#Me imagining doing this to Dice... I want to hug him and tease him a little like this! Squeeze him and tease him. I feel oddly affectionate.

[nimue-hidden-lake]

Sometimes you just gotta surprise your f/o. Sometimes you just gotta have to sneak up behind them, reach your hands out and wrap them around your f/o's waist. Either you pull them closer or you pull yourself closer. As long as you can feel each other's warmth.

Or you cover your f/o's eyes maybe, whispering into one of their ears. Are they flustered or do they seem unfazed? Or maybe they let out an amused chuckle.

Will they recognize your voice? Oh of course they will! They know you better than anyone after all! So either they guess wrong on purpose just to see your reaction, messing with you, or they guess correctly right away. But would it hurt to be a little playful? Maybe not~

Proship/Comship do not interact please!

[mrsjellymunson]

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie helps you generate a new D&D character, but that’s not the only thing that gets started that day

WC: ~2.5k

C/W: 18+, MDNI! NSFW? Physical flirting and teasing, heavy petting, sort of in public (nobody notices). Smut-adjacent? Thigh riding. Swearing. Nothing overly explicit, but it does get heated. Eddie and reader are both over 18. Trope: oh no, there aren’t enough seats, where will you sit? No y/n, one pet name. No physical descriptions of reader other than she wears a skirt (of unspecified appearance).

A/N: Should I be working on parts for my outstanding series? Yes. Would this not leave me alone until I wrote it down? Also yes. I had fun creating a new character in a different RPG and I have no idea whether this is how D&D works, so if it’s not, let’s just pretend, okay? 😆 Text dividers by @strangergraphics Dice dividers by me 🫣☺️

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Eddie can’t believe his luck. You’re pretty (gorgeous, actually), insanely intelligent and have, for some as yet indecipherable reason, decided that you want to play D&D. With a load of nerdy teens. And him.

You’ve joined in with a couple of short campaigns at school, seeming to enjoy them immensely and fitting in well with the group, bantering with the boys and bonding with Erica over your shared ‘take no shit’ attitudes. At first Eddie wasn't sure how that dynamic would work, but you slipped easily into letting the younger girl show you the ropes, and Erica is clearly enjoying having more female energy around.

Eddie knows that creating a new character is one of your favourite things to do. He’d never admit it, but it’s one of his favourite things to watch, too. He adores the sparkle in your eyes, your creative brain and how excited and animated you get when you come up with new ideas. Sometimes they’re sketchy, or even impossible, which he finds hugely endearing. He also loves how you’ll always check in with him, asking his advice and respecting his opinion.

This weekend he’s running a oneshot at his trailer for the younger members and you. New characters, novel plot, the works. The plan is to create new characters in the morning, and play the game in the afternoon.

This’ll be the first time you’ve been to his home, or seen him anywhere outside of school, and Eddie’s nervous as all fuck.

He couched it as ‘a good opportunity to develop a greater understanding of the game’, but he definitely has an ulterior motive for inviting you here.

So far, he’s taken every opportunity he can to make you laugh, sit near you, even touch you. Creating scenarios where a subtle hug, or even a playful tickle is somehow appropriate. He covers it quickly by immediately doing it to someone else, hoping you won’t spot the bulge in his pants and the fact that he can’t stop looking at you.

He’s not sure for how long he can keep it up. He wants so much more, and it won’t be long before he either loses it, takes it too far, or, worst case scenario, you notice he’s being a total creep and ditch the group because of it.

He’s been trying to muster the balls to ask you out for weeks, practicing lines and imagining scenarios, but he’s found it more difficult to plan than even the most complex of his campaigns.

And although it’s unlikely given the crowd of nerds that’ll be around, he couldn’t miss an opportunity to be in your company. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get you somewhat alone and do it today.

He’s tidied up the trailer as subtly as he can, doing all the dishes and straightening Wayne’s caps, hoping the others won’t notice and ask him awkward questions. But he’s jittery and anxious, terrified that you’ll take one look at where and how he lives and decide you want nothing more to do with him…

Eddie has no idea that you’re just as nervous as he is.

You’ve enjoyed the Hellfire campaigns so far, but haven’t really managed to get all that close to the Dungeon Master, much to your chagrin. Sure, the game is enormous fun and you love all the members and how welcoming they’ve been. But the DM? Holy hell, he’s hot as sin, and being able to spend time around the larger-than-life metal-lover only adds to your enjoyment of the sessions. But you can’t imagine it’ll ever go any further than that. You doubt that a geeky D&D novice who he’s hardly spoken to is his idea of the perfect girlfriend…

But god, the physical touches? Christ. It’s as much as you can do to hold it together. You’ve shared a few celebratory hugs, and he’s even tickled you a couple of times, all of which you’ve enjoyed far more than you’d let on, and filed away in your memory for retrieval when you’re alone at night in your bed. But you know that he’s like this with everyone, and are under no illusions that you’re special. So you relish each and every contact, wishing there could be more.

What if he looks at you for too long with those gorgeous, huge, chocolate-brown eyes? And what if you forget how to speak? It’s already happened an embarrassing amount of times, but you’ve managed to pass it off as being stumped because you’re a beginner. You don’t know for how much longer that excuse is gonna fly.

And, if all that wasn’t already enough to send your anxiety levels skyrocketing, you’re also acutely aware that you haven't spent time with any of the group outside of school as yet. You’re worried that you’re going to ruin their social dynamic, or mess up the game. Or embarrass yourself with no easy way to exit, having to wallow in your shame until the mums come back later to pick you all up. Your spiralling makes you realise that although it was really kind of Mrs Wheeler to offer you a lift, you’re now really wishing you’d brought your own car…

All kinds of anxious thoughts are running through your mind, from what if your ideas are stupid, to what if everyone (okay, specifically Eddie) dislikes the cookies you’ve baked??

Neither of you should’ve worried.

As you enter his trailer, Eddie seems a little flustered, running a ringed hand through his gorgeous chestnut waves and unnecessarily straightening a pile of magazines on the coffee table. He smooths down his (new) black tee (that he totally didn’t buy especially for this occasion), and you pay it no mind, assuming he’s just always like this with visitors, and is excited for the campaign.

You barely glance around Eddie’s home, smiling softly at the trinkets you spot, and offering to help plate up the snacks in the kitchen area. You don’t look uncomfortable, and you certainly don’t pass judgment. Eddie eyes you as indirectly as he can, noticing the unusual skirt you’ve got on (that you totally totally didn’t choose specifically for today). He likes it.

Just like at school, you slot easily into the melee of pencils, paper, dice and snacks. Everyone loves your home baked cookies, including Eddie, and Erica even badgers you for the recipe.

Eddie thinks you couldn’t be any more perfect.

You think this isn’t so bad after all, and relax a little.

The morning’s character building is going well, the fact that it’s a oneshot not diminishing anyone’s efforts or attention to detail.

You still haven’t quite got the hang of the dice and numbers parts, always asking for Eddie’s help with that. His help, not any of the others, he muses with a certain amount of pride and delight. (Selfishly, part of him secretly hopes you never get the hang of it, and will always need to seek his input.)

With you now added to the group, there aren’t enough seats at Eddie’s modest dining table. Nobody notices. Initially Dustin and Will are deep in a discussion on Eddie’s battered sofa, and Mike and Lucas are rifling through the fridge, both at that ‘hollow legs’ stage of teen development and constantly ravenous.

Your character’s almost done, and you just want to clarify a few things, so you ask across the table,

“Eddie? Can I bring this over for you to check please?”

He waves you over, putting on a fake English accent and saying,

“Of course you may, my dear. You know I’m always happy to assist my flock.”

You chuckle lightly at his endearing foolishness as you get up from your place next to Erica, taking your character sheet over to Eddie for his perusal. Behind you, the younger players all convene at the table to share their progress, and all the seats become filled.

With no free spots near him, and assuming you won’t be here for long, Eddie pats his leg absentmindedly and says, “Sit here, lemme see.”

You end up on his lap, facing sideways at ninety degrees.

You initially turn towards him and bring your sheet between you, but there’s not enough room for him to properly examine it, so you turn the other way and lay it on the table in front of him, turning so your back is to him, your legs straddling one of his knees. He leans forward and begins to check it over, confirming some details and asking for more particulars on others.

Eddie’s been admiring your enthusiasm and level of engagement all morning, and he’s impressed by the depth of information you’ve already managed to accumulate.

You’re absorbed with your new character, getting excited and gesticulating wildly. Ideas bounce easily between you and Eddie, his face smiling softly and his dimples popping as he gets to see you like this.

It doesn’t escape him, however, that you’re also bouncing on… him. He flushes a little, and hopes you don’t perceive it.

As you gesture at a particularly thorny issue on your paper, it dawns on Eddie exactly what parts of you are in contact with him, albeit through multiple layers of fabric. The softness of your thighs and the heat from your core against his leg fully absorb him for a moment, and he has to ask you to repeat yourself. You don’t seem to mind, assuming it was the general clamour in the room that meant he couldn’t hear you. That same clamour covers the sound of him awkwardly clearing his throat and gulping loudly.

It occurs to him that he’s never experienced anything… like this. Occasional hookups in the woods or after gigs at The Hideout are great and everything, but he’s never before felt like he has a literal, real-life angel sitting on his lap.

And you? You are slowly realising how nice Eddie’s lap feels beneath you. It’s warm and solid, and the denim of his dark jeans feels pleasantly rough on the skin of your legs where your skirt’s ridden up. There’s a pressure against your most intimate areas that’s generating a warm feeling of pleasure in your core. You’re trying to concentrate, but it’s not easy.

It takes a few more moments for you to catch up to where Eddie is, and you register that you’re essentially riding Eddie’s thigh each time you move.

Your lips roll inwards and you swallow deeply, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to compose yourself. It doesn’t help, and only serves to focus your attention even more fully on the delicious sensations beneath your legs. This is the closest you’ve ever been to your Dungeon Master, and for the longest time. And you can’t help how flustered it’s making you.

Embarrassed, you cough and go to stand, but quickly see that there’s nowhere for you to go. Eddie scans the room and notices your predicament, and, in a broken voice that’s almost unbearably soft, tells you, “It’s okay, Princess. You can stay here.”

Fuck. A pet name? You enjoyed that, perhaps a little too much. If you were being rational you could put it down to Eddie referencing your new character, who happens to be an aristocratic mage. But right now? Right now, you’re not feeling particularly rational.

You slowly sit back down, but as you do so Eddie shifts his position, causing you to spread your knees a bit wider than they were and land further up his leg, giving you even more contact with his thigh. You hope he didn’t hear the broken little hum that escaped you.

Eddie leans forward and in a voice that’s far too quiet, and far too close to your ear, he asks, “Are you… okay?”

You can barely breathe, and all you can manage in response is a tiny, squeaked, “Mhm.”

Behind you, Eddie takes a stuttering breath in, letting it out slowly before he resumes discussions with everyone else at the table.

You each become more unfettered as the morning progresses. Further not-so-accidental encounters only serve to increase the tension between you both.

At one point, you lean forwards over the table to get one of the manuals, lifting your butt from his leg. For a moment you hope there won’t be a visible wet patch on your skirt, or on his jeans. But then you wonder whether it would actually be so terrible if there was, and whether it would actually be so terrible if Eddie saw…

Eddie saw. He hums slightly, but it sounds more like a whimper, and he attempts to cover it by clearing his throat for the umpteenth time today.

He wonders whether you’re doing this on purpose, whether you have any idea what you’re doing to him.

As you settle back onto his thigh, one of Eddie’s hands travels to your hip, holding it lightly, just resting it there. A fire travels up that entire side of your body.

You wonder whether he’s doing this on purpose, whether he has any idea what he’s doing to you.

He leans forward to reach for something on the table, and this time brushes his chest against your back for far longer than is necessary. You feel his breathing against your neck speeding up, hot gasps coming from between his lips instead of controlled outbreaths through his nose.

You reach for a die, and as you sit back you half-intentionally push your core down onto Eddie’s leg just a little bit harder. God, he feels so good. And so what if you’ve moved backwards slightly, so your thigh is even further between his legs, and your butt nudges his crotch?

You definitely feel something hard pressing against your ass. The grip on your hip tightens, and Eddie dips his head forward to hide his face and stifle a moan. Christ.

You think you hear him mumble a quiet and stilted, “Sh-it.”

Eddie can barely contain himself, this morning not going at all how he could’ve even dreamed. He had no idea whether you even liked him, and was planning to sound you out and maybe manage to ask if you wanted to do something cheesy like grab milkshakes sometime.

Having you hot and wet on his lap wasn’t even on the edges of the outside of the periphery of his radar. He’s really trying to keep it together, but he’s barely maintaining a grip on his actions.

Attempting to focus, he leans forward again to explain a character point. You turn your head and look into his eyes attentively, whilst simultaneously rocking your hips ever so subtly and chewing on the inside of your bottom lip.

All at once, something shifts. Something big.

Eddie holds your gaze for way too long. Or maybe you hold his.

Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, as you both silently acknowledge that there’s way more going on here than simple D&D advice.

Simultaneously, you both come to realise that your affections are most definitely reciprocated.

Shit, he likes me.

Fuck, she likes me back.

And then, as your eyes are locked and he sees your pupils blow wide, Eddie loses that tenuous grip.

Suddenly, both of his hands come to your hips, and he presses his forehead against one of your shoulder blades. He grips you tightly and moves you back and forth against him, squeezing, pulling, pushing, dragging. He’s keeping his movements as tiny as possible so as not to rouse the attention of the group, but what he lacks in expansiveness he more than makes up for with strength and intensity.

You think this might genuinely be the most erotic thing you’ve ever done with your clothes on. You’re hot and wet, and you barely care that you’re in a room full of people, supposedly playing a nerdy game.

Eddie keeps moving you. One exquisite movement spreads your sopping folds in your underwear, and your mouth drops open in a gasp, hand gripping the edge of the rickety table. You try to disguise your movements by shoving the end of a pencil into your mouth and hunching over your paperwork.

Eddie totally notices, and stills you. His warm palms continue to press against your hips, his strong fingertips digging into your flesh. Instead of continuing the back and forth movements, he pulls you down as hard as he can onto his lap whilst outwardly retaining his composure, turning the garbled sounds coming from his throat into encouraging noises for the group.

The two of you can barely focus anymore. Eddie hasn’t let his hands travel anywhere above the tabletop, lest his actions be seen by the others, but if your expression is even half as flustered as Eddie’s is red, somebody is going to notice something. And soon.

You take a couple of deep, steadying breaths.

You’ve already completed your character, so you decide to do a faux check in with Eddie, asking, not entirely innocently,

“Eddie? Is there anything else you’d want me to… take off?”

Turning, you add, even less subtly,

“What should I do now, Master?”

Eddie’s face screws up and his jaw clenches, and you feel the rock of his hips as he bucks his hips up underneath you, pressing his hardness into your flesh and muffling a grunt into your shoulder.

His head snaps back up suddenly and his voice becomes clear and piercing, as he inhales quickly and declares to the room, waving a hand,

“Okay, lunchtime! Everybody out!! You guys need some fresh air and I need a break. I don’t wanna see you for at least an hour, and you’d better come back with pizza! Goddit?”

The teens comply, bustling out the door, a few of them eye-rolling and grumbling something about how this is almost like being at home with their parents.

They’re still leaving as Eddie moves his face so close to you that you can feel his breath in your hairline, and his soft, pink lips tickle the edge of your ear.

In a low, velvety voice, he murmurs, in a tone that’s somehow both challenging and pleading,

“Please Princess, turn around and say that to my face...”

You smirk, and reach behind you to pick up a D12.

With all the sultriness you can muster, you raise your eyebrows and indicate for him to take it. He opens his hand, and you place it down, the tips of your fingers lightly skimming the hot, damp skin of his palm.

Looking into his eyes again, you’re relieved to discover that your power of speech remains entirely intact, as you murmur, with more confidence than you thought you possessed,

“Okay, Master. How about this? You roll, and the result is how many kisses you have to give me...”

Eddie swallows and almost chokes, sitting up straight and gently lobbing the die across the mess of paper and writing implements. His chocolate eyes don’t leave yours as it rolls and comes to a stop in the centre crease of one of his manuals. He struggles with the internal conflict of never wanting to break your gaze and a deep desire to check the number.

He has no idea where the rest of today, let alone this, is going, and he’s grateful he has at least the next hour in which to find out. But he does know one thing:

He’s never been so desperate to roll a 12 in his entire fucking life.

Thanks so much for reading!

(This might become part of an anthology of D&D-related adventures - let me know if you’d like to see more!)

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rating how SEVENTEEN would react if you wore revealing clothes in front of the members (maknae line edition)

hyung line version here

genre: rating-headcanon hybrid, suggestive ig, gn reader

requested: nope, but reqs are open (just look at my masterlist to see who I write for♡)

warnings: suggestive stuff and delusionality (seriously, this is the most delusional piece of work I have ever written)

a/n: after going ghost for like half a year, I'm back! I'll be sure to be more active this time around, so pls request if you want me to write about something 🙏

minghao

(desperately trying to fight the urge to give him an 8/10) 6.8/10. thinks he's calm but really isn't.

takes great pride in being the only one to get to see you in more risqué attire, so is a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you walk down the stairs to greet the members.

his lips press together in that middle aged white man frown i hope yall know what the fuck im talking about CAHSSVH but he knows the members arent going to try anything with you so its all good

except its not all good because now hes distracted

teases you throughout the whole night, neck kisses, whispering what hes gonna do to you when the members leave, smirking at you BLOOD OF JESUS so that YOU end game night early instead of him (he has an image of peace and serenity to keep up and being needy for you in front of everyone would destroy it lol)

mingyu

-100009999000000/10. please do not even attempt to wear anything even remotely revealing in front of him unless you want a certain reaction.

sees what you're wearing before anybody shows up and begs you to cancel so that he can cough cough hold hands in bed with you for the whole night.

when the members walk in and see him on his knees, hugging your legs and damn near crying, they think nothing of it cause its mingyu and game night ensues.

cue mingyu glaring at everyone who touches you, doesn't matter if its accidental or if its just to give you the dice when it's ur turn to roll, they're getting stared DOWN.

also cue mingyu staring at you with his eyes glossed over and his mouth open like a squirrel staring at an accorn, and practically needing to be punched in the gut to pay attention to anything but how sexy you are.

also also cue mingyu ending game night like an hour and a half earlier and throwing you over his shoulder, barely having enough self-control to make it up the stairs (good luck soldier, it's gonna be a long night)

dokyeom

a solid 7.8/10. bless this mans heart, he would not do anything even remotely territorial or jealous after seeing what your wearing. it actually warms his heart that you feel comfortable around the members because they're truly like a 2nd family to him.

ever the charmer he is, he'll make sure to compliment you with a hand on your waist and a kiss to your cheek as you greet the members coming through the door (idk about you but imagining seokmins hand across my waist WHEW-)

since dokyeom is usually touchy with you, it serves as no surprise that he would be even more so with more revealing clothes, but he can still find it in himself to focus on the game.

but now YOU'RE distracted by his soft touches, barely even able to contain yourself or focus on anything but his hand trailing up and down your side.

neither of you end game night early, and when the time comes, everyone bids you two goodnight and does the separate ways. cue you jumping on dokyeom and him gladly carrying you to your shared bedroom. (what you don't know is that he was PURPOSEFULLY distracting you the entire time, and he is definetly dawning a self-satisfied smirk as he closes your bedroom door)

seungkwan

-666/10. you have chosen the wrong boyfriend to try something like this with, and he will make it very known.

gives you the meanest stank eye known to mankind, seething with jealousy as you make your way downstairs. (this man is literally grinding his teeth, you have created a monster-)

dedicates the entire game night to making your experience as lackluster as possible. I'm talking he'll make you lose every. single. game. every. single. round. without fail. doesn't matter if he's on your team or not, he's just that petty.

the members obviously aren't oblivious to seungkwan's sudden beef with you, but be it them thinking its funny or them not wanting to be another one of his targets, you're on your own soldier.

the only thought in his mind right is how DARE you look this good in front of anyone on the planet earth but him? where is duty? where is honour?? where is sacrifice??? (you and him just binged House of the Dragon, hence his dramatic mood)

game night ends early on account of the rest of the group feeling as though you and seungkwan need some alone time to solve this one-sided conflict. as soon as they leave, seungkwan acts all coy, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes when you say you know just how to make it up to him. as if this isn't what he wanted the whole time lol.

vernon

2/10. this guy won't even bat an eye at your choice of clothing for game night, whatever makes you comfortable is always going to be okay with him. you don't need his approval and he's aware and is perfectly fine with that.

and that's all good and well, except this time you were purposefully trying to make him jealous, so seeing his reaction (or lack there of) kind of bums you out.

don't get him wrong, it's not like he doesn't think you're attractive (you're the most beautiful human he's ever laid his eyes on) but he does not even register your outfit as you walk down the stairs, let alone get jealous in any capacity.

game night starts and finishes exactly how it always does, and when it's all over, as the members are saying their goodbyes to you two, jeonghan makes a slightly suggestive comment on your outfit, which you brush off with a wave of your hand.

it is only at that moment, after jeonghans comment, that vernon realises that your clothing is more revealing that what you usually wear in front of the members. (when I say this man is oblivious, I mean that shit)

"you look good." is all you get from him, as he walks past you and walks up the stairs and turns back to you, confused as to why you aren't following him.

all I'm saying is, if you want... attention from this man, you have to tell him upfront. because trust me, once he knows exactly what you want, he'll have no problem giving it you ;)

dino

–infinity/10. you don't wanna mess with him, cuz he's a jealous, jealous, jealous boy. if he- lemme cool with the lana lyrics but you catch my drift.

as soon as he sees your outfit, he pulls out his phone and texts on the groupchat that game night is cancelled because of "unforseen circumstances." whatever the hell that means.

he will shower you in compliments, his eyes filled with admiration for you. cue you getting kisses all over your face, and when you ask him when the boys are coming for game night, he'll simply trail his kisses a little lower, aiming at your neck to distract you and it works

at some point during your, ahem, devil's tango with Dino in your shared bedroom (he carried you there because in his words, "someone who looks as good as you should not need to lift a finger, let alone walk up a flight of stairs." okay chivalry!) you both hear a knock on the door.

it's the members, worried that one of you had gotten hurt or something which is why game night was cancelled. Dino is as red as tomato when he sees them, stating that you had hurt your ankle and that you weren't really up for game night tonight. the story would be believable if Dino wasn't sweating like he just ran a marathon, and if you weren't wearing such a sexy outfit.

but hey, you're limping as you walk down the stairs to greet the members, so maybe that'll make it all the more believable. (news flash, it makes it less believable, but Dino shoos them out effectively anyways, carrying you back to your room with a quickness, he's not done with you just yet LORD HAVE MERTHY)

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I saw your Hobie x latina going going to the club para perrear and I loved it😭🤞🏼😩

BUT

Imagine Hobie going to a cantina with a mexican reader and just drink and hear corridos tristes (el video del vato que dice "porque que te quiero" y le meten el micrófono a la boca😭💀) or rather going to a cantina goes to her house and her family is making carne asada and drinking beer and there's literally a band in the party (soy norteña perdoname😭) and he is like "this food is bussing bussing" because he is British and their food is just "no good💖". At first he is nervous like he doesn't know what to do and at the end he is somehow riding a horse or he is playing with the band, he just loves it, the vibe and the food

(Love how you write 😭💖)

Hobie Brown meeting latina!reader's family <3

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Ay hermana, soy chilanga we don't have horses up in this bitch😭 I tried to make it more general like Bee meeting your tías and primos but def adding the whole carne asada deal. (For my non-mexican readers, we call people from the city "chilangos" and northern people "norteños" and while we're from the same country, our experiences can be very different!). Also, tysm my dear, hope u like<3

-First off

-Giggling and kicking my feet 🤭

-Bro was persistent in meeting your family, and while you weren't exactly reluctant, you did have to warn him

-"Why not!? I want to meet your uncle Luis or- or Saúl!" He exclaims, recalling the stories you've told about your family members. "I'm not saying no, mi amor. I-It's just-" "What?" He grins, knowing you don't really have a solid argument. He kisses your pout and walks over to your room to get ready as you sigh, defeated by your pretty once more.

-Of course you wanted Bee to meet your family! But we all know how it can get at those big family gathering.

-One thing was meeting your parents, (which went by spectacularly, by the way) but him hanging out with your older tíos and younger primos was a whole other deal

-They aren't bad people, you love them dearly. It was the soft (hard and relentless) teasing (borderline bullying) you were worried about.

-It was easy to understand their humor when you grew up with heavy jokes, but Hobie would be new to all this. Plus, he was the first official boyfriend you'd introduce to the family! They were protective and honestly not afraid to show it.

-"Buenas tardes, Hobie Brown. Mucho gusto" you say slowly as you're both on the way to your tío's house, he repeats after you with a horrible accent. "Roll your r's!" You giggle, looking at him intently while softly showing him how to pronounce.

-He's really trying for you bestie </3

-Yeah he went blank after your aunt opened the door and dismissed his polite handshake with a bone-crushing hug.

-"Ay mija! He's so tall, I can barely hug him right. Pásenle, pásenle, Luis is in the garden with the kids. Welcome Hobie!"

-Bee just smiles and it widens when a horde of kids comes running down the hall and bolt towards you, saying hello to their favorite aunt and the strange bato she brought along.

-"Tía Y/N/N who is this?" Luisa (the youngest) asks, eyeing Hobie up and down with the sass of an old lady, making him suppress a laugh "Es tu novio?" now questions one of the boys, looking up at him amazed. "Hello brats" he smirks, high-fiving each and every one of your nieces and nephews excitedly.

-"You didn't tell me you were a tía already..." "Some of them will be by the age of sixteen, so I'm no rare event."

-Hobie is hard to lose on a crowd; all spikes, leather, chunky boots, and piercings

-Your nephews are thrilled.

-Asking all around about what his pins mean, if he finds it hard to walk with those boots, if he's not too hot with his jacket... you know, the type of questions kids ask.

-You laugh at him, trying to answer one question at a time patiently, and walk over to the table outside where your tíos, tías, primos, primas, cuñadas and some sobrinos were.

-"Y el novio mija?" Asks one of your tíos, already in a deffensive tone "He's inside con los niños, tío. Ahorita viene" you smile and promptly, Hobie walks through the door after the kids.

-The smokey scent of the carne asada filled his nostrils as soon as he walked outside, widening his eyes at how good it smelled. You walk over to him, grabbing his arm and smiling widely at your family

-"Les presento a Hobie, mi novio" you beam and your tíos can tell he truly makes you happy. "Yo no te di permiso, Y/N" one of them jokes, making everyone laugh and Bee follows after you translate for him.

-And he didn't like it but he really cared about their opinions

-He didn't give a single fuck of what other people had to say, but this was your family!!! He knew he was close and for the first time, strived for perfection

-The next few minutes were him trying really hard to memorize all the names, having a hard time pronouncing your aunt Rocio and Rosa's names.

-Everyone laughed at his attempts

-You sit between everyone at the large table, one of your tíos approaching you as you're too busy catching up with one of your cousins. Bee squeezes your hand to catch your attention, but you don't turn back to look at him, instead just squeeze back.

-He nervously places his hand out, and contrary to before, your uncle welcomes it. "Buenas tardes, Hobie" (oubi😭con acento mexa) "Buenas tardes, señor". God, did he rehearse that on the way...

-Your uncle seemed to appreciate him at least trying to talk to him in your mother tongue. He gave him kind of a smile and asked "Wanna help me with the asador over there?"

-Oh this was a test

-"Sure thing" he nods confidently even though he's shitting himself at the moment

-When he saw the carne asada let me tell you

-His mouth watered, heart eyes all over and he swore he was about to do that floating thing he's seen spider pig do

-Your tío taught him how to turn the steaks at the right time, after some aceite jumped and burnt him a bit :( your uncle could tell he was trying hard so he took it easy on him

-Personally? You fell in love all over again when he contained his tears the best he could at the smell and spice of the chiles floating so close to his nose <3

-You slapped his ass playfully when serving the food and he just smirked as your uncle side eyed you HARD

-“Bloody hell this shit is fucking amazing babe!” He almost moans when he bites into the taco of asada you made for him

-Your family might or might not know english but they know how bad words sound lmao

-They couldn’t blame him tho, not after he proved to love asada as much as them with the eight tacos he ate ☹️💕

-Him playing with the babies of your family bro :(

-He's so good with kids too

-I'm talking playing with them, having full conversations no matter how silly they got, following their train of thought and even making sure they weren't up to some stupid shit

-Girl, if you don't rail him stupid after that-

-He got along with your older cousins too!!! After all, they shared a similar taste in music and films so there was plenty to talk about

-Your tías chismeando with you about how handsome he is

-Let’s wrap it up, I got carried away and this is too damn long 😭

-He’s talking to one of your tías when the banda arrived at around 9 p.m

-My man is so confused please help him

-His spidey sense went off before the whole fucking commotion started lmao

-When he realized it was a live group playing and singing traditional music he lost his shit

-Asked you all about it!!! “What is that piano thing!?”, “What is he singing about?”, “Can I learn how to play that?”<3

-Eventually (and with no alcohol needed since he refused to risk doing some stupid shit with your family) he ended up dancing with your tía, her patiently teaching him how to move

-He had a hard time with his big ass boots but somehow managed!!

-Hobie was so happy when you went home ☹️ almost asking when you could come back and if you could cook some carne asada the same way your uncle (his best friend, he called him) did

-“Yo te amo mi amor” He smiled big, kissing you softly before falling asleep “Thanks for letting me meet your family… meant a whole lot y’know?” “‘Course corazón, seeing you there with everyone filled my heart with a joy I have rarely experienced”

-And with that you fell asleep, Hobie dreamt of asada and banda<3

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hello there!! (๑>◡<๑)

i recently got into hypnosis mic, and i’ve been very attached to ramuda :D i was wondering if you had any relationship headcanons for ramuda and a fem s/o? you can add some nsfw as well if you’re comfortable! tysm and have a wonderful day hebi!!

Writer's corner: Heyyy!! Finally another Ramuda stan--! *high five* (He's in my hypmic top three.. oof) and of course I have! But, sweetheart, I want to remind that these are my headcanons, which means that if you don't share them or don't agree with me, it's totally fine♥ Thank you for your kindness and, please, let me know if there's something you want me to change or fix! Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: nsfw mentioned!! (PLEASE, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT)

⭐𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐝𝐚⭐ 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⭐Ramuda has surely one of the bubbliest personality ever!

⭐He would be an adorable partner, always hugging and constantly looking for attention

⭐"Heeehhh...!! Y/n-chan, come on..!! Pleaseeeee...!! Hug me, hug me, hug meeee~!!"

⭐If you're taller than him, he'd make some small jumps, trying to hug you by wrapping his arms around your neck

⭐If you're smaller than him- or as tall as him- well.. He'd straggle you with his hugs!! Also even putting his head on your shoulder and chuckling.

⭐Ramuda would be the one remembering about your birthday and telling Gentaro and Dice to help him organizing a surprise party for you

⭐Ramuda would be the type of boyfriend holding your hand while hanging out..

⭐.. Of course he'd jump like he always does in the anime and manga.. Like.. Boing boing (is he a ball..?.. 😂)

⭐Since he's a fashion designer, well.. 100% he'd sew some clothes for you!

⭐Or well.. You'd be his number one model!

⭐"Awwwww, y/n-chan!!! You're so cuteee~!! I was right... Pink fits you~ hehe~♥︎"

⭐About his dark personality, well...

⭐Of course he'd feel uncomfortable to talk about his past with you in the first place..

⭐But after some time and if you manage to make him feel comfortable enough, he'd tell you everything, even probably venting a bit..

⭐We all know what a strange character Ramuda is, almost difficult to understand completely, due to all what he went through..

⭐(no spoilers, of course, since you've just gotten into hypmic💜)

⭐He could be teasing and he would have fun doing it, so..

⭐You better expect him to say something flirty or kiss you suddenly just to make you blush (you could also feel his lips being a little sticky, due to the fact that he's always eating lollipops)

⭐"Heheh~ y/n-chan, you're blushing...!!! How cuteee~♥︎"

⭐And what about intimate and spicy moments? How would he act, Hebi?

⭐Oh well.. At first I thought it was hard imagining him in these situations, BUT THEN-.. I thought that I was wrong..!!

⭐Ramuda always acts like a childish and innocent cute person..

⭐But remember that he's actually an adult man,- even if he looks like a kid from middle school-...

⭐Plus it's said that he's popular among women and that he had dated many, somehow, thanks to his cuteness and his adorable apparent personality..

⭐But I'm sure that he'd know how to treat you in bed..

⭐He'd be THE TEASE IN PERSON.. Always pointing out the fact that you're blushing or that you're nervous and embarrassed.

⭐Ramuda would poke your blushed cheeks, chuckling, sweetly inviting you to relax after getting undressed...

⭐His blue eyes with shades of pink would meet yours as he would blush slightly too while smirking teasingly

⭐He'd be fast with taking off your bra and then he would start chuckling and playfully rubbing your nipples with his right thumb while running his other hand down your back, making you shiver.

⭐"Hehe... What's wrong, y/n-chaaaan~??.. Are you embarrassed...? Are you shyy~? Awww.. Look at yourself.. You're so cutee~"

⭐After some minutes though you'd notice him changing his personality and, with it, even his voice, which would lower than usual...

⭐His always cheery eyes would get serious, a sly smirk on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes as he'd speak, starting playfully biting your thighs:

⭐"Let's getting serious, shall we, y/n-chan...?"

⭐That's what he'd whisper to your ear.

⭐*claps hands endlessly* Oral, oral, oral... He'd do it! I'm sure! Of course he would, with his mischievous and playful look, occasionally even chuckling just to make the situation more embarrassing for you..

⭐Because he really likes seeing you blushing..~♥

⭐And of course he'd keep teasing you.. Even while doing oral.. Like:

⭐"Mmmh..~.. You taste so sweet... Soo sweet... Sweeter than a strawberry lollipop... Hehe.. Let me taste you more~ will you..?"

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[barkspawn]

hear me out: Sebastian asking if their characters in solarian chronicles can kiss or something and sam is like "you guys are dumb just kiss"

This brought me joy. I kind of imagined this long ago and then forgot but jesus it was fun.

little CR reference in there for those who are fans <33

thank you <3

The fight was the most intense so far, an arch-lich wreaking havoc over the entire land. 

Victor was GMing for the first time and he was doing a phenomenal job at keeping everyone on the edge of their seat. Sam, a warrior, was on the front lines, sword and shield in hand, Sebastian, a wizard, hung toward the west, distancing himself from the range of the lich, and Amelia, a cleric, slung healing spells and threw healing potions to each of her companions. 

"I'm almost out of spells," she frowned, contemplating before gesturing to Sam, "I use healing word as my bonus action on Sam and then I use my action to throw a greater healing potion to Seb!" She immediately rolls her d4, adding her modifier, "7 points, Sam!"

As Sam scribbled on his sheet Victor pointed to Amelia, "roll dex for the throw."

She rolled her d20 and beamed over at Sebastian, who grinned back at her, "14!"

"Oh, I definitely caught it," Seb's eyes lingered on Amelia for a moment before he moved to write the potion on his sheet.

"Alright, the arch-lich's turn.." Victor started, looking over his own sheets, ready to make his attack. 

The game continued, leaving Amelia with the impossible choice to save either Sebastian or Sam. She bit her lower lip before using her last fourth-level spell to heal him. 

"I cast Life Transference on Sebastian!"

Sebastian's eyes widened, "what? No! There's no way you have enough health to survive that!"

She was already rolling, counting her points, "21 points of damage to me" she beamed at Sebastian, "making 42 points of healing to you!"

Sebastian frowned, his eyes sad. She was the only healer and none of them had any sort of way to bring her back if she died. 

"Amelia is unconscious. Sebastian, add 42 to your health. It's your turn," Victor stated, his tone grave. 

"Dude, I'm still stunned. You have to kill him!" Sam called, "for Amelia!"

Sebastian gave a resolute nod before scanning his sheet, a smile growing on his lips as he looked up at Victor, "I cast disintegration at level 6 on the lich."

"Holy fuck…" Amelia whispered.

"Aren't you a servant to your God or something? Are you allowed to say that?" Sam teased, hiding that he was unfamiliar with the spell. Amelia and Victor stared at Seb though in shock. 

Victor blinked before shaking his head and rolling the dice. He sighed and pinched between his eyes, "failed his dex save."

Sebastian and Amelia beamed at one another before he rolled his dice. 

"That's… 35…" he referenced his spell sheet, "plus 40.. 75 points of damage."

Victor glared at him, though not actually angry, his smile growing, "how do you want to do this?"

The three of them cheered, Sam pulling them into an awkward, three-person hug over the table. Amelia was hyper-aware that her face was just inches (if that) from Sebastian as a result, the hug breaking too soon.

Victor rolled his eyes, "hey, earth to Sebastian. How are you killing him?"

Sebastian cleared his throat, still beaming, "I shoot the ray from my hand while shouting 'for Amara' and watching as he falls to dust!"

Amelia pushed out her lower lip and reached over to touch his arm, "aw, Seb."

Sebastian's cheeks burn red, though he hopes no one notices. 

"And with that, let's take a 15-minute break, yeah?" Victor looked around, everyone nodding in agreement. 

"I'm gonna grab a smoke," Sebastian started, looking down at Amelia as he stood up, "come with me? I have a question."

Her heart fluttered, but she gave him a smile and nodded, following him outside, where it was a little colder than she thought. She wrapped her arms around herself as they stood by the lake, Sebastian lighting his cigarette. 

He paused and unzipped the front of his jacket, pulling it off and wrapping it around her shoulders. His hands were no doubt shaking. 

"Oh, Seb, you're in less than I was, keep your jack-"

"Nah, I'm never really cold," he said through the smoke he held in, exhaling upwards. They stood in comfortable silence for a minute or two before Amelia bumped his hip with hers. 

"Did you just want to give me your jacket or did you have a question?" She teased. 

"Oh," he cleared his throat, glancing down at her, "yeah, um.." he struggled, flicking the last of his ashes and pinching the scorched end off his cigarette before pocketing the butt.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to. I wasn't trying to-"

"Sebilan has a huge… thing for Amara."

She stood there, staring up at him, " oh."

"And she's unconscious, right?" He continued as she nodded slowly, "well I can't tell you my plan obviously, but I didn't want him to " he cleared his throat, "to kiss her if you weren't okay wi-"

"She likes him too," she interjected, "a lot."

Sebastian smiled, nodding a bit as he noticed she was blushing as much as he felt he was. They went back in after a few minutes, laughing together as they walked in the room. 

"It's literally been twenty minutes, " Sam groaned, "next time you guys go make out, wait until after we're all done."

Sam laughed along with Victor as Sebastian and Amelia stood shell-shocked. 

"We were just talking," Sebastian mumbled as they made their way to their seats. He was starting to get nervous. Not of Amelia, but how his friends would react. Even though they KNEW that Sebilan loved her. 

"You know I'm kidding," Sam reached over and ruffled both of their hair.

"Alright, alright. Seb just killed the arch-lich, disintegrating him into a pile of dust. All that remains are two rings, his staff, and…" he glanced at his notes, "a scroll. What would you guys like to do?"

"I'd like to run to Ames' body and lift her just enough to pour a greater health potion in her mouth," he smiled at Amelia who pretended to bow in thanks before Sebastian looked over at Sam who held his hands up in quiet surrender. Sam had figured out quickly the feelings weren't strictly in-game. 

"Alright, that's 4d4 plus 4. Roll 'em, Ames."

She smiled and rolled, "eleven plus four," she wrote on her sheet, "I am at fifteen health." 

She looked over at Sebastian, who cleared his throat, his voice not as confident as he hoped, "I just.. hold her there until she wakes up," 

"Which I do with a gasp, of course."

"I'm gonna go loot," Sam rolled his eyes, noting Sebastian's third person turned into first. 

Seb laughed before continuing, "I brush hair out of her face before talking, 'thank the gods you're alright, I don't know what I would have done if you..'"

They faded to purely conversation between their heroes, Victor and Sam sharing a look before watching like it was some drama on the TV. 

"'I'm okay, thanks to you,'" She glances down at her sheet for the direction, "I sit up a bit, not quite moving away from him."

"'You.. gave me the last of your health, Amara,'" he caught himself, almost saying her actual name, "'why would you do that? You could have died.'"

Amelia smiled, "'you're stronger than me. And it was our last chance to kill him, which you did.'"

"'But I could have lost you,'" Amelia's heart tugged a bit as his voice sounded genuine to the emotion, "'I don't think I would have been able to forgive myself.'"

Sam absently tossed a peanut into his mouth, Victor holding his hand out for some.

"'Luckily,' I reach up and touch your face, 'that's not something we need to worry about.'"

Sebastian sat for a moment before taking a breath, "'I don't think I can almost lose you without telling you…'" Sebastian himself pauses, "'I love you.'"

Amelia couldn't help but blush, butterflies exploding in her stomach. 

It's in the game. He is in character. 

Amelia smiled, Sebastian quickly adding, "and I kiss her," he turned to look at the two men, watching expectantly. 

"Okay…" Victor says slowly, as though expecting more. After a long moment, Sam groans. 

"For fuck's sake, guys," Victor chuckles, nodding in agreement before even hearing what Sam has to say, "we all know what that was, so just do it. "

Sebastian's face grew red as he started to protest, but Amelia, for some unknown reason, had a random bout of courage, leaning forward and cupping Seb's cheek to turn his face to hers as her lips met his a little harder than she intended. He froze for a moment, the sound of his friends' playful cheering drowned out by the blood pumping in his ears. After a second, he responded, leaning into the kiss, pulling away after he realized how it had been likely a whole minute. 

" Finally, " Sam groaned as Amelia plopped back into her seat. Both her and Sebastian's faces burn crimson. 

"Alright, I know we just took a break," Victor started, "but we are so ending here. That's a fantastic note to end this session on."

The rest of the table laughed, Amelia brushing her fingertips over her lip absently. Sam and Victor gathered their dice and sheets, leaving soon after. 

"I'm guessing you guys have a lot of real talking to do," Sam said before closing the door behind, "or whatever else you young kids do!"

Sebastian rolled his eyes but smiled as he met her eyes again. 

It wasn't even five more minutes before they kissed again, enjoying the privacy and honest words instead of fantasy thoughts.

[phillippadgettwrites]

Post Paper Hearts. That laugh and belly hug Scully gets as she tells him to get some sleep. I've always wondered what if Scully does something later that evening to a. Help him sleep that good post physical exertion sleep and b. Make sure that whatever that something is that she does, is something that ensures his sleep is filled nothing but the best kind of explicit non trauma inducing dreams.

Get Some Sleep

Rated X / 2266 words / posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“Mulder.”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

He smiles, moving the phone to his other ear and pinning it in place with his shoulder.

“How do you know I wasn’t?” he retorts as he swipes the remote off the coffee table and mutes the TV.

“I can tell by your voice,” she says plainly, clearly unashamed of knowing the difference between the cadence of his voice rough with sleep versus on hour six of a History Channel marathon.

But of course he knows every shade and tone of her voice, and could catalog them by mood. Scully fresh from sleep and irritated, Scully fresh from sleep and happily surprised to hear from him, Scully groggy at 3 am versus 6 am, Scully when she calls after waking from a nightmare, unsuccessfully hiding it behind an unlikely excuse. One ‘Mulder, it’s me’ and he knows if she’s excited, afraid, exhausted, annoyed, or—sparingly—flirtatious. He lives for those ones.

“Well, I had hoped this series on World War II would do the trick, but no dice. You got anything stronger than war documentaries, Doc?” he teases, nestling down further on the couch so that his head is propped against one armrest and his feet the other.

“Yeah, I have some Temazepam, but last time I gave that to you you said some questionable things I’ve yet to fully recover from,” she teases right back, and he feels his cheeks get hot.

He does recall the morning after that episode, and the way she avoided his eye. He was too embarrassed to ask what he’d done, and she was too embarrassed by whatever happened to make fun of him for it. All she would say was that no, he did not do anything inappropriate that he needed to apologize for, and asked that they leave it at that. But that was over a year ago, and time has a way of dulling the edges of shame.

“What did I say?” he asks, tucking his fingers under the waist of his sweatpants like they’re a giant pocket. “You never did tell me.”

There’s a dry, uncomfortable laugh from her end of the line. He pictures her lying in bed, wearing one of those practical silk pajama sets that she’s so fond of, the covers tucked up under her arms. Her face would be bare, freckles dusting her cheeks like sprinkles. One of these days, he might just have to throw caution to the wind and taste them.

“Nothing, Mulder. Do you have any melatonin?” she says, and he hears the rustle of blankets as she changes position.

“Come on, tell me,” he goads. “It was a long time ago, the statute of limitations on embarrassment has surely expired.”

“Oh, I’m not too sure about that,” she says on an exhale, and his cock twitches at the breathy quality of her voice. It’s the same one he imagines murmuring, ‘Harder,’ as he drives into her.

“Okay, I’ll play,” he says. “Did I hit on you?”

A pause.

“What makes you say that?” she asks. Not a denial.

“Well, in my experience, that kind of medication has a way of…removing your filter, so to speak,” he explains. “If I had to guess, which I do because you won’t tell me, I’m thinking that maybe some of the thoughts I typically keep in my head came out of my mouth.”

He feels nervous, though he hopes she can’t tell. Because if that is the case—that he vocalized any or all of the things he thinks about when he’s around her—he may have said anything from ‘I love you’ to ‘I want to know if your pussy tastes as good as I’ve imagined.’

Another pause.

“I’m not sure that any of those thoughts were in your head, Mulder,” she says softly, hesitantly. “I think maybe you were just high and spouting off nonsense.”

“Tell me what I said and allow me to clarify,” he implores, more curious than he is afraid to hear it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t bad enough that she behaved any differently around him afterward, aside from that one awkward morning.

He hears her swallow, and another shuffle of sheets. She clears her throat, and he waits, his heart beating steadily in his ears.

“Um,” she starts, haltingly. “You asked me some questions. About myself.”

He closes his eyes, hoping it wasn’t along the lines of ‘Do the carpets match the drapes?’

“You asked me about my underwear, actually. I think that’s how it started,” she adds.

“Oh,” he answers lamely, feeling exposed. Maybe asking for details was unwise.

“I believe the exact wording of the question was, ‘What do you got on under those baggy suits, G-Woman?’” she says, her tone much lighter.

“Oh,” he says again, his cheeks burning. “I’m sorry, that’s…”

“Inappropriate, yes,” she finishes for him. He can hear the coy little smirk on her mouth as she realizes she has the upper hand. “And then you told me that they must be thongs, because you have rarely detected a panty line.”

He sinks down further into the couch, trying to disappear.

“Jesus, Scully,” he says, wincing, and she laughs.

“It’s fine, Mulder. It didn’t bother me,” she insists. “I happened to be going through a bit of a crisis at that time regarding my lack of anything resembling a love life, so it was nice to know that someone out there was noticing my panty line—or lack thereof.”

He perks up a little, surprised and intrigued that she might receive such a gauche comment with anything but disgust.

“Hey, happy to be of service,” he jokes. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Well,” she says, considering. “You spent some time guessing my bra size, then admitted that you’d looked at the tag on one of them when packing my bag,” she says evenly. “And then…Actually, nevermind, I think that’s enough for one day.”

“What were you gonna say?” he demands, too curious to let it go. “I can handle it.”

His ears ring with anticipation, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“You just—you were very complimentary, Mulder,” she says carefully.

He wonders if he told her how he’s always been drawn to large-breasted women, but he finds her comparatively modest set insanely beautiful. Because they match her perfectly, just like her tight little ass. His cock twitches again, and he squeezes it over his sweats.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he says, straining to listen for the meaning between her words.

“You didn’t,” she assures him. “Like I said, it was the Temazepam talking. No harm done.”

“Right,” he agrees, though he knows that the only role the Tamezepam played was to make him stupid enough to say it all out loud. “What else did the Tamazepam say? Just out of curiosity,” he tries. A long, drawn out sigh from the other end of the line. “You’re killing me here, Scully.”

“You asked me…about…my hair?”

It comes out as a question, and he immediately knows what she means. He did ask her that stupid fucking question that every pervert she’s crossed paths with in her life has asked her with a greasy leer.

“Scully…no,” he says, bringing his hand up to cover his face.

“Yes,” she replies simply. “But I answered, which certainly encouraged you, so I do have to take partial responsibility for that.”

He pulls his hand away from his face, sitting up a little.

“You answered?”

His groin is starting to feel heavy again.

“Well, I think I knew you probably wouldn’t remember,” she says drowsily. This conversation appears to be having very different effects on them.

“So you just spouted off a bunch of salacious information knowing that I’d have no memory of it?” he asks, returning his hand to rest over his thickening cock.

“Maybe,” she mumbles.

“Tell me more,” he requests, trying not to sound too excited.

“Is it true that you looked through my underwear?” she asks, sounding detached.

He remembers doing it the first time, which is probably what he told her about. Perhaps even his drugged self knew that making her aware that it’s become a habit might be a disclosure too far. He’d been awestruck by the miniscule thongs and bikini briefs—even her granny panties were practically microscopic. Most of the things toward the front of the drawer were modest and made in neutral colors like beige or white cotton. But in the back? Black. Red. Satin. Lace. Even now he’s ashamed of how long he looked, how closely. How he ran his thumb over the cotton gusset of a pair of briefs and thought about how it had rested right against her cunt, snug between her legs. He’d never been jealous of a scrap of cotton before.

“I think ‘looked through’ is a bit of a misnomer,” he lies. “A passing glance. I’m a curious guy. And an apologetic one.”

She hums, and he can feel her smiling. There’s another rustle of fabric, and the plasticky tick of her repositioning the phone.

“You said…you heard me once. At a motel,” she says cautiously, slightly more alert. “Is that true?”

His mouth drops open and his cock surges, stiff and impatient. He slips his hand under his sweats and holds it lightly, giving it a few squeezes. There’s no way he told her about that; she must mean something else.

“What do you mean?” he asks, feigning ignorance.

Surely she doesn’t mean that he told her that he heard a sharp gasp and rushed to their adjoining door. Surely she doesn’t mean that he told her he was about to knock when he heard a long, low moan. Surely she doesn’t mean that he told her he sat on the other side of that door and jerked off while he listened to her make herself come. Surely he would never be that stupid.

“Um…in Seaside?” she offers, and he grips himself tightly.

“Wow,” he says, stupefied. “I…cannot believe that I told you that.”

He’s embarrassed, sure. But more than that, he’s amazed that she wasn’t disgusted, or offended, or violated. At least not enough to mention it or treat him any differently.

“Me neither,” she says lightly.

“That’s really…awkward. I’m sorry,” he says, but he’s stroking himself while he says it. His body is at odds with how to feel.

“Don’t be,” she says. “It didn’t bother me.”

He’s starting to wonder if ‘it didn’t bother me’ is Scully for ‘I liked it’.

“What if I told you that’s not the only time it’s happened?” he asks, his fist moving languidly up and down his shaft beneath his sweats.

“What if I told you that I already knew that?” she counters breathily, and a bead of precum makes a wet spot blossom over his lap.

“I would find that…surprising,” he answers, careful not to move his hand so fast that it jostles his voice.

“But not offensive?” she asks, and her voice is so tight, so breathy….he lets himself believe that it is what it sounds like.

“No,” he says firmly. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” she answers, almost a gasp.

“Hey Scully?”

“Uh huh?”

“What did you say? When I asked you about your hair?”

He’s so close already, somehow. Given, sex has been the furthest thing from his mind the last several days. He can’t even remember the last time he came.

“What do you think?” she asks coyly, sounding like she’s ascending a mountain.

“I think yes,” he suggests, and he’s picturing it. Her nude body, tiny waist and narrow hips, sweet little breasts, and a healthy patch of carmine hair at the apex of her thighs. She wouldn’t be the type to shave it all off. Armpits and legs, maybe, just for optics’ sake. But he can practically hear her arguing about the function of pubic hair, and the patriarchal roots of women’s beauty standards. She’d leave it all just as it grows, daring any man lucky enough to catch a glimpse to make mention of it.

“That is correct,” she says in her perfectly clinical, measured way.

That is correct, that the hair between her legs is just as red as the hair on her head. That is correct, that she has known for over a year that he listens to her touch herself from the other side of their shared motel wall, and that she keeps doing it anyway. That is correct, that she knows he’s prone to long looks in her top dresser drawer, and she’s never made any attempt to hide the contents as a result.

His mouth hangs open, silent, as he comes in his pants, the wet spot growing steadily as his hand slows and he draws it out. He bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut tight.

“Mulder?” she asks, again sounding drowsy.

“Yeah?” he answers in his best ‘definitely did not just have an orgasm’ voice.

“Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” she asks, an edge of a smile in her voice.

“Uh, yeah. I think so, maybe,” he answers, looking down at his ruined pants.

“Good. Night, Mulder.”

“Night, Scully,” he answers, customarily waiting until she hangs up before he ends the call.

“Oh, Mulder?” she says, trying to catch him.

“Yeah?”

“I seem to be missing a red lace thong, if you happen to know of its whereabouts. I’d like it back.” His mouth opens, but no sounds come out. “Just whenever you get a chance,” she adds, and then the line goes dead.

[k0kichiimagines]

✨Henlo✨

I'm back again with yet another wholesome request to give you really bad cavities because this is just to sweet

Okay okay hear me out

Marriage hcs with kokichi and fem!reader

I was JUST having an intense kokichi brainrot and I suddenly imagined myself marrying kokichi and all and Like- I CAN'T SLEEP NOW-

IMAGINE WEARING A PRETTY WHITE GOWN AND THEN SHARING YOUR VOWS WITH HIM AND THEN KISSING HIM UGH EHHDJDJSJJWNSNDNX As someone who's worn a white bridal gown in her life before, THE FEELING IS AMAZING. No I did not get married-

This guy has fr ruined me I'm such a simp for him help-

H I ‼️

MARRIAGE HCS MARRIAGE HCS MARRIAGE HCS MA-

- mod kokichi

kokichi x [F]reader

-> marriage head canons

cws : none

wife.

you're his wife.

as in fully his wife, hes waking up next to you every morning and watching you sleep softly and looking around the room that holds traces of you and him. as in the basket has a mixture of your clothes with his. as in there's jumpers on the floor he barely remembers who they belonged to first, but theyre comfortable so he's stealing them regardless. as in every night he gets to tease you for being sleepy.

despite his extroverted personality i think his proposal is more... toned down? its a quiet suggestion at night, a "y'know, i think you should marry me" to test out the waters. played off in thar joking manner, but you see his eyes glance to you to see your reaction, and once you agree with him he gains confidence

and then he fully asks you all sweetly, a bouquet of roses in the prettiest colour to you, a candle lit dinner, everything all nice. and he'll grab your hand and go down on one knee, and look you in the eye and tells you he loved you with a voice that's soft and serious, and he'll offer you a rose to complete your collection and "marry me?" and he'll hug you back so tightly when you fling yourself into his arms

and the wedding day!! he wears a white and purple suit, little accents of this and that, a checkered tie. he has all the members of dice be his best men and women. he pretends he's gonna sneak a glance of your dress, but he doesn't, he wants it to be a surprise. and your brides maids are assuring him you look so lovely, hair done pretty and jewellery.

and you do! you're always a princess in his eyes, but when you shyly meet his gaze in a white dress he suddenly falls in love with you all over again, he's suddenly reminded yours his and he's yours. and he might blink quick enough to stop any tears, only you notice them.

dance with him! he'll hold you so gently as you move across the dance floor, sneaking kisses with you, his wife. he'll call you his dearest wife, his sweet wife, his lovely wife the whole day (and for days after), and his flutters when you slip the word "husband" into your sentences.

he'll be all dramatic in your exit, he's bored of the guests (mius been holding back, but both her and kaito tut at that comment) and wants to spend nice time with his wife, calling you bridal style away. the second your alone though he's holding you in his arms and peppering your whole face in kisses, calling you so very pretty, his pretty wife

also he'll want you to wear the dress again, please keep it,

[skywalkerstyles]

Poly Relationship with Bakugou, Deku and Todoroki

Imagine 4: attention

Summary: the boys have been leaving you out quite a bit lately. It’s not fair is it?

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, aged up characters, 18+

It started with just them going to talk to a mutual friend of theirs when you saw them at the bar and they left you at the table until it was time to leave. Apologizing profusely once they remembered to come back to you.

You forgave them that time.

But then.

When the four of you went to the beach and Katsuki was teaching Shoto and Deku how to surf, you were so excited to learn too. But he said the waves were too high and it was too dangerous for you.

“Next time Teddy Bear. I promise.” He kissed you softly, a slight peck before joining the others in the beautiful water and surfing and laughing with them while you sat on the beach and watched.

But that was okay right? I mean, the waves were high so it wasn’t like he was lying or trying to hurt you.

Or how about two nights ago when everyone was home, a rare occasion because as Pro Heroes your boyfriends were almost always too busy. But they were home, sitting in the living room playing video games, nudging and shoving each other playfully.

You sat between Shoto’s legs, looking up at him with eager happiness.

“Can I play? Please?” You ask. Shoto glances down at you but doesn’t say anything, instead muttering a curse when Katsuki snipes him in the game.

“Next time doll.” Deku pipes up, eyes never leaving the tv. You sigh, pulling your legs to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. They don’t notice your tears.

But tonight. Tonight was the last straw.

They were at the kitchen table, liquor poured in little glasses, looking like liquid gold, monopoly out and a serious game going down. You could hear Katsuki yelling and berating Shoto and Deku from outside the house as you opened the door and came inside. Exhausted from a long day at work. You were Hawks’s assistant and though you liked him, he could be a handful.

All you wanted was a night with your boys. That’s it. One night.

“Hey,” you smile, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s shoulders and pecking his cheek. He grunts, too into the game to give a proper greeting. “Got room for one more?” You ask hopefully.

“We already started doll.” Deku responds, rolling the dice.

“It’s an intense game.” Shoto says.

“Yeah, no girls allowed.” Katsuki says in a teasing tone. That hurt. You slip your arms from around him, standing up and trying to blink back tears.

“O-oh. Okay.” You say in a defeated tone. You go to walk away when you feel Shoto’s cool hand wrap around your wrist. He brings the back of your hand to his lips and kisses softly.

“Next time little dove. Okay?” You nod, pulling your hand way and walking towards the bedroom.

But you go to your room. Not the bedroom you share with them.

You don’t bother turning on the light, instead you kick off your shoes and crawl into bed, burying yourself beneath the blankets. You son, knowing they’re too involved in their game to hear your heart broken cries. You wonder what you’ve done wrong. Do they not love you anymore? You feel so confused and sad, you hug a pillow to yourself and bury your face in it.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you hear the door open softly and the light switch flick on. You curl into yourself deeper, not wanting to acknowledge them.

“Y/N? Little dove? You awake?” You hear Shoto’s soothing voice by your ear. The bed shifts as threee bodies sit on it, Katsuki’s hand on your thigh, Shoto’s body pressed against your back and Deku’s hand tugging at the blankets hiding your face. He could easily pull the covers back if he wanted to, but he’s gentle, tugging lightly at the comforter.

“No.” You say hoarsely, throat sore from sobbing. “Go away.” They’re quiet for a moment, hearing the pain in your voice. You feel Deku tug more urgently at the blanket.

“Hey,” Katsuki says, squeezing your thigh, “baby what’s wrong? Talk to us.”

“Like you wanna talk to me?” He scoffs.

“The hell is that supposed to mean.” You sit up quickly, over come with rage as you flip the blanket off of yourself. Your eyes are no doubt puffy, nose probably- no definitely running, but you don’t care.

“You three ignore me for weeks and now you want to talk?” You snap, taking in their stunned faces. “For weeks I’ve tried talking to you and spending time with you but you don’t listen. You don’t give a damn. You’re so far up each other’s asses that you’ve left me out. Maybe I should just leave. Is that what you want? Are you tired of me?” Your voice cracks at the end. The fear of not being wanted by the men you love most is something your heart can’t fathom. You’d be lost without them.

It’s quiet, only your sobs are heard and then, strong, warm arms wrap around you. Deku pulls you into his lap, tucking your face into his neck and rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Hey. Hey baby, we’re sorry. We didn’t realize....I’m sorry baby. Please....please don’t leave.” You can hear his voice shake as he holds you closer. Shoto and Katsuki come closer as well, Katsuki resting his head against Deku’s other shoulder as he reaches up to brush your hair back and Shoto settling behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“We didn’t mean to baby.” Shoto whispers, kissing your shoulder. “I’m sorry. God I....we’ve been dicks. I’m so sorry little dove.”

“You know we couldn’t do this without you.” Katsuki whispers. You can tell he’s embarrassed, how clipped his words are, but there’s something else there as well. Shame? Guilt? “You’re the glue that holds us together. We’d be lost without you honey.” You feel yourself relax slightly, letting them pet and coo over you. You turn further into Deku’s arms and he just holds you tighter.

“Don’t leave.” He whispers. You can feel his hands shaking. “We’re idiots but we love you.” You smile a little, just a quirk of your lips.

“Can we go to the big bed? Mines much to small and you three have some making up to do for me.” You hear Katsuki chuckle as Deku lifts you into his arms and the three of you head towards the door.

“God I’ll do anything you ask me to baby.”

“We all will.”

[letters-from-eros]

I'm glad you're back from your hiatus 😊 can I request an imagine where the female reader is secretly dating Bakugou, and one day while changing, the girls see a hickey on the reader's neck. At the same time, the guys see Bakugou's back covered in scratches. The class puts the pieces together and sets up a plan to catch them in the act. Sorry if it's too detailed or long though 🥺 your blog is awesome!

A/N: I'm glad to be back, babes! This is a really cool request and there's no such thing as an overly detailed request. I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Form: One-Shot.

Warnings: Implied sex, harsh language (because its Bakugo we're dealing with here)

Left a Mark.

Katsuki is nothing short of a horny teenager when it came down to it. That was something you had to realize and understand. It was far from the first time he had left his mark on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be his last.

He was overall neutral to the idea of your relationship being secret, he was more happy to have you by his side then anything. People knowing that fact was an afterthought. But... The circumstances would become long forgotten when things would get hot and heavy between you two.

It was far from the first time you had to scold him for leaving a hickey on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be your last.

"Y/N!" Uraraka called out, her usual innocent tone unwavering.

"Hm?" You quickly looked at the girl who shouted your name, a small smile playing on your face. Everytime you look at her you get a reminder of Katsuki's crude nickname for her, 'Round-Face.' Crude, but certainly fitting.

"You have a hickey!" The smile quickly dropped and your cheeks warmed up like the sun was shining directly at them. It was hard to ignore the sudden feeling of so many eyes on you...

"Don't worry about it," You quickly dismissed, your eyes glued to the inside of your locker as you slipped on the rest of your gym uniform.

"I bet it was Shouto! I see the way you always look at him!" Mina teased and suddenly, the entire locker room erupted with your classmate's own assumptions on who had left the hickey on you....

"Yeah!! Get some, Baku-Bro!" Kirishima yelled out, in the locker room adjacent to the girls'. His voice echoed off the walls, only adding to the annoyance Katsuki got from him.

"Don't call me that, shitty hair!" Bakugo was quick to insult and refuse the "endearing" nickname his friend had to give before actually picking up on what he had to say.

The sudden and hard slap on his back was enough to get his attention and the overall ache it left was enough to get him to remember just what is on his back.

"Damn! The woman has a pair of claws on her! Who the lady?" Denki questioned with a borderline proud look on his face. He must be oblivious that he's truly rolling the dice with his life treating Bakugo this way.

"None of your damn business!!" Bakugo yelled, the majority of the males in the room were quick to mind their own business, but one more comment escaped someone's lips..

"Uraraka's nails have been getting kind of long, lately.."

Of course, the one and only Minoru Mineta would be stupid enough enough to make another comment while Bakugo was teeming with pure anger.

The girls and boys of 1A had exited the locker rooms practically at the same time, all choosing to selectively ignore the burning smell wafting off of Mineta and a small explosion sized hole in his uniform. They all stood in a scrambled bunch, all chatting amongst themselves. Honestly, it was no surprise that their teacher would be late to the class...

You stood beside Katsuki because its what felt natural. What neither of you knew is that you both were too embarrassed to even look at each other in the moment. Even after all the merciless teasing had ceased, the feeling of overall humility was yet so subside.

A thick wave of awkwardness surrounds you both, seemingly muting the gossiping whispers that actually centered around yourself and your hotheaded boyfriend..

"You guys won't believe it!" Mina excitedly whisper-yelled to the tightknit group of friends whom dubbed themselves the baku-squad. "Y/n had a hickey on her shoulder!"

"No way! Bakugo had scratch marks on his back right now," Denki responded, just as eager as Mina.

There was about three whole minutes of talking about who could've been the one who left the scratches and hickeys amongst the single-braincelled group of friends before the one voice of reason amongst the group spoke up.

"Guys, they left the marks of each other.." Sero finally explained, a disappointed tone hung from his words, he was truly waiting for when they would figure it out themselves but... Alas, it seemed as if he was the only one with a single problem solving cell is his body.

"Ohhhhhhh...." The three finally connected the dots before shifting their gaze to the pair standing next to each other. Did they always stand that close together, was a mutual thought between the group (and the answer was yes)

"Well are you sure its them? I had ending up betting on the hickey being from Shouto.." Mina mumbled, slightly upset. She wasn't against the idea of her two friends dating, more the fact that she lost a bet and had to treat a lot of people to food if Sero was right.

"Pretty sure," Sero exaggerated his words to create a sarcastic tone, but that only sounded like uncertainty to his friends.

"Well I actually bet on it being Y/n," Kirishima announced proudly. Through his slight bouts idiocracy at times, he knew his best friend well. "How are we gonna prove that its them, though?"

The question lead everyone to a similar solution.... Catch them in the act, of course. This group of kids were far from stealthy, but they were determined to make things work.

"Do you want to ditch these losers and head to my room?" Bakugo whispered into your ear, the warm breath paired with his low tone never failing to sense a shiver down your spine.

"Don't call our friends losers!" You whisper yelled, glancing at your closest friends who dotted across the dorm's kitchen. They were arguing over what food to eat when they studied, unknowing to the fact that yourself and Bakugo had already went over this subject together as a form of a date.

He rolled his eyes and straightened his posture from leaning down to your ear taking a half step away from you, assuming the reprimanding words overall meant a no.

"Hot chips are overrated!!" Denki yelled and you're first instinct was to glance towards your boyfriend, who was... Passionate about his hot food, to say the least.

"Fuck this!! You guys can fucking study on your own!" Katsuki already didn't want to be there, then Kaminari went and said some dumb shit.

But that wasn't the only fuel to his anger and when you get to know the hot headed boy, you can tell if what he says he's angry about is what he's angry about. Having been his partner for as long as you have, you could tell he wasn't storming away solely because Kami said he didn't like hot chips.

He was frustrated, so, so frustrated and sick of this "secret relationship."

He was thinking about his locker accident, way more than one would think he should be doing. Why couldn't he just answer the barrage of questions with a proud smirk? Were you not proud of him? Ashamed, even? Insecurity hit him like a fucking truck, and he couldn't even ask for a quick hug and words of comfort because.. Other people were around? It sounded stupid when really thought out, and he wish he did when you first asked for the relationship under wraps.

He took a sharp turn around and walked away, ignoring the pleas from the group of people who were far from academics, but you on the other hand were more concerned about Bakugo himself.

"Don't worry guys, I got him," You had mumbled to your friends before quickly scurrying away to follow him.

The plan was going good so far, since you two did separate from the group, not exactly on such negative pretenses but.. That was the goal.

"Bakugo!" You called to get no response, just him continuing forward in the direction of his dorm room.

"Bakugo, slow down!" Did he... Did he just start walking faster?

"Katsuki!" You yelled once you got to the hall his dorm was on, he finally stopped. "Tell me what's wrong."

He quickly turned to you, an unreadable emotion plastered on his face, the only thing that could be deciphered is that it certainly wasn't happy.

"Do you a-fucking-shamed of me or something?!" He yelled, his voice cracking along with your heart. It didn't take much thought to figure out he was upset about the current state of the relationship. Even though you thought you had gotten used to with his sudden yelling, you couldn't stop yourself from flinching away from the sudden harsh-sounding words.

"Katsu, of course I'm not. I'm so sorry for making you believe otherwise," You began what you meant to be a comforting speech but the blonde didn't let you continue.

"Then why the hell can't anyone know we're together, huh?! Why-" His angry yelling came to a halt when you put both hands on either side of his face. The feeling of your soft touch almoat instantly calmed him down.

"Look at me," You demanded, his red hues bore into yours, they were progressively getting softer by the second. "The only reason I asked for our relationship to be in secret is because I wanted to keep our love between us. You're my boyfriend no matter how many people know. I'll never be ashamed of you, I love you, K-"

A rushed, greedy kiss came from the slamming of Bakugo's lips onto yours, because in the end he is just a horny teenager who has a bad problem of not letting you finish your sentences.

"I told you!! I know my bro the best!" The kiss was quickly separated by both parties as Kirishima's voice pipes up, his volume never failing to surprise.

"Wh-What are you guys here for?!" Your stomach twisted with embarrassment, having been caught in the act of kissing Bakugo by your entire group of friends that stood at the end of the hallway.

"They saw the hickey and scratch marks you two left on each other and wanted to see if you both really were the ones who placed their mark on each other.." Sero mumbled out an explanation that you could barely pick up over Mina and Denki's own conversation about how much they loss betting that another person was "with" their friend.

"Well now they know.." After listening to the entertaining complains from Denki and Mina you spoke at a soft level only the boy beside you could hear, a fond smile placed gently upon your face. You don't think that letting other people in on the relation ship would be the worst thing.

"Maybe I should leave more hickeys on you, then.." A sly tone slipping out a mischievous smile.

"Katsuki!!"

[skzfelixity]

Being A Counter | The Uncanny Counter

Just moments and life with the counters because you deserve a non-blood related family like this one💕

You were the 4th one to join the squad, if you count Cheoljung out.

Your spirit guided you to eonni’s noodles and you were more than confused.

“Do I have to work at a restaurant?”, “Oh wait- you want me to eat, how thoughtful of you!”

“Just go inside!”

Your spirit was annoyed to say the least.

“We’re closed-”

They didn’t expect to see you so soon since their own spirits informed them about a new member an hour ago.

Ms Chu welcomed you with a warm hug, Hana with a nod and Motak kept eyeing you suspiciously.

“Does your spirit need glasses?”

Ms Chu glared at Motak’s remark about your spirit picking you.

Don’t take it personally, it’s literally Motak being Motak at first sight.

After some explaining of what the counters do, you were asked to join them and you didn’t hesitate to immediately accept.

Your instant response startled Ms Chu, earning a chuckle from Motak.

“What are you so surprised for? If she didn’t accept, she would die.”

“She might die doing this job too.”

It was literally a situation of instant death or possible death.

Let’s go with possible death for now.

Oh well, what’s cooler than saving people’s souls anyways?

All four of you grew closer mission after mission.

Even though Hana was still cold and distant, you found yourselves getting along pretty well. Training together almost every day.

Motak became like a father to you.

He no longer had this intimidating aura, from your point of view.

His mean remarks were more like ‘I care for you so I will tease you’

He cares deeply for all of you but he will never admit it out loud.

Ms Chu would always remind you to eat and stuff like that.

She was like a mother to you and it did radiate a sense of comfort.

She definitely acted like a mother but if you asked her, she would deny it saying she doesn’t care about you and then the next minute she will be asking you about your day etc.

Game nights !!!

Just imagine playing monopoly with them:

Motak going to jail for the 14th time, he was used to putting people in jail after all, whining about it until his turn comes again.

Always gets 5 when he rolls somehow.

“The dice is broken.”

Ms Chu with a lot of money, she definitely did not steal it from the bank when y’all weren’t looking, waving it like a fan in front of her face.

“Where did all this money come from?”

“My pocket?”

Hana laughing more frequently than she did before.

Overall spending time together apart from work was fun.

Strong bonds take time.

You did a pretty good job capturing spirits, maybe because of their low levels but still it wasn’t easy.

Like damn, you lost count of how many times Ms Chu treated your injuries.

Using her power also affected her health but she didn’t even let any of you go without treating even minor injuries.

Got to stop her once by saying, “We need a mom for the group.”

She at least knows you see her as a mother and that makes her beyond happy.

She wouldn’t hesitate to reduce her lifespan for all of you<3

One day you were all eating noodles when an idea popped in your head.

“Why don’t we wear matching clothes when we go on missions?”

No one seemed against it, Motak liking it a lot.

You did fight over the colour though:

You wanted red, he wanted grey.

You ended up getting both.

Soon enough, the day that you didn’t manage to catch an evil spirit came, following the death of Jang Cheoljung.

His spirit, Wigen, found another person to become a counter.

Aaaaand your 5th member joined you.

He wasn’t as quick as you to agree but what can you say? It was live or die for him.

So Mun, a high school boy living with his grandparents.

He didn’t seem promising at first but he proved his potential soon afterwards.

You had to save his ass because he was always in trouble. 

Episode 10 can’t happen, you kept him in check.

Time proved that something you missed in your bond was So Mun, the team felt complete with him.

He is the baby of the squad, everyone worries about him 24/7.

Sometimes you would just mess with him for absolutely no reason.

Car rides after a mission always go like:

“Can I rest my head on your shoulder?”

and So Mun falling asleep a few minutes later, with all his weight pressed on you.

You trying to stay comfortable while not touching Hana.

“Touch me and I will kill you.”

You heard it once and you both knew, you didn’t need to hear it again.

The sun is up after a mission? Ice cream.

Eat all you want Jangmul is paying.

The moon is up after a mission? Meat/Noodles.

Missions increased, introducing So Mun to the grey jackets and trousers.

I feel like red would still be his fave ones though.

“Oh Ms Chu, it matches with your hair!”

*smack* poor So Mun.

Working on the restaurant:

You, Hana & Mun serving while Motak and Ms Chu cooked.

Honestly? It was a mess.

Mun constantly dumping into either you or Hana, stepping on your feet from time to time.

Some customers being scared of Hana because of her face, choking on their food every time she passed by.

Zoning out while watching TV was a regular for you and Mun, it happened to Hana too though.

Ms Chu calling you three to take the bowls, no one knew she could yell that loud. Motak often joining you in serving just to not hear her getting ignored.

Whenever high school boys came to eat, you could feel Motak’s glare from inside the kitchen.

“So Mun, tell them to leave.”

Poor Ms Chu had to hear Motak complain about high school boys’ poor mannerisms.

He doesn’t want you around boys, you’re too young for that.

That one time you broke a table, oh man.

“Oops?”

Ms Chu was furious, Motak laughing at the customers’ faces.

Had to clean the huge mess, So Mun offering to help.

You and So Mun? Besties.

You went to school together every morning, same class.

You two, Ungmin and Juyeon spent almost every break together, eating snacks and making fun of each other.

Always made sure to hide you when Hyeoku was around, he just knew this certain bully had a crush on you.

One time, he noticed Hyeoku making his way to your table holding some sort of candy. He immediately dragged you away.

Ended up looking at a wall, Mun claiming he wanted to admire the red and brown bricks with you.

He just doesn’t want you around Hyeoku because he is dangerous, no other reason:)

Having dinner at his house? At least once a week.

His grandparents obviously adored you. His grandma being able to recognise and remember you, well most of the time.

His grandpa’s jokes about you two becoming a couple, never failed to make you smile. His grandma complimenting you with the sweetest grin on her face.

Sleepovers happened a lot, usually falling asleep while discussing about evil spirits and all.

Hana warmed up to the team more. She started seeing you and Mun as her younger siblings, always taking care of you and looking out for you in her own way.

You were all cleaning one day when Jangmul stormed into the store.

“What do you spend all this money on?!”

Long story short: Motak, You and So Mun were guilty for spending too much on your stomach needs.

“All this money for food?!”

He wasn’t that mad, he just thought y’all bought a house and didn’t tell him beforehand. Motak threw him a bag of chips to calm him down.

Yep, Jangmul ate them all.

“You want to eat the bag too?”

A lot of dancing, especially when in a good mood during shifts.

Of course So Mun tripped countless times, wdym.

You had each other’s backs, there was no reason to worry.

You were a family and the restaurant was your home.

[dangan-imagine-plus]

Hello! Could you please do something for Fuyuhiko, Gundham, Kokichi and Shuichi? Getting protective/defensive over a shy and timid fem reader. Thank you!

warnings: Swearing and mentions of being hit on by people unconsenually.

First imagine on this blog! Hope you like it! Sorry it took so long, accidentally got distracted 😅. I’m also sorry but for not doing Shuichi but I couldn’t imagine him being that assertive, however you can send it back in with only Shuichi and maybe one of the other mods will do it. -Mod Ouma 💜

Fuyuhiko Kuzuruya 

You and Fuyuhiko are an interesting match-up: a quiet shy girl and a loud angry yakuza, needless to say people were surprised by your relationship, but you two were happy so no one really made any comments, especially because this is Fuyuhiko we’re talking about.

Fuyuhiko honestly tries to keep you away from everything that could frighten you or hurt you in any way. Enlisting Peko when he couldn’t be around or when both of them were busy, getting his most trusted bodyguard to look after you. He loves you more than he could ever admit to your face but he shows that in protection and his own special way.

Today you guys went to a new amusement park that showed up for an event, -you had to beg Fuyuhiko to go- and you saw a stuffed animal that you just HAD to have. So as the strong boyfriend he was, he decided he would win it for you.

This particular day Fuyuhiko didn’t employ bodyguards to look over you because, “I’m the ultimate yakuza damnit and I’ll be damned if I can’t protect you myself.” Just one problem, some creepy man had noticed you and started commenting on your looks when Fuyuhiko was busy.

The vendor had handed your boyfriend the plush and he turned around, the sight that greeted him, filling him with anger. You being almost cornered by this guy, looking obviously highly uncomfortable but too timid to reject most of his advances.

What really pushed him over the edge is the man's hand on your arm, while he said a sexual pickup line.

“OI! DIPSHIT! Get Your Fucking Hand OFF OF HER!!!” This boy is pissed. The man just bent down and retorted “Didn’t you ever learn to respect your elders little boy?”

Fuyuhiko while fuming, kicked the man in one of his kneecaps then as the man fell to the ground he grabbed your arm putting you behind him (despite your height). He got out his phone and made a call, almost instantaneously Peko arrived and you two walked out of the festival.

“Fucking hell, The Fucking Audacity Of Some Dickheads!!!” Needs you to calm him down, hold his arm, too angry for an actual hug.

Gundham Tanaka 

Gundham isn’t afraid to challenge someone or speak up, so whenever you need it he’s there. Additionally with his mindset, Gundham genuinely believes that you two are royalty to the dark world and he will do anything to protect his queen, whether that includes speaking for you, help build confidence or keeping you as safe and protected as a royal should be without overwhelming you too much. 

You personally weren’t an ultimate but that doesn’t mean Tanaka would treat you any differently, he actually found it quite nice, usually his class would be in all types of trouble, so being able to be with someone who is naturally calm and doesn’t cause much a ruckus is perfect for him, and he loves to relax with you, especially after a long day.

Gundham once warmed up, likes talking about his problems and what happened that day. That means you always have an interesting story which always interests you, but listening to these stories makes you want to experience them. Asking Gundham to accompany him to school one day was easy but the convincing was a little harder as he knew that you might get hurt or have something happen to you so naturally he was apprehensive.

“My dark queen, the mortal class I reside in is not one that fits the requirements for your godly presence. It will be worse than the 4th layer of hell, I shall not taint your beauty with mortal ignorance.”

However after enough reassurance he eventually let you come with him, of course checking with hope’s peak first. As you know though, Hope's peak will do anything to further the students talents so if you help him do that, then they will let you there any day. 

When you first got there, all the girls gawked over you and asked how Gundham got someone so level headed and pretty, a little jealousy from Sonia, but she seemed to get over it pretty quickly. Gundham had to pull you away from the crowd before you got too overwhelmed however and the problem started with the perverts.

“Bonjour sweet cupcake, would you like to take a dip in my fros-” Teruteru gets punched in the face as he tries to flirt with you by Hiyoko. “You’re hotter than a malfunctioning engine.” Soda pipes in before Gundham pulls you away from them both towards the door.

 “If you mere mortals cannot respect my lady then we shall vacate the filthy premises.” He stops, lets go of your hand and gets real close to the two boys “If I shall witness thee talk about the queen of darkness again, my twelve zodiac generals will teach you fowl perverts a great lesson about respect.”

Kokichi Ouma 

A shy and timid S/O, oh you mean a perfect teasing buddy. Seriously he will do lots for the sole purpose of making you flustered, however he’s the only one allowed to do so. If anyone (namely Miu) tries to do anything like that ooh boy will it be a messy situation. Lots of insults and bad (like mentally hurting) pranks thrown their way. 

However if you are in a relationship with this man, especially if he trusts you, he will protect you, lie for you, talk for you and really do anything for you. Lets be honest here, no one really expected you two to be together, with all the flirting with Saihara most if not all just assumed he was gay. That paired with your personality really shocked everyone, it just didn't seem very likely.

He tried to keep your relationship private because of multiple factors whether that be safety from the danger of the organization, because he most likely has enemies. Personal image, not that that matters more than you, but as the ultimate supreme leader he can’t be seen as weak or soft. Kokichi also didn’t want to be put in a position where he had to choose you or something else, so be patient, a relationship with Kokichi isn’t going to be easy. That’s why he loves you even more, because you still stay with him despite all this.

(Sorry got off track there)

 Nonetheless it got out and people knew now. Kokichi likes PDA, mostly for showing everyone who you “belong” to, since they know of your relationship. God forbid someone flirt with you, Kokichi gets really mad at the person and though he doesn't show it too much, he will insult and mess with the person so much mentally, it’s not fun at all.

This showed especially one day when you were at lunch waiting for Kokichi in both of your free periods, a DICE rival they pranked one too many times. He came up to you sitting down and pretty obviously bad mouthing Kokichi, trying to convince you, he could give you so much more than Kokichi ever could, and that he’d never hide you. 

Kokichi however had just walked into earshot of the dude, catching every word and getting extremely upset, part of him wondering if that was true, could he really give you more than the supreme leader. Besides what he was wondering, he also saw you, extremely uncomfortable looking like a bunny being hunted by a predator. Trying to inch your way away from him, choosing to stay silent, but the boy just wouldn’t give up, moving closer and upping the ‘dump him, date me’ talk. 

Kokichi calmly walked over, grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, landing you in his chest, looking at the male with an unexplainable expression. Looking back to you he said “Crackerjack, you know, talking to shit eating toilets isn’t sanitary.” he turned to the man, face darkened, grin widened and the iconic finger over his mouth. “I hope you choke on the shit you talk, fucking hoe.”

[kokichixreaderthings]

Head cannons of Kokichi finding out that his s/o is being bullied. I just imagine him sending dice after them

kokichi x reader who is being bullied headcanons <3

this is pretty wholesome 😳 i like the idea of kokichi protecting his s/o no matter what! and thanks for the request!

kokichi never wants you to get hurt!

sure he teases you a lot...but he’s the only one allowed to do that!

and he only does that because he loves you!

you’re everything to him, and anytime he sees you upset at all his immediate instinct is to comfort you and make you smile!

and he has noticed that you’ve been more upset lately...

he doesn’t pry too much, since he doesn’t want to make you even more upset

but he does ask you what’s wrong on more than one occasion

“Y/n, what exactly made my beautiful lover look so sad? You can tell me y’know!”

if you give him excuses, he knows that you’re lying

but he’ll try to leave it alone until you’re ready to tell him, again he doesn’t want to make you upset!

so instead of pestering you too much, he just offers you his support!

“Welll, I guess I’ll just have to give you kisses until you’re happy again! C’mon! Come here!”

but eventually the secret comes out...

either you tell him you’re being bullied or he sees it with his own eyes 

if you decide to tell him...

he know he shouldn’t lie and joke right now so he won’t, instead just listening to your every word, holding your hand and squeezing it tight

he didn’t actually expect you were being bullied, of course the thought did cross his mind, but he didn’t entertain it

because he doesn’t understand how someone would bully someone as amazing as you!

how?? what would they even make fun of you for????

you’re just so cute and so lovable and so beautiful and you’re just all of these incredible things so how would someone bully you?!?!

it didn’t make sense at all for him!

and he’s hugging you as soon as you finish explaining

“Jeez, they’re such idiots. You’re so awesome, Y/n! They shouldn’t even be allowed in your presence!”

honestly, he’s angry. angry at those “people” who tried to hurt you, angry that he couldn’t protect you

he’ll try to keep calm...

but it’s hard!

his mind keeps rushing to ways he can get them back, like certain pranks he can pull on them that would really hinder their life 

but he has to make sure you’re okay with that first

“Do you need me to plan revenge or anything like that? Because D.I.C.E. and I could 100% help you out!”

if you say yes, he’s on it immediately!

he starts thinking of extensive plans, and of course D.I.C.E. is involved!

they make sure your bullies never bully you again!

but if you say no, he’ll still give dirty looks and sly comments to them

and if he sees you getting bullied...

he’s even angrier at being the one to witness it and he can’t really calm himself down

someone hurting his beloved? seriously??

if it’s online...

he’s messaging them. he’s using all the sarcastic replies he possibly can. and he uses periods and correct grammar in every sentence to instill fear.

‘hi. i heard you were harassing y/n. do you care to tell me why?’

he doesn’t give into his anger and lash out because he knows that acting like the bigger person is going to annoy them

so no matter what he just types like this.

it’s gotta scare them off at some point!

‘i’ll have you know I have ways of making your life way worse. so i suggest you don’t continue harassing my lover. thank you.”

it ends up working!

 if he sees it in person...

he immediately walks up to them and starts pulling out his best insults

“Oh? Are you trying to hurt my wonderful significant other? You really think someone like you should be allowed to do that?”

he won’t stop talking and if you tell him to stop, he...won’t

he just wants these bullies to leave you alone! and he knows they won’t do that unless they’re scared away not!

but if it really makes you uncomfortable he’ll leave

if not he’ll just leave when he’s satisfied!

“Now don’t talk to me or y/n ever again. They’re wayyy too beautiful for you!”

and if the bullying is physical...

he’ll step in

he’s not the best at fighting but he’s not letting you get hurt, no matter what

he’ll push you away from the scene, protecting you, and then face the bullies

if they hurt him, he’s fine with it! he’ll take any amount of damage as long as you’re okay

and there’s no way he’s letting them win this fight anyway

you’ll have to patch up his wounds when you two leave

but it’s okay, because he’ll patch up yours too!

overall, however he finds out about the bullying, and no matter what type it is, he’s comforting you all day

he really loves you, and he doesn’t want you to feel upset ever again!

“I know I lie a lot but I’m here for you, y/n. if that ever happens again, tell me, okay?”

expect a lot of cuddles!

thank you for reading! reminder that kokichi ouma loves you !

[hebimoonlightwrites]

I want to participate in the hypmic dynamic, yumeno gentaro with the word maid pls

Writer’s corner: Yes, sure! Here it is! They’re a few headcanons and little scenario I’ve imagined. Hope it’s fine! Anyway, PLEASE, if someone who can draw reads this, PLEASE, reblog this and draw a Gentaro maid or... the other Fling Posse with those outfits I've imagined them with...!! I NEED IT XD

Warnings: none

⋆𝓨𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸⋆ 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓭~

⋆It’s pretty difficult to write something about Gentaro with the word “maid”, but I’ll try to anyway!

⋆We all know how Gentaro gets along with both Dice and Ramuda. Even if his relationship with Dice goes on with tease, he still gets along with him, so he does with Ramuda.

⋆Especially from Hypmic ARB’s events we’ve seen that Ramuda even calls his friends up when he needs more inspiration for his new clothes’ designs (Shocking! Vivid⋆inspiration! event).

⋆That’s why I imagine one day Gentaro being called up by Ramuda again. He doesn’t really know why that pink-haired guy has called up, but would decide to close the green-covered book that he’s reading and exit the cafe he always goes to, heading to the shop of his small friend.

⋆Since Gentaro has a lot of imagination and loves to watch people while walking and making up imaginary stories about them, I headcanon him creating a possible reason of that call in his mind. He’d definitely walk in the streets and think something like:

“Maybe he calls me because he’s in trouble? Perhaps one of his model has decided to kidnap him? Or he’s probably dead and he’s trying to make me discover how he has and who’s the culprit?”

⋆Then he would totally be like: “Well.. I should write a new novel about these ideas..”

⋆When he reaches Ramuda’s shop’s door, he’d immediately see Dice approaching. The blue-haired guy would wave at him then ask what he’s doing there. The both would start talking about the fact that Ramuda has called up and realize the pink-haired has called up both. Why? They still don’t know.

⋆After this, both Gentaro and Dice would ring the doorbell and wait until they see that small Ramuda opening the door and happily jumping to hug them.

⋆"Yooo~ I was waiting for you!! Finally you’re here, Gentaro and Dice~!"

⋆That’s when Gentaro and Dice would share a quizzical expression, then look again at Ramuda, who would jump again forward a stack of clothes. He’s going to use them as models again?

⋆”Oh, maaaan..! Please, tell me we’re not playing the models’ roles..! Not again! I was even busy gambling”, that’s what Dice would say in my opinion, starting to think of a possible excuse to use to run away. Gentaro, on the other hand, would also be pretty curious of knowing what was the reason of that call, so he’d wait to discover it and, if he needs to, he’d make up an excuse to escape too, but later.

⋆”I know you’re wondering why I’ve called you both.. It’s simple. I want to play with you~!”

⋆After this explanation Gentaro and Dice would be even more speechless. Just... why? But, hey! That’s Ramuda! He usually comes up with something weird, no? The day he won’t, I know it will be the end, and Gentaro and Dice knows it too.

⋆That’s when the three of them would sit, respectively Ramuda on the pink armchair and Gentaro and Dice on the yellow sofa. Then the pink-haired guy would take a giant board and a small colorful sock, which seems to be full of little pieces of paper. That’s when Ramuda would say it’s a present from one of his model and explain the game’s rules.

⋆”Nee-san told me it was funny! I wanted to try it with you~!”

⋆Basically it consists in rolling the dices and making the pawn moving. Each square consists of a random challenge and two players have to face each other. The winner goes on playing, the loser has to pick a random word from the sock and wears what it’s written on it as a penitence.

⋆”Ahahah! It’s going to be funny, I’m sure~!!.. Do you want to play with me? Pleaseeeeeee~~”, Ramuda would be so excited.

⋆"OoaaRGh, I’m in!! Let’s play!!”, Dice would be happy to play too, as long as there’s even the slightest chance of winning, he’s always ready to play, to risk.

⋆”Uhh.. Alright. I’ll play too..”, Gentaro would say, tired, but secretly couldn’t wait to see what stupid and embarrassing costume Dice will wear!

⋆The three friends would start playing. First turn: Ramuda. He’d roll the dices and get a 6, then move his pawn 6 squares forward and read the challenge aloud: “Face the player next to you to eat-”... he would stop and look blankly for a moment. Yes.. He has to challenge Dice to eat as many peas as possible.. Guess what? Ramuda HATES peas.

⋆”Well... It’s going to be pretty easy to win!!”, Dice would say, starting eating. On the other hand, Ramuda would look at that plate of peas without saying a word, even trying to hold his breath. In a few seconds, Dice would finish his plate of peas and, of course, win the challenge. You can imagine how stupidly happy he would be (awww).Then Ramuda would pick a word from the sock and end up dressing like a mustard- (...Oh, man... XD sorry-)

⋆”Ahahah~ It’s funny!”

⋆Next turn: Dice. Again, he’d roll the dices and get a 12! Man!! He’s called Dice and know how to roll dices (well.. not really.. but today he’s luckier!). He has to face Gentaro in a simple lucky game. Ramuda would have held two lollipops, one smaller than the other one. The player who would have gotten the bigger one would have won. You can imagine how this kind of based-on-luck games would excite Dice, who spends much time at gambling.

⋆Finally the time to see Dice in a bizarre costume has come. Even if Gentaro gets along with him, he’d be pretty curious to see the blue-haired gambler dressed up like.. maybe a princess? Yea, totally funny and embarrassing!

⋆Both Gentaro and Dice would approach Ramuda then, and choose the lollipop, sweating a little because of the anxiety.

⋆As you can imagine, because of the request, of course, Gentaro would lose and get the smaller lemon-flavoured lollipop.

⋆”Ow... too bad, Gentaro~”, Ramuda would say but secretly curious of seeing his friend dressed up like something unusual. While Dice.. Yeah, we totally can see him jumping around happily, saying that he’s the best and that his blood is truly a true-gambler-type-one!

⋆Sighing Gentaro would pick a piece of paper from the colourful sock, hoping to get a casual clothes combination.

⋆”Nee~? What have you gotten, Gentaro~?”, the pink-haired guy would stand in his tip-toes in order to read what that novel writer has took, then start laughing. This laughter would attract Dice’s attention who’d laugh and tease Gentaro too.

⋆After some minutes spent refusing to dress up like a maid, Gentaro would do it, forced because of Ramuda, who knows many things about him, even secrets---oopsiee!!

⋆”If you don’t wear this maid dress, Gentaro.. 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓓𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷~!”

⋆Dice would surely spend the entire game-time making fun of poor Gentaro but then end up forced to dress up like a mermaid-

⋆”AAaaRgGH!! I don’t want to play anymore! This game is STUPID!”

⋆”Well.. At least I’ve seen you dressed up like a sweet and adorable mermaid.. I should write a novel about it..”, Gentaro would tease.

⋆”𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓪𝓪𝓐𝓡𝓰𝓱, 𝓢𝓗𝓤𝓣 𝓤𝓟-!”

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[nataliedanovelist]

GF - The Sapling of His Labors

A Drifting Stars AU one-shot, in collaboration with @clownwry.

1st, 2nd, 4th.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford hummed an old tune to himself as he worked on dinner. Rather than sitting in front of a fire-pit in the middle of nature, butchering food to make it edible, he was blessed to be standing in a humble kitchen with a stove, cabinets, counters, and everything. The only thing he didn’t have was a fridge or freezer, but that was okay. Ford worked calmly and at his own pace as he chopped up the onion, blinking the burning feeling away, and he used his knife to scoop the diced pieces of onion into the hot skillet, and it sizzled and immediately smelled good.

Ford smiled as he added the green bell pepper, and other delicious things from the garden, and then he gave the veggies and herbs a stir with his hand-carved wooden spoon. Estimating that dinner would be ready soon, he walked across the kitchen, through the living room with a fireplace, two rocking chairs, and a large homemade three-way desk with two chairs, and to the front door. 

The top half of the dutch door was already open, so he leaned against the bottom half of the door to watch his little girl run around with other kids her age, playing tag. “Mabel, honey, dinner!” He called. “Will you please bring some water when you come?”

“Okay!” Mabel called back cheerfully, and Ford trusted her to end the game soon and say goodnight to her friends as he went back to dinner.

The veggies were cooking well, so Ford threw some of Mabel’s special homemade butter into another pan, let it melt, and then he carefully laid two filleted fish down to cook.

The bottom half of the dutch door opened and Mabel came in with a bucket of water from their well. She grinned at the sight of him and sat the bucket down to use a ladle to pour some water into wooden cups. “Ms. Mahogany asked about you again.”

“Oh?” Ford raised an eyebrow at her, his smile still present.

“Yeah, I told her how just last night you told me you were lonely and only wanted someone to hold at night…”

Ford barked a laugh that Mabel joined in with, but she continued as she set the table. “Then she said her son is still single if…”

“Mabel, please!” Ford guffawed with rosy cheeks as he flipped the fish. “I wish you would stop trying to set me up with everyone in town.”

“But I’m a great matchmaker!”

“I know you are. Why not focus on someone else’s love-life?” Ford suggested as he began to plate the veggies.

“I don’t really care about everyone else’s love-life.” Mabel said with a shrug as she sat.

Ford snorted as he platted the fish on top of the veggies, one plate slightly smaller than the other.

“Well, not nearly as much as I care about you.” Mabel elaborated, and smiled sweetly at her uncle as he turned to set the food at the table. “I just want you to be happy, Grunkle Ford.”

The old man was a bit surprised by this, but he smiled softly and said, “I am happy, darling.” He sat the plates and himself down where they belonged, then patted his lap. “Come here.”

The girl didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap and let him hug her. “I’ve got you.”

“Yeah, but imagine how much happier you’d be if you had me and a partner!” Mabel said optimistically.

Ford chuckled and brushed her shoulder-length hair with his six fingers. “Sweetie, I’m much happier now than I ever thought I would be.”

Mabel grinned at him and hugged him around the neck, allowing Ford to squeeze her gently and hug her back.

A little while later they sat by the fireplace, Ford in his rocking chair, and Mabel by his socked feet, propping her back against his leg as she knitted away. Ford used to tease her and wonder why he even built her a rocking chair, but once she explained she felt more comfortable against him, he let it go. Maybe next time they go to the store, he should trade fish for fabric so he can build a couch.

The eldest read a book out-loud while Mabel knitted, their favorite thing to do in the evening, when all they had for light was the fireplace and lanterns and the stars, but there were no stars tonight. Rain peacefully trickled down outside. They left the dutch door open to enjoy the smells and sounds and cool air, not a hint of a storm in sight.

Ford was enjoying the book, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed looking down at his beautiful girl. The sounds of her needles clicking as she worked, the way her brown eyes twinkled, the blush on her round cheeks, the shine in her hair. Ford had no idea what in the Multiverse he did to deserve her… No, he didn’t deserve her, but he was still grateful for her, and beyond happy he somehow managed to give her a happy life.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford was very excited, too excited to let his little girl sleep in too much. True that he purposely got up early to get the eggs, milk the cow, and let the sheep out for her, but he decided to surprise her earlier rather than later, so he made her some pancakes and eggs, squeezed her some fresh orange juice, put a pretty flower on the tray for decoration, and tucked the present wrapped in parchment and card under his arm.

A soft knock alerted Mabel of company, and her door opening and a warm voice fully woke her up. “Mabel, honey,”

She grinned and sat up in her bed. Ford had no regrets. All his hard work was worth it for that smile. “Happy Birthday.”

Mabel was absolutely delighted by the sweet surprise, but a bit disheartened when she saw no plate for her uncle. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him, still too used to his bad habit of skipping meals so she could eat. Well, he didn’t have to do that anymore. “Grunkle Ford, where’s your breakfast?”

Ford smiled and chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s all fixed and downstairs waiting for me.”

Mabel smiled again and said, “Why don’t you eat up here with me? Then I’ll open my present!”

Ford nodded. That seemed like an even better idea than eating separately. So Ford retrieved his mug of coffee and pancakes, and when he sat at the foot of Mabel’s bed, she opened the card. There was no glitter to decorate it with and the card wasn’t nearly as colorful as Mabel would have made it, but Ford still drew plenty of pretty pictures for her and wrote plenty of kind words, and more importantly, he made it just for her.

Mabel grinned and thanked him for the card, sitting by her nightstand and candle so she could see it every day, and then she tore into her present. She gasped happily and squealed at the gift. Mabel had seen Ford sew here and there, but she didn’t know this was what he was working on.

It was a large quilt. It had many different patches, some with colors, some with pictures of animals, one with a shooting star and one with a six-fingered hand. There were so many different patches that Mabel felt she could look and look without seeing every detail.

Ford rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I asked everyone in town if they had scraps of cloth. I wasn’t sure what to get you, but you deserve something nice, and…”

“Grunkle Ford, I love it!” And Mabel let her new quilt fall on her lap so she could hug him tightly around the waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll use it forever! I love you, thank you!”

Ford chuckled and hugged her back tightly. “Y-You’re welcome.”

It wasn’t much, but it was better than what he could have done for her before.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford ran as fast as he could. He didn’t care how sharply branches pricked his face or how many times he stubbed his toe on a rock or tree root. The screaming rang in his ears. Mabel needed him.

He was grateful to find Mabel up in a tree, safe, but not for long. At the base of the tree was a giant black bear, roaring and growling and scratching the tree. It wouldn’t be long until the bear decided to try to climb. Ford gritted his teeth and allowed instincts to take over, animal vs animal.

Ford threw a rock and it hit the bear on the neck, making it forget the human cub in the tree and turn to the adult to roar warningly. Then Ford shot his crossbow and it hit the bear right in the shoulder, close to the chest, but not quite enough to kill it, only to anger it. Mabel screamed for Ford to run away, to get away, but Ford stood his ground as the bear charged at him and he rolled out of the way just in time, then shot the bear again, this time hitting it’s back.

The bear turned and roared at Ford, and he was prepared to pull the knife out of his boot and do some real damage, tired of giving warnings that the bear wasn’t hearring. But then something made everyone freeze. A small wheezing roar. A squeak from a cub. The little baby black bear ran out from the bushes and to its mother, who nuzzled the cub with her nose and stood protectively. Ford lowered his crossbow and nodded. Mabel must have accidentally stumbled across the cub, must have gotten too close, and the mother was being overprotective.

The mother roared once more at the humans and ran off into the woods with her cub, taking the arrows lodge in her with her. Well, good. That’s what she gets for going near Ford’s niece. Speaking of…

Ford turned to the tree and looked up at the frightened girl. “Mabel, are you hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.” Mabel looked at the spot where the bears disappeared and bit her lip. “I… I didn’t even see the baby one…”

Ford smiled and nodded. “It’s alright. You’ll find parents are quite protective of their kids. Can you climb down?”

Mabel nodded and carefully made her way down the tree. When she was about halfway down, she leaped into Ford’s arms and they hugged each other tightly, the crossbow still in Ford’s hand.

“Oh, Mabel, I was so worried…”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…”

“Shh, hey, it’s alright. I’m not mad.”

“I thought you… I thought…” Mabel mumbled into his shoulder, her grip on his coat extremely tight.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.” Ford muttered to her as he walked them home. “I’ve got you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford walked home from the ocean, smiling with the large net filled with fish on his back. Mabel was with the sheep, as usual, and smiled and waved when she saw his safe return. The leaves were changing colors and the air was getting more comfortable and crisp. Soon winter would be with them, and rather than fish for money, Ford planned to build music boxes and carve toys, a brilliant idea Mabel had when she noticed how he missed tinkering and building. He enjoyed fishing, but it wasn’t like the old lab work that made him proud.

The next day, like always, Ford walked home and saw Mabel among the sheep, but this time she was chatting with a boy her age. Ford had seen the boy before, Mabel labeling him as a friend, but the old man couldn’t help but wonder if he should be putting money away for a small wedding, a thought that made his blood boil and his heart swell at the same time.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford gave the soup another stir before ladling it into a bowl. Poor Mabel sat on the newly built couch, wrapped in her quilt, close to the fire, her cheeks and nose cherry red and dark circles under her eyes as she sneezed and coughed. Ford wasn’t as worried for her as he normally would be; it was just a bad cold. She would be alright. 

Weirdly enough, Mabel’s brain had decided to call it quits and she was nothing more than a rag doll, barely interactive and aware of her surroundings, which was fine by Ford. He could take care of her and the house just fine. He smiled softly and sat next to her, holding out a spoonful of warm soup for her. “Here you are, my dear. This will make you feel better.”

Shakily Mabel ate the bite she was given, but it burned and made her cough roughly. Ford rubbed her back and stirred the soup to cool it down a little. “That's it, easy does it. There we go, I’m sorry, sweetie.”

The second time was the charm; Mabel was able to swallow a second spoonful of warm soup no problem. She actually made a weak smile, then muttered to Ford, “Thanks Daddy,” and coughed roughly into her quilt. She patiently waited for her next spoonful, unaware of what she had done to Ford.

She had said it so innocently, so quietly… Was it possible, that in her weakened state, Mabel thought she was back home with her father? Even though she seemed out of it, she did seem aware of where they were; a few minutes ago, when Ford was making the soup, she had asked if the sheep were put away. And she had thanked Ford for making the soup when he first started on dinner. So, maybe, there was a small possibility that Mabel knew exactly who she was talking to, and she articulated with a title that felt fitting to her.

Ford smiled with a bit lip and held out the spoon filled with soup for her. “Y-You’re welcome.”

He smiled sympathetically as she sniffed again, her poor sinuses turned against her. But then she sniffed again, louder, and Ford began to notice it sounded different…

He also began to notice he was sore. And lying down. And wrapped up, like he was tucked in for bed.

Ford was pulled from his dreams and was sluggishly half-awake, his eyes still closed, and he bought his body some time to gather some strength by paying attention to his blind surroundings.

He could hear and feel a fire going. He was lying in a sleeping bag on the ground, and he could tell there were other things keeping him warm and wrapped up. Some damp cloth was on his forehead. And he could hear crying.

Ford forced his eyes open slowly and he discovered someone had taken his glasses off. He forced himself to work with his blurry vision and he sat up a little, leaning on his arm for support in search of his niece. She sat a few feet away, in a tight bundle. If Ford had to guess, she was hugging her knees and hiding her face in her arms and knees. “Mabel…”

She lifted her head up quickly, but then hid her face again, looking away from him and wiping her face dry with the sleeves of her coat. 

“Hey, no,” Ford said softly, taking the damp cloth off his forehead. “None of that, you don’t ever have to hide anything from me. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“N-No,” Mabel cleared her throat and finally turned to look at him; he was a little disheartened to see her trying to smile and still hide what was bothering her. “I’m okay. H-How do you feel? Tea is almost ready.” And she scooted closer to the fire on her knees to check on the teapot.

Ford sighed tiredly, his lips tight to try to keep her from hearing it. “Mabel…”

“Oh, here!” Mabel reached into a pocket of her uncle’s backpack and pulled out his glasses for him. “I thought I’d better take them off you so your face wouldn’t hurt.”

Ford smiled and accepted the visual aid. “Ah, thank you.” He slipped his glasses on and more clues came to his senses.

They were in the middle of the desert. Well, not entirely in the middle, it looked like there was a jungle a few yards behind them. Ford had also been blanketed with sweaters for extra warmth in the cold desert night. Everything seemed well in order and normal, except when Ford looked at his poor little girl. Her hair was a mess, frizzled and… Ford recognized that hairstyle. His hair often looked like that after he grabbed at it too roughly and tried to pull his hair out. There were dark circles under her eyes, eyes that didn’t sparkle. That legitimately scared Ford.

“Mabel…”

“Good! Tea is ready.” Mabel turned away from him again, refusing to look at him as she pulled out a cup for her uncle and poured him some hot drink. “Here, it’ll make you feel better.”

Ford accepted the drink and sat up fully. “Thank you.” He sipped it and watched Mabel carefully. She didn’t pour herself a cup. Or bring out the water canteen for something else to drink. Instead she held her knees and watched the fire dance. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was alright, but she beat him to it.

“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? H-How’s your neck?”

“My neck?” Ford touched his throat, a bit confused, and answered, “I feel fine. Nothing hurts. Why?”

“We were ambushed. You got shot. You… You had a bad fever and wouldn’t wake up.” Mabel, still refusing to look at him, held out a dart to him that had been lying on the sand. “Here. I thought you might wanna study it.”

Ford adjusted his glasses and held the dart. It was quite long, but very skinny, and it had a red bull point at the top, like a sewing needle, but Ford recognized the dart. “Interesting. These are Hummie darts. They’re sold through the dimensions, they’re very useful for bounty hunting. See, the top here is filled with poison, just enough to render the body useless and to also hypnotize the target in a deep, dream-filled sleep. Oftentimes the dreams are the victim’s happiest memories or goals, so they won’t try to wake up. It’s also very fascinating because the side-effects are next to none, this makes these darts ideal if you want to bring someone in for questioning or for next-to-perfect condition.”

But Mabel wasn’t listening. Her eyes were still on the fire, she was still holding her knees, but her mind was elsewhere. Ford watched her mournfully and tried to remember what had happened.

Oh. Right.

They were in a different dimension than this one. They had been laughing and playing in the woods, unaware of who they were attracting. By the time Ford hoisted a laughing girl on his shoulders, a dart barely missed him and it hit a tree, causing him to run while Mabel shot pop-rocks with her slingshot. Ford can now remember feeling a tiny prick by his neck. He had hoped Mabel had accidentally pinched or pulled some skin on his neck, but she was horrified to have let a dart get past her. Ford managed to stop running and put Mabel down safely, shaking his head and even slapping himself to try to stay awake and attentive, but just as he was sharing a plan with her, he fell on his knees and collapsed into the grass, the last thing he heard was Mabel’s desperate please to be okay. Not to stay awake, not to help, but to be okay.

Ford put the dart and his tea down on the ground. “Oh, Mabel… You were amazing. Absolutely amazing! You saved us. You saved my life.”

“M-Maybe if I hadn’t asked you to play with me…”

“They were relentless. I’m glad we had fun and played.”

Mabel held herself tighter and turned her head away so it was out of sight. That broke Ford’s heart. What he wouldn’t give for her to just look at him. Had he done something? Had he scared her? He had heard that while under the influence of the Hammie darts, the body is as useless as a ragdoll, but… Oh. Maybe that had scared her. Mabel had no way of knowing what the darts did, she had no idea what kind of poison they were filled with. Did she refuse to look at Ford because when she did all she saw was the shadow of a dead man?

“Mabel,” Ford croaked longingly, and he opened his arms. “Please come here.”

Mabel was trembling. She sniffed again and swallowed a sob down.

She was a Pines, after all. She was going to be stubborn. So Ford scooted himself and the sleeping bag and pile of sweaters. He carefully began to scoop her up, but she finally broke and turned and hugged him around the neck, sobbing into his shoulder and allowing him to hold her close and burrow her in his arms and sweaters and sleeping bag.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright now.” Ford petted her hair and closed his eyes, giving everything he had into making her feel better. “I’m okay, I swear. You did an incredible job.”

“I thought… I thought…” Mabel croaked and swallowed to try to communicate better. “Y-Your eyes… they rolled! Into… y-y-you looked d…” And she choked and sobbed and held him so tightly her fingers ached, but she didn’t care.

Now Ford had never heard of that side-effect before. “Oh, Mabel, honey…”

“I k-k-know you’re okay now… I know… but I th-th-thought I was g-gonna lose you!” Mabel cried out, her throat sounding like it was going to tear in half. 

“I’m sorry…” Ford cooed to her and adjusted her so she laid by his heart and he felt her hands. Holy Moses, she was so cold. “I’m so sorry. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I love my little starshine too much to be anywhere else.”

Mable hiccuped a weak giggle and she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. “I love you, too, D-Grunkle Ford.”

Yup. Ford wasn’t shedding tears alongside her. No. A raindrop must have fallen on his cheek. On a cloudless night. Yeah, that was it.

[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 14: well, hell

@ my kid please stop being sick both bc I don't want you to be sick and also so I can watch this episode

skilsldshare #ithasbegin

oh no. oh sam.

sam you made the ai fcg

as travis dies to death in the corner

"oh, it's fun to tease me about my problems"

"pretty white" travis

yeah liam wants to wear essek

I have not watched them yet, see above re: child

SHOCKED PIKACHU

"D- is still a passing grade"

grassened

YOU agreed it was a fistfight

"he's going to die"

nobody wins in a headbutt

"I AM rollies"

hey ashton

hey ashton what the fuck is up with your brain

singe? singe rock? excuse?

taliesin looks so excited lmao

"now kith"

man just pulled a whole mortal kombat finisher

ashton has two speeds and both of them are engaged rn

oooh nice

love the image of him just swandiving backwards

chetney

HAIRSTAB

marisha: "I want them to kiss so bad"

"let me check my notes - yes, he's hot"

fcg gets knocked out from ashton's fight

"are you still up?" "kinda!"

"grinds you across the stone" oh does he now

jengajengajengajenga

"this is not how I wanna spend my weekend" taliesin do you not have a backup character

AGAIN

#ad

fantasy influencers

"I am on cameo"

"the littles are all here" liam, please, phrasing

every time they say "jiana hexum" I hear "jonah hex"

"how many fingers am I holding  up?" ".....how many fingers do you HAVE?"

taliesin

taliESIN

fantasy station wagon

"nobody's gonna make eye contact with you"

fearne my beloved

I also make confused cat noises when I realize people can perceive me

samuel

"I'm Southern all of a sudden" I can see chetney's accent easily trending southernish

I am familiar with the way taliesin is massaging his face, I hope his toothache resolves soon

"FUCK SANTA okay I'm back in it"

"are there holes in the bathrooms" laura

goddammit robbie I was drinking

oh no

laura. laura you don't need to use all the words. LAURA REMEMBER YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE ALL THE WORDS

"paying his debts? in the bathroom? sounds like a lot of work"

the shortened url for skillshare in the corner is how matt pronounced it at the beginning

ashton immediately tries to steal it off fearne

oh I'm so old

"are you talking to fearne or ashley"

WHOMST

"I'm the...unspoken sibling" "I can't imagine why"

"you guys need dice with numbers"

"cannot hide forever, bear. mikhail will find you."

("nochi not every russian brawler type is mikhail from psychonauts" you can't prove that)

lmao all of top table

"this city is not so large" "it goes deep"

"now I'm gonna get my ass kicked in like a month"

"dorian's brother is here" "fuckin idiot" ashton is me

multi-sneezer solidarity

fearne: I am going to be helpful and courteous fcg: who the fuck are you

"she's talking too fast, you should go"

the hair flip

"I'm gonna go bleed next to laudna"

I got distracted by laura and ashley being distracted

oh god it's the pinkertons

"you haven't been drinking at all?!" "not really!" "that's just wasting an opportunity"

dorIAN

roll for potty dance

I feel seen

"potty" and "tummy" just embed themselves in your vocabulary once you have children, I don't make the rules

travis' hug of solidarity

tell me why I heard "short rotund" and IMMEDIATELY pictured a volus

mental associations strong tonight

pre-recorded means I can ask chatbot when the break is and I appreciate that a lot

"no scary holes just normal holes"

shadow creeper go chomp

"it all hinges on your good judgement" oh no

sad pate tap-dance

"you did it yourself!"

rip fcg

thanks I hate it

hair-up ashley!!

"emotional support?" "oh no, who do I have to punch"

"let's go see if everybody's dead"

"no response. he's dead."

liam is one cardigan and one pair of glasses away from peak farmer's market hot

ashley's face is my face

someone reference the ring so I can watch travis try to shake his head off his neck

"I challenge lucien to rollies!"

I Hate It

...sableyes

"it leapt OVER me?" "it's not that hard"

no hitty make angy

mister!!

oryam

laura ships it

MIND WHIP

"don't NAME it"

"it's in my uerethra!"

dorian!!

"I'm just poking everybody"

"he's a bard 🤷‍"

is he, y'know, [mimes sticking it in her pulling it out of her and sticking it in the other guy] a bard?

"things are about to get weird. don't hit me."

fey-touched?? laura??? laura explain??

"I don't have an INVITATION MINI" "why not??"

sacred flamethrower

YEAH

"I will attack with a dagger" ofc

lovm has absolutely spoiled me, I want everything animated

NOT RUSS

"there's a thing underneath the bookcase. I'm going to end it."

matt: give me a name or you're all going to prison

Representatives Of The Late Bertrand Bell is a fantastic group name

"Do Not pick a name right now, got it"

oh I just had a cursed thought

dorian leaves/dies and the group calls themselves The Storm in his honor

orym

oh I take it back orym's gonna die

BELL'S HELLS

dorian is gonna have to throw his name around to stop this isn't he

ROBBIE

TELL THEM I'M SORRY????

ROBERT

"what do you think you're doing" "I DON'T KNOW"

I am Experiencing Stress

ORC GRANDPA

orc grandpa said take a nap

they rolled shit for two weeks straight to save up for this moment

ashton: I need a fucking cigarette

you know what MOOD

excuse u sir that is lorelei de rolo

YEAH NOT-RUSS

ashton

"no shit you stupid son of a bitch"

mala: they need a child leash for Cyrus

oh. uhoh.

"ashton, tell him no!" "nooo"

this is how robbie leaves

okay okay okay but: this way he can come back

he's not a bertrand

go dump his ass with dariax and opal, come back, and pretend not to know anything about it when emon burns down within a week

god ashley's face

liam's face

MY FACE

chetney's utter disregard for cyrus

"I toss it to orym" thanks I'm already crying

"and we killed bertrand"

"I'm not holding a cup" "you are a cup"

fuck cyrus, all my homies hate cyrus

I was mostly joking but uh. I think I was correct.

imagine dorian calls orym and opal just screams NANCY over the line

oyrm: you are required by law to call me

"one less spoon" cries

make him roll one more failed performance check

"are you going to sing it?" "no!" COWARD

oryM KISS HIM

I try not to be this person but KISS HIM

lays in the floor

fearne I don't need this

jflsdjfks

that is NOT what I meant

I mean it's still very nice and it made my heart hurt but a l s o

I am liam

HEY

two parts is INSUFFICIENT but I'll take it