the tierlist!
Ultimate Slayage: no discussion these 2 are the best. Every single one of Sausage's skins are a smash hit & this one is no exception, it's just so well done. The eye make-up the little tied shirt thing the HUGE extravagant sunflower, contrasted by those big clomping boots... The GENDER of it all aough I love him.
& Pix of course. Pix my guy just STUNNING. Idk about the other skins but this one is very likely made by Pix himself (bc of a thing he tweeted) & that makes it all the more impressive bc it's just?? So good??? The floor-length the off-the-shoulder sleeves leading into long gloves(?), the corset-y bits with golden buttons or lacing up the front, the BRIGHT BLUE bodice bits which (based off the colour) are definitely Ancient Capitollian Dodo feathers or inspired by them at least... It's just a masterpiece. The only comment I might have is maybe make sure you match your foundation right, Pix... But I've also decided he's in a full white lace/mesh bodysuit under the dress so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Surprised &/or Delighted: honestly this category fits all of them purely bc I don't think anyone expected these ^^. Oli & Jimmy are in here specifically because, while they're not my ultimate brain-frothing faves, these dresses are extremely good adaptations/elevations of their regular skins— Oli's especially looks so natural on him bc it's in exactly the same glitzy faux-medieval style as his bard outfit. The purple is a staple colour with him, fits the royalty theme, & somehow looks both elegant and like a Halloween costume with its bright shade & tinsel-like gold trims. It's silly and fantastic and VERY Oli Orionsound. Cannot wait for him to play the fainting damsel-in-distress at every occasion <3
Jimmy's is plainer but just as faithful to his sheriff skin: off-the-shoulder sleeves appear to be a theme with these skins and they look amazing on everyone, Katherine is so epic if this was her Royal doing. Jimmy looks AMAZING in a long jean(?) skirt & the slit just elevates it even more... I am beginning to notice I have a Thing for long skirts and big boots ^^;. This is going to look stunning with the hat, and just plain adorable at Jimmy's current height.
Fits the brief: ok so these skins are fantastic and I LOVE the colour on both of them, but there's not as much tying them to their Empires... fWhip's goblin skin is so intricate with that embroidered waistcoat & bright primary colours so it's a shame to lose that, though the plain red looks very elegant on him & the shape of the dress stands out from the other skins in a very fun way. It's definitely between the 2 categories and I will likely be swayed by the first bit of fanart I come across for it, but for now: yeah.
Joey's is the opposite case, where it fits the brief and the simplicity of it not only looks good but makes some sense (semi-broke pirate usually wearing tattered sailor's garb). I just wish it had gone a bit further to match Joey's big personality. The slit and shape is lovely (as is the neckliiii— wait where does that neckline end? /pos), but what about some more gold, or prismarine accents? Fishnet gloves, or stockings striped like his shirt? It just feels like it could go much further, & maybe fanart will push it there for me. Also I'm removing points for no dress + epic pirate boots /j
Expected more: oh this skin... Yeah I'm not blown away by it. The colours that are present are very nice but there just aren't enough of them, and the shape... The cutaways at the hip are very nice, but Girl. That is a tank top. & for some reason the skirt refuses to register as one in my brain despite the pretty gradient. With the vibes of Chromia I'm picturing Scott in something shorter and frillier, high-heeled boots, feathered hat and cape— real Barbie and the 3 Musketeers kind of vibe basically. I need to draw that. Definitely more colours though, that's the first step. Bi-coloured bodice, tie-dye skirt with petticoats, a flower crown, something!! Maybe there's custom items involved to accessorise, maybe this is a temporary self-made dress while waiting on a commission, idk but I'm going to need to see some out-of-this world fanart to salvage this skin as it is. :/ Sorry Scott, sashay away.
And finally...
Joel: Joel. Joel Smallish "Massive" Beans that is a recycled MCC skin I am SURE of it. Joel this is so lazy and stupid and perfectly on-brand I love it I hate it this is peak Wish/Aliexpress cosplay. Keep it up you bastard (I still want to see / draw him in proper femme greek garb. But alas).
ANYWAY.
Big long ramble, thankye for reading this whole thing & feel free to make your own lists / yell at me for interpreting these pixels wrong. No matter my minor gripes the fact we have these looks at all and go insane over them is so so SO fun ^^
#HOOH BOY this took me an hour to make the tierlist / type out my onions lol#but these looks are ✨worth it✨#esmp s2#empires s2#empires smp#esmpblr#empiresblr#esmp ensemble#namemc spoilers#fwhip#joey graceffa#mythicalsausage#oli orionsound#joel smallishbeans#scott smajor#jimmy solidaritygaming#pixlriffs#WOOOH. LOTS OF TAGS ^^;#eMerambles
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Top 5 comics that aren't bat related?
GOD okay I'm admittedly so so behind on my non-Bat comic reading because trying to read Everything Published In A 15 Year Period is fucking TIME CONSUMING, but! but but but!!! I have some fun ones!! also as always these are not in ANY particular order!
Thirsty Mermaids (Kat Leyh, 2021)
first off: yes we are including graphic novels! that's just a honkin big comic! nobody @ me! anyway, I read Thirsty Mermaids in one sitting on an airplane earlier this year and it was delightful. it follows three mermaid besties who turn themselves into humans and go ashore in search of booze, only to get stuck when the party mage can't remember how to turn them back. what follows is a mix of shenanigans and genuinely heartwarming character development as the trio cope with being landlocked and try to survive capitalism. there's a high potential for a story like this to get cloyingly oversentimental, but Thirsty Mermaids struck the right balance for me the whole way through and never went overboard.
also, the character designs are soooooo fun. look at them!
2. My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness (Nagata Kabi, trans. Jocelyne Allen 2016)
MLEWL is one of those books that actually completely lives up to the hype and then some, and it totally knocked me on my ass the first time I read it. I didn't really know what to expect going in, but I was totally blown away by how boldly Nagata's willing to share the ugliest parts of her life through this reflection. it's so much more than romance and yearning (and that isn't even really resolved by the book's end! Nagata continues to struggle with interpersonal relationships in later books, which you should also read!), and it felt really refreshing to see such an honest depiction of how much being depressed and anxious and insecure can just fucking suck. but at the same time, Nagata's ability to turn all of that into art and process what she's experienced in a really levelheaded way as she finds the will to grow and change is really affirming.
I have to give a special note of appreciation to the actual sex scene and how intimacy is negotiated between Nagata and the sex worker she hires, especially the ultimate realization that sex is just an act and losing her virginity didn't really change anything about why she was unhappy in her life. as a sex educator, I really appreciated the honesty and sheer practicality of how it was all framed.
3. Nimona (ND Stevenson, 2015)
hi okay yes basic bitch alert I'M AWARE, but I reread Nimona last year to remind myself of why I didn't want to watch the Netflix adaptation and I was so right for that, because OG Nimona fucks so much harder. it's heartfelt but also chaotic and violent and funny and deeply jaded; I think when I mentioned it in my monthly reading synopsis here I described it as weird art for pissed off queer people by a weird pissed off queer person. and I stand by that! if you haven't read it already or if you haven't in a while, it's right there waiting for you with an open invitation to burn the entire corrupt government to the ground.
I know the word feral is overused and therefore cringe but christ, comic Nimona is feral. come on, man. just let her kill your ex. he's a cop.
4. Superman Smashes the Klan (Gene Luen Yang and Gurihiru, 2020)
I had to get one DC comic in here, sue me! it's not Batman-related at all! it's a really rad Superman story that takes place in the 1940s and loosely reimagines an old radio serial, "Clan of the Fiery Cross," the was pretty much a 16-part hit piece on the KKK that was hugely successful in tarnishing their reputation and getting membership to drop. how cool is that? in this version we follow Lee family, Chinese-Americans who have just moved to Metropolis and are met with harassment from the local Klansmen, contrasted with Clark, early in his hero career, still figuring out the full extent of his alien abilities. you get some really nice parallel storytelling between the Lee kids, Tommy and Roberta, exploring what it means to be part of two different cultures at the same time Clark is going through something similar figuring out how to be a representative of two totally different planets, and it all works out in a way that's really sweet. now that I have a friend who's a baby I can't wait until he's old enough to get a copy.
it's an extremely comic book-y comic but in, like, the best way possible.
5. Hawkeye (Matt Fraction and David Aja, 2012-2015)
I can't believe I almost forgot to list tumblr darling Matt Fraction's Hawkeye! what do I even say about this series that hasn't been said already? I love the way Clint Barton is a sadsack piece of shit who's repeatedly ruined his own life, and I love rooting for him anyway because he's just trying so goddamn hard. and also because there's a teenage girl who stole his name and gimmick bullying him the whole time. (Kate Bishop you are everything to me and you will always be famous.) there are costumes and crime fighting but it's first and foremost a slice of life about a life that fucking sucks but keeps on trucking anyway, and that's so up my alley it's not even funny. a lot of the humor probably feels dated now but fuck it, the series is iconic for a reason.
MCU, eat your heart out.
bonus because I wrote out the whole thing and then decided I wanted to include a different one: Paper Girls (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2015-2019)
I'd be lying if I said that the thing about this series that I love first and foremost wasn't the art, because Chiang's art is breathtaking and I'll read anything ever if he does the art on it. but it's also just a super cool twisty, time-bending story about four girls getting roped into some high sci-fi bullshit when they're just trying to finish up their paper routes the morning after Halloween and having everything go to hell around them. I really respect a series that is committed to being weird and doesn't really care if you don't understand what's going on for a decent chunk of the plot, especially because it all comes together in a way that's pretty satisfying. waiting to read the whole series in one big run once it was all published so that I could track all the little hints and clues and things coming together across time travel bullshit was mwah, delicious.
also more than anything it's a story about how you Do Not fuck with 12 year old girls, especially in packs, because they're metal as hell, and I'm really about that.
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Warmth - steddie x reader ||| 18+ mdni
✧ - mutual masterbation, cumming on panties, cum playish, overstimulation, double penetration in the same hole because I'm so dirty, steve is quiet because he's shy, teasing, eddie and steve are just so<33
steve and eddie jerking off in eddie's room while they both wait for you to get out of the shower, they're both on edge as they continue the fluid motions of their hands on their cocks. eddie quickly reaches to the pile of clothing you had set out for yourself and fishes out your black panties, his vision pans over to steve who looked to take an even deeper breath when he remembered eddie's suggestion...
eddie smirks, tongue sticking out for just a couple of seconds, "come on baby, I know you can do it.." he groans as he spreads the piece of clothing onto the bed, hovering over it as he came close to his release. watching steve jerking off was hot in it of itself, but it was even better when he helped. steve curses under his breath when he feels eddie put his hand on his cock, continuing the up and down motion as he helped him work his way through an orgasm.
steve moans as he cums onto the fabric, head lolling back when he hears eddie groan, his own release following soon after.
when you come back, towel wrapped around your body, you're in little disbelief to the sight of both your boyfriends cum soaking through the material of your panties.
eddie grins cockily, laid back on the bed with steve nervously laying his head against eddie's stomach. his face all red, avoiding eye contact with you.
"put em on, sweetheart." eddie murmurs teasingly, puffing out smoke into the air while one hand held a joint, the other playing through steve's hair.
you obeyed, dropping the towel to the ground, picking up your panties and slipping them on, moaning as the warm fluids came into contact with your skin.
"fuck that's so hot.." eddie mutters, signaling steve's attention, who's cock jumps at the sight of a small dribble of cum rolling down your legs, he slowly rips away from eddie's touch, moving to lay on the pillow as he didn't know how much longer he could take it. it becomes even more of a mess when you close your legs together, indulging in the feeling.
"C'mere baby." eddie calls out, patting a spot on his thigh after tapping out the joint into a tray. you heed and do so, both knees digging on either side of his left thigh. he bounces his leg up, ultimately making an even bigger mess. you sigh heavily, pressing yourself even further onto him, cum now leaking onto his pants, as well as having some of it push up against your clit.
"fuck, eddie..!" you whimper, "feel s' good.." your naked chest falls onto his, shivering when his shirt rubs against your hardening nipples.
"mm yeah..?" he chuckles, looking over at steve, eyes filled with lust, he was awfully quiet today. nerves.
steve can't help but rut his hips against eddie, moaning quietly, it catches your attention and you immediately reach over and palm his bulge. his eyes roll back and that's when it clicks, he's sensitive, you were in the shower a little longer than usual, it was obvious they had even more time together when you remember how much more cum there was in your panties, way more than when eddie would do it alone.
" .. so cute.. let eddie make you feel good?.." you begin, hand finding his face, ".. you're so good for us..". steve can only whine a small yes, as he dives into smash his lips against yours, one of his hands pulling down his short just enough to where his dick would spring out. everything is happening so fast, you begin to grind down on eddie's thigh, hoping he would catch your memo. and he does.
he's unbuttoned his pants, you hop off him for a quick second, he shoves his pants and boxers off, allowing the chance for steve to do the same. his cock hits his stomach, leaking precum. you're quickly finding your way onto eddie's thigh again, this time he moans when he feels the seeping cum on his thigh.
"eddie.. mm.. please" you beg, grinding yourself further up his thigh, up until you feel his cock on your own stomach.
and while you appreciated the gift they gave you, you needed more.
" need your cum in me.. both of you.." you plead, rubbing your pussy against his bare cock, causing him go let out a groan, throwing his head back as his curls littered his face.
"fuck, sweetheart, you know how you make me feel saying that." he says, motioning steve over. steve is weak to his knees, and eddie knows that.
so he gently raises up, "on the bed." he tells you. "you're gonna ride steve, sound good to you?".
you nodded enthusiastically, "yes, sir."
"Good girl." eddie smiles, the little praise making your heart jump. he helps you out of your dirty panties, some of its contents sticking to your own wetness.
steve lays down on the bed, cock laid beautifully, mushroom tip leaking precum, chest heaving up and down in anticipation. he and eddie are about the hottest people ever, and the fact that they were yours made you excited.
"m' gonna try.. to be good, kay?.." you nervously approach. steve nods quickly, "Please, need to feel your pussy.."
you hover over his cock, using your hand, you ease yourself onto his dick, steve jolts up and instantly slams you down onto his cock. you scream out in pleasure, losing balance as you fall on him, everything followed by a deep groan from him, quickly turning into apologies. his hands quickly finding your hips as to try and lift you up .
"noo.. baby, it's okay, felt so good." You reassured him, your face blissed out and red in ecstasy, as you grind down onto him. eddie finally comes into play, pushing your hair to the side as nestles his face into your shoulder. you finally come to your senses and realize that he's playing Metallica in the background.
you giggle when you feel him lick a trail around your neck, likely following previous hickeys left behind by your two incredibly possessive boyfriends. you feel his cock against your ass, his hands fall to your sides, sneaking to your thighs.
"tell steve how big he is, tell him how could he makes you feel." he whispers. now groping your tits. you nodded, focusing once more on steve.
you begin riding steve, his size is etched into your mind, "fuck, steve.. baby, you're so big .." you whine, you're pace becomes fast. steve groans as he watches the scene unfold infront of him, your praises don't fall on deaf ears, he just know that if he responds, he probably won't be able to verbally communicate his thoughts. he's far off the deep end into euphoria, he feels your pussy close around him, you're unbelievably tight, no matter how many times you take him or eddie, it's the same. he feels your excitement, it's written all over your face, you want to make him cum.
"make me feel so good, making me cum..!" you cry into the air as his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing circles as he tries to regain some sort of control. he can see eddie leaving harsh bites on your skin, wanting so badly the same, giving and receiving. he begins to thrust his hips up. eddie's excited, he sees him whispering something into your ear, your face falters for a split second before you nod.
steve has no idea what went through the mind of eddie at that moment, but he knew something was coming, so imagine his surprise when eddie pushes his cock into the same hole he's fucking. he pushes you down onto steve's chest, everyone in the room moans in sync, it's getting too hot.
the stretch was immense and it surprised you when it didn't hurt as much as you had thought it would, maybe it's because of how much of your arousal had pooled around steves cock. it didn't really matter right now, you were hyper fixated on the feeling of having two cocks stuffed into your fluttering cunt. loud squelching sounds are audible and so lewd it almost makes you want to cry. eddie's thrusting is overwhelmingly good.
your mind races with infinite thoughts, steve's cock begins to pulse as eddie is practically rubbing their cocks together, your gummy walls suck them both in, the way your close your pussy around them is incredibly tight. and in the next second, you're squirting all over steve's stomach, not being able to process the moment anymore, he's emptying his balls into you, quickly becoming overstimulated as eddie is still chasing his high, and when he cums, both you and steve moan together, steve's cum, and your pussy, getting coated with even more cum.
eddie's body drops on you, steve not minding the weight since he's pretty strong. when eddie moves to pull out, you're quick to grab his hand.
"No.. Eds..stay like this.. s'warm..." you mumble, feeling dazed, he grins and reaches to pull the messed up covers over your bodies.
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Being the Spots child
Pre collider
●I can imagine he didn't know you existed but when he did figure it out he was like really confused because he made sure to use protection (bro was probably drunk when he did it so that prob why he didn't know you existed)
●but in the end, he ultimately decides to meet you
● alr let's give the lucky girl a name let's call her Gloria I like to imagine your mother Gloria to be somewhat of an alcoholic getting drunk on the weekend bringing multiple different boys home getting smashed and all that stuff
● she knows this is a problem but it's hard for her to stop one weekdays she trys to help you with your homework but ultimately falls asleep and you end up bringing her to her bedroom and tucking her in
●when John is finds out actually you exist he sees the situation your in and how your practically raising yourself he know he need to take you under his wing he might not know what he's doing but he's also part of you existed so he's also responsible for you
● one custody battle later
●he has full custody over you he is ecstatic and is also a little worried because he has no clue how to raise a child
●for you, you're a little shy towards him because you barely know all you know is that he's your father
●honestly you thought you situation before was alright might have not been the best but atleast you had a roof over your head a place to sleep and somewhat warm food
●Not to say you didn't have that with John it was just a little awkward
● for the first week, it was pretty awkward. Learning the basics about each other, the dos, and the don'ts favorite colors, etc.
● you started getting comfortable with him pretty soon it went from John to Dad
● sometimes, he was busy with his science Alchemax stuff, but he always made sure to ask how your day was during dinner!
●you guys were doing great
Post colider
It was a rainy night, a little drizzle, that's all. You pick up your phone, and you got a text from your dad. "You might be home a little later than expected. There's some money in my top drawer. Go ahead and order yourself a pizza. I love you !" Sent 1 hour ago
"HI dad, sorry for responding late. My phone died, so I had to charge it :p. I love you too! Come back home safely 4 me plz!"
You of course where a little upset he's always been coming home late tired and sore they've been overworking him for quite sometimes and every night he comes back he says that this will be the last time they make him work more hours
You knew he was lying every time you honestly considered emailing the company but decided against it
You called pizza place and placed your order. Now you just have to wait
Why not watch some TV? You grab the remote and turn the TV on it was on the news channel
"Explosion at Alchemax the cause is still unknown, but the police are currently looking for survivors -"you turned off the TV and got your shoes on as quickly as possible"
your ran it didn't matter if your legs started to hurt. You ran all the way to the scene
It was completely destroyed. You tried to run to what was left of Alchemax, but a police officer stopped you
"im sorry ma'am, but I can't let you pass"
you tried to push past him left, and right you went until finally collapsed in defeat
"I just need to know if my dad is okay.." You cried, choking back tears
The officer was taken aback. "I know you're worried about your dad, and I promise we won't stop till we find him, but for now, I suggest you go back home "
"Can you at least drive me back home? It's pretty cold, and my legs hurt. " You choke out with a couple of sniffles
"I- yeah, of course I can"
While the police officer driver you back hime you could help but think of the worst possibilities deep down you prayed none of them would be true
When you got home, you walked to your bedroom, grabbed all the warn abd fuzy blankets, and pretended it was your dads embrace you ended up crying for most of the night until you grew tired and fell asleep
Click
The door unlocked and closed softly. You slowly got up, you'd run, but you had your fair share of running for the day
"Dad?" You spoke softly due to your sore throat
Nothing
you started to walk to the living entrance
You were met with a pale white man? With black spots on him
"Hey honey..." he said tiredly
he sounded like you dad, but he doesn't look like your dad
"Dad... What happened?" Asked softly
"it's- it's a long story honey" he collapses "look I known it's been a long day for the both of us but can you please just...ya know just like drag me to bed"
"Of course dad," as you started to carry him on yout back to bed
You pushed his limp body on the bed and then climbed into the bed as he held you soon. Both of you drifted to sleep
●things became different when he became the Spot
● money was somewhat tight when Alchemax fired him
●he was hired by some places, but it usually didn't last long he tended to freak out the customers/employees
●rent was coming up, and he was just fired, not to mention he had to feed him and his child
●That's when he resorted to a life of crime
● and when he had his first fight with Spiderman
● and when he started world hopping of course he texted you the text probably went something like this "Hey honey I found out how to get my revenge on spider man>:)) but I need more Alchemax Coliders because it'll give me more spots >:) I don't think I'll be back in time for dinner grab the money in cookie jar an order yourself something i love you stay safe😘"
you knew your father had an obsession with Spiderman because he's the one that made him like this, so this was nothing new to you
When the spot got back to his dimension, he immediately went to check in you watching you through a window
He entered the home, and when you saw him, you gave him the biggest hug (you two guys always do this even if he was just out for groceries)
This was all for you. EVERYTHING he did was for you, and it was always for you. The bond you too built grew is unbreakable. He WILL protect you even if it kills him
Alr something I'd like to break down is the reader is 10 through 13 when this stuff happens you choose the age alr that's all I wanted to say
Have a lovely jubbly day, my customers
HOLLY SHIT I JUST RE-READ THIS ITS SO FUCKING CRINGE DO NOT READ I REPEAT DO NOT READ -future Lindsey(or past Lindsey how that shit works)
#atsv spot#the spot#johnathan ohnn#atsv fanfiction#atsv fic#atsv headcanons#jonathan ohnn x reader#atsv hcs#astv headcannons
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"Run, Don't worry about me!" (Gangle, Ragatha, Pomni, Kinger)
i dont usually use prompt generators.... but oh boy this angst one is making my brain COOK... anyways this quote was recommended and hooboy it made me think of perhaps there being an abstracted circus member running around and cornering the reader and another character? oooohooohooo
POMNI:
oh she feels so helpless... i mean we know shes already been in this situation, the pilot.. and she ran, and yeah sure she almost didnt come back because of the false exit... but what if she was put in this scenario again, and with someone shes grown close to? i think she would stutter, physically when you tell her to make a run for it.. to go find caine for help.. this is all too familiar... i mean.. sure ultimately ragatha was fine, but she still doesnt know what an abstracted can truly do to someone outside of giving them painful glitches... i think she would try to argue, but you snapping at her to just run.. for YOU is what gets her to bolt.. she feels so terrible, it doesnt matter if the outcome ends in you being safe.. she cant stand the pit in her stomach.. thankfully, though, there are no fake escapes grabbing her attention, at least this time
RAGATHA:
similar to pomni i think she would be torn. on one hand she feels she needs to stick around to make sure you make it out okay, but on the other hand she knows that nothing will be done quickly if both of you end up out of commisision... so reluctantly, she runs and searches for caine. shes bolting as fast as she can, i like to think she holds the skirt of her dress up while she runs.. if she could, she would scream until her throat goes hoarse... and who knows maybe even in the digital world she can do that.. i dont think she would crack under the pressure though, really the only thing keeping her from doing so is the fact that you are waiting behind for her to come back with caine... on top of hat what if the abstracted left after beating on you? what if someone else got hurt? she would feel responsible for not being fast enough...
KINGER:
he would outright refuse to leave your side... or maybe he would run off as his instincts scream at him to vacate the area and he doesnt even register that you had told him to run... likely, he would have grabbed onto you in an attempt to drag you with him, to keep you out of harms away.. but when he looks down, he only finds one of his hands. as dark and comical as it is, the curse of having no arms finally shows its consequences... i think he would run back to you, subsequently leaving him getting attacked as well, his crumpled and glitching form left on the ground a few feet from yours... but youre still KICKING youre still alive... can one die or abstract from being attacked by someone whos already abstracted? hes not... actually sure.. his head is pounding with so much pain that he cant think straight.. definitely going to need a third party to get help for you two
GANGLE:
another one where a third party is going to need to come to send help, not because gangle listened to you and chickened out on getting help... or insisting to stay with you.. regardless, i dont think gangle would be able to outrun the monster before it strikes her down. your attempt to keep her save was in vain. imagine how much worse it would be if her sprinting to escape to find caine caught the abstracted's attention, and it immediately smashes her down in a crumpled flickering pile on the ground... with you, still unscathed forced to watch... you tried to keep her safe, planning to take the blow yourself but it blew up in your face... generally not a good feeling and your split second a shock and guilt probably costs you your own escape
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#pomni x reader#pomni x you#pomni imagine#ragatha x reader#ragatha x you#ragatha imagine#kinger x reader#kinger x you#kinger imagine#gangle x you#gangle x reader#gangle imagine
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Drunk In Love
Frankie Morales x f!reader
W/C: 1.8K+
Warnings: Language, Friends to lovers? F L U F F 🤍
Summary: A little liquid courage reveals some big secrets.
A/N: So I was tagged in a post with a possible prompt idea and I couldn’t let it go so here’s my little twist on it. (Prompt will be in red yall!) Thank you @kteague and @icanbeyourjedi both for your endless support, ilysm! Likes, reblogs, any love appreciated. Enjoy!! 💜💜
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“Has anyone seen Frankie?”
“Upstairs in Ben’s room I think. That liquor is finally starting to hit him.” Will snickers as he throws a few more beer cans into the trash bag.
Tonight was all about celebrating Benny’s huge win during his latest fight. A total underdog going in, he had crushed the competition which ultimately called for a celebration. Everyone had stopped by at various times throughout the night except one person. The only person Frankie longed to see and talk to. They all knew your work had been hectic lately and the chances of you coming out were slim, but Frankie held on to that slight glimmer of hope with every passing guest through the door.
“Come have a shot with us Fish!”
“Yeah! She would want you to be having fun!” Benny called out.
The guys loved teasing him about his growing crush on you. Knowing he was too chickenshit to actually say anything, with or without you here.
“Very funny cabrón. Just give me the damn drink.” That was nearly a few hours ago.
Santi took the steps two at a time until he came upon Benny’s rec room. It was a work in progress but the essentials were there. Including a new giant plush beanbag chair that had become a favorite amongst the grown men. Benny and Frankie always fighting over whom would be able to lounge on it during get togethers. He was slumped deep into the cushion with his phone above his head completely entranced by the screen.
“What ya lookin at there Fish?”
“Hmm,” he looks over at Santiago with eyes half lidded and a bashful grin. He’s seen that look from his best friend before. Frankie is definitely feeling good.
“Wait, is that?...”
“Yeahhhh,” he lovingly sighs, followed by a small hiccup. “Isn’t she just the most beautiful girl in the world?” turning his phone more towards him. Frankie had been going through a hidden photo album when Santi walked in. It was a little something he had put together for particular moments like this. Moments when he was just simply missing you. The picture was from the state fair a few months back. You had on your favorite yellow sundress and signature white sneakers. ‘Cute yet casual’ he remembers you saying. You were fully enveloped in some cotton candy when he snuck the picture. The web of sticky sweet treat making you giggle as it hit your tongue, changing it to a bright shade of pink. He had never seen something so pure in his whole life.
Santi watched as his friend gushed over the photo. If heart eyes were real, Frankie’s would be their poster child.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“No, Santiago. I love her.”
Santi’s eyes widen at his friends direct admission. His own shit-eating grin creeping on to his face. FINALLY he thought. He knew Frankie was a little tipsy right now but from the way he, along with everyone else in the group, had seen the two of you dancing around each other it was about time someone admits it. Plus, you know what they say; the only people to ever tell the truth are children and drunks.
“You should tell her man!”
Frankie’s head snaps in his direction as if it were so obvious.
“You’re right hermano! I gotta tell her!”
Frankie stumbles with his phone, the device looking smaller in his big hands as he begins to smash out a text to you.
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You didn’t know how long you were out but by the small amount of drool starting to gather and make its way down your face you would assume it had been a while. You had dozed off at your laptop. Knowing your friends were all having fun without you while you prepped the last PowerPoint for your huge project at work was in hindsight a little sad, but as of tomorrow afternoon you too could properly celebrate. You had been so busy with work lately, there hadn’t been a chance to see or spend time with any of your boys. You missed the rowdiness. You missed him. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend in this way but the idea of Frankie’s warm embrace was enough to send you into a blissful sleep, that is until your phone startled you awake. Slowly perking up when you saw it was an incoming text from him.
Mi cielo! You awake?
You look at the time on your phone. It was almost 1am. Before you could answer, another text comes in.
It’s late of course you’re not…
Busy workin. Now sleeping. My beautiful brainy girl.
Your face flushes at the endearment. Say something!
Frankie! Hi! I’m awake. Are you okay? It’s late. Did you make it home?
Cielito! Better now that I’m talking to you. This party’s lame cause you’re not here.
Hahah I’m gonna tell Benny you called his party lame.
I’ll tell him myself! LAME. BENJAMIN. 😎
I miss you guys! I’m sorry I couldn’t come out tonight. Tomorrow though! I’m gonna need a drink or two!
Baby I’ll buy you ALLLLL the drinks! 🍹🍻🥂
I’m holding you to that Morales! Oh, did you need a ride home or anything? I’m guessing YOU’VE had a few? 😉 Lol
It was late and you were still willing to come for him. The gesture alone solidified his next actions. Just go for it Francisco!
Always caring for me. Someone should care for you…
And who do you suggest that be?…
ME OBVIOUSLY. Always cared for you.
Know why I call you mi cielo? Cause you’re my sky, my heaven on earth, my everything.
I’m sorry. Santi said I talk too much. I don’t care tho. My love, I am intoxicated, but I just wanted you to know…my real feelings.
You were at a loss for words. How do you respond to that? You see the bubbles start to form on the screen, anticipating what he may say next. He seems to be writing forever but they stop. No indication of a new text coming in and that sinking feeling hits you like a truck. Did one of your best friends and the man you were harboring a huge crush on really just say all that? Was any of it true? Or just drunk talk?
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“ …so amazing. wanna marry you one day, make all the babies. We’d have fun with that part 😉 travel the world I CAN FLY US and just everything with you…” Frankie slightly slurs out as he types away.
“WHOAAA HOLD ON FISH!” Pope snatches Frankie’s phone from him, quickly erasing everything he just wrote out to you.
“Look, I’m glad you’re coming to your senses but if you text her all this, instead of telling her in person, she’ll never believe you. Plus, it’s late and you’re a bit drunk.”
“But I love her even when I’m not drunk!”
Santi barked out a laugh at the serious look on his friends face.
“I know buddy, but you’ll thank me later. Here, look at these pictures of her for right now.” Santi pulled up your Instagram account to the photos from your birthday hike. It was you and all the guys, the accompanying pictures in the post were of an individual photo with each of them. Frankie scrolls to the one of you and him. His arm around your waist and yours around his neck as you posed cheek to cheek. This one was a favorite of his and also in his secret album. He zooms in to your face and kisses his screen.
“Goodnight cariño.” Frankie whispers as he shuts his eyes. The soft beanbag hugging him as he drifts off to the photo still being displayed on his phone. Santi sees this as the perfect opportunity to snap a picture and send it to you, knowing you’re probably wondering what the hell was actually going on.
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It has been about twenty minutes now and not another word from Frankie. You had moved to your bed to try and get some sleep but it was useless. Should I call him? No this isn’t an over the phone conversation. Ugh just another thing to overthink tonight. You toss and turn trying to get comfortable when your phone on the nightstand lights up.
“Pope: 1 Attachment”
You quickly unlock your phone to a picture of Frankie curled up as best as possible on the beanbag chair. You let out a small snicker when a message pops up:
As you probably know, our Fish is a little outta it. I remember my first drink lol but in all honesty, everything he told you tonight is true. I don’t mean to spill his secrets but the man adores you. As you see from the attached picture, he fell asleep with your photo pulled up on his phone. I’m also keeping the picture I took for future clowning opportunities. It’ll make a great story at your wedding 😏 okay goodnight!
You sat in bed on the verge of happy tears. Texting one final thing back:
Make sure he gets to a proper bed please. You know how his back is.
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Despite getting only a few hours of sleep, you managed to get through your presentation at work and killing it. You decided after to cut the day short and surprise Frankie. You pulled up to the Miller’s place and let yourself in, running into Santiago in the process.
“Hi there!” he says to you in a playful voice.
“Hi Santi. Ummm, is Frankie still..?”
“Yeah, lover boy is still passed out in Ben’s room. Go wake his ass up. You’re the only person he probably wouldn’t yell at for disturbing his beauty sleep, el borracho.”
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Opening the door as quietly as possible, you find Frankie still sound asleep. Walking over to him, you find enough space to sit down on the bed next to him. He looks so peaceful, the curls from his now longer hair look just as soft as they are wild. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through them, sweeping a rogue strand from his forehead. He inhales sharply at your touch, slowly opening his eyes while leaning into you.
“Cielo, hi.”
“Hi Francisco.”
“I’m not dreaming am I?”
“No hermoso, it’s me. I’m really here.”
“About last night…”
“Did you mean it?...”
The eye contact between you is consuming. Your heart strumming erratically from the look he is giving you.
“Every word.”
Frankie doesn’t overthink it, pulling you down to him in the most passionate kiss, pouring every thought and feeling he’s wanted to convey to you since you’d first met. Your head is spinning from the euphoric rush of finally feeling those plush lips against yours. You giggle as you start to pull back, not before he peppers your face with sweet little pecks.
“You have room under here for me? A sweet, yet drunk dork kept me up late last night and I could use a little nap.”
“For you mi cielo, always.”
#drunk in love#frankie morales x f!reader#frankie morales fluff#frankie catfish morales#pedro pascal#mel writes!
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Sagau with Creator but... Pt.2
Tw: none, I suppose
Note: Another one 😎. I haven't been catching up to the anime at all, I only gathered what I know from brief descriptions on the internet 😅 take my fanfic with a grain of salt. I don't know much
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'... is this One for All?'
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'.... oKAY- This is fine, This is COMPLETELY fine... getting an OP power that can break a person's bones in one punch is COMPLETELY FINE! especially in a world that HAS ABSOLUTELY NO HISTORY OF QUIRKS EXISTING IN THE FIRST PLACE!!'
You looked around your environment, looking like a stray puppy trying to find their mama. Then something came into mind.
"One for All has been passed onto other generations... that means that other users used this power... and Midoriya possessed that same power from the past users... does that mean.." you mumbled, looking at your hands.
"I have all of those previous quirks??... only one way to find out..." you lowered yourself on the ground and imagined the scenery at Windrise.
"Teleport!" You exclaimed and felt the ground dissapear for a bit before reappearing in a few seconds.
You opened your eyes and, to your surprise, end up in Windrise.
You did not think that actually worked, AT ALL!
"Holy sh#t.... wait, didn't All Might say that you had to be buff in order to possess this power-"
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You decided to get used to your new power and tried to learn the basics of each of them. Starting with the easy ones:
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Smokescreen- you dissapeared in front of a few slimes and hid behind one of the small pillars, chuckling at their shocked reactions.
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Float- you tried to copy what Venti did and it seemed to work, letting you fly up in the air without a wind current.
"This will come in handy!"
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Danger sense- you sat down with your legs criss-cross. You meditated, silent waiting for something to happen. Just a simple slime passing by you would be enough to test Danger sense.
You felt a sharp pain on the upper left side of your brain and swiftly dodged a passing arrow.
You opened your eyes and turned to the source, thinking it was a hilichurl or something.
Nothing... most of the hilichurls were still in their place and the slimes were just bouncing around.
'... that's concerning... sh#t, what if it's one of those fics?' You thought, anxiety rising a bit.
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Now, for the somewhat not easy ones:
Blackwhip- it didn't summon when you tried to do the spiderman hand gesture, which was a bust, but it summoned a short while after. Sticking onto a branch in the tree and successfully pulling you up. You tried doing it with two hands but... let's not get into details...
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Transmission- it was hard on how much gear you wanted to put on a object, especially where you want to aim it. You tried with a simple tree branch that was not too weak but not too strong. It ended up hitting a hilichurls head, sending it flying to the side of the mountain....
"... Sorry!"
And now, the quirk you think you got controlled of...
the PUNCH!
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"Alright, you've seen Midoriya and All Might do it, you can try it yourself..." you said as you looked at a arrow dummy you borrowed from one of the hilichurls.
Don't ask how you got it so easily, one of them just came up to you and offered it. You hesitated to take it but they insisted, even after what happened to their friend.
"Maybe, just do what Midoriya does! I guess that'll work..." you said and readied your stance, doing the iconic power stand Midoriya does.
"One for all... 5% percent..." you said as your body began to glow [favorite color]. Your hair standing up a bit.
"SMASH!!" You yelled out and punched the dummy, the power coursing through the punch and smashing the dummy into bits. Its remains flying everywhere then onto the ground.
You sighed of relief, the thoughts of you not making that happen dissapeared into thin air. You looked at your hand if it's in good condition or smash to bits.
It came out unscathed and completely fine! No bruises or broken bones in sight. Just some pain in the fingers from the impact but ultimately fine.
"... Holy sh#t.... you think someone might hear that?" You asked, turning to one of the hilichurls.
"???" They shrugged.
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After a day of training your power and claiming the second Anemo statue, you bid farewell to the hilichurls and slimes and decided to start your journey.
You had a lingering sense of danger in Mondstat so you decided to walk around the wilderness for a while. After the attempted murder(?) with that arrow, you aren't taking any chances.
You passed Springvale without anyone knowing and arrived at Wolvendom since you wanted to see what Andrius looked like, from a safe distance.
You walked through the forest without any trouble since most of the creatures were asleep, even the hilichurls.
"Heh, they looked kinda cute without flailing their weapons around" you said and kept on going.
You arrived where Andrius rests and looked at the domain in astonishment. The whole place looked WAY bigger in person than in-game. The sparkly sword that sits in the center of the domain and the walls having wolf like carvings, a few scratch marks on said wall.
"Woah... Holy sh#t, you can fit a whole town in here.." you said as you walked up to the edge.You felt a headache slowly rising at the back of your head.
You were being watched.
"... I know your here, don't worry. I mean no harm to you or your guardian here. I just came here to take a look" You said and turned around to the forest side of Wolvendom.
The bushes rustled and out came one of the goodest bois in Teyvat, Razor!
"You... look nothing like Knights of Favonious... but... you smell familiar... how did you know I hiding?" He asked, his guards still up.
"Let's just say, it's a sixth sense of mine" you said with a smile.
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First character introduced! I'll make another one in a few days
#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau#creator au#self aware genshin#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#my hero academia#gender neutral character
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Full Moon Night
It had been a pretty chill day, just hanging with a close friend of yours that you hadn't gotten to see in a while. Both of you had pretty busy lives, if it wasn't work taking up a lot of time, you had some things you did on the side. Thankfully, a day finally came that let the two of you hang out for most of it and finally get the chance to catch up.
Nothing to fancy, you'd headed out to hit up a few old hang out places, ultimately ending up back at your place, playing video games on your big screen. You laughed, beating him in another round of Smash when he checked his phone. "Damn, it's that late already? I gotta get going man." He said, sounding a bit worried, though you didn't worry about it.
"Ah, come on, one more round of doubles? Can even play online, so you don't need to lose to me." You grin, faking cockiness. "This is the first time we can actually hang out, can't just leave early on me." You say, honestly wanting to spend a bit more time with him.
He looks to you, considering your words and then checking his phone. After a moment, he chuckles and nods. "Sure, a few online matches can't hurt." He said, picking up the controller again as you grin and set up an online room.
Time passes and a few matches in, he suddenly stops playing, holding his stomach and groaning. "Bro, you alright?" You ask, worried about him. "Was it the food earlier?"
"No, I..." He starts, before his eyes shoot wide, you missing as his hair was starting to change to a jet black color. He looked to the darkened window, seeing the moon just peaking over the distant buildings of the city. "Fuck...I have to-" He groaned again, skin becoming more smooth and flawless, as he quickly tried to get up and leave. He didn't get very far, grabbing the doorway to the hall as you finally saw his hair cascade down to his lower back.
You stare, completely shocked as his form starts to shrink, falling from a 6' stature to a much smaller, thinner 5'6". "Holy shit! What's happening to you!?" You yell, but he didn't respond as his smaller form caused his pants to fall down, revealing his ass to be reshaping itself into a plump heart shape. He moans, face and voice becoming quickly more feminine by the second, as you get to see his manhood pull inside of him through his underwear.
The new she gives one last pleasure filled moan as she grips the wall, her nails shooting out as her chest bursts into a pair of large, supple, breasts. She leans there, panting from the experience. You slowly approach, not sure what just happened, but kind of turned on, and reach out to him. "Dude, are you... Okay...?" You ask, stepping back as she lifts her head looking to you with a devious look in her eyes and smiles.
Her voice was sultry and almost intoxicating as she spoke. "Never better, hun... It always feels amazing when I get to finally let loose." She said, confusing you, as she turned and started to approach.
"Wait, what do you mea-" You didn't get to finish, as she suddenly pounced on you, dropping you to the floor and pinning in place. Despite her smaller frame, she felt incredibly strong and you could barely move. "Get off me! Demetri!" You yelled, trying to struggle under her weight, pausing as you felt her ass brush against the bulge that had formed in your pants.
She smirked, giving a slight moan as she grind on you slightly. "Oh cutie, I'm Dora now... That naughty Demetri never did tell you about me, huh?" She cooed, leaning in close. She smirked. "Poor boy, maybe he just wants a friend to join him. I have to turn anyone that sees me change after all." She said, forcing you into a kiss before you could even question what she said. A sharp pain shot through you as she bit down on your lip, drawing blood and backing off, licking the blood from her lips.
"Ah! What did you-ah!" You convulsed, body getting hotter as you felt your bones shifting and you could feel yourself shrinking quickly. You could barely think as your hair grew out, the feeling of your facial structure shifting and reshaping, with a pair of puffy lips to match. The feeling grew, causing you to moan as you spun, lifting yourself up onto your hands and knees, your ass exploding outward and your waist caving in.
You screamed in ecstasy, not nearly as used to this as Demetri was, feeling your sex pulling inside of you and creating a fresh new woman hood in it's place. Panting, you moan once more, massive breasts forming out of your chest as the heat finally starts to die down and you look at yourself, mind attempting to process what just happened.
Standing up Dora comes over to you, kissing you again, this time you return it, enjoying the taste as she pulls back. "Look at you, just the perfect bestie to join me for a sexy week of fun. Hmm, what should we call you?" She thought, as you stand in the doorway.
"Call me, Claira, now let's go and hit the club. My body is still burning up and I need to get someone inside me." You respond, your new werepersona taking over fully as you watch from deep in your own mind. Not sure if you actually liked this or if it was just the change. Either way...
Demetri had a lot to explain.
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Borderlands: Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter
Skies, Axton, and Salvador run into trouble outside the Vault of the Treasurer.
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The Cursed Key Part 3
Skies, Axton, and Salvador race through an underground chamber, brightly lit by the magically glowing door. Behind them, the golden Vault monster shrieks angrily as its fired at by Brayden’s men.
“Look, here it is!” Salvador exclaims as he, Axton, and Skies skid to a stop in front of a giant, inactive Vault gate.
“It won’t open until the monster is defeated,” Axton points out.
“How are Brayden and his goons doing?” Skies asks. They look at Brayden’s men screaming horribly as the monster stomps about.
“Not good,” Salvador remarks.
“That was the idea,” Axton grins as he draws his assault rifle. “Sal and I can handle the monster. Skies, I believe you have a date with an old man.”
Skies grins and twirls her pistol.
Axton whistles sharply and waves his hand. “Over here, big guy!”
The Vault monster stops thrashing about and turns, kneeling down to look through the doorway.
“Yeah, come get some, cabrón!” Salvador exclaims.
As the monster crawls through the door, Skies races around to the side of the room. She waits until it’s completely through then slips out into the other room.
Brayden’s poor mercs didn’t stand a chance. Most of them are dead, their bodies smashed and scattered around the chamber. The few that survived are still injured, their bodies broken and bleeding.
Skies spots Brayden across the room, shuffling for the door out. It looks like he tried to escape while the fighting was happening, but he can’t move fast enough.
Skies scowls and follows after him, overtaking him at walking pace and blocking his way. “Leaving so soon? While you’re men lay dying?”
“That’s their job,” Brayden grunts, “to die for me.”
“You freekin’ coward,” Skies snaps, “first you want the Vault of the Treasurer, now it’s too hard. This is why you’re not a real treasure hunter, Brayden. Give it up, before I make you.”
“Not so fast, Skies.”
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