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curlyfriesgalore · 7 months ago

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"let it all out, baby."

you've been dating daisuke for a while, already growing accustomed to his body and behavior, but something was off. nothing break-up-worthy, far from it, but you're a little concerned with how quiet he's been in bed.

so one "night," when swansea is too drunk out of his mind, anya is busy caring for curly, and jimmy is doing fuck all, you and daisuke spend some quality time in your room, which miraculously survives the foam.

one thing led to another, and now you're giving him head. however, as much as you want to get lost in your lust, you can't help but focus on his face—not out of your usual affection, but to analyze him.

★ a smut-shot broken down into bullets with dialogue sectioned off into chat-format segments. [2,697 words]

☆ gen tags: post-crash. gn! reader is anya's intern, but your job isn't mentioned in the fic (it's just for lore's sake). daisuke is insecure in his masculinity (some angst). set in our year all because i reference one meme lol.

★ nsfw tags MDNI: dom reader. sub daisuke. fellatio and a handjob. neck biting and nipple sucking. so much whimpering!!!

[ahh, posting again because i found a fic i made for another character two years ago, so i decided to rework it! i was actually really glad to find this 'cause i've been wanting to write daisuke smut, but currently my nsfw drafts are all curly. art by washitquickly on twt —iris🌠]

daisuke squirms as you lap your tongue around the head of his velvety dick, your spit blending with his sweet and sour slick. he digs his gapped teeth deep into his chapped lip. his mouth is in a tight crease, eyes squished shut with brows deep in concentration, wrinkling his lightly pimpled forehead.

he looks so out of breath, yet zilch emerges from that man's mouth. you wonder if your skills have worsened since the crash. maybe it was stress? but no, you knew that couldn't've been the case. your licks have always made him involuntarily writhe in pleasure, and your breath alone was enough to make precum shoot out of his soft slit.

speaking of which, you did exactly that, and a high-pitched moan ensues, finally.

you groan along with him, feeling his clear fluid slide down your throat. when your voice vibrates its low hum, shivers trickle down daisuke's aching cock. it's enough for him to jolt, flutter his eyes open, and mewl out a squeaky whimper.

you look up in awe, expecting to see your loverboy in pure ecstasy, but your heart drops. all you see is his hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide in horror: the farthest thing from rapture.

gently, you remove yourself, the sensation of smooth skin lingering in your mouth as a trail of saliva connects your lip to his tip. with your hands still on his thighs, you felt him tremble under your palms.

daisuke pulls his legs towards his chest, encasing them within his arms as he buries half his face into his knees. his brows dent into his temple. he mumbles what sounds like an apology and wipes his face against his hinge joints. worry washes away your arousal in an instant.

carefully, you unfold his arms, spreading his legs to reveal the gorgeous mess you so deeply love. you crawl on top of him, resting your stomach on his, feeling his liquid lather onto your abdomen as you softly cradle his chin, bringing his face to yours.

as you thumb away the tiny tears dripping down his acne-scarred cheeks, he carefully brings his gaze to you, revealing the sea of tears swimming in his dark eyes. daisuke looks like a sad puppy, hurt and desperate for his partner's forgiveness, yet you are unsure as to why he's reacting this way.

he tries to gulp down the cries congested in his throat, attempting to force an explanation, but his reasons refuse to be revealed. for a man who spoke so many words, he felt too embarrassed to say any.

so, rather than letting him hurt himself any further, you envelop his warm body in your arms. daisuke silently melts as you comb your fingers through his sweaty hair, caressing his scalp as you try to piece things together. you think back to all the times you guys have had sex.

time and time again, you remember how quietly he'd finish. no matter how intensely his body shook from your touch, nothing but a small sigh would leave his panting chest. daisuke could be a puddle of sweat, drool coating his chin, eyes rolled all the way back as he failed to wait for your cue to let him cum all over your stomach—and yet, the only thing missing were the sounds of his moans.

you didn't question it at first, assuming he was, ironically enough, a quiet guy in bed, but things weren't adding up.

whenever you sneak attack his sides, tickling the air out of him, daisuke would shriek as if he'd witnessed the murder of his favorite pokémon. his face contorts into the physical embodiment of the 'ash baby.'

then there was another time, a month before the crash, when it was jimmy's turn for movie night. the co-pilot pulled up with his favorite horror film, intending to creep the skin off of everyone, and it nearly did for daisuke. he screeched so hard, practically ripping your eardrums, and lunged himself onto you, toppling the others over like dominoes on the couch.

(you recall a very tired captain curly lecturing a sheepish daisuke, telling him to be more careful with his surroundings, as anya aided swansea's sore back while jimmy snickered to himself next to you).

countless times proved how reactive he was, besides the obvious fact that this man does not have an off button. so, for him to be completely silent during sex didn't make any sense.

well, he wasn't completely. you've heard his soft moans and hushed whimpers escape from daisuke, unbeknownst to him, but you knew he could be much louder than that.

like, hello? he's the daisuke juarez, the guy (in)famously known for talking on and on for days without fail; surely, he could groan the life out of his lungs.

because, clearly, he wants to.

he needs to.

but you didn't know why he was so adamant about being super quiet. you wanted an answer so you wouldn't have to constantly try to get a read on his suppressions. and, by the looks of it, you're about to get one.

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you cup his face and caress his warm jaw. daisuke delicately places his hand on top of yours and strokes it back, rolling his thumb against your knuckles.

"can we talk now?" your question drifts into the soft rumbles of the ship.

daisuke carefully nods, one last garbled sob croaking out his throat before he responds, "y-yeah..."

"tell me. what's wrong, baby?" you ask softly as your hand dances around his face, your fingers tracing his features, wet from tears.

"um, do i..." daisuke pauses, briefly breathing in some much-needed air, "do i sound weird when i—y'know—uh, moan...?" he leans his cheek into your palm, and you feel the bumpy indentations in his skin flush into yours. his sights are set on everything but you.

your brows knit, but clarity relaxes the knot in your shoulders. "d'aww, baby..." you pout. "is that what this is?" daisuke, slowly attempting to match your eyes, purses his lips with another nod.

shaking your head, you bring his chin closer to yours, "no, no... not at all, dai." you press your lips into his pursed ones, tenderly transferring your love to him and relieving his tight kiss into its original plumpness. you pull away, resting your forehead against his, "i've always found them very cute..."

"if anything," you chuckle, "i wish you moaned more." finally, he looks at you, and you're met with wide eyes and lifted brows, "really?"

now it's your turn to quirk your brow. "of course, really! what makes you think i'd feel otherwise?" daisuke laughs at that and eats his lips, looking up at the metal ceiling as he sifts through his memory box.

"well- i don't know, i mean, back on earth," you catch a brief dullness in his gaze, "i once heard the girls in my class talk about how weird some guys sound when they moan, and like," daisuke drums his fingers on your forearm, "when i asked, they'd say any dude who sounded too much like them?" when he looks at you, he falters, "ach- how do i say it?"

your eyes narrow, struggling to understand that train of thought. daisuke frowned, not at you but at the following words, "it was something like 'oh! men who whimper are soOo icky to me' and 'dudes should sound deep, not like...'" daisuke winces, heaving a frustrated sigh as he continues to mimic those girls. "'...whatever weak subby boy bullshit that's been circulating online—' i know, it's stupid." he immediately stops when he sees your grimace.

you blink your eyes shut, shaking your head and sighing when you peel them open. "so," your hand wipes over your mouth. "you ended up adopting that?" you ask, tucking your thumb under your chin as your index rests on your bottom lip, elbow propped up on one knee.

"i mean, sort of?" daisuke moves his hands to rub circles on your bare sides, "when i realized that i moan like," daisuke air quotes, "a 'weak subby boy,' i got really embarrassed and well- forced myself to sound more like a man, i guess..." the shame in his face, apparent.

you hum, taking in the information as he continues to explain his insecurities. daisuke tells you all the times he's been egged on by his guy friends for how he sounds when he'd whine after getting hit by a baseball ball (when that shit HURTS for anybody, daisuke emphasizes) or how often his friend group would point out his squeals, joking about how he'd never get laid with a voice like that. the thing is, he consciously understands that his classmates are biased individuals, so daisuke knows that there's no real point for him to act all secretive with his sounds. but he can't help it. he worries that letting himself just... be himself, in this context specifically, might make you find him less attractive.

"hUH?!" you exclaim, making daisuke jump. you're so baffled that you grab his face and squish his cheeks with all the affection your squeeze can imbue. he looks at you, doe-eyed with lips puffed out like a fish. "i—first of all, what an absolutely shitty thing to say to your friend, let alone do it daily. and second of all, not every man moans the same. just 'cause yours is a little higher doesn't make you any less of one..." he attempts to defend them, wanting to say that they weren't that bad, but you hush him, reading through his lie before he could assess it himself. then, when you rationalize his insecurity, he tightens his lip, taking in your opinion as you continued to speak against the toxicity of his friends. noticing he's gone quiet, you rub his cheek, changing your tone into something much softer. "daisuke."

"yesh...?"

as your serious stare delves deep into his soul, you reassure him, "there is no one—and i mean, no one—in this universe that i love more than you."

"oomph, i shink your beftfriends whould be mhad if they hurd thath." daisuke jokes, and you roll your eyes, shushing him as you stifle your laugh, "hey, i'm being serious here...!" to which daisuke chuckles and nods for you to continue, mouthing an 'i love you, too.'

you sigh, "your whimpers... are the cutest, most adorable noises i'll ever hear in my life, and i don't want you to shut them up, ever. i mean it."

"mph- reallhy?" the innocence in his voice made you squish the sides of his face harder as you hummed in agreement, "really."

"i want to hear them," you take a moment to sit up, straddling his thighs as you wrap your fingers around his dick, it instantly springs. "over... and over... and over again." with every pause, you stroke him. your palm tugs at his cock from the hairs on his abdomen to his soaked tip. daisuke chokes out a gasp, his legs squirming as he gulps, "a-ah, fuck... baby." his body trembles, randomly jerking with every drag of his thick cock.

"nothing will ever change the way i see you," you press your lips onto his jaw, feeling the tiniest stubble. "how sweet you are, how handsome you look, or how good you sound to me." you trail kisses down his neck, and latch onto the edge of his adam's apple, nibbling a whimper out of him.

"if anything, your moans make me love you even more than i already do." as you peck along his chest, his whines squeal breathlessly, and his whimpers exceed his vocal cords. every compliment you throw at him sends his brain into autopilot.

"ngh, mh..." none of daisuke's words made any sense, his mouth melding into mush while yours formed dark hickeys on all his right spots. he was panting uncontrollably. looking down at you with those half-lidded eyes of his, ones leaking with so much love and lust. he grips the sheets with one hand while the other carefully combes through your hair.

your mouth was now at level with his nipple. you watch it harden in anticipation as he edges his chest a little closer to your lips, making you chuckle at how needy your boyfriend's gotten. "now, before i let you cum, i want you to be as loud as you possibly can be, okay? for me, baby."

he nods, loving your coos, but uncertainty nearly cockblocks him, "w-wait, babe, what if everyone hears me?" daisuke watches you huff a laugh, "like anyone's cared about us fucking before." you both chuckle, and daisuke relaxes, "oh right, hehe."

"even if someone hears," you lightly circle his nipple, the tiny bumps on its dark epidermis sliding so perfectly against your thumb. daisuke's dick twitches, already biting his lip at the sight of your tongue inches away from his chest's nub. you continue, breathing hot on daisuke's skin. "they get to know how beautiful my baby boy sounds in bed."

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daisuke's breathing gradually quickens at the heat. when you finally lick his nipple, his cry is instantaneous. it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard, pulling at your heartstrings as a rush surges through your abdomen.

you close your eyes and focus on stroking his dick with every lick you make, his adorable moans filling the air. the way you roll your fingers and wedge them on the damp head, massaging the precum out his slit, melts daisuke, turning him into a pathetic, panting puddle in your arms. he absentmindedly ruts into your hand out of pure pleasure, sliding his slick all over your skin.

soon enough, his whimpers peaked, his voice consuming the room. you knew he was reaching his high based on the synchronization of his thrusts and your pumps. bed sheets crumple under his fist, and his other hand no longer on your hair but on the small of your back, squeezing your waist as he tries to travel down to knead your ass.

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"babe, i'm close...! i'm so close." daisuke blabbers between mewls, his hands clutching onto your hips for support. he spills all of him into your palms, creating a wet patch underneath his thighs. you intensify your already vigorous pumping, simultaneously pinching a nipple as you bite the other, "come on, baby... you're almost there." "i'm cumming—fuck— 'm cumm...ing, nghnghm! ohmygod...!" intense shudders siphon through daisuke's bloodstream, his whole body convulsing as he feels his milk bud, moments away from dripping out his sore slit. "let it all out, baby." you coo, tonguing his nipple with your wet love.

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with one final groan, his cum drenches your hand as he arches his back so far that it nearly sends you falling. all that fills your ears are the sounds of your boyfriend's sweet sobs, easing into an aching sigh.

after tugging his cock with a few more strokes, daisuke collapses further into the bed, his head lying so far back into the pillow that you can see his adam's apple bob after every gasp and gulp. your lips leave his nipple, and he shivers from the cold air hitting his wet skin.

as he's catching his breath, you stretch your back and crane your spine far enough to feel every bubble in your ligament pop down your bones. after rolling your neck side to side, you get a good look at daisuke, who is disheveled and disoriented.

you chuckle and lift his head up, daisuke's teary eyes akin to those of a desperate puppy. you bring your sticky fingers to your mouth, swallowing his sweetness, and daisuke watches, thirsty for a taste.

smiling at the drool dripping down his puffy lips, you bring your face to him, gracing him with a smooch. the kiss muffles his deep moan. his tongue explores yours, devouring his own dick with what lingers on your papillae.

daisuke pouts when you pull away, but before he whines, you wrap your hands behind his neck, sitting yourself up and pulling him into your chest. he sighs into the hug, embracing you as much as he physically can while you massage his wet and messy hair. you kiss his scalp and softly praise him for being such a good boy.

[i was going to expand on the post crash aspect but i got wayyy too tired. but know that the story was originally going to have an afab reader, where you ride daisuke till he cums inside you, so i'd then add a line about how you couldn't care less about getting bred 'cause you were probably dying on the tulpar, anyway 😭 so it was going to be a LOT more angsty. i also intended to write a segment (after he admits his insecurity) of him missing earth and the structure of a home so badly that he's developed a mommy kink, so i could use it later when you guys go back to sexing buuut oopsies. i'll save that for another time 🫠. —iris🌠]

#🌠 leads to my masterlist #someone take tumblr away from me i NEED to finish my final projects 💀#i think the angst could've definitely been improved. i would elaborate more on comforting daisuke but i finished this at 4 am 😵#daisuke x reader #daisuke x you #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #intern daisuke #daisuke juarez #oneshot #curly mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #daisuke

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mxxiemoo · 9 months ago

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ᯓ★ !! — mouthwashing

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM WITH THE DEATHS IN THE MOUTHWASHING GAME?? I saw a theory on it and it’s PERFECT.

— Daisuke, in his death when Swansea used the axe on him you see that both of his eyes are pretty fucked, he can’t see anymore. This represents the fact that he was blind to jimmys behaviour he had no preconceived notion about Jimmy and no clue about his true self. It shows his innocence in the game and how he was basically clueless to it all.

— Swansea & Curly, these two are bunched together because they both loose one eys each, or atleast only have one eye visible. Ie Curly has one eyes covered in bandages whilst Swansea is shot.. if you notice they both have opposite eyes that survived. The representation to this was that curly viewed Jimmy as this great and good person who just disguised himself as a terrible guy, while Swansea sees a terrible person trying to be a good person. The opposite views and only being able to see one side of Jimmy character represents their one surviving eye.

— Finally Anya, when yous re her death both her eyes are in clear view and this represents that she knew Jimmy she knew he was terrible she could literally see how bad of a person he is her vision wasn’t manipulated or clouded. She knew.

When I read this theory it fully BLEW my mind. Like, the game is so detailed, deep and intercut it’s literally perfection. The symbolism is PERFECTION.

#fanart #anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing #symbolism #swansea mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #captain curly #jimmy mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing

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666anxiety666 · 8 months ago

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can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)

Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏

🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Curly

LEE

🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.

🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.

🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.

🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose

🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.

🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"

🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.

🧡 blushes a lot.

🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.

LER

🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.

🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.

🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.

🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"

🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"

🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter

🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.

🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.

🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.

🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Anya

LEE

🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.

🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)

🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.

🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.

🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"

🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.

🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.

🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.

LER

🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.

🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.

🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.

🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.

🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"

🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"

🩵 her nails are a killer.

🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Daisuke

LEE

🩷 MY BOY!

🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.

🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.

🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.

🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.

🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.

🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.

🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.

🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.

🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.

🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.

🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.

🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!

🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.

🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.

LER

🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.

🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.

🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.

🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.

🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'

🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"

🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.

🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.

🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.

🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Swansea

LEE

💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.

💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.

💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)

💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.

💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"

LER

💜 now ler Swansea is different.

💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.

💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.

💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.

💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.

💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.

💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."

💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.

💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Jimmy

(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)

LEE

❤️ he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.

❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.

❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.

❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.

❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.

❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.

❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.

❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"

❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.

LER

❤️ he's evil. very evil.

❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.

❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.

❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.

❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.

❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.

❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."

❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."

❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.

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Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀

Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.

#mouthwashing tickle #mouthwashing tickles #tickle headcanons #mouthwashing headcanons #mouthwashing daisuke #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing swansea #mouthwashing jimmy

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spesemen · 11 months ago

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Kylar ref sheet what the sigma….

He’s so fi🤤🤤

Headcanons below ~★

- Kylar got his green eyes from his mother.

- In reality he’s very good looking, but because of his health and lack of hygiene he isn’t aware of this (nor he’d believe it). This is why some people, even when repulsed by this attitude, try to take advantage of him.

- His hair is very curly and thick but this isn’t present now due to the lack of care of his scalp, so they’re more wearied.

- Most probably anaemic.

- Currently in recovery from former LOL player.

- Whales in gacha games if an upcoming character reminds him of PC.

- Very sensitive skin that dries up easily. Someone give him a skincare routine.

- His lips however are very soft.

- Although tiny he’s got pretty broad shoulders.

- Heavy BPD problems he refuses to accept, so he’s got a lot in there to resolve.

- Very slender fingers, almost bony.

#kylar the loner #dol headcanons #dol #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity kylar #dol kylar #what the skibidi #what the toilet

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amethystarachnid · 6 months ago

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Hii! I read your "Christmas morning with Tony" and I think its so cute and funny... I appreciate the time and effort you put into writing for us. I admire your writing style. I'm a huge fan of Tony Stark.😁 Your povs are so great and heart touching.🧡 I'm new so I don't know if you accept requests but can I request for something? No force. You can only make it if you want to... If you can, please make a oneshot of Tony x Fem reader (with age gap) married couple with a cute little toddler daughter and a baby boy, a lovely family. Tony's sass and Y/N's softness. (And how Y/N feels like she is raising 3 kids including Tony) How they deal with Tony's fame and protect the kids. How Y/N feels about all of this. Some slight flirtation, fluff and fun. I'll be so happy if you can make this or if you've already made something like this, can you please suggest that? Sorry for boring you with my long text 😭 I don't even know if you'll reply but it'd be so cool if you did omg... Kudos bestie!

XOXO ❤️

PAPARAZZI

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.6k

ᯓ★ Summary: when you married Tony stark you knew you were leaving your privacy behind, but your kids? oh that' s a whole different story, and Tony will make sure the press knows that

ᯓ★ TW(s): little spicy scenes at the end, nothing too explicit

ᯓ★ omg i was so sure I had posted this story like a few days ago, now I open up my draft and see that it's still here? and there's another story too? omg I'm so sorry for the delay

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The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway pulls you from sleep before the baby monitor even has a chance to crackle. You blink against the soft light filtering through the curtains, trying to shake off the lingering haze of exhaustion. It’s too early—your body knows it, but the Stark household rarely lets you sleep in past sunrise these days.

“Mommy!” Luna’s voice echoes outside the door, high-pitched and insistent.

You nudge Tony, whose warm weight is sprawled beside you. “Your turn,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“Mm-mm,” he grunts, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “I did the midnight shift.”

“That was my shift,” you remind him, though there’s no heat in your voice.

Before he can argue, the door creaks open, and Luna’s curly head pops into view. She’s clutching her stuffed bunny, her chubby cheeks flushed from sleep. “Mommy! Daddy! I awake!”

Tony groans, but he’s already rolling onto his back, cracking one eye open. “Morning, boss,” he greets her, his voice gravelly but amused.

Luna wastes no time climbing onto the bed. She doesn’t crawl to your side, though—her target is clear. She clambers onto Tony’s chest with a determination only a toddler can muster, settling there like she’s claimed her throne.

“Hi, Daddy,” she chirps, grinning down at him.

“Hi, baby girl,” he says, wrapping his hands loosely around her waist to keep her steady. “What’s up?”

She thrusts a crumpled piece of paper at him, one of her many drawings. “S’you!”

Tony takes the paper, squinting at the chaotic mix of lines and colors. “Me? No way. This is way too good to be me.”

“Daddy!” Luna giggles, but the moment of happiness flickers when a faint cry comes through the baby monitor on Tony’s nightstand.

Howard.

You sit up, ready to move, but Luna’s face twists into an immediate pout. “Noooo,” she whines, grabbing Tony’s arm with surprising strength for someone her size. “Daddy stay!”

“Luna,” you say gently, reaching out to brush her curls back from her forehead, “Howard’s awake. He needs Mommy and Daddy too.”

“Nooo!” she insists, eyes welling up with tears as she clings tighter to Tony. “No baby! Daddy stay here!”

Tony shifts her so he can sit up properly, cradling her against his chest as she buries her face in his shirt. His free hand rubs her back, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, hey, none of that. Howard’s not going anywhere. You’re still my number one, okay?”

“Promise?” Her voice is muffled against him.

“Promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But you gotta share me a little, Luna Bean. Teamwork, remember?”

She sniffles, her little body still tense, but she doesn’t argue further.

You glance at Tony, mouthing, I’ll get him, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I got it. You stay here with the queen of the universe.”

“Queen Luna,” you say with a smile, and she peeks out from Tony’s shirt, her pout shifting to the tiniest of grins.

Tony shifts her onto the bed beside you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before he heads toward the nursery. Luna watches him go, her expression still wary.

You wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “What do you think, Luna? Should we make Daddy some coffee while he gets Howard?”

She considers this, then nods. “I help.”

“Of course you do,” you say, tickling her side until she giggles.

Together, you head to the kitchen, Luna’s hand tightly clutching yours.

By the time Tony comes downstairs, Howard in his arms, Luna is standing on her step stool at the counter, proudly stirring a bowl of oatmeal. “Daddy!” she shouts when she sees him, immediately abandoning her spoon to reach for him.

“Hey, Luna Bean,” Tony says, walking over with a grin. He juggles Howard expertly as Luna throws her arms around his legs. “What’s going on in here?”

“I cook!” she announces, pointing to the oatmeal like it’s a Michelin-starred masterpiece.

“You’re amazing,” he tells her, and she practically glows under his praise.

Howard squirms in his arms, letting out a little coo, and Luna’s face falls slightly. She tugs on Tony’s pant leg again. “Daddy, me up!”

Tony glances at you, then back at Luna. “Sweetheart, I’m holding Howard right now. But maybe after breakfast—”

“No! Me!” Her lower lip juts out, and you can see the storm coming before it hits.

“Luna,” you say, crouching down beside her, “Daddy can’t hold both of you at the same time. But maybe you can sit next to him while he feeds Howard, huh? You can be his helper.”

She scowls at first, but the word “helper” seems to sway her. “Helper?”

“Big helper,” Tony agrees, setting Howard into his high chair before crouching down to scoop Luna into his arms. “You can be in charge of making sure your little brother doesn’t make a huge mess. Think you’re up for it?”

She nods solemnly, her little face serious as Tony carries her to the table.

Breakfast is its usual chaotic blur. Howard smears oatmeal on his cheeks more than he eats it, Luna spends most of her time “helping” by narrating Howard’s every move, and Tony is caught somewhere between managing both kids and stealing sips of coffee whenever he can.

“Look, Mommy!” Luna calls out at one point, holding up a spoonful of oatmeal that she’s managed to guide toward Howard’s mouth. Most of it dribbles down his bib, but her excitement is infectious.

“You’re such a good big sister,” you tell her, and she beams.

Tony meets your eyes across the table, and you share a smile. It’s exhausting, yes, but these little moments—messy, loud, and chaotic—are what make it all worth it.

For now, Luna seems happy enough, basking in the attention from both of you. But you know the balancing act is far from over.

The idea of going to the park electrifies Luna, who hasn’t stopped chanting “big slide!” from the second she decided on the plan. You’re impressed by her enthusiasm but a little less thrilled by the sheer logistics of getting two kids—and one Tony Stark—out the door in one piece.

“Alright, Bean, grab your shoes,” Tony says as he crouches to tie his sneakers. Luna runs off, only to return moments later with two mismatched shoes in her hands—a sparkly sandal and a rain boot.

You stifle a laugh. “Sweetheart, those don’t match.”

“Is fashion,” Luna insists, holding them out proudly.

Tony leans down to her level, nodding solemnly. “You’re absolutely right. Who am I to argue with haute couture?” He takes the mismatched shoes and looks over his shoulder at you. “You heard the boss. Let’s roll with it.”

“She’s going to look like she dressed herself,” you tease, handing him the diaper bag as you grab Howard from his bassinet.

“She did dress herself,” Tony shoots back, tossing Luna’s bunny into the stroller. “Besides, we’ll make it work. Howard here won’t rat us out.”

Howard, nestled in your arms, lets out a little hiccup, blinking up at you with big eyes that seem to say, You’re doomed, Mom.

The park itself is only a ten-minute drive, but Tony takes longer than usual to circle the area. You know exactly why. His eyes are constantly scanning the streets for cameras or sketchy parked cars.

“Still clear,” he says finally, pulling into the parking lot.

“Relax, Tony,” you murmur. “We’ve been here a million times without any trouble.”

“Yeah, and all it takes is one overpaid idiot with a zoom lens,” he mutters, shutting off the car.

Luna, oblivious to the ongoing Stark-level security measures, kicks her feet excitedly in her car seat. “Go play! Go play!”

Tony hops out and unbuckles her first, letting her bounce to the ground with all the energy of someone who hasn’t had their soul drained by a toddler tantrum at 6 a.m.

“Alright, Bean, ground rules: you stay where Mommy and I can see you, and no wandering off to join a rogue pack of preschoolers, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Luna shouts before taking off toward the jungle gym, leaving Tony standing there with his hands on his hips.

You smirk. “She definitely got her listening skills from you.”

Tony looks at you, feigning offense. “I listen! I’m fantastic at listening. Just ask… anyone but you.”

“Sure you are,” you tease, wheeling Howard’s stroller closer to the bench nearest the playground.

Luna climbs the jungle gym with the fearless determination of a child who doesn’t yet understand the concept of gravity. She zooms down the big slide with wild abandon, screaming, “Daddy, watch!” every single time, as though he hasn’t been staring at her like she’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.

Tony, of course, eats it up. “That’s my girl! Ten out of ten, Bean! Gold medal for sliding!”

You sit nearby with Howard in your lap, who’s happily gnawing on his teething toy. The sight of Tony sprinting to catch Luna at the bottom of the slide—only for her to scramble back up and do it again—makes your chest ache in the best way.

Watching him as a dad is both endearing and exhausting. He’s fully in it, down to the goofy voices and over-the-top reactions, but sometimes it’s like raising a third child. Case in point: the way he almost topples into the sandbox trying to show Luna how to build a “Stark-grade” sandcastle.

“Careful, Tony,” you call, adjusting Howard’s sun hat. “If you break something, I’m not driving you to the ER.”

He glances over his shoulder with a grin. “You kidding? My castle-building technique is flawless.”

After about an hour, Luna runs up to you, her curls wild and cheeks flushed. “Mommy, hungry!”

You smile, brushing some sand off her shirt. “Okay, what do you want? We can eat at home—”

“McD’nald’s!” she interrupts, her eyes lighting up.

Tony perks up immediately. “McDonald’s, huh? The kid’s got taste. Can’t argue with a Happy Meal.”

You give him a look. “You’re going to use her as an excuse to eat fries, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he says, already folding up the stroller.

The McDonald’s trip is pure chaos, as expected. You pull into the parking lot, and Tony insists on ordering at the counter instead of using the drive-thru.

“It’s the full experience,” he says, hoisting Luna onto his hip.

“Or it’s an unnecessary production,” you counter, adjusting Howard in his carrier.

Inside, Luna presses her nose against the glass of the Happy Meal display, pointing at the toys. “That one! I want dat one!”

“Luna, it’s random,” you explain patiently. “They give you whatever toy they have.”

“No, dat one!”

Tony leans down conspiratorially. “Here’s the deal, Bean: if they don’t give you the one you want, we’ll just buy the whole set. Problem solved.”

You gape at him. “Tony.”

“What? She’s three. Let her dream big,” he says with a shrug.

You finally settle in a booth near the window, juggling trays of food, a Happy Meal, and a baby who’s decided he absolutely doesn’t want to stay in his carrier. Luna sits between you and Tony, gleefully dipping her nuggets into ketchup while you try to convince Howard that teething on a fry is not part of his diet.

“This,” Tony says, holding up his Big Mac, “is the pinnacle of American cuisine. Stark-approved.”

“Stop corrupting the children,” you say, stealing one of his fries.

“Too late,” he replies with a grin.

Of course, nothing stays peaceful for long. You notice it first—a flicker of movement outside the window. A guy with a camera, half-hidden behind a parked car.

“Tony,” you murmur, nudging his arm.

He follows your gaze, his jaw tightening when he spots the photographer. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.

“What’s wrong?” Luna asks, looking up from her nuggets.

“Nothing, Bean,” Tony says smoothly, pulling her closer to his side. “Just some grown-ups who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

“Should we leave?” you ask quietly, glancing at the stroller.

Tony shakes his head. “Nope. We’re not running because some idiot wants a payday. Let them snap their pictures. We’ll look fabulous.”

You sigh, but there’s no arguing with him when he’s like this.

Sure enough, more paparazzi show up within minutes, crowding outside the restaurant. You can hear the faint clicks of their cameras even through the glass.

Luna looks out the window, her brow furrowed. “What they doin’, Daddy?”

“They’re taking pictures, sweetheart,” you say gently.

“Why?”

Tony smirks. “Because they think your old man eating a Big Mac is front-page news.”

She frowns. “Dat’s silly.”

“Extremely,” Tony agrees, popping a fry into his mouth.

Despite the commotion outside, you manage to finish your meal, though you can’t help feeling a little on edge. You glance at Tony, who’s completely unbothered, making silly faces at Howard while Luna plays with her Happy Meal toy.

“You’re taking this remarkably well,” you say, folding up the wrappers.

He shrugs. “Let them have their fun. The world deserves to see me rocking dad mode. Besides, they’ll leave once they realize we’re not doing anything scandalous.”

“Define ‘scandalous,’” you mutter, eyeing the pile of ketchup-covered napkins Luna has somehow created.

Tony grins. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re good. I’ve got this.”

And as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but believe him—because if there’s one thing Tony Stark knows how to do, it’s handle the chaos of life with a smirk and a perfectly timed quip.

Even if it involves paparazzi documenting his three-year-old’s first Happy Meal.

The drive home from McDonald’s is a symphony of exhaustion and mild sugar highs. Luna, sitting in her car seat, is clutching her Happy Meal toy like it’s the most precious artifact in existence, while Howard is finally dozing off in his carrier, a little line of drool trailing down his chin.

“Mission accomplished,” Tony declares, steering the car with one hand while fiddling with the radio. “One kid happy, one kid asleep. I’m officially a superhero again.”

You shoot him a look, cradling Howard’s head to keep it from bobbing too much as the car bumps along. “Sure, Iron Dad. Tell that to Luna when she refuses to nap.”

At the mention of napping, Luna perks up immediately. “No nap!” she declares, her voice loud enough to make Howard stir.

Tony glances at her in the rearview mirror. “Whoa, Bean, keep it down. You’ll wake up your brother.”

“No nap!” she repeats, kicking her feet for emphasis.

You sigh, already anticipating the battle ahead. “Luna, everyone needs a little quiet time after a big day. Even Daddy.”

Tony raises an eyebrow at you. “Speak for yourself. I thrive on chaos.”

“Clearly,” you mutter, watching as Luna crosses her arms, her pout deepening.

When you get home, it’s a delicate operation to get both kids out of the car without waking Howard or setting Luna off on a full-blown tantrum. You manage to carry Howard inside, still asleep, while Tony coaxes Luna through the door with the promise of reading her favorite bedtime story—twice.

You head upstairs to settle Howard in his crib, marveling at how peaceful he looks when he’s asleep. It’s a stark contrast to the hurricane of teething pains and babbling that he usually is during the day.

By the time you come back downstairs, Tony’s on the couch, flipping through one of Luna’s storybooks while she sits cross-legged beside him, stubbornly refusing to lie down.

“Alright, Luna Bean,” he says, pretending to squint at the book like it’s the most complicated thing he’s ever read. “Once upon a time, there was a little bunny who—”

“No bunny!” Luna interrupts, pointing at the book. “Princess one!”

Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Princess again? What about the bunny? The bunny’s got dreams too, you know.”

You can’t help but laugh as you join them, sitting on Luna’s other side. “Princess it is, Tony. You’ve been outvoted.”

It takes two princess stories, a glass of water, and a very firm “no” to her demand for a third book before Luna finally concedes to lying down in her toddler bed. You sit with her, rubbing her back softly as she murmurs something about her Happy Meal toy and the “big slide.”

Tony leans against the doorframe, watching you with a smile that softens the sharp edges of his usual sarcasm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that look,” you whisper once Luna’s breathing evens out and you join him by the door.

“What look?” he whispers back, feigning innocence as you head down the stairs together.

“The one where you think you’re the luckiest man alive,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Well, I am,” he says, not missing a beat.

Back in the living room, the house is finally quiet. Howard’s asleep upstairs, Luna’s out like a light, and the chaos of the morning has melted into the calm of the afternoon.

Tony collapses onto the couch with a groan, pulling you down beside him. “Finally. Alone time with my favorite person.”

“Aw, thanks,” you say, leaning into his side. “Though I’m not sure you’ve earned it after hyping Luna up all morning.”

“Hey, I was just fueling her creativity,” he says, draping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s good parenting, right?”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. For a few blissful moments, it’s just the two of you—no demands, no tantrums, no distractions.

And then your phone buzzes.

The sharp vibration pulls you out of the moment, and you glance at the screen, frowning when you see the notification. Tony’s phone buzzes a second later, and he groans.

“Who’s bothering us now?” he mutters, grabbing his phone.

You open the notification, your heart sinking as you see the headline: “Starks Spotted at McDonald’s with Rare Family Sighting—First Photos of Their Kids!”

Your stomach twists as you click the link. Sure enough, there are the photos—taken through the window of the restaurant, clearly showing you, Tony, Luna, and even Howard in his carrier.

Tony’s jaw tightens beside you as he scrolls through the same article. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.

Your hand shakes as you set your phone down. “They weren’t supposed to—”

“I know,” Tony interrupts, his tone sharp. “I know, sweetheart. We were careful. Those bastards must’ve had some insane zoom lenses.”

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. You and Tony had been so adamant about keeping the kids out of the public eye, wanting them to have as normal a childhood as possible. Now, their faces are plastered all over the internet for anyone to see.

“They’re just babies,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

Tony pulls you closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Hey, hey. We’ll handle this, okay? We always do.”

For a while, neither of you says anything. Tony’s hand never leaves your back, and you focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing to keep yourself grounded.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll call the lawyers in the morning. Get those pictures taken down. I’ll throw every cent I have at it if I have to.”

You nod, though you know it’s not that simple. The photos are already out there, circulating on social media and gossip sites.

“Do you think they’ll ever have privacy?” you ask quietly, looking up at him.

Tony’s face softens, his usual bravado giving way to something raw and vulnerable. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure they do,” he says. “They didn’t ask for this. They deserve to just be kids.”

The rest of the evening passes in a haze. You and Tony go through the motions—dinner, tidying up, checking on the kids—while the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.

Later, as you lie in bed together, Tony wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nod, burying your face in his chest. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, there’s a small comfort in knowing that whatever happens, you’ll face it together.

The next morning, the house feels emptier without Tony’s usual presence.

It’s not that he’s never at work—he still runs a billion-dollar company, after all—but ever since Luna was born, Tony’s made it a point to work from home as often as possible. He has an entire high-tech office two floors below, but more often than not, he sets up camp at the kitchen counter or sprawls out on the living room floor with his laptop, Howard napping beside him and Luna sticking stickers on his arms.

Today, though, he had an in-person meeting that “absolutely required his presence,” which you both knew was business-speak for some rich guy wants to see Tony Stark in the flesh to feel important.

So here you are, juggling Luna’s boundless energy and Howard’s never-ending need for attention, all while attempting to get at least a little work done.

Luna sits on the floor next to the couch, meticulously lining up her stuffed animals in some kind of toddler government meeting. “Bunny sit here,” she mumbles to herself. “Bear go there.”

Howard, meanwhile, is in his bouncer, happily gurgling as he kicks his feet.

You take a sip of coffee and glance at your laptop screen. Emails. Reports. A reminder that you still have to reschedule a meeting from last week. All things you should be focusing on, but it’s hard when your three-year-old is currently reprimanding a stuffed giraffe for not listening.

“Luna, sweetheart, do you want to watch something while Mommy works?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

She gasps dramatically. “Movie!”

“Okay, okay. But something calm,” you warn.

You put on a gentle animated movie, the kind with soft colors and soothing music, hoping it’ll buy you some time. It works for a little while—Luna is curled up with her bunny, and Howard is kicking happily—but then, just as you’re about to type out an important email, the TV screen suddenly changes.

You blink. That’s not the movie. That’s… a live news broadcast.

And right in the middle of the screen is Tony.

At first, you think it’s a business-related conference, maybe something about Stark Industries’ latest project. But the second you see his expression—hard, angry, and completely pissed off—you know this isn’t about work.

He’s standing at a podium, his signature sunglasses pushed up onto his head, one hand gripping the edge of the lectern like he’s physically restraining himself from flipping the whole thing over. Cameras are flashing wildly, reporters jostling for position, but Tony’s voice cuts through the chaos as he speaks.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had your coffee and enjoyed whatever invasive gossip you got paid to publish today.”

Your mouth falls open.

Luna, meanwhile, claps. “Daddy on TV!”

Howard, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, lets out a happy gurgle.

Tony continues, his voice firm. “I wasn’t planning on standing here today, but since some of you have absolutely no boundaries, I figured it was time for a little heart-to-heart. Or, as I like to call it, a public shaming.”

The reporters stir, their murmurs audible even through the broadcast.

“I get it,” Tony says, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m Tony Stark. I’ve done some questionable shit. You’ve followed me through every headline-worthy disaster, and I’ve played along. But my kids? My wife? That’s where I draw the line.”

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding. He didn’t tell you he was going to do this.

“I didn’t ask to have my daughter’s face plastered all over the internet because some idiot with a camera thought a trip to McDonald’s was breaking news,” Tony continues, his voice sharp with barely controlled anger. “She’s three years old. She doesn’t even know what privacy is yet, and now thanks to you, she has less of it than most adults.”

The camera pans to the crowd of reporters, some shifting uncomfortably under his glare.

“I’ve spent decades dealing with the press. I know how this game works. But let me make something very clear—my kids are off-limits. They’re not public figures. They didn’t sign up for this. And if I catch anyone else pulling that same stunt again, I will find out who you are, and I will make sure you regret it. Legally. Or financially. Or, I don’t know, maybe I’ll get creative.”

You can practically hear Pepper groaning somewhere in the distance.

The murmurs among the reporters grow louder, but Tony isn’t done. He leans in slightly, his expression dark. “I am not above buying out entire media companies just to fire the people responsible.”

You choke on your coffee.

Luna laughs. “Daddy funny.”

Tony exhales sharply, straightening. “So, here’s the deal. Leave my family alone. Act like human beings. And maybe, just maybe, we can all move on with our lives.”

With that, he steps back, yanks off the microphone, and walks away from the podium, ignoring the shouted questions and flashing cameras.

The news anchors are stunned into silence for a moment before they start analyzing everything he just said, but you don’t hear any of it.

Because all you can do is stare at the screen, your heart full and your hands shaking.

By the time Tony gets home, you’re already waiting for him at the front door.

He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug.

“Whoa, okay,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Did I miss something? Did Luna start speaking fluent French while I was gone?”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining. “You did that for us.”

Tony blinks. “Uh, yeah? Of course I did.”

You shake your head, overwhelmed. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“Well, I figured if I did, you’d tell me to calm down and ‘handle it diplomatically’ or whatever.” He smirks, but it softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I meant every word, sweetheart. They don’t get to do this to our kids.”

Your throat tightens as you cup his face. “Thank you.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”

A loud thump interrupts the moment, followed by Luna’s voice from the living room. “Daddy home?!”

Tony grins, pulling away and turning toward the noise. “That’s my cue.”

As soon as Luna spots him, she launches herself at him, and he catches her with ease, spinning her in the air.

“Didja see me on TV, Bean?” he asks, grinning.

“Yeah! You say bad words!”

Tony gasps dramatically. “I absolutely did not. Those were strongly worded suggestions.”

Luna giggles, and you laugh, watching them with your heart full.

Howard, still in his bouncer, lets out a sleepy coo, and Tony turns toward him with a smirk. “Don’t worry, little man. Daddy defended your honor too.”

You shake your head fondly. “So what happens now?”

Tony sighs, bouncing Luna on his hip. “Now? The lawyers do their thing, the press goes nuts for a few days, and then some other scandal distracts them.”

You nod, still holding onto him. “And us?”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We do what we always do—take care of our little circus. Together.”

And just like that, despite everything, the world feels a little more right again.

The house is finally quiet.

It took two bedtime stories, a glass of water, a very dramatic protest from Luna about how she wasn’t tired (even though she was literally falling asleep mid-sentence), and Howard fighting sleep like it was his mortal enemy, but at last—at last—both kids are down.

And that means you finally get a moment to yourselves.

It had been too long since you and Tony had time for just you two, without interruptions or exhaustion taking over the second your heads hit the pillow. So when Tony pulled you into him the second you closed the door to your bedroom, his hands warm and greedy against your waist, it didn’t take much for things to escalate.

It wasn’t just need—it was relief. Relief that despite everything, despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours, you still had this. You still had him. And he still had you.

Now, you’re both sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other, skin warm and flushed, your bodies still humming from the aftershocks of finally having time to reconnect.

Tony lies back against the pillows, shirtless, only wearing his pajama pants. His arm is draped behind his head, and his other hand lazily trails over your back as you sit up, reaching for the silk pajama set you’d left on the edge of the bed.

“You know, you don’t have to put that on,” Tony murmurs, voice heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

You scoff, slipping the silk top over your arms. “I do, actually. Because unlike someone, I remember that we have a very curious three-year-old who has no concept of knocking.”

Tony groans dramatically, running a hand over his face. “Right. Luna the Unstoppable.”

You laugh softly, buttoning up the top before pulling on the matching shorts. “Exactly. And I’d rather not traumatize her for life, thank you very much.”

Tony watches you with lazy admiration, his eyes trailing over your figure. Even after all these years, the way he looks at you still makes your skin feel warm.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes fondly but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re just saying that because we just had sex.”

Tony smirks, reaching for your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed beside him. “Nah, I say that all the time. You’re the one who only believes me when you’re half-naked.”

You swat his chest playfully, but before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. Then again. Then again.

Tony groans, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand. “Ugh. If this is some corporate nonsense, I’m quitting my own company.”

But when he unlocks the screen, both of you freeze.

Because his phone is absolutely blowing up.

Notifications flood the screen—texts, missed calls, Twitter mentions, news alerts, emails. Your own phone, still on the dresser, starts buzzing too.

“What the hell…” Tony mutters, sitting up.

You grab your own phone and check the notifications. The first thing you see is a trending topic:

#TonyStarkWasRight

Your breath catches as you click on it, scrolling through the tweets.

“For once, I actually agree with Tony Stark. Paparazzi need to leave celebrity kids alone. Period.”

“Tony Stark threatening to buy entire media companies just to fire people?? Iconic behavior. A legend.”

“This shouldn’t even be up for debate. Kids deserve privacy. No matter who their parents are. #TonyStarkWasRight”

Your mouth falls open as you keep scrolling. It’s not just regular people supporting him—celebrities, influencers, and even massive companies are weighing in.

One post from a major media company stands out:

“Following recent events, we will be revising our policies on publishing unauthorized photos of celebrity children. Privacy matters. #RespectBoundaries”

You turn to Tony, eyes wide. “Tony… people agree with you.”

He blinks, still processing as he scrolls through his own feed. “Huh.”

“Huh?” you echo. “That’s all you have to say?”

Tony smirks, throwing his phone onto the bed and stretching lazily. “I mean, of course they agree with me. I’m always right.”

You swat his arm. “Tony, I’m serious! I thought this would be a mess—like, lawsuits and debates and public backlash—but people are actually supporting us.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer until you’re curled up against his side. “Sweetheart, I’ve been a PR nightmare since the ‘90s. People are just used to me stirring up trouble. The difference is, this time, I was actually right.”

You shake your head in disbelief, still scrolling through the endless support pouring in online. “I can’t believe it. Even big companies are changing their policies. You—Tony Stark—actually made people rethink media ethics.”

Tony grins smugly. “I am pretty influential.”

You snort. “Oh, please.”

But beneath the usual Stark-level ego, you can tell he’s genuinely touched. You know he didn’t do this for clout—he did it for Luna. For Howard. For you. And seeing the world actually agree with him, rather than fight back or twist his words, means more than he’ll admit.

Tony presses a kiss to your temple, his voice softer now. “I told you, sweetheart. I’ll always protect my family. No matter what.”

You nuzzle into his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin. “I know.”

For a while, neither of you say anything, just lying there in the quiet glow of your phones still lighting up with notifications.

Then Tony sighs dramatically. “You know what this means, right?”

You glance up at him. “What?”

He smirks. “Now I definitely have to buy a media company. Just to prove a point.”

You groan, laughing as you swat his arm again. “Tony, no.”

“Tony, yes.”

“Tony, we have two kids to raise.”

“Even more reason! I need to make sure their first headlines are, like, ‘genius billionaire heir builds rocket before kindergarten’, not ‘celebrity baby caught eating crayons.’”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me.”

You sigh dramatically, snuggling into him. “Unfortunately.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lucky me.”

Tony stretches beneath you, arms lazily folding behind his head, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. His bare chest is still warm from your body, his muscles relaxed, but there’s an undeniable glint in his eyes—the kind of look that tells you he’s not done with you yet.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I still got it.”

You scoff, propping yourself up on his chest, your fingers tracing over his arc reactor. “That’s what you’re focusing on right now?”

“Uh, yeah?” Tony gestures at himself. “Did you see that performance? That was vintage Stark—no enhancements, no extra tech, just pure skill.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back a laugh. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” he murmurs, flipping you onto your back with ease, hovering over you now, “you love it.”

Your breath hitches as he leans down, his mouth trailing teasingly along your jaw. His hands slide down your sides, slow, deliberate, and you know exactly where this is going.

“Tony,” you whisper, already feeling the heat rise between you again.

He grins against your skin, his voice low and full of mischief. “Round two?”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you’re already pulling him closer. “You are insatiable.”

“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to maintain,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

You sigh, sinking into him, ready to lose yourself in him all over again—

—and then, of course, because your life is chaos, Howard wails.

Tony freezes above you, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Oh, come on!”

You groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Your son needs you, Mr. ‘Still Got It.’”

Tony sighs dramatically, rolling off of you and throwing an arm over his face. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own offspring.”

You swat at his chest, already reaching for your silk robe. “He’s six months old, Tony. He doesn’t know he just ruined your big moment.”

Tony mutters something under his breath about babies having “terrible timing,” but he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair as you go to settle Howard.

It doesn’t take long—he just needed a bottle and a little comforting. Within minutes, he’s calm again, safely back in his crib, tiny fists curling against his chest.

You tiptoe back into your room, shaking your head as you see Tony sprawled out dramatically on the bed, looking like a man who has suffered the greatest injustice.

“Really?” you tease, slipping under the sheets beside him. “You’re pouting?”

Tony huffs. “I was in the zone. I was about to give you the full experience.”

You laugh softly, nuzzling into him. “We live with a toddler and a baby, Tony. This is the full experience.”

He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, we’re never gonna be alone again, are we?”

You shake your head. “Not for, like… another eighteen years.”

Tony groans. “Fantastic.”

But despite his words, he still rolls over and pulls you against him, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his hands already wandering again.

You close your eyes, smiling, sinking into the warmth of him—

—and then the bedroom door creaks open.

Both of you go completely still.

A tiny sniffle breaks the silence.

“Mommy?”

You and Tony exchange a look.

Luna stands in the doorway, clutching her bunny, her little face scrunched up in distress.

You sit up immediately, pulling the covers up higher, your heart already melting at the sight of her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She sniffles again, rubbing her eyes. “Bad d’weam.”

Tony groans quietly beside you, muttering, “You have got to be kidding me.”

Luna takes a few slow steps toward the bed, her bottom lip wobbling. “Can sleep wif you?”

You’re about to say yes—because of course you are—but Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillows.

“Luna, baby, listen,” he says, rubbing his temples. “You’re three now. You’re a big girl. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own room like a big kid?”

Luna frowns, considering it for about two seconds before she shakes her head. “Nope.”

Tony groans. “Figures.”

You bite back a laugh, watching him struggle. He wants to say no—he should say no—but you already know he’s not going to.

And sure enough, the second Luna takes another sniffly step closer, looking tiny in the dim glow of the nightlight, Tony’s whole demeanor softens.

“Oh, come here, you little con artist,” he mutters, sitting up and holding his arms out.

Luna immediately scrambles onto the bed, crawling straight into his lap and curling up against his chest.

You smile as Tony sighs dramatically, running a hand through her messy curls. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbles. “I used to be Iron Man. Now I’m a glorified stuffed animal.”

Luna lets out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling into him. “You soft, Daddy.”

Tony blinks, mouth opening and closing. “I—what? No! I am not soft.”

You smirk, settling back into the pillows. “Oh, you so are.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat behind it.

Luna yawns, already dozing off in his arms, and Tony lets out another resigned sigh. “This kid’s got me wrapped around her tiny little fingers,” he mutters.

You smile, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “She loves you.”

He exhales, his features softening as he looks down at the little girl nestled into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her curls. “I love her too.”

Luna shifts slightly, her tiny hands gripping Tony’s shirt as she sighs in her sleep.

You watch them for a moment, warmth spreading through your chest.

Tony catches you staring and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing. Just… I love you.”

He smirks, shifting so that Luna is curled between the two of you. “Yeah, yeah. I still got it, huh?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Go to sleep, Tony.”

He grins, tucking Luna in a little closer.

And despite his earlier complaints, despite the interruptions, despite the lack of alone time—

You’ve never seen him happier.

maybe a part 2 with them trying for another kid and make it rom-com like the end of this part?

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slt4kavanagh · 2 months ago

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Sorry but can you write a fic about Katie having a close friendship with the boys and girls especially Joey and Aofie who are protective of her , cs yk how in the actual book series it isn't shown much and I just need a fic about them, I've read a few of your fics and they're AMAZING but I've only seen fics of the boys so if you don't write about the girl characters, its okay

wholesome headcanons

pairing: katie wilmot x bot characters

tw: none

a/n: i love women and i love katie. (been a week since i last posted mb guys i’ve had finals and winter sickness finally hit and if it seems like i had no direction in this it’s cause i loved the idea but i had no idea how to word it so i did headcanons instead)

masterlist !

ᯓ★ joey and katie have this easy, sibling-like dynamic. he teases the hell out of her, calls her “kitty kat” in the most obnoxious tone possible, but the second someone else tries it? nah. it’s on sight. only he gets to wind her up like that.

ᯓ★ aoife is her day-one. the kind of best friend who knows katie’s moods just by how she walks into a room. she’s loud and blunt and drags katie into life when she’s too quiet, but never pushes too far. they share snacks, clothes, eye rolls across classrooms. a proper girlhood kind of love.

ᯓ★ joey once saw a lad trying to flirt with katie in the smoking area and without even thinking twice, pulled her into a hug and said “sorry mate, she’s taken — by my patience.” she nearly died laughing, but appreciated the rescue.

ᯓ★ hughie’s mates — specifically johnny, gibsie, and feely — don’t treat katie like a mascot. they treat her like one of them. johnny always offers her his jacket if they’re walking home late, and gibsie insists she sit in the middle seat during group lifts so she doesn’t get squashed.

ᯓ★ aoife and katie have matching bracelets they made one afternoon in a haze of nostalgia. aoife wears hers religiously. katie pretends not to be sentimental about it but would full-on cry if she lost it.

ᯓ★ joey and katie have this unspoken rule where if either of them texts “pub?” the other shows up, no questions asked. even if they just sit in silence or rant for hours, it’s always safe between them.

ᯓ★ during a particularly shit week for katie, the group surprised her with a night in — aoife brought sweets, joey brought dvds, johnny brought a borrowed blanket from his mam’s house. they didn’t say anything dramatic, just sat around her until she felt okay again.

ᯓ★ aoife once decked a girl at a party for talking bad about katie behind her back. no hesitation. katie didn’t even know until days later when she overheard someone whisper, “don’t fuck with red, she’s got that molloy girl in her corner.”

ᯓ★ katie’s the quiet heart of the group. the one who remembers birthdays, notices when someone’s off, and checks in later with a simple “you alright?” that somehow always hits harder than a whole lecture.

ᯓ★ when katie finally starts standing up for herself more — speaking louder, laughing bigger — joey gets weirdly emotional about it. “look at you,” he teases, voice soft. “fuckin’ powerhouse.”

ᯓ★ aoife is always the first to clock when something’s off with katie, especially when it comes to hughie. she doesn’t pry, but she’ll wordlessly drag her out of the house and feed her curly fries until katie feels like herself again.

ᯓ★ casey is the one who actually listens to katie. like listens. when she says something about feeling small or invisible, casey’s the one who cuts through the noise and reminds her she’s the backbone of their whole group. no katie? no glue.

ᯓ★ katie and podge have a surprisingly gentle friendship. he’s a goof around most people, but with her, he’s calm, a bit older-brotherish. always carries extra tissues in case her anxiety gets bad. never mentions it, just quietly hands them over.

ᯓ★ joey has threatened hughie exactly three times. once with a stare, once with a warning, and once with a flat-out “if you fuck this up, i swear to god.” katie doesn’t know about the last one. hughie never mentioned it.

ᯓ★ deep down, alec’s got a soft spot for katie. she helped him study once — and by helped, she just sat beside him in the library while he muttered about exams — and now he acts like she saved his life.

ᯓ★ casey once told katie, “you’re allowed to want more,” in the middle of a group hangout. it stuck with her way longer than she let on, especially during the rough patches with hughie.

ᯓ★ when katie and hughie fight, she doesn’t usually tell the others. but aoife always knows. “your texts go dead quiet,” she says. “plus hughie gets weird like he’s trying to prove he’s fine.”

ᯓ★ the girls have sleepovers at aoife’s house where they do facemasks and talk about boys and pretend everything’s chill. it’s the only time katie lets herself admit how much she overthinks things — how hard it is to feel like “enough” for someone.

ᯓ★ joey always offers his shoulder when katie needs it. even when she doesn’t ask. even if she’s dating someone else. “you don’t owe anyone sunshine, katie,” he tells her once. “but you deserve to keep some for yourself.”

ᯓ★ podge once tried to set katie up with someone after a rough patch with hughie. it didn’t go anywhere, but it made her laugh — and she really needed that laugh.

ᯓ★ the boys have a code between them — if katie’s upset, they don’t make fun of her. they switch into big-brother mode without a word, and suddenly everyone’s quieter, gentler, less annoying. it’s automatic.

ᯓ★ aoife’s fiercely protective of katie’s softness. she’s the one who says, “you’re not weak for loving him — you’re strong for not letting it turn you cold.”

ᯓ★ hughie’s never had to be loud about love — he just does. when katie’s at his house, her tea is always exactly how she likes it. her playlist’s already on. her favorite crisps are in the drawer. he’s not showy; he just notices.

ᯓ★ he doesn’t say much in groups — especially not around the bcs kids — but katie never feels like an outsider when she’s with him. he always sits close, always leans in when she talks. like the rest of the room fades out a little.

ᯓ★ he’s so good to her without even realising how deeply it lands. if she skips lunch, he splits his sandwich in half without comment. if she’s quiet, he doesn’t ask why — he just reaches over and laces their fingers.

ᯓ★ he’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll hand her a hoodie before she asks. who’ll open his bag and have a cereal bar she likes without mentioning he packed it on purpose. who walks her to class without even thinking about it.

ᯓ★ katie’s never talked about her relationship with food, not out loud. but hughie’s clocked it. and he never pushes — just quietly makes sure there’s always a plate for her, always makes eating feel normal, never a big deal. just “here, eat this.”

ᯓ★ he never makes her feel like she has to perform for him. no makeup? hair messy? pale as paper? he still looks at her like she’s the calmest part of his world. because she is.

ᯓ★ he does love her. he does. he just doesn’t love her the way he loves lizzie. and maybe that’s what messes him up most — because he wants to. he wants to be enough for katie the way she’s enough for him.

ᯓ★ sometimes, after a day with lizzie, he comes back quieter. more distant. but he always holds katie’s hand like he’s sorry, even if he doesn’t know what for.

ᯓ★ he tells her she’s beautiful more through action than words. wipes smudges from her cheeks. tucks her hair behind her ears. zips up her coat when she forgets.

ᯓ★ when she has bad days — the ones where she doesn’t want to be seen — he doesn’t force her out of them. he just holds her hand under the table, gives her space to breathe, lets her come back in her own time.

ᯓ★ lizzie is the storm in his life — sharp, electric, all-consuming. katie is the softness he doesn’t think he deserves. and maybe that’s the problem: he doesn’t think he’s worthy of the good things, so he keeps breaking them.

ᯓ★ his mates at tommen don’t really get how much he cares about katie. because he’s quiet about it. because it’s not the kind of love that shouts — it’s the kind that waits. the kind that hopes.

ᯓ★ but even if he’s in love with someone else, when katie smiles at him like he’s the only boy in the room, he feels it in his ribs. it aches. it aches.

ᯓ★ he never says “i love you” first. but when she says it, he always kisses her knuckles after. it’s the only way he knows how to say it back without lying.

#boys of tommen #katie wilmot #feeling 12 #trusting 12 #chloe walsh #slt4kavanagh

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✩࿐ DELTARUNE SPECIFIC MATCHUP COMMISSIONS - PART 1

Basics: I’m Meri! Female. 5’6”-ish. Pathetically pale. Long brown curly hair- very soft, very bouncy, very thick, like a sheep! Built like a stick and physically weak. Big brown eyes. Personality: (idk if you like zodiac or if it helps you at all either, but i’m a Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising?) I’m generally a very quiet and reserved person, especially during first impressions! I’m kind of a shy and anxious lurking shadow who assumes the worst until I get a good enough feel of a person, you know? Then I'm comfortable popping in! I tend to gravitate towards being "Designated Mom Friend" or "Big Sister Friend?" I love being able to make others feel better about themselves or to help them out. Maybe it’s because of some rough stuff in my past, but I never want anyone to feel similar to the ways I have. If you hurt someone I care about, I am never going like you. But if you hurt me? Eh..it’s not really new? I’m kind of…soft? I cry very easily, be it happy or sad, and its really frustrating-like a Ghibli character. Growing a backbone is a work in progress, and sometimes I worry I come off too harsh or mean when I actually use it. A friend once described me like glass; it’s fragile, but a broken piece can still really mess you up, you know? Glass-ness aside, my sense of humor is honestly very dry and sarcastic and you probably wouldn’t expect it out of me! I can get kind of angry over petty things and sort of clingy, but I’ll be fine after some time to let it all pass. I have some really gross depression bouts and lots of anxiety disorders that I do my best to juggle, but, sometimes I just have to shut down for a bit and sleep. Style: …comfortable? Grandma-chic? I just really like big, oversized sweaters and cardigans and anything that makes me feel comfy and snug. Likes: animals! cute knickknacks! taking naps, probably too many naps! binging things and going down weird rabbit holes! yokai/cryptids/mythical creatures! stereotypical villain characters! robots! Hobbies: videogames (I’ll try anything really but I’m bad at FPS)! drawing and writing but not sharing most of those with anyone! tarot reading! sewing and knitting! doing dramatic readings of things for my friends! Dislikes: warm weather/humidity. crowds. loud noises. retail HAHA love my job. sleep paralysis which yes I have also haha. My Love Languages are Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service, and I’m happy receiving any of them??? I think that’s all I’ve got uhhhh if you need more to work with let me know!!!

Matchups for : @merinomeri . Thank you so much for commissioning me! Commissions are currently unavailable, though this was very fun to work on <3

Hi !! This is the first part of a long commission post..Meri, thank you so much for commissioning me, again! It was a pleasure working with you, and I hope you're satisfied with what you got ^_^

Tenna

★ It's really no surprise that Tenna would fall for you; you're kind and patient with him when he needs someone to ground him during his outbursts, you’ve listened to him rant about his past and the relationships and connections he’s lost countless times, you always, always tune in to his show, literally and metaphorically. You’re somebody he can count on and he makes sure to be just the same for you. Even if at first he wasn’t sure how a friendship with you would’ve turned out, since you could be considered opposites! But here you are now, in a happy relationship.

�� Tenna considers you gorgeous, literally a star in the sky, and he never fails to remind you even just once a day. He says it during small talk after work, as you two share a drink before heading to his house for a while, or while you step inside of it and he purposefully lets you in first so he can stop at the entrance and dramatically point out your beauty. He says it during break, just as he’s about to leave to be on stage again. He also reminds it to you with little gestures; he thinks your hair is beautiful, therefore he’ll absentmindedly play with it as you sit beside him or on his lap, perhaps as you work on a personal project -which he will curiously ask about-. He will tell you he could stare into your eyes all day, which you’ll joke about being creepy.

★ He doesn’t mind how emotional you can get; he’s got his moods too, really, so it’s only fair that he supports you in yours. Although he’ll admit that he doesn’t enjoy seeing you cry, as it makes him emotional as well, so that might hinder his ability to comfort you. If you’re upset, it also becomes everyone’s problem somehow, thanks to him! …Until you have various talks where you reassure him that all you need is his presence and some comforting words.

★ He reassures you often that, if you’re feeling down, you can absolutely use his private room at the studio as a napping room. He knows you just need a nap to recharge sometimes, so he doesn’t mind at all! He might even have somebody bring a warm drink to you at some point while he’s on stage, if you’d like that.

★ He’s also often worried about your sleep paralysis, and is definitely willing to wake you and hold you as you calm down if he manages to notice what’s going on. He’s got quite the disturbed sleep too, actually, so if you need to stay up afterwards he’s got no problem putting on a nice and chill program and letting you watch his screen until you fall back asleep comfortably.

★ While you rely heavily on sarcasm, Tenna’s humor is more straight-forward and…well, how else to say it, he really loves puns! So he might not get it for a second if you throw a joke at him sometimes, before apologizing for taking it to heart and having a good laugh about it with you. He also loves making his name puns into little nicknames for you, a very cute habit!

★ Clinginess isn’t an issue for Tenna at all! In fact, he appreciates that you want to be close to him…either physically or not, and it somehow also reassures him that you’re not going to leave like many have done. He’s also a total gentleman when it comes to you, I’m talking ridiculously gentleman-ly: will absolutely lay his jacket over a puddle so you can walk over it without dirtying your shoes. Alright, maybe I’m just kidding on that one…but he would if it wasn’t a bit silly! He still likes showing that he cares by doing things in your stead the most, and by surprising you with small acts of service like a breakfast in bed if you spend the night in the Dark World with him.

★ I also see him as a knick knack lover, honestly, and it would be cute for both of you to be that way! His private spaces -office, dressing room, house- are filled with little, seemingly useless things that you’ve either gifted him or that he collected himself over the years. Hell, he even keeps his own merch on his desk! Of course he would treasure something gifted by you!

★ Tenna takes interest in things you enjoy doing or learning about in general; you like mythical creatures? He’ll sit you down and air a program about exactly those just for you. You’re a video game lover? He’s letting you test out the ones he makes as challenges before anyone else can. You’re a creative person who loves art? He’s willing to be your muse (take him up on that offer…and share what you make with him, it’ll send him over the Dark World moon to know that he was an inspiration for you AND he’s one of the few allowed to see the product). Also, nobody on the crew is allowed to question the new knitted accessory sitting next to his TV pin on his jacket.

★ I wanted to mention your love for dramatic readings separately, because I think he would have an absolute blast doing those with you! It actually ranges from those to testing out jokes delivery and lines before his on-air shows, you’re his trusted companion when it comes to that and it always makes the job at least ten times more fun!

★ All in all, your relationship with Tenna is one that has its highs and lows, like each relationship after all, but it also prompts you to be more ‘out there’ thanks to his often flashy behaviour. You present yourself more confidently, and his softer side is bound to come out at least whenever it comes to you, his loyal partner.

Big Shot Spamton

★ Being in a relationship with a younger Spamton is surely an experience: don’t expect it to be anything other than a slowburn-like story that you desperately want the author to move forwards with! He’s a busy, busy man who’s constantly after fame and recognition, so this might mean he’s going to be less physically present, and as you’re just getting acquainted to each other still, he might even not be the nicest, but at the end of the day he can’t resist your sweetness.

★ Some might even call themselves surprised after witnessing how differently he acts around you: his boasting is nothing new, really…but him placing a hand on the small of your back ever so often? Glaring at anyone daring to even just look your way…it’s painfully obvious that he’s into you, and soon, he officially begins asking you on (quite memorable) dates, only to move on to actually asking if you want to be his!

★ Spamton never really loses the habit of taking you on luxurious dates; even if you prefer cozier ones, he really wants to impress you by bringing you to the most praised restaurants, or by surprising you with short trips with gifts handpicked by him included. It flatters you, he actually acts like a gentleman, and you get to wear your cutest outfits, so can you really complain? Although he admits that staying in is nice sometimes, and so is having a little more modest dates where you can flaunt your pretty, snug clothes.

★ To touch on a different, more personal topic, Spamton is quite good at pep talks, surprisingly. He hates seeing you sad, he knows you are capable and a good person, so if you need a wake up call he’s totally your man. He’s not really one to tenderly compliment you, he’d rather do it matter-of-factly and act like what he’s saying is an indisputable truth -which it is-. He will also show you off to business partners, superiors, individuals he considers friends…to anyone, really. Knowing that he’s that confident when it comes to you really just makes your own confidence higher!

★ The first times you cry over something that he deems a bit silly, he’s taken aback. As time passes, however, he’s 100% there to hold you through it- in a private place, of course. Not that there’s anything wrong with public affections, it’s just that he’s quite the reserved guy on these matters most of the time, and this way he can comfort you better. Speaking of comfort, he’s somewhat hyper-aware while sleeping, so it’s easy to notice if you’re struggling in your sleep. A quick nudge later, he’ll pull you against his chest, reminding you that he’s going to be there no matter what.

★ I will say that Spamton also really appreciates your sense of humor! He loves when he teases you or throws a sassy remark your way and you tease back; it makes for a fun dynamic that sometimes others don’t really expect, and he takes pride in it.

★ Something cute about Spamton? He likes drawing. Be it doodling or actually painting, it’s his little secret hobby that brings him so much joy…so he’s happy to share this with you. Very eloquent when it comes to complimenting your art, it’s like he suddenly turns into a critic! His style might be more on the simpler side, but he’s got interesting concepts that he portrays in his art. Compliment him back and he will puff out his chest for sure!

★ He also appreciates your interest towards weird things! He’s usually more focused on more down-to-earth things, so hearing about whatever you’ve been researching is a good change of pace. He often surprises you with his impressive memory; you’re into yokai this week and have spent hours on end infodumping about them to him? He will somehow remember a very specific one and ask you to update on its research, when the usual conversations about his work become a little too monotone!

★ Overall, he tries his best to be a good boyfriend, really. He tries to be the kind of person that he failed to be when he first got his fame…and that he sometimes still fails to be! But you’re his personal breath of fresh air, and he wouldn’t change your endearing quirkiness at all.

★ Were you to decide to give him another chance after he’s tried to take Kris’ soul, he would be ecstatic to have you back; after all, you’ve known him since the very beginning, so he considers you the person most dear to him in the whole Dark World. Now more lucid, he’s willing to make amends -in his own strange way- and would love to have your comforting presence by his side.

#deltarune #mr. ant tenna #tenna x reader #mr. ant tenna x reader #matchup #tenna #spamton #spamton g spamton #spamton x reader #big shot spamton #spamton deltarune #tenna deltarune #headcanons #commission #matchup commission

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norman-fucking-reedus · 1 year ago

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Guys I’m thinking about Rick and Daryl fighting, like Daryl is definitely a professional little brother and spends all day wrecking havoc upon Rick (and maybe a few others)

also I know Daryl is a hardcore hair puller. In the bed and in fights. When he and Merle would fight, it was like a second nature for his hands to latch onto to curly hair, yanking the strands and on one occasion knocking his head into a wall

me when rickyl but also brotherhood

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On the outside, Daryl Dixon was quiet, dark, and mysterious. He was a dusty book that had been closed and locked tight for decades, never opening up no matter who or what tried to pry. Most people would think that he was just one of the ones that never expressed any type of concern or emotion, but really, Daryl’s just a silent person. Until someone he knows pops into the picture.

“Get tha’ fuck off me! Get tha’ fuck off of me!” His voice rang out through the community alongside side Dogs chaotic barking.

People rushed out of their homes at what they thought were very distressed cries, Carol’s bow loaded and almost aimmed as he stepped out onto hers, only frowning deeply when she saw what all the ruckus was.

Daryl and Rick were wrestling in the dirt, the huntersman pinned down underneath the officer in a very uncomfortable looking position. Dog was barking at the two of them, tail wagging in the air as he stood in a playful position, standing over his defeated owner.

“Blah blah blah. You’re just a sore fucking loser” Rick laughed at him, pointing a finger in Daryl’s face, and pulling it away when his sharp teeth clamped down. “Gon’ make mah dog eat you alive” The man grumbled and squirmed.

“Gonna make the walkers eat you both alive” You sighed from where you had approached behind Rick, Dog now eagerly lapping and jumping around you as you too stood over your defeated hunter. “Seriously?” You shook your head and pushed Rick off the man, watching the way he dramatically fell over. “He started it! I was bein’ nice” Daryl frowns, and so does Rick, sitting up to face Daryl who had childishly wrapped himself around your leg. “Nuh uh, no! This asshole tried sticking mud down my pants!” Daryl cackled at the sentence and you knew he was gulity.

“You two are grown ass men” You huffed, shaking your leg slightly only for Daryl’s to tighten his grip. Absolutely wonderful.

“He needs to be put in time out” Rick grumbled, and you wondered if you were getting paid for this. “Time out?”

“Time out?” Carol approached, bow and arrow no longer in hand.

Daryl pointed at Rick, while Rick pointed at him, both men staring daggers at each other. “Him! He fucking started this!”

You share a look with Carol as the men bicker, and it’s quite funny untill you feel a sudden emptiness at your leg, and Daryl is hurling a ball of mud at Rick, who unfortunately catches it with his face. “Now I can really call ya ‘shitface grimes’” Daryl laughed as he climbed to his feet, standing behind you as Rick wiped his eyes clear, immediately locking them on his target.

Daryl doesn’t wanna admit that he didn’t think Rick would just go right around you, yelling when the officer took a swipe at him. “Stop it yew shit eater!” Daryl ran away with Rick hot on his heels, Dog sprinting right alongside them and barking excitedly.

“Can you imagine a small mini version of all that?” You shake your head, smiling softly at Carol. “You have got quite the character on your hands. Clinging to your leg? He must love you” You laughed, peering up the street where they had run off too, a cloud of dirt forming as they tussled, and from Daryl’s very loud screams he was probably getting what he deserved. “Dealing with him? He better love me” You scoff, knowing that your giant manchild loves you more than life itself.

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Each press of the cotton to his skin makes him hiss, and he winces at the burning sting of alcohol. “No more fights” You frown softly, tilting Daryl’s head as you cleaned his wounds, gingerly placing bandaids over them. “But he-“ “Yes I know he started it, he also finished it” Daryl pouts, legs swinging off the countertop. You stick a bandage over his nose, and kiss his forehead. “All better. I want you in this house before it’s too dark, okay?” Daryl drops onto his feet, and plants a quick but eager kiss on your lips. “Yes mama” He tosses over his shoulder as he snatches his crossbow off the floor, barreling out the door with Dog. You watched them go, a smile tugging your lips. It faded at the sound of a Rick’s high pitched scream.

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looks around because I dont know what happened and because I really like childish Daryl now and wanna write more

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #norman fucking reedus #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x female reader #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

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eeriepromis · 3 months ago

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LADS | SURVEY SUGGESTIONS

Feel free to pick and choose from these suggestions and copy & paste them into your in-game surveys. These are ideas a few girlies and I gathered, and I've restructured and condensed them into categories.

✦ GENERAL GAMEPLAY & EVENTS

Please increase permanent mini-game options to diversify gameplay beyond Kitty Cards and Claw Machine. A “My Room” or “Co-op Mode” (for mini-games or Orbit battles) would be amazing.

Add more long-term goals to Abyssal Chaos. Reset the reward track monthly so rewards can be re-earned. This would make it a consistent and reliable resource instead of a dead-end system.

Banner durations are too short. 7–10 days is not enough time to plan pulls or save. Please extend banners to 2–3 weeks like other gacha games.

Stop oversaturating multi-banners. Too many banners per month is overwhelming and discouraging for both F2P and spenders.

✦ RESOURCES & BALANCING

Add more consistent ways to earn diamonds, especially for endgame players. Increase rewards for Orbits, Abyssal Chaos, Bounty Hunts, and 5★ Memory upgrades. Plus better rewards for higher Orbit levels.

Improve drop rates for plushies (especially shiny & wanderer) and Bottle of Wishes/Crystals from Stage 9 Bounty Hunts. SSR bottles should also be obtainable on the last stage.

Allow trading in duplicate plushies (e.g. with friends) or refreshing plushie placement in Claw Machine.

Add pity system to Galaxy Explorer. The randomness makes ranking up 4★ cards frustrating.

Add more affinity-based rewards (Heartfelt Gift frequency, better poses for Rafayel and Sylus).

A way to initiate calls and video calls with the male leads.

Make Illusio permanent/bring it back with the ability to change MC's outfit too.

✦ CHARACTER & STORY CONTENT

Please give Sylus and Caleb more content to match the card counts, anecdotes, and bonds of Zayne/Xavier/Rafayel.

Release main story updates more regularly and provide a roadmap of upcoming content.

Let us decorate and use our own home as a meeting place with LIs, instead of being limited to the café.

Let us choose backgrounds like LI’s homes in the Café based on affinity.

Please include more voiced lines for the female lead. We would love to hear her voice more frequently, especially in 5-star memories and events. Also, please give us the option to mute her voice if desired.

Add bond scene choices (accept/decline date offers from LIs) and more romantic poses for underrepresented LIs.

✦ CUSTOMIZATION & UI QUALITY OF LIFE

Allow MC’s custom avatar to appear in battle, story, and mini-games. Currently the black-haired default breaks immersion.

Include a feature to turn back time inside a memory scene.

Add more customization options: curly hair, more skin tones, eye/hair color wheel, voice toggle in cutscenes.

Add wardrobe lock for outfits and accessories.

Include more outfits and poses in the chocolate shop (especially past banner content).

Increase the MC’s memory/photo showcase limit on profile beyond 6.

✦ TECHNICAL IMPROVEMENTS & ACCESSIBILITY

Game storage size is getting too large. Please optimize file size and fix long loading times and lag since 3.0.

Please address bugs more consistently. Many issues are reported after major updates and go unacknowledged.

Increase daily stamina cap (standard + Aurum Pass), or allow catch-up collection for missed Aurum rewards.

Make missed event shop items (e.g., BGM, stickers) available during reruns for newer players. Bring back the special store events that accompanied previous reruns.

Add landscape mode during kindles.

Make the pause button and photo button available in the Spring Banner memories especially. MC’s phone overlay is blocking them.

Allow claiming past daily stamina / Aurum rewards retroactively.

Adjust the lighting in animated scenes to properly represent Black characters and people of color.

Utilize crit rate for probability of DMG than RNG. (e.g. 100% crit rate should crit all the time)

We want to be able to see our MC's face clearly

PC Version of the game, because it will just keep growing and take more storage space. (Include better graphics and landscape mode for PC)

Controller Support

Settings for reducing motion sickness

Communicate how much GB free space a new update is going to require.

✦ COMMUNITY & ENGAGEMENT

Add a Golden Saucer-style area (Final Fantasy) where we can enjoy fun, live events and minigame challenges with other players.

Introduce a pseudo-open world area with major key locations where players can run around as their MC, meet LIs or friends, and play mini-games together.

Start regular Q&A or dev notes to engage with player feedback more transparently.

Let us gift premium items (Aurum Pass, Heartfelt Promise) to friends.

Add options for player-to-player interaction: co-op mini-games, voice chat links, or room visits.

The pity seems to get harder, increase the probability of soft pity.

#love and deepspace #lads #survey

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dollfacedsl1ut · 2 years ago

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Her first concert

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compendium : Karina and her friends decided to go to a local concert before college the guitarist caught her eye but to no avail she couldn’t get her number the next day when she moved into the college dorm a familiar guitar was found outside her neighbors door, when you walked outside she noticed why it looked familiar you were the guitarist she met at the concert maybe this would be her chance to finally talk to you or maybe even more

dynamic : !fan Karina x g!p guitarist reader

warnings : alcoholic drinking, heated make out session, mentions of vomit, tipsy driving

word count : 1.5k

a/n : made 10/11/23 let’s see when this’ll be posted HAHAHAHAHHSH okay enough I hope you guys enjoy if you say anything about the band name you will be found

Band name: Barrack Beetles

There will be made up characters Lalala idc hush there’s

Y/n : Guitarist

Eleanor : Drummer

Chloe : Vocalist/Singer WTV helps you sleep

Luna : Pianist

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“Come on please it’s the last fun thing we can do before college tomorrow” winter one of karinas friends begged, karina still resisted shaking her head “why not it’ll be fun I swear” Giselle pitched in of course gi would know it was one of her favorite bands “fine…but if I don’t like it I’m coming straight back” Karina got off her bed rummaging through her of her many suitcases under her bed she pulled out a pair of black ripped jeans and a beige crop top that hung off her shoulder (spicy era outfit inspo) “simple enough” she groaned standing up before putting on her clothes matching with a pair of black dr martens.

“Are you finally ready we’re gonna be late” Karinas youngest friend ningning whined “yeah yeah hold on” spraying a bit of perfume on her neck and wrists Karina walked out her room making sure to grab an emergency whistle, her phone, and pepper spray for protection of course..

The car ride to the concert was filled with cheers and excitement Karina never seen her friends this happy to see a rock band before maybe she underestimated their excitement. The venue was crowded with loud music being heard from the outside “I’m totally gonna make luna sign my boobs” Giselle giggled “as if…” ningning glared at the older friend who just kept a smirk on her face Karina heard the girls talk about which member they were gonna make do what whether it’s sign their neck, face, tongue, back maybe if the band members liked them enough maybe their boobs like Giselle suggested, winter parked the car a few feet away from the entrance at this point the line was wrapped around the building.

“see I knew I should’ve stayed at the dorm” Karina groaned hitting her head against the window looking at the line “unless..I preordered virtual tickets so we can get her early access in” Giselle snickered pulling out her phone showing the tickets “seems legit….already let’s go” winter was the first one out the car whilst Karina was last the smell of cheap perfume from the girls in the line filled their nostrils, once they reached the beginning of the line Giselle showed the bouncer the tickets as he let them in through the red rope a bunch of “Day 1 fans” protesting and yelling profanities.

Walking in the club a rush of sweet booze filled their nostrils the sound of music rang in their ears as they shuffled their way to the front of the stage seeing a host pick up the mic he was a tall guys with long curly hair he had a few visible tats and a deep voice that made any girl go weak “Our next performers are a very popular band we Have Barrack Beetles(omg I hate this name)” the crowd cheered as a group of 4 women stood tall on stage with their punk clothing, mix dyed hair and tattoos and piercings the usual rebellious look

Karina gawked at one member the guitarist, the lights changed into a purple tint as the music started the song started with you aka the guitarist. Karina watched in awe as you balanced the pick in your hand strumming the guitar she was starting to regret not seeing you much sooner, she looked at her friends seeing them scream and giggle whilst dancing aggressively to the song.

After your band finished with a few songs on your latest album the 4 of you gathered together holding any handheld instruments in hand before introducing yourself to your fans, waving and winking to anyone who caught your eye even the blonde headed girl wearing the beige crop top she seemed like a new listener you couldn’t deny she was very beautiful, better than any other fans you had quick make out sessions with, After the time was up you walked backstage “I seen the way you looked at her dude” Chloe the vocalist said nudging you “she’s probably crazy like other fans…but she does have a pretty doll like face I dig that” you loosened the guitar strap tossing it over your shoulder before tightening it back around you “you say this about every fan that makes your dick hard y/n” Chloe glanced at you “maybe you’re right but still she’s pretty” after your band finished packing the equipment your manager piled it inside the car “you guys have 30 minutes until curfew have fun” your manager said getting into the drivers seat…

You guys scurried off into the club immediately going to the vip section, you turned down the bottle service only taking shot by shot you didn’t wanna be too hungover to go to school tomorrow but you didn’t wanna be too sober so that you didn’t get laid, After your 4th shot your body felt tingly but you still could function the blonde haired girl you seen earlier was in the booth across from you guys she noticed you and gave you a small smile, waving your hand you ushered her to come over with shaky legs the girl sat next to you..

“Hi I’m karina what’s your name.?” Her voice was quiet but you were close enough to hear her speak “hey I’m y/n” you looked her up and down taking in her pretty features “I can tell you’ve never been to one of our concerts before did you enjoy it” Karina nodded as her pale face heated up “you were really pretty on stage y/n” her confession made you chuckle slightly “thanks you’re pretty too I noticed you mumbling along to our lyrics but I didn’t mind” she looked at you with wide eyes as she laughed leaning her head against your shoulder her heart was beating fast..or was that yours it didn’t matter but you could tell she was nervous.

You cupped her face placing a gentle kiss on her pointy nose “you’re so fucking pretty doll face wanna’ kiss you all over” she smiled at the compliment before leaning forward and planting a kiss on your lips, you cupped the back of her head deepening the kiss her soft whimpers were muffled as she clawed at your shirt, you pulled her by her hips on your lap she moaned feeling your dick harden under her, before the kiss could get anymore intimate your band mate Luna yelled your name before telling you time was up, you groaned loudly placing Karina back on the sofa “sorry doll face maybe another Time yeah” you sat up trying to hide your bulge before walking with Luna back to the car.

Karina sat on the sofa horny and upset before she could even get her mind focused Giselle pulled her up “we gotta go winter threw up on a random girl while dancing…seems like she won’t be able to make it to school tomorrow” Giselle started to realize karinas disheveled state “you got laid??” A smile formed on her lips “almost..” Karina began to start to walk out the club with Giselle beside her “really?? Before me but with who??” Her questions started to give Karina a migraine but she still answered “the guitarist uhh y/n” Giselles eyes widen as she stopped in the middle of the parking lot “you’re serious?? What that’s wow-“ she couldn’t form sentences but she was happy for Karina if it was true “yeah we were making out then a girl came in and said her time was up and her manager was waiting” Karina sighed opening the door of the passenger seat and then flopping in the car, she glanced back seeing a sleeping winter and ningning on her phone “I’ve never seen her this wasted” Ning said still looking at her phone “well she’ll obvious gonna miss school tomorrow so I’ll just try to get her classes and cover them that’s if we have the same ones” the 3 nodded as Giselle drove back to their dorm apartment..

Parking the car near the elevator Giselle carried winter on her back as ning pressed the button for the top floor, the walk down the hall seemed long to their tipsy bodies as they walked to their room their neighbors door was wide open the trio gave each other looks before walking into their apartment before showering and heading to bed…

THE NEXT DAY

Karina sat up in bed stretching her limbs before putting on her slippers she walked to the bathroom brushing her teeth then doing her morning skincare she picked up her phone cheeks the time “7:57” her screams seemed like they could be heard blocks away “fuck I’m gonna be late” she quickly pulled out a simple outfit she knew the bell rung at 8:10 and after that you’d have to get a slip to access the building she checked the other rooms seeing Giselle and ningning gone but winter was still asleep she groaned grabbing her backpack and her dorm keycard before rushing out the door, as she locked it from the outside she noticed a familiar looking guitar on the ground and her neighbors door still open she heard their footsteps walking closer to the door but who see seen walk out was beyond her belief but before she could speak up you did “hey doll face long time no see how you been” the way you spoke made it seem like you were childhood friends, s’not like you and her weren’t practically gonna have sex in a public club but Karina didn’t get upset she just waved….

Prologue

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moomine · 8 months ago

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“Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.” ― Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

welcome, welcome!!

hi, my name is lela! i write multifandom, reader-insert fanfiction here on tumblr and sometimes on wattpad. i don't write on any kind of schedule, just whenever i have the time or the motivation.

i'm open to requests and will write for the following fandoms/characters...

life is strange → warren graham, nathan prescott, max caulfield, and chloe price.

mouthwashing → daisuke, curly, and anya.

skyrim → brynjolf, farkas, vilkas, serana, kaidan, gore, jesper the guard, and more

fallout → benny gecko, rose of sharon cassidy, veronica santangelo, butch deloria, robert maccready, paladin danse, cait, maximus, and more

moomin valley → snufkin and joxter

detroit: become human → connor

stardew valley → shane, harvey, hailey, sam, and leah

my reader-insert stories are always as ambiguous as I can possibly make them, but the reader almost always either uses she/her pronouns or is gender-neutral :)

series...

backwash | daisuke ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

part I

part II

part III

part IV

part V

oneshots...

life is strange ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

sober thoughts | warren graham

drunk words | warren graham

skyrim ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

come with me | jesper the guard

mouthwashing ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

black friday | daisuke

your own medicine | daisuke

patchin things up | daisuke

#reader insert #x reader #fem reader #gender neutral reader #skyrim x reader #life is strange #life is strange x reader #mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #fallout #fallout x reader #detroit become human #moomin valley #arcane #arcane x reader #fanfiction #skyrim #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley

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gbeautyy · 5 months ago

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382 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨

╰┈➤ 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you're a nurse intern that was added to the tulpar in the last minute; forced to shake off the traumas that hasn't went away because this is your biggest dream ever! space

.──★ ˙🍓 ̟!! mouthwashing x fem!crybaby!reader ୨ৎ

| mention of s@, gore, curse words, insulting

All characters in this publication are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER TWO

あなたが嫌いです

SIX DAYS BEFORE THE CRASH.

YOU WOKE UP FROM THE BED, your back cracking as you stretched, your bones popping somehow satisfyingly. you let out a moan in pain as your arm were cramping. you huff, straightening your right arm for a while as you muffled the moans of pain to the pillow.

you sighed as the cramping was finally over. you checked the time; 5:00 AM. early in the morning. groaning as you stretched your whole body, you sit up, standing up too fast and felt dizzy, sitting back again to the bed. you huffed, staring at yourself in the mirror you brought from home.

even when you're crazy, you'll always be a crybaby and will never change. you gritted your teeth, wanting to smash the mirror but let out a heavy sigh, calming yourself down, not really wanting your morning mood to be ruined. you opened your quarter's door, walking out and immediately went to the medical room to drink some paracetamol.

your head always feels like its spinning every morning. you let out an annoyed groan as someone called your name from afar, you recognize it as curly- but you don't have the energy to socialize. how can he have so many energy?

"[name]! good morning, rise and shine!" he grinned towards you, looking down to your height and wanting to ruffle your hair but hesitating, he didn't do it anyway.

"yeah...good morning..." you replied, pulling up your hood to hide your face and scratched your cheek, yawning. "how're you this morning? feeling good? or still feeling sleepy? or sore? was the bed comfy?" you only stared at him as he continued to talk, your mind still not working properly and your head's feeling more dizzy as you only can hear him talk nonsense.

you wonder why he's more ecstatic today, you only let out a hum of response to him, "i gotta go to the medical room..." you mumbled groggily, walking off to the medical room while curly only smiles brightly. i'm such a good captain! he thought, then walking off to the cockpit to control the tulpar, it'll keep him occupied for a while.

you walked to the medical room weakly, forcing your body to move as you took a few pills of the paracetamol and sat on the floor, popping the pills to your mouth and then took a big gulp of the water bottle, leaning your head on the table near you as you felt the headache slowly went away by the passsing minutes.

you grunted as you lifted your body slightly to fix your posture. you flinched as someone let out a loud scream, you quickly looked over the door and realizing it was daisuke, he covers his mouth awkwardly with his right palm, his face pale. "i thought you were overdosing yourself!" he yelled, quickly running up to you and helping you stand up properly. "you scared me!" you yellled back, holding his shoulder to keep balance. daisuke only gave you a resting bitch face, while you only furrow your eyebrows.

"do not give me that face ever again."

YOU WERE JUST HANGING OUT WITH DAISUKE IN FRONT OF THE LARGE SCREEN, him sitting on the couch beside as he yapped while you were only listening, playing with his gameboy. "oh, that's not how you do it!" he looked over to the gameboy you were holding, snatching it and practically showing off his gameplay, not telling you how to do the game properly while you only sweat nervously, wanting to ask him how to play properly and actually play the game.

you sigh, not having the courage to speak up and now just watching him play the game as you zone out, then blinking again as you felt someone poked your shoulder. you and daisuke immediately looked behind, realizing it was anya. "anya! wanna join in?" daisuke showed his usual grin, while you signed at anya to decline the offer by blinking. anya only smiled awkwardly, "sorry, daisuke...we gotta prepare an event."

"awh, prepare what event, though?" daisuke sulked a bit as anya declined his offer but then his smile coming back again at the idea of preparing some event, thrilled at the thought as you sneakily snatched his gameboy, cringed as the gameboy made a loud sound, making daisuke look over at you.

"oh, if you wanted to play you could've told me!" you only mumble in response, continuing to play the gameboy. "the answer to your question, we're actually going to prepare curly's birthday." daisuke's eyes sparkled at the thought. he loved birthday parties! and it was his captain's birthday? oh, daisuke could entertain him with his tiktok dance moves he learned back then in the earth.

"it sounds fantastic!" daisuke cheered, while you only moved your head away from him, your ear drums about to bust. "don't be too loud," you whispered, while daisuke only laughed sheepishly.

ah, the sun and the moon dynamic, but the sun couldn't s̸̷͖̖̹̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̑͒ͭ̓̂̈̏͋̇̂̾h͚̬̲̘̥̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗͐͋̒ͣ̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͟͢͢͞i̓͏̸̴͙̬̝̹͓͍̘͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̷̨̥͍̬͈̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺ͧ̓́̿̏̀̕̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ a̷̸̴̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̹͓͍̘͗̀͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈̰̟͙͙̤̲ͧ̓́̿̍ͣͬ̕y̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇ ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖͈̼̯̜ͦ̈ͬ̀̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿ͤͦ̅̽̈̍̕͏̩̠͚ḡ̷͕̤͕̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺ͪ̉̏̀̕͟e̒ͦ̇̈҉̵͙͓̳͕̺ͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ̵͚̗ͬb̷̷̼̠͕͔̯̟̖͙̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̋ͥ̋ͯ͆̍̏̀̚̕͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳̯͉̀̇ͥ̕c̸̠̦̞͛̔ͨ̀a̷̷̡̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̱͕̲̖͗̀̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞̪̻͉̞̞̗̠ͫ̀̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͢͜͜ͅs̸̷͖̖̹̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̑͒ͭ̓̂̈̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̷̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̄͋̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞͈̼̯̜ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo͇̬͎͈̼̯̜ͦ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿̕ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w͚͓͈̼̯̜̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̔͆͂̇͢͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͢͜͞ͅ҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͦ̈ͬ̀͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̄͋a̷̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̺̺͙͗̀͐ͫͫ̃͟k͛ͨ̉̚҉̷̳̬̼͓͔̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ̛̪͍̘͕̥̠̮͇͚ͩ̈́̍ͮ́ͦ̈̎̀p̙̞͍ͪͨ̔̂ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̯͉͗̀̀̇ͥ̕c̸̷̠̦̞̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͛̔ͨ̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳, a̷̸̴̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̹͓͍̘͗̀͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͧ̓́̿͌ͥ̉ͤ̏̕d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ͫ̂͏̨̯̲̭͞t̵̷̡̠̘̙̮̥̯̰̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̄͋̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞͈̼̯̜ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo͇̬͎͈̼̯̜ͦ̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̸̴͇̬͎̹͓͍̘ͦ͊́̏͒ͣ͛n̨̥͍̬͈ͧ̓́̿̕ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w͚͓͈̼̯̜̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̔͆͂̇͢͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͢͜͞ͅ҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟ͦ̈ͬ̀͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞ ̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟͌ͥ̉ͤ̏d͕̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗ͭͮ̽ͧ͗̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͠͞͞͞i̓͏̷͙̬̝̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̪̻͉̞̞̗̠͗̀̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ̛̲͍̮̼͚̮̘̓͑w̷͚͓̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̃ͤ́ͮ͆ͧ̑ͫ̏̀̕͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖ͦ̈ͬ̀.

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ͭ̆͐̿ͧ͒̏͋̉Ṡͣ̒҉̨̢ͬͩ́Y̶̛̾̋͗̐ͭ̆͐̿ͧ͒̏͋̉Ṡͣ̒҉̨̢̈̃͡Tͯͬ͋̐ͮ͌ͨͮͫͩ́͘͟͢͜E̵͆́͆̑ͧ̐̍̾̕͢͜Mͪ͆ͧ́ͯ ̴ͩͤ͑̏̿́̕F̈́̐ͣ̓͆͛ͧ̀̀A̡̓ͩ̄̑̓̀͗̒ͤ̊I̵̴ͭ̂͂͒ͤͯ́̊̉��́̇̀ͦ́͜͡L̡̓͊̇̇̒ͯ́͆Ů̀ͥ͐ͨ̈̃͑̉̍͛͡͞͞R̛ͥ̇̽ͮͫͩ́͘͜E͆́͆̑ͧ̐͢

daisuke was excited to blow the balloons, daisuke blowed the balloon with all of his breathe until he can't breathe while you can't even blow the balloon properly without getting a hard time breathing, anya was the one who hung the party garland with the chair, jimmy preparing the plates, forks, spoons, and the knife while swansea did the party hats to its original shape.

as the work was done, swansea handed each one of you, you somehow acidentally broke the party hat's strings, making you tear up as that was the only one left, while the other one was for curly. swansea and jimmy wanted you to wear their party hats instead; saying the hat made them look stupid while you refused, saying that it's fine, it wasn't a big deal, and it was only a party hat. but daisuke looked dissapointed, though. he wanted to gave you his party hat but he also wanted the party hat.

you then stood behind daisuke and anya, waiting for curly to come in to the lounge, as the door slides open, all of you, except swansea clapped. jimmy's the first one to speak up. "surprise!" he cheered, followed by daisuke. "surpriiiise! look at your face!" daisuke grinned, while anya held back a laugh. "heheh. gotcha!" and then followed by you, who only mumbled a quiet 'happy birthday' as swansea only said "...cheers."

curly scratched the back of his neck, grinning nervously. "uh, wow." he only replied. "what's the uh, occasion?" he asked, confused. "we only get one communal birthday per trip, right?" anya replied, "so we can have it whenever." anya explained. "only one person can really be surprise birthday-ed per trip." jimmy continued the explaining, "we did swansea last haul, remember?"

"no way! i can't believe i missed that!" daisuke chirped, looking over to jimmy. "you were next on the list. so, congratulations." jimmy replied nonchalantly while you only fidgeted with the hem of your jacket, preferring just to listen to them talk, they then continued to yap about something, while you only continued to observe curly's nervous face, seeming suspicious.

something's off, you thought. "oh yeah, where's [name]'s party hat?" curly asked, noticing you're the only one who's not wearing a party hat. "oh, kid broke it. she's pretty rough, or either too excited." swansea crossed his arms, sighing while you only stared at the ground. you then feel something on your head, noticing curly giving you his 'supposed' to be birthday hat. he only smiled at you, while you smiled back, and then got lost in thoughts.

your thoughts then was broken as anya told curly to bake the cake, each of you seperating, except you. you were standing near daisuke, who's just standing by near the counter as he talked to you happily and talked about how's he 'excited' for the cake. you catched curly gazing over you both for a while, before then baking the cake.

"do you think something's off with captain?" you whispered to daisuke, holding the collar of your jacket nervously, daisuke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "nah! he's probably just surprised, and confused!" he gave you an reasurring smile while you continued to fidget with your jacket. "if you say so," you replied, giving a small smile back to him. after a while, daisuke pulled your wrist, "hey, let's go sit down, i can already smell the sparkly cake!" he dragged you to the chair beside him, pulling your seat and letting you sit first as he sat down beside you.

you sat across swansea, daisuke sat across anya while curly sat across jimmy. as curly sat down, they all insisted curly to make a speech, daisuke cheering happily to curly, demanding him to make a speech.

...

"that's all it said on the report from management," curly finished explaining, the whole time as curly explained, you gripped your jacket tightly, feeling your heart beating faster and faster, your face and hands sweaty.

daisuke was zoning out, staring blankly at the table as if he's regretting his life choices. swansea then grumbled in annoyance, while anya trembling, saying she doesn't have any savings, and jimmy...he looked furious. you closed your eyes as curly and jimmy starts arguing.

"i can go back to my, how'd you put it? 'struggle of a life'?" jimmy frowned. "anya never go into medical school because she's...well, let's be real. and how many employment years swansea got left in him?" swansea only scoffs, looking over at jimmy. "daisuke will be fine, mommy and daddy have him covered. so there's that atleast." jimmy then looked at you who's closing your eyes and trembling.

"and [name]. she has too much mental ilnesses for this shit, a crybaby one at that." you covered your face with your palms, holding back a sob. no! you're normal; you don't have any mental ilnesses! you're just....hypersensitive, that's what they call it. wait, is paranoia a mental illness? well, that's one mental illness! you're normal, you're normal, you're normal, you're normal, you're normal.y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓'r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆.

you felt your breathes getting heavier each time jimmy spoke up, and then jimmy slammed the damn table, making you flinch and let out a surprise noise. you choked out sob, daisuke trying to comfort you. anya then also covered her face, not wanting to show her worried and lost face. as curly took the knife, he glanced at you who's still covering your face, letting out choked sobs while daisuke looked over you with a worried look.

curly then slowly cut the cake.

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