#Nah they’re both T boys

[chaosfantasmic]

wild: guys, I’m gay

the chain: but your dating Flora?

Wild: yea?

[glossysoap]

professional ice hocky player. that’s the whole thought (i’m going to an ice skating class to home my skills tonight (i’ve been ice skating once but roller skating many many times) and also have seen tiktok’s of my city’s team and oof 🤤)

nah bc imagine hockey + poly 141 😵‍💫

tw: 18+, afab reader but not gendered, called pretty probably. sub reader, johnny and gaz. dom price and simon. soapgaz moment.

them all coming home after a grueling match, all sweaty and frustrated. esp frustrated if they’ve lost the match for whatever reason. let’s say for rambling sake, it’s because they were too busy thinking of fucking you in order to focus properly.

you already know what to expect by two things.

1, some texts you receive when they’re on their way home. the most notable ones read:

>> kg. have the door unlocked for us.

>> sr. you’re in for it tonight.

>> jm. wear some panties you don’t care about

>> jp. scratch that. go without.

2, their expressions as they climbed out of price’s truck after pulling in.

all gruff and eyes dark as they zeroed in on you and your scantily clad form. you had enough sense to only wear a a loose t-shirt (usually paired with underwear but. due to price’s text you opted to go without).

their eyes drank you in shamelessly. skirting over your tits and zeroing in on the way your nipples peddled from the cold air as you met them outside that night.

then you felt their eyes burning into you as you scurried inside the house again, them hot on your heels.

the second everyone stepped foot into the house and the door was locked behind them, they made their way to the living room where you no doubt sat.

the second they saw you, they started unbuckling their belts and pulling themselves out of their boxers.

you didn’t bother acting surprised when price had you bent over the arm rest of the couch, with the side of your face pressed into the couch cushions and your ass up for him and his boys. you knew what you were in for.

price yanked your shirt up till the hem was up by your shoulders, exposing your ass and cunt to them all. as the oldest of them all and the captain of the hockey team, john gets first dibs to your cunt - especially when he needs to get his frustration out.

he guides his already chubbing up cock to rub against your ass, ordering both kyle and johnny to get on their knees next to him and get you prepped.

"get 'em all slick for me, lads." john murmured behind you, ordering them both.

they all heard your muffled moans into the couch cushion as tongues prodded at your cunt, pushing past the seam of your slit and then licking stripes along your cunt. you didn't know if it was kyle's or johnny's tongue that was lapping at your juices, or both, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

simon is the only one left, with his thick heavy cock hanging over his waistband and drooling a string of pre onto the fabric. he took his spot next to the couch, standing directly next to your limp form so his cock would be within reaching distance.

you didn't need to be told even once, let alone twice. you brought your hand up to gather the slick dripping from his tip and using it to stroke his cock.

simon laughed as he looked down at you, seeing your face all mushed up against the cushion, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. his laugh was cut short as your hand kept moving on his cock, still working to get him off even when you're blissed out. perfect, sweet thing.

between your's and price's thighs, kyle and johnny are nestled. their tongues are lapping at your cunt, grunting and groaning into your cunt as if they're starving men and you're their first bite of food. their tongues brush against each other and they moan into your cunt. you whine, slightly muffled from the cushion as you feel the vibrations flare between your thighs from their moans.

at some point they start making out instead of just eating you out. at that point, you're well and thoroughly soaked, from both your own slick and their spit. they let their tongues slip out of their mingling mouths to tease at your cunt.

john was looking down at the two men the whole time, watching as they lapped at your cunt and sucked on your clit. his grin shifted into a smirk when he saw his men becoming increasingly desperate, kissing each other in between licks to your cunt. he swore they were bucking their hips against nothing, trying to get any friction on their cocks. he knew full well their cocks were weeping in their pants.

he glanced at where simon stood next to your head and the smirk remained etched on the captain's face as he sees your hand fisting simon's cock. setting a steady rhythm and building a strong pace. he watched as you palmed the head of his cock and pulled a hiss from simon, making the blond mans hips stutter.

john's eyes darted to your limp form as he heard your moans pick up. he knew you were damn well prepped and ready for a few rounds, and himself? he was growing impatient and even more hard. painfully so.

he swatted at johnny and kyle's heads, shooing him away from your cunt, his cunt. "go on, get." he said with very little bite or venom when soap gave a whine, not wanting to be pulled away from your cunt. still, the two men got up on their feet and got to palming their cocks through their pants as they watched the scene continue.

when you whined from the emptiness, from the lack of any tongues in your cunt, john grabbed a handful of your ass with a croon. he squeezed the plush skin, rubbing his thumb along a stretch mark with all the softness in the world. no matter how calloused his hands were.

"sh, sh, sh. don't you worry, i'm here now." he cooed as he guided his cock to slide along your slit, groaning at your wetness. "i know you're close, you'll get what you need."

when he sinks himself in, inch by inch, he hears you gasp and mewl from the stretch. he himself hisses and lets his head fall back a bit at how tight you are. no matter how many times he's fucked your sweet cunt, no matter how wet and slick you were, it was always an adjustment. a sweet, sweet adjustment.

"oh, god, fuck-," you moan out as he bottoms out, filling you to the brim so fucking perfectly. your hand falters on simon's cock for a moment from all the stimulation, your mind fuzzy. a swat on your ass from price is what it takes for you to pick up the slack and resume your pace again.

"good, good. makin' us all feel good." john murmurs lowly as he starts a rhythm of his own. your cunt practically sucks him in as he thrusts in and out, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each time he bottoms out. the head of his cock teased at your g-spot with each thrust. the moans the entire room was letting out (price from bullying his cock into your cunt, simon from your hand fisting his cock, and kyle and soap palming themselves through their pants) started mixing with the wet sounds made by your cunt. you were so fucking soaked by your slick and the leftover spit from kyle and soap, and not john's pre was added to the mix.

you were hugging him so fucking tight, practically milking him dry. he could tell you were close.

in one fell swoop, he leaned forward and grabbed your neck in one hand, and held your stomach in the other. then he pulled you back up with him, yanking you back even deeper on his cock. you choked out a gargled moan, so broken and pathetic from the new angle.

john pays no mind to simon, who now has to stroke himself for a change, and instead works on getting you to gush your first orgasm of many. he ruts into your cunt, smirking at every choke and cry that falls from your lips. then he moves his hand down your stomach, between your thighs and all the way to your throbbing clit.

when you wailed with your first orgasm of many, you creamed all over his cock and fluttered around him. your ears rang a bit but you heard the ghost of price's chuckle against your ear, and simon's laugh that mirrored john's. you heard kyle and johnny's whines at the sight, wanting to clean up your juices.

"we're not done yet, not by a long shot."

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[marblepasta-creepyhornet]

Creeps x Lonely!Reader: PART 2

First part link 💙

Sorry if this part is literal cheeks, I’m sleep deprived :)

But who cares (I do, please validate me). Nah but fr, send me requests, I need to write more!

———

Toby:

The more you two hung out, the more you began to realize that you weren’t alone in the aspect of loneliness.

Anytime you needed him he was there as fast as lightning (he’s fast as fuck boi-) 🏃💨

Soon after, your trust started to grow with him and you found yourself being able to open up more easily. (He’ll never judge you 😤)

Man’s plans a whole day for you guys! First you’ll have breakfast, then go urban exploring (with Slendys permission), then go on a mission and end it with a nice dinner he’s prepared.

Once you’re comfy, you started showing signs of physical affection, hugs, pats on the back, hand holding-

It makes Toby’s heart flutter fr 🧡

Man’s just wants you to feel less alone. He’d go through hell and back if it meant you felt okay 🥺

Jeff The Killer:

Let’s say, Jeff isn’t the same as Toby when it comes to trying to help you feel more included and less lonely.

Let’s also say, when his ass cares he doesn’t verbalize it, rather does it through acts of service.

Because, it was slowly overtime he’s realized that he’s come out of his emo shell and wanted to help you (and himself 🫣)

So he’s taken it upon himself to stay distant and help from a distance

Mans literally killed for you and you ain’t even know it, baby 😉

He’s protected you on missions when you were sent alone (ain’t no way his ass is letting you get hurt! 🫢)

Overall, he chooses to help and support you from a distance, little does he know that you know what he’s been doing.

Ben

Ben finally had the mansion to himself for the day. So what better way to spend your alone time than playing video games.

Imagine the look on this man’s face when he realized he wasn’t completely alone and that YOU were now standing in front of him.

“(Y/N)!” He would shout with excitement making you giggle, “Never thought I’d see the day you come out of your room”

“Well, they’re all gone for the day, and you’re always so persistent on hacking into my stuff to talk to me, so when I heard they were gonna be out, I thought ‘why not?’”

Ben smirked, “Well, can you blame me? You’re cool and you’re also the only one who doesn’t find it off-putting”

Bro compliments your 25/8 366 btw 🥺

All he wants is a few rounds of Mario Kart with you

He handed you a 2nd controller with a smile, “Just a few rounds”

You totally kick his ass BTW (he rage quit)

“You’re just jealous that I’m better than you”

Overall, it’s a cute fucking time between you two; both realizing that this is what you needed.

EJ:

Little did he know that you treasured that little doll of himself. He was right, whenever you needed to talk, you’d pretend it was him.

Don’t get me wrong, you DID wanna talk to Jack, but the anxious feelings were holding you back 😭

But, you knew if you wanted to talk to him, you couldn’t put it off forever! So you marched down to his infirmary.

Mans was humming as he cleaned up his counter.

You clutched the little doll in your hand as you knocked before hearing a “come in”.

He turns to face you, not expecting you to be there, “Oh, (Y/n), right?” You nod.

You clear your throat, “Uh, thank you. F-for the doll…”

Jacks heart fluttered 💙 he didn’t think you’d actually use it

“I’m glad you like it” He smiled, “Truth be told, I was nervous to give it to you. But, I know these things take time, I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured to talk to me, or anyone else, until you’re ready”

G Y A T T D A Y U M this man has such a way with words 😭

And with that, you started talking more to him and getting to know him and his past and his as well with yours 💙

Along the way, he teaches you to crochet as well 🥹

[momotonescreaming]

Our Sweetness

Rating: T | WC: 1.4k | Steve/Tommy/Carol Polyamory, Established Relationship [also on ao3]

“Okay, so,” Carol starts, capping her pen. The fluffy end bobbles as she gestures with it, looking over at her boys. She’s sat cross legged at the end of her bed, weekly planner in her lap. Music plays softly in the background — a mixtape Steve made for the three of them — from a boombox she has resting on her desk on the other side of the room.

Steve looks up at the sound of her voice from his place in Tommy’s lap. Sat in between Tommy’s legs, his back pressed to his stomach, arms braced over Tommy’s thighs — splayed wide. He’s comfortable. Tommy’s hands carding through his hair, smoothing out the strands and ruining his carefully styled locks. Melting into it, blinking slowly. It’s a little thrilling, that they get this. They’re allowed to ruin his hair, to hold him, to make him feel comfortable.

“I’ve got our week all figured out, so listen up.” She continues, looking a little pointedly at Tommy. He lets out a quiet but indignant ‘Hey!’ as Carol barrels on. Tapping the page with the end of her capped pen, looking down at her careful cursive, and then back up at Steve and Tommy’s tangled bodies. “Monday I have a haircut and style, and I will not be rescheduling. So you two can hang unless there’s anything else you haven’t told me?”

“Nah,” Tommy replies, still absently running his hands through Steve’s hair. He looks down at the man, tilting his head up gently so they can lock eyes. “Wanna come over then, baby? Parents won’t get home ‘til late.”

Steve just sighs, sinking into the feeling. “Can’t. I still have that Social Studies essay to work on, and I’m rapidly running out of time.”

“Study date, then?” Tommy says, grinning. And Carol knows he does not have any actual studying in mind.

“Monday.” Carol says, talking over him, smothering any answer Steve might have. “I’m at the hairdresser, Steve is studying, and Tommy is jerking off alone.”

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, hands stilling, and Steve just laughs. Brings one of his hands up to rest on Tommy’s side. Runs his hand in small circles, a comfort. “What the hell Carol!”

“We will be graduating together, if I have anything to do with it,” She continues. “Plus you two need to keep your grades if you want to stay on the team.”

Tommy scoffs, but Carol can see he carefully doesn’t move out of Steve’s hold, away from his hand. He grabs it actually, pulling it away from his side, and brings it to his mouth. Places a soft kiss to the back of Steve’s knuckles, at the soft hair there, and Steve smiles. Soft, and sweet, and looking up at Tommy.

Fuck, she loves them.

“Tuesday Steve has swim practice.”

“Yeah, and it might run late too, with the meet so soon. So no hanging out after, I’m afraid.” Steve adds, sighing, not letting go of Tommy’s hand. He sounds a little disappointed.

“No worries baby,” She says, voice dropping into something saccharine sweet. Comforting. Reassuring. She always takes care of her boys. “I can have time with Tommy, and then we can make it up to you later.”

She deliberately keeps her tone sweet, not dipping into something sultry. Because as much as she loves making it up to Steve — taking care of him, making him feel good and taking him apart. Sometimes he needs it a little sweeter. Non-sexual intimacy. Massages and baths, cuddling while watching a movie. That they’re in it for him, and not just his body.

“Okay,” Steve replies softly, and she can see how much he yearns to reach out and touch. But they have to organise their week, or they’ll never get anything done.

“Wednesday Tommy has the dentist with his Mom after school.” She starts, pointing at the appointment in her planner, time carefully recorded. Tommy scoffs, but doesn’t interrupt. “And I have a study/hang with Nicole.”

She doesn’t say anything, neither does Tommy, but they both look at Steve.

“It’s okay,” He says. “I’ll go to the gym, go for a run. It’ll be good.”

“Keeping those muscles warm for us, huh?” Tommy jokes, mouth curling into a smirk.

“Oh you know it,” Steve replies, looking back up at Tommy, and then back to Carol, smile on his face.

“Thursday is basketball practice, obviously,” She continues, lest the boys get lost in their banter, their flirting. “So if you guys want to have a date after, I’ll have some me time.”

The boys basketball dates, Carol knew, were quite often sweaty gross things. Full of shower sex, rough hand jobs, and manly grunting. They needed to get it out of their system, flirt on the basketball court, work themselves up, and then fuck it out.

And most of the time it was best if they did it without Carol. They had a system, it worked. They got to have their jockish hookups, and get it all out so they could be good for her.

She watched as Tommy and Steve looked at each other, grinning, sinking into each others gazes. It was sweet — or it would be if she couldn’t tell they were being horny about it.

“Friday we’re totally free,” Carol says, adjusting her posture. Finally. That was the thing about they dynamic they had, the relationship they had built — all three of them — was it was occasionally very, very, hard to find a time they were all free. No extracurriculars, no appointments, no other commitments with friends. “So date night? All of us?”

“Matty from swim has been talking about throwing a party,” Steve adds. “We could go let loose? Dance? Have a few drinks and then go back to mine?”

“I thought your parents are home?” Tommy asks, brow furrowing as he looks down at Steve, still reclining serenely in Tommy’s laps. Cradled by his legs, his warm thighs. It’s a good place to be, Carol knows. She’d almost be jealous if she didn’t love the sight of it so much.

“They are,” he replies with a sigh, chest moving with the sheer force of the air leaving his lungs. “But they’re driving out of town for some dinner party. They’ll be back Saturday afternoon.”

“Well that’s plenty of time for us to have some fun.” Carol adds with a cat-like grin. “We can go out Saturday morning, get some brunch? Get Steve out of the house?”

“Please,” he says with another sigh. “They’re always a nightmare when they get back.”

“Perfect.” Carol says with finality, snapping her planner closed. She rests her fluffy pen on top, and pushes it off to the side. “That’s it then. So please, for the love of all that is holy, please remember it all.”

“Could never forget you, hot stuff,” Tommy flirts, holding out his free hand for her to take. That glint in his eye, that curl to his lips, the look he gives her. It’s addicting. It’s charming. She rolls her eyes, of course she does, but she grabs Tommy’s hand. Lets him pull her closer, into his grasp. “Love your organisation skills.”

It sounds like a joke, like he’s teasing — and Tommy sort of is — but she knows he genuinely means it. The way she merges their lives together in her little planner. Everyone’s sports, and appointments, school due dates and family commitments.

She lets herself tumble down onto the bed, into Tommy’s hold, Steve shuffling over to make room for her. They’re curled together like commas, Tommy holding onto them both, sharing the same breath.

Steve hooks an ankle over hers, anchoring her, and brings his free hand up to gently brush across her face. Her flushed cheeks, her sharp jaw. Tilting it up with a gentle press of his fingers.

“Thank you sweetheart,” he says, and she feels a gasp hitch in her chest. It’s the way he says it, that always gets her. The warmth, the sheer emotion in all his words, his tone. He cares for her, for Tommy, and for all of them together. It leaks out of him, like it’s too big for him to contain.

She loves it. Lets her eyes drop down to Steve’s lips. Plush and pink and right there. He sees this, Tommy sees it, and a shiver runs down her spine. “You gonna kiss me, or what?”

“With pleasure,” Steve whispers, voice dropping low as he closes the distance between them.

[snowdrop-ivy]

Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 2

Summary: Mikey left the restaurant to Carmen, Natalie, and you.

Trope: Second chances

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

Word count: 2654

YOU just finished editing the photos you’re about to send to your wedding planner when you saw Natalie calling you. You’re back in Chicago for a break and to plan the wedding since your fiance’s mom thought a year engaged and no plans is bullshit. So that’s what you’ve been doing for the past 2 weeks. 

“Hey, Sug,” You smiled, answering the phone. “How you’ve been?”

“Hey, baby doll!” She shrieked. They’re not going to die down the nickname you had since 4 because you thought that dressing up as a doll everyday till you were 7 was a good idea. “Not much. How are you? I miss you!”

“I miss you too, Sug!” You giggled and crossed your legs. “Not much going on. I just finished sending designs for the chairs I wanted and heading off to my dad for Jeremy’s birthday party. Are you coming?”

You heard Nat sighed on the other end. “No, I have to check with my accountant because I put in my house as mortgage for the restaurant and now that they’re behind bills, my house is fucked.”

“Oh,” You gulped as you knew that Carm was managing it and you’ve been trying to stay away with everything that reminds you of him but apparently, growing up together does not do that. “Do you need help with it?”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I just wanted to talk to you. And maybe, if you’re free, we can hang out. I really miss you.”

You bowed and lightly smiled. “I know! It’s been so long. But, I’m free tomorrow. Is that good with you?”

You heard Nat squeal as you planned your day-out tomorrow. You both exchanged stories on what’s going on until it was time for you to go to your dad’s house. It’s your little brother’s birthday. You love that kid even though you don’t have the same mom. Your mom died a few months after you were born. It was always you and your dad till your step mom showed up. She’s okay, you like her. But you’ve never been close to her. She’s one of those people you like but do not hate. It’s somewhere between that. 

“Hey, baby doll!” Your dad yelled across the crowd he was talking to. You beamed up a smile as you walked to your dad with his open arms. “I miss you so much.”

You hugged your dad and kissed him. “We saw each other last week, Dad.”

Jim laughed as he hugged you again. “What? I can’t miss you everyday?”

You laughed and shook your head. You hugged all the people you knew and went inside to look for the birthday boy. You looked around the house you grew up in. All the pictures since you were little hang around the house. You smiled at those memories. All the good and bad ended you up as a Nurse. You never thought you'd be a nurse since you’re scared of needles when you were young from the stories you heard from your dad about crackheads and whatnots. You searched around the house to find your brother but you can’t see him anywhere. You smiled to the guests you passed by till you got to the kitchen.

“Baby doll!” Richie roared then tackled you in a squeezing hug. “Where you’ve been?”

You screeched as he lifted you. “Rich, put me down!”

Rich looked in disbelief as he eyed you. The last time you saw him was a week before Mikey’s death. “You look so fucking different.”

“That’s because I am,” You laughed. You smiled at him before hugging each other. You did miss him. And you felt guilty that you didn’t show up or call him when he’s been through his shits. “Sorry for not calling,” You genuinely smiled before kissing him on the cheek.

“Nah, you’re good,” Rich dismissed his hand. “Enough about that! How are you?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you heard a very familiar voice calling Rich. “Cousin, how’s the hotdogs coming?”

You gulped when you saw him. That bastard. Carmen Fucking Berzatto walking to the kitchen. He stopped on his tracks when he saw you. He has a tray of lettuce in his hands. You saw his jaw clenched and walked to the counter to put down the tray.

“No, Carm, look who’s here?” Richie said all fucking excited and pointed at you like he doesn’t know where you are. “It’s baby doll!”

Rich was about to say something before you smelled the burning hotdogs and he came running to it. You bit your lip when he left the two of you alone. You felt your hands shaking as you put your purse and gift down. Carm sighed before leaning on the counter and looking at you. Both of you don't know what to say or where to start.

He cleared his throat making you look at him. “Hey.”

You felt your throat close up when he called. You eyed him intently. His shriveled hair, the noticeable bags under his eyes, and his stained white shirt that fitted him like a glove. “Hey, Carmen.”

Carm twitched his mouth and clenched his jaw when he heard you say his name. That’s the first time you called him by his name. You always called him bear or B or anything else other than his government name.

“How you’ve been?” You both asked after a long silence. You also both pointed at each other to answer. “No, you go ahead,” He suggested.

You cleared your throat. After years of not talking, not a call, text, letter, or email, that’s what he asked. You had this urge to scream at his face and tell him how you spent the nights in the bathroom as you were too drunk just to forget his fucking face for a second. You wanted to tell him how you almost failed nursing school since you had no will to live or even a tiniest motivation to get up in the morning. You wanted to tell him how you were prescribed sleeping pills from all the sleepless nights you had. You wanted to tell him how broken your heart and body was when he left. “I’m good,” But no, you just timidly answered. You’re unsure if he knows you’re engaged or not since you haven’t talked to him for how many years. You don’t know if your dad, Sug, or Rich mentioned it to him. “You?”

He looked at the floor. His arms crossed and nodded. That’s not how you usually answered. You always answer with a funny story that happened to you. “Good as well,” He slowly nodded and glanced at you. He noticed everything that changed about you. How your hair has been a bit darker, the new tattoo on your arm, and how you wore your lipstick darker than you used to. It was colored salmon before that’s why whenever he sees one, it reminds you of him. He can’t think of one thing that he can’t associate you with.

You nodded, acknowledging his answer. You were hoping for more but what can you expect him to say? You both sat in silence till he offered you a beer. He placed it on the counter and you reached for it. He saw the ring on your finger as you drank the beer.

Carm froze when he saw that. His heart dropped. He felt cold all of a sudden then sweaty. He wrapped his arm around him as he slowly nodded. Trying to acknowledge what is going on. His mind was going to a different place. He couldn’t wrap his head on the thought that you’ll be walking on a different man to the altar. Not that he could do anything about it. I mean, what can he do? Tell you to stop the wedding? He can’t do that. That’s fucked up. Not after everything he’s put you through.

“Getting hitched, huh?” He questioned then took a sip. 

You saw that he noticed the ring. You wrapped both of your hands on the cold bottle since you can’t feel anything. You just went numb. And it’s not a good numb. It feels different. 

You shrugged. “Yup,” you murmured. “Gonna be a Mrs. soon,”

“Huh.” That’s all he could say. He bit his lips looking for words or questions to prolong the conversation. “You excited?”

You blew out your cheeks. “Yeah,” You answered and looked at him. His face went blank. You can see him tensing his shoulders.

Carm pursed his lips and looked around. “Best wishes, then,” He whispered and raised his beer at you.

You timidly smiled and slightly raised your beer back. You looked at the window so as to not look at him anymore. His face brought back so many emotions and memories that you locked up in a chain somewhere deep in your mind. You never thought going back to Chicago meant you’ll see him again. You buried him in your head and soul. You heard him excuse himself to go check on Richie. When he left, you buried your face in your hand trying to prevent her tears welling up. You took a deep sigh and left the beer on the counter to look for your dad. You saw him in the backyard smoking. 

You stood beside him and snatched his cigarette. “You didn’t tell me he was here.”

He kicked the pebbles scattered around him and put his hands on his pocket. “If I did, you wouldn’t come.”

You sighed. “Dad.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He sighed defeatedly. “It’s just that I’m sure you’re not gonna go if you knew and it’s your brother’s birthday. You can’t miss that. Not when he loves you more than anyone in the world.”

You took a deep breath and huffed a smoke. Your brother does love you more than anyone. And you love that kid. And your dad’s right, if you knew he’s coming, you’re not going to go. 

“And besides,” Your dad shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve been avoiding everything that has to do with him since forever. And if you’re really past that… you shouldn’t be afraid anymore.”

You scratched your brow and glanced at them making hotdogs under a tent. What your dad said is applicable if you’re past it. But you’re not. You didn’t even go through it. You skipped it. Your answer was halted when you saw your brother running towards you. You threw the cigar and hugged him. Jeremy took you away from your dad and introduced you to all his friends. He showed you all the gifts he got. Jer took your mind off Carm and you were thankful for him. How sweet and caring he is. How he made you happy by just being him. You laughed when he saw that you have a gift. The party went on to be a blast. Kids had fun. Food was great. It was a great day. You didn’t see Carm much that day other than the few glances and the conversation you had. Jeremy was bummed that you’re gonna go home but you promised him a fun day when you’re free.

Carm and Rich are cleaning up the place after the party. He was wiping the tables when Jimmy walked in and made a cup of coffee. He couldn’t help but look at the picture of him with his dad. 

“When is that from?” He asked and pointed at the picture sitting on the counter. It was a black and white photo. Jimmy had his arm around his dad and they’re both smiling.

“Repeat party. Grant Park, ‘92,” He answered and took a sip before standing next to him. “You ever miss him?”

He shook his head. “Didn’t really know him well enough to miss him.”

“Sounds like Y/N,” Jimmy mentioned. He placed down his cup and turned to Carm. “You get a chance to talk to her?”

Carm shrugged. “Yeah, we had a beer but she didn’t finish it. Still on the counter.”

Jimmy pursed his lips. “How’d you feel?”

He stopped and raised his brows. “What are you? A therapist?” He joked. Unc turned his head to know he’s serious. Carm straightened his face before continuing to clean the table. “Good, I guess.”

“Really?” He wondered. He didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. “After all these years?”

“Yeah, I mean, we didn’t have much to talk about but she did mention her engagement.”

Jim pressed his lips and tapped him on the shoulder before leaving. “Hey, Carm,” he called him.

Carm turned around to look at him. “Whenever I imagine giving away my daughter, I always thought it’d be to you.”

He nodded and watched him leave him. He took a deep breath. He also had the idea you’re gonna end up together. You both were a step away from being married. Hell, Carm even gave you a very beautiful engagement ring that made you feel magical. But that was all in the past now. He still wonders if you still have the ring. It wouldn’t hurt him if he knew you threw it away or burned it along with the other things you had that belonged to him. Carm shook his head and head on to bid goodbyes to Unc’s wife and Jer. Rich and Carm had to drive Pete home since he was knocked out from the punch infused with Xanax. Carm took the chance to talk to Natalie. 

“So, how’s the party?” Nat asked as he gave him water and sat down across from him in their living room. 

“Good,” He nodded. “Good yeah, Richie spilled a Xanax in the cooler but Unc didn’t kill us.”

“That’s crazy,” She said with disgust. Nat propped her legs on the couch. “You saw baby doll?”

Carm bit his lip and nodded.

“You guys talked?”

He nodded. Unsure what to answer. He propped his arms on his legs as it bounced. 

“How was she?”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was engaged?” 

Nat’s mouth went open then lightly shrugged. “I didn’t think you'd want to know that.”

 Carm bitterly laughed before shaking his head. “Yeah, right.”

“How’d you know?”

“Saw it on her finger,” He answered, remembering what it looks like on you. “Different from what I got her.”

“Does it still hurt?” Nat asked gently. Her eyes was soft and full of worry.

Carm stared at the picture of you with him, Nat, and Mike that was taken on Christmas a year after you got together. He smiled lightly as he saw his arms around your waist and you were kissing him on the cheek. He had the biggest smile on it. And you all looked so happy beside the christmas tree. “Yeah, and I think it always will.”

“Do you still love her?”

He bit his lip, soaking in her question. And the answer is he does. You have, will always have, his heart in your hands. You were gentle while he cared, but when he stopped caring, it broke you. And nothing will ever be the same. You gave him everything, and he won’t give it back. And now, you chose someone else, even though you have every piece of him. He hopes time will heal you both. Maybe not completely, but he hopes it will only hurt on the bad days. And he’s only have a few of those.

“Carm…” Natalie softly called him after a while when he didn’t answer.. “Are you okay?”

He repeatedly nodded before standing up. “Gotta go,” he bid before heading out to his car. He banged his hand on the wheel repeatedly trying not to scream. He’s not okay. How can he be? Seeing you after 5 years and seeing that you’re engaged. And how nobody gave him a fucking heads up about it. They told all the stories you shared with them but not the one where you got a fucking fiancé.

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A/N: Hi! If you want to be tagged on the next chapters, just comment down! Thanks for the support! <33 hope you like this chapter

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Rtc headcanons

Have I talked about my trans Ocean and Mischa headcanons recently because they are and you can’t change my mind

Nobody knows Ocean is trans because she started transitioning when she was little and her parents didn’t enroll her in school until she was like 8 and managed to convince them that no the school system was not going to brainwash her

The only people who know about her are Noel and Constance

Mischa does not hide the fact that he’s trans because he knows that nobody’s gonna like. Challenge him on that fact. What are you gonna do, tell the 6 foot dude who stole wine from the church that he’s not a guy? Nah man, you just say okay and move on

Ocean finds out Noel is going to sneak out of town to go to a pride parade and makes him take the entire choir because they all wanted to go to one but Noel is the only one who has a consistently available car and can drive good

Constance gets her hair dyed rainbow

Ocean decided to get a rainbow flag, the lesbian flag, and the trans flag but she can’t keep it at her house so she asks Noel to keep it

Mischa wears a shirt that’s just the trans flag with the words “god knew I’d be too powerful with a dick”

Ricky puts a bunch of pride stickers on his wheelchair

Penny steals a sign from a protester and hits the protester with it

Noel knows sign language because Ricky taught it to him

Ocean is autistic. That’s it that’s the headcanon

Penny use to do gymnastics when she was little but got kicked out after attempting to bite a child

Ricky loves mochi ice cream and learned how to make it when he was 11

Mischa knows how to bake

Whenever Father Marcus doesn’t show up for class Noel and Ricky decide to have lessons called “sign language for dummies”

It’s annoys Noel that Ocean is the one who is the best at it but like. What did he expect

Once Ricky’s parents can afford and AAC device he immediately makes it his life mission to learn how to speak as many languages as possible

Penny plays soccer and she is mvp almost every game

Ocean swears to hate most sports because they are “barbaric” except for soccer

She’s a huge soccer fan so she goes to all of Penny’s games

Mischa and Ricky go too and at every game at some point either Ocean or Ricky climb on Mischa’s shoulders

Noel loves to draw

Constance is actually on honor roll every year

If Ocean’s grades drop below a 95 she will cry

Mischa texts Talia whenever he takes a t-shot because hates needles and needs reassurance

When Mischa starts dating Noel Ocean gets so confused

Noel almost refuses to explain the idea of polyamory to her but Mischa thinks it’s funny to watch her head explode over things she doesn’t understand

They’re both very disappointed when she just goes “oh. okay” and then walks away

Noel and Talia are the best of friends

Penny can still do a bunch of gymnastics stuff she just doesn’t do it very often

Constance asks Ocean out first actually

Ocean spends like a full day avoiding her cause at first she things she’s joking then she freaks out because she’s had a crush on her for years then she thinks that Constance will be mad it took her so long to answer and not wanna date her anymore

Eventually Noel just locks the two of them in the choir room

Constance is also the one who asks Penny to join their relationship

Penny makes origami cats for Ricky

Ricky can pop a wheelie in his wheelchair

Skater boy Mischa and Penny

On the sidelines are Ocean and Noel going “be safe babe!” and “fuck it up Misch!!!” respectively

Ricky plays so many skating games

[eijirousbestie]

Piercings

small headcannon where izuku has his ears pierced

very serious abt cleaning them

pretty boy swag

“Did you clean your piercing yet?”

“Yeah, I got it this morning.”

“Might wanna clean it again.” He doesn’t look from his phone as he rapid fires texts back and forth in the guys’ group chat.

Your head tilts slightly at his tone. It’s not harsh but there’s definitely no room for argument.

“I will, just not right now though.”

“I don’t know. You wouldn’t want it to get infected hun. Piercer said 2-3 times a day yeah?”

“Mhm and I already cleaned it once.”

“M’kay, just make sure you get it again before you fall asleep with it in.”

“What about you?” You cross your arms over your chest loosely.

“What about me?”

“How many times have you cleaned your piercings?”

He looks up from his phone, his eyes so innocently wide it’s almost comical.

Green eyes roll up to the ceiling as he thinks. “Mmh… 3 times I think? Once when I woke up, again after work and I just did it before coming to bed.”

“You’re so cautious it’s cute.”

“Well I have to be. Open wounds are no joke. And keloids are real. Just because there’s no leakage doesn’t mean they’re not there.”

You can’t help but to smile softly as he continues to list off all his knowledge and precautions towards both of your piercings.

“I’ll be sure to consult with you when I pierce my ears myself.”

His head whips to you, eyes even wider than before.

“Please don’t.” His face is set in a neutrally mortified expression, tone even.

“And why not?”

“I mean this in the least offensive way possible but you have no license, no training. What if you hit a nerve? Or a blood vessel? I just think having a professional to do it for you is the best decision safety-wise.”

“I promise I’m not gonna go into cardiac arrest from self-piercing my upper lobes babe.”

“I know you’re gonna go through with it regardless of what I say, but make me a promise? Please?” His body is completely turned to you now, phone abandoned in the sheets of the bed.

“Sure thing.”

“Promise you’ll do proper research. And be as cleanly as possible when you do it. The last thing I want for you is you accidentally injuring yourself.”

You walk over to where he’s sitting on the bed and cup his face in your hands. You scratch lightly at the curls behind his ears, careful to avoid his fresh lobe piercings.

“I promise that I’ll be very very careful and to keep everything properly sanitized. Because I’d hate to disappoint you.” You say, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

“You look really good with these by the way.” You use your pointer finger to trace his earlobe, the small stud shining brightly against the reddened skin. His eyes lock with yours and a small smile graces his lips.

“You think so? It was hard choosing the placement at the shop. I didn’t wanna choose anything too gaudy.”

“Nah they look really good Izuku. Like, really good. They suit your face so well. I’m jealous.” In reality, you couldn’t help staring at him after he got his ears done. It matched up too well with his current look.

His wild afro-esk hair, the thin gold serpentine chain peeking from under his t-shirt and the black Wrangler cargos he sported made your head spin. Not to mention his freckle-kissed skin.

Izuku was already a fairly attractive man, but now? It’s like someone sprinkled diamonds on a bar of gold. The shiny new studs in his ears just made him impossibly more attractive and it was dizzying. Sitting here and staring at him, you wonder why you’d even fought him on cleaning your piercings again in the first place. Should’ve answered ‘yes’ from the get-go.

“Hun?” You’re brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. You take your hands off his face and run a single hand through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“You were staring at me for a bit. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s hard not to honestly.”

“You’re flattering me.” A lopsided smile finds its home on his lips as he shakes his head.

“I’m so serious. Sometimes I’ll feel the need to just take in your features. It’s insane.” His eyes find yours in a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.

“My fault. Too much?”

“No, no! You’re fine, honest. I’m just not the best at taking compliments still but thank you, really.” The sudden need to reassure him ticks at your brain.

“Izuku, you are an incredibly attractive guy. You’re kind, witty, intelligent, and not to mention fine as hell. You should get used to compliments. You’ve got a lot going for you.”

A slight blush creeps onto his cheeks, tinting the skin under his freckles.

“I don’t think I’d be very successful with anyone else. It just… feels weird taking compliments that aren’t from you.”

This mf-

“And you say you’re not a smooth talker.”

“______, please. I’m already embarrassed.” But it’s too late. You were already coming up with a freestyle in your head.

“Izuku too smoove, hot boy too smoove.” You chant in a sing-song tone, much to the man’s dismay. His face rests in the palm of his hands as you continue your antics.

“______, please.”

“Hot boy too smoove~”

“Oh my god.”

“‘Zuku too smoove.”

“Oh my god.”

“He steal yo bitch too-”

“Please stop spreading these false claims.”

[saltmannequin]

New Girl

eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 3.5k

warnings: marijuana use, mentions or injury (nothing gory)

summary: You're new in town and your mother and new friends are set on setting you and Eddie up. You braid his hair Robin gets high it's all very fun.

a/n: i loved writing this so much, if you guys like it I'll do a part 2! i love writing high robin so much!!! I listened to the grease soundtrack while writing this and I have heard John Travolta sing far too many times for tonight.

part 2

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The minute Eddie saw you he knew he was a goner. It was Saturday morning and he found you outside, hauling bags and boxes into the home of his neighbor. Your hair was brightly coloured, piercings adorning your face and ears. Due to the summer heat, you were wearing a tied and faded UB40 tee paired with some distressed denim shorts. Your ring-clad hand was resting on the open trunk of the car, exposing the skin of your left hip that was decorated with a small tattoo. He knew that the older woman who lived next door had a daughter, but he never took her seriously when she insisted her daughter was gorgeous, figuring that she was just being biased. 

You peered over your shoulder then and Eddie’s eyes locked with yours for a moment, morning cigarette hanging from his mouth, unlit. His hair was messy and fell across his shoulders, ‘Black Sabbath’ splayed across his t-shirt and checkered boxers peeking out from underneath. Your eyes widened only slightly after finding him unmoving, brown chocolate eyes staring at you. He watched you take him in, feeling his heart drop to his stomach after you found him checking you out.

“Y’ever been told it’s impolite to stare?” You challenged, smiling at the boy, slowly walking towards where he stood on his porch. He was dumbfounded at the fact that your whole look was bordering menacing, your smile was the most innocent and bright thing he had ever seen.

“Uh..s-sorry s’just never seen you in the park before a-and y’know everyone knows everyone ‘round here. You moving in?” He switched his weight on both legs, chuckling nervously and looking anywhere but you. 

“Nah, just putting some super heavy boxes in this random woman’s trailer for no reason.” You smiled wider at his nervous figure. You found him endearing. “I’m Y/N. Loretta’s daughter? You must know her since ‘everyone knows everyone ‘round here’.” 

The boy smiled at your playful mockery, growing more confident as he found you weren’t going to berate him for obviously checking you out. He also knew your mother very well, her feeling like family to him, meaning that you were nothing to be worried about if you were anything like her. “Yeah I know Loretta. She’s real close with my uncle.” You raised a brow at his comment, to which he instantly widened his eyes and began shaking his hands around. “No! I didn’t mean- I’m not saying that- They’re just good friends s’all.”

You nodded. Your mother had talked before about her neighbor Wayne and his nephew Eddie, describing them both as ‘real gentlemen’ and making an effort to chat Eddie up to you. Your mother knew exactly what kind of boys you were into, and you would be lying if you didn’t admit that after seeing the scruffy brunette standing in front of you. “Good to know she’s behaving. Listen I gotta keep unpacking ‘cause I’m on a pretty tight schedule here. See ya around, Eddie.” You winked before walking away, grabbing an orange duffel bag out of your trunk and disappearing inside. 

“I didn’t tell you what my name was.” He said to no one before shaking his head and finally lighting his cigarette.

-

The weekend had been and gone and you had settled into your new environment pretty easily, finding entertainment in getting to decorate a new room, something you were accustomed to and found joy in. 

Monday came around, meaning that it was your first day at Hawkins High. It wasn’t the first time you had been new in town, often moving place to place with your dad while your mom lived in Indiana, so you weren’t extremely worried about being in a new school environment. The quaint town seemed nice enough, so you figured the school would be the same. 

Your first day was pretty uneventful. You expected a lot worse from most of the students based on previous experiences, only receiving a few weird looks and insults hurled your way from the letterman jacketed sheeps that loomed in the halls. During second period you met a short-haired, exuberant girl called Robin who complimented your shoes. You both hit it off instantly and she invited you to sit with her at lunch, which you gratefully accepted, the thought of you having to eat alone in your car being removed from your brain entirely.

“So, let me get this straight. You moved here because your dad kicked you out for some mysterious reason we are not allowed to discuss, so you stayed at multiple friend’s houses for three months and even slept in your car for a week before calling your mom to come stay here in Hawkins?” Robin asked, a puzzled look on her face.

“Correct!” You did a little dance in your seat to emphasize your gratitude for her listening to you talk about why you moved. 

“But..why didn’t you just call your mom in the first place?” 

“Me and my mom get along better when we don’t live together. We get along just fine but when we fight, it’s ugly. I wasn’t gonna call her ‘til some asshole slashed one of my tires ‘cause I didn’t give him twenty cents for a soda at the gas station. Didn’t even know the guy! I told him if I had the twenty cents I woulda given it to him but he told me I was a liar and that I was out to get him. Started crying and everything. Anyway, the rest of my savings I had to spend on a new tire, so I had no options but to call my mom.” 

Robin looked at you with shocked eyes before bursting out laughing. “I-I’m sorry it’s just-” She wheezed at this point, slapping the table multiple times which earned some annoyed glares from people sitting nearby, before calming down and being able to converse normally. “You said that.. like it was nothing! THAT is a story, oh my god!” You giggled at her in return. 

“It was pretty crazy I’ll admit.” 

“You have to meet my friends! They'll absolutely love you and it would be so nice to listen to someone talk about something interesting instead of Steve trying to convince us that Phoebe Cates is the sexiest girl alive.” You snorted lightly at her comment, despite not knowing in the slightest who Steve was. “Seriously. I’ve heard that argument three times this week.”

“It’s Monday.”

“Exactly.”

-

After lunch, Robin gave you an address that she said was Steve’s and to be there for 7pm sharp. You couldn’t help but feel nervous about the whole situation. Walking into a stranger’s home and meeting even more strangers was not your ideal plan for the evening, however you were comforted by the notion that Robin would be there, too.

The rest of the school day zoomed by quickly, and you were disappointed to have not seen your long-haired neighbor roaming the halls, knowing that he went to Hawkins High too after your mother had told you over the phone many months ago. Something about him was intriguing and you wished that you would see and talk to him again.

You decided upon changing your clothes a little before leaving to go to Steve’s house. Despite the summer heat throughout the day, there was still a cool breeze when it got to around this time of night, so you added a thin cardigan to your tank top and shorts combo before teasing your hair a little. Pleased with how you looked, you walked out of your bedroom to see your mother sitting with a man probably only a couple of years older than her. He was slightly balding and had on a pair of coveralls, a lit cigarette in his right hand and was nodding along to your mother’s incessant ranting. She caught sight of you quickly and wasn’t shy about it. 

“Oh! Y/N! Come say hi to Wayne! Wayne, this is my daughter, isn't she a beaut! You look great honey, where are you going off to? I love that top on you, you look like a model!” Your mother had a habit of talking fast, loud and all at once. 

“Hi, Mr. Munson, it's nice to finally meet you! My mom doesn’t ever stop talking about you and Eddie.” You shook his hand and chuckled with him as he nodded at you.

“Oh please, call me Wayne. ‘S a pleasure sweetheart. Funny you say that ‘cause your mom don’t ever stop talking about you.” He chuckled as you sighed slightly at your mother. “You’ve met Eddie?”

“Yeah! Met him the other morning just when I was unpacking my stuff. I haven’t seen him since, though. Seems real sweet.” You responded before turning to look at the clock that read ‘6:54’. “Shoot! I’m gonna be late! Real nice to meet you, Wayne!” Your eyes shot to your mother, who was looking at you, expectantly, wanting you to reveal where you were off to before disappearing into the night. “ ‘M going to a friend's house. Be back later!” You slipped your shoes on frantically before racing out the front door. 

The drive to Steve’s house was not as long as you had anticipated, meaning you got there only a couple minutes late. You gulped as you stepped out of your car, being met with a fairly large, gray paneled house. Steve’s family was wealthy, that was apparent. You walked along the gravel path to his front door, knocking a little tune on the red wood. Muffled laughter could be heard from the inside of the house and faint music was playing. A couple of seconds passed before you were met face-to-face with Robin.

“Y/N! You made it!” She pulled you in for a tight hug before pulling away and staring into your soul with her glassy eyes. Neither of you said anything for a moment, and you raised an eyebrow when she burst out laughing, doubled over. 

“Robin, are you high?” You asked, an amused tone in your voice. You had smoked weed many times before, and therefore it wasn’t difficult for you to distinguish between when someone was high or sober. Robin was baked.

“No, mom, I’m relaxed.” She rolled her eyes before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the unfamiliar home.

She led you to what you assumed was Steve’s living room. If there weren’t two people sitting in there, you would have been under the impression that no one had ever lived there. There were no family photos, trinkets or decorations anywhere in sight. Just furniture and floral print wallpaper in pastel tones. The grease soundtrack echoed through the air and the whole room was blanketed in a thick fog that smelled particularly funky. The sliding glass door leading out to the pool was slightly ajar. 

“It was Nancy’s turn to pick the music.” Robin spoke into your ear with a disgusted tone, failing her attempt at a whisper, earning a laugh from you.

“Hey I can hear you!” The girl sitting on the far end of the couch turned her head to Robin, and then to you. She smiled as she saw you. “Hi! I’m Nancy, You must be Y/N, right? Robin hasn’t shut up about you since she got here, we’ve all been dying to meet you.” You smiled at her warmly as the boy sitting in the armchair placed next to the opposite end of the couch turned to you. Steve, you assumed. 

“Welcome! I’m Steve. Nance is right, seriously Robin kept going on and on about that gas station story you told her at lunch.” Robin began laughing hysterically as he brought the subject up again.

“Y-you didn’t give him twenty cents!” She gasped, “And he cried!” She was also crying at this point. You smiled sheepishly at her, never seeing a person this high before. You were almost skeptical, but the tears coming out of her eyes really sold to you that yes, someone can get this high.

“You smoke?” Steve interjected and drew your attention away from the now giggling Robin, who was trying to annoy Nancy by standing on her feet. He was slightly nervous you would guffaw at the question, storm out and call the cops despite Robin’s insistence that you did indeed smoke, after seeing a Looney Tunes themed lighter in your bag earlier that day when you were showing her your class schedule.

“Sure do.” You responded, now taking a seat on the far end of the couch next to Steve while Robin had now moved to lay on the floor, legs and arms spread like a starfish, mumbling along to ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’. He nodded and extended the now rolled joint out to you. 

“You can have the first pull since you’re new in town. A little welcome to the group gift.” You smiled warmly and accepted the joint that he handed you. You lit the end, inhaling deeply and exhaling. 

About 20 minutes had passed and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve had fallen into an easy conversation before being interrupted by heavy banging on the door. 

“Idiot finally decides to show up.” You heard Steve mumble under his breath before jogging to the door. Nancy looked at you seriously now, joint between her index and middle finger.

“So, Y/N. Seen anyone cute yet?” She asked, smiling slightly as she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling. You thought for a moment, no one really coming to mind until you remembered the exchange you had with a certain neighbor days before. 

“Well..there’s this one guy..” Nancy and Robin both ‘oooohed’ at this information, but before you could say any more you were interrupted by Steve’s booming voice behind you.

“Ladies! The man of the hour has finally arrived without the beer he promised he would bring!” Robin and Nancy both booed and you giggled as Nancy passed the joint to you. 

“Wasn’t my fault you guys, seriously. You can’t expect a guy to buy a bunch of beers and then not drink 'em the night he buys 'em.” Your body froze as you heard his voice, knowing immediately who was standing behind you with Steve. You turned your head and was met with the boy you were almost about to gossip about. His hair was still as big and fluffy as ever, but more tame than the last time you saw it. He was wearing an Iron Maiden tee tucked haphazardly into his black ripped jeans and a red and black flannel draped over his broad shoulders. You smiled slightly as he recognised you, before puffing on the joint that Nancy had handed to you.

You were definitely high at this point, brain getting a little foggy and definitely staring a little longer at the metalhead than you should have, and it made him blush to see you check him out like he did on Saturday morning. 

“I told you making Eddie get the booze was a stupid idea.” Nancy looked at Steve and rolled her eyes as Eddie made his way over to the couch, falling into the seat next to you with an exaggerated sigh. You passed him the joint and he gratefully snatched it out of your hand and took a deep inhale. 

“Never knew you were chummy with my neighbor, Buckley.” Smoke flowed out of Eddie’s mouth as he spoke to your new found friend.

Robin snorted and looked up at him. “Never knew you were neighborly with my chum!” She burst into a fit of giggles before laying her face back into the carpet below her, everyone groaning at the terrible play on words.

“We really need to start keeping track of how much she smokes ‘cause that made me question how many brain cells Rob’s actually destroyed.” Steve huffed out, quirking a brow at the girl sprawled out on his floor. Everyone giggled at this, to which Robin responded with a kind middle finger.

A few hours passed, Robin now dancing with Nancy to ‘You’re The One That I Want’ that had most definitely played at least three times that same night. Steve was humming along to the tune, rolling yet another joint for the group, while you and Eddie were still sitting next to one another, in the most intense conversation you had ever found yourself in.

“That’s so not true!”

“It is!”

Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes at your persistence, slightly offended that you would even suggest such a thing. “Sylvester is not better than Garfield, how dare you even say that!”

You sighed frustratedly. “But he is! Garfield is an iconic cat, I’ll admit! But Sylvester just has that loveable quality about him.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That may be true, but I’m also right.” 

You both sat in silence for a moment, you peering over at the boy and wanting nothing more than to touch his hair. It was the first thing you always noticed about him, how soft it looked and how much you wanted to run your hands through it. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Can I braid your hair?” You instantly cringed at your question. ‘How creepy.’ You thought. Eddie turned to you instantly, staring at you in shock for a moment, not fully convinced that you had just said anything at all let alone asking to braid his hair. You smiled at him sheepishly, becoming slightly embarrassed.

“Sure.” You were taken aback by his response, expecting him to call you weird and move away from you, but instead he just stood up from the couch and sat on the floor directly in front of you. “Make me look gorgeous!” He exclaimed and you giggled.

Gathering his hair in your hands, you started to comb through it slightly with your fingers before dividing it into three sections. You hummed quietly as you worked and felt a sense of peace wash over you until Steve, once again, interrupted your thoughts.

“What the fuck?” He looked at Eddie, horrified.

“What’s up Steve?” You answered.

“You’re braiding his hair? Are you fucking kidding me! Yesterday he had a leaf in his hair, I went to pull it out for him and he punched me in the stomach! He doesn’t let anyone touch his hair!” It was true, Eddie had always been protective of his hair, scared people would mess it up if their hands went anywhere near it, but with you, Eddie felt weirdly okay with it. He felt comfortable with you despite your limited exchanges.

Nancy and Robin had turned to face you three now too. Nancy gave you a look as if to say ‘I know exactly who you find cute.’ and Robin smiled at you before turning to go into the kitchen, nothing in her eyes.

“Shut up, Harrington.” Eddie retorted to which Steve grumbled in response. You smiled to yourself before tying the boy's hair up with one of the spare hair ties you always kept around your wrist.

“Steve! Where do you keep your carrots?” Robin shouted from the kitchen and Steve sighed before getting up to check on the girl, Nancy following behind him. 

“All done!” You exclaimed to Eddie as he smiled at you and returned to his original seat.

“Hey.. ‘been meaning to ask. How’d you know what my name was? The first time we met, I mean. I never told you what it was.” He looked at you confused, clearly not putting two and two together and figuring out that your mother talked about him and Wayne to you as much as she did about you to them.

“Robin, stop taking bites out of my vegetables!”

“I’m making a bite-sized salad!”

You stared at him for a moment. “I’m magic.” You smiled as he chuckled at you. “My mom talks about you and Wayne a whole bunch.” 

“Oh? What’s Loretta been sayin’ about little old me?” He batted his eyelashes at you, theatrically putting a hand on his chest and smiling bashfully. 

“Hmmm.” You paused for a moment. “You have a DnD club at school, you play guitar, you’re in a band, what else, what else..oh! A couple years ago you tried to pierce your ear, failed and ran into the kitchen with a bleeding earlobe screaming ‘ITS GONNA FALL OFF ITS GONNA FALL OFF!’ “ You began to laugh at the last scenario, now being able to imagine it fully playing out after having met both Munson men. Eddie laughed along with you and you decided against mentioning the fact that your mother had been trying to talk Eddie up to you multiple times over the phone.

“Listen, in my defense, I pierced too far up - thought my whole earlobe was gonna fall off. There was so much blood it was insane!” You laughed even more at this, Eddie faking hurt. “Is my pain of amusement to you? How evil.” You shoved his arm a little, resulting in him poking you in your side which then resulted in you poking his side. Both of you were screaming and laughing like mad children.

Throughout the hubbub, you both failed to notice Steve, Robin and Nancy stood in the doorway, watching you both. 

“Okay, those two are a match made in heaven.” Steve stated.

“Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say.” Nancy rolled her eyes at Steve as he locked eyes with Robin, who had a tomato seed on the end of her nose.

They nodded intensely before both saying what the other was thinking.

“Let’s set them up.”

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part 2

p.s. sorry for making Robin say 'let me get this straight'

[quirrrky]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR  「09. UNEXPECTED」

『MASTERLIST』  « PREV • NXT »  (NEXT WEEK)

𐑂 1.9k+ words     𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door?     𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

"You don't have to go, if you don't want to, Y/N." Your best friend told you over the phone while you tended on your garbage bag.

"Yeah, they're just using the excursion to have a date with their significant others and, even worse, to boast their rich boyfriends." You rolled your eyes, recalling how Nako would use every situation to brag every designer bag her boyfriend would get for her.

"Just file it as a leave, okay? I have siblings. I can call one of them to come over and pick me up from the airport."

Today was the day you had to decide on whether you'd come to the company excursion and yet your first choice was to bail out. You sighed and headed out of your apartment, dragging with you the rubbish you had for disposal.

"I'll still try my best to meet you there." You told her and eventually you excused yourself from the call as there'd be no signal inside the elevator. Just in time, before the door closes, Tsumu came in with his own garbage bag in hand.

No, he definitely didn't know you'd be throwing the garbage at this very moment and planned to tag along with you.

"Got any movies you wanna watch next time?" He started, while casually taking your garbage bag from your hold to help you out.

You drew in a deep breath. "As long as it's not volleyball. I prefer to watch a game live."

"Then! I can bring you to one of mine! Gotta show you how I win." He suggested enthusiastically. You just weakly chuckled at him and didn't;t even have any smarts retort and that's when Atsumu picked up that there's something bothering you. "It's about the excursion stuff."

"How did you-"

No, he definitely didn't listen on your conversations and snooped around your business.

Sighing, you shook your head. "Of course, you listened."

"Correction, I heard."

The elevator doors opened and you both stepped out from it. You not telling your decisions meant that you hadn't make one. After all, Atsumu knew very well that those bitches had set up a trap for you but it wasn't easy to just take a leave like a coward.

You walked with him to the bins and, while he threw your garbage bags together, your mind still wandered.

"Just go," he suggested as you both headed back to the apartment.

"What?"

"I mean, no matter what happened you got a face to show." He pressed the button up. "If you run away now, you'll run forever. Stop runnin', Y/N."

You gulped at his words. Ever since you were little, you always chose to avoid everything that up until now, you just kept on running away. If, at first, you were given a chance to avoid Atsumu, you had probably done so. You actually even did during your early stages together, but it was his annoying persistence that always blocked your road from doing so.

Finally reaching your floor, you stopped at your doorstep. "Tsumu, thank you."

Suddenly, his breath got caught in his throat, not knowing what to feel whenever you gave him such expression. "W-Why?"

"For the advice."

"No, I mean...why're ya smilin' at me like that?"

You chuckled. "You really made me feel better."

His cheeks flushed as he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nah, it's nothin'" No, it's everything. It's his very first time giving an advice to someone without offending them. It meant so much for him too. "Just call me and I'd be there for ya'."

You opened your door and said to him before entering, "I'm counting on it."

Taking a deep breath, you headed inside your office building. Your grip on your bag's strap was so tight your knuckles were turning white. You knew what you're stepping into but it's better to be true to yourself than join them or even think of running away again.

You saw them all dressed up in their casual clothes and were now preparing to board the bus downstairs.

You opened your computer and acted like you didn't care even if you'd be alone in the entire floor. You remembered what Tsumu told you the other night and mustered all the courage you could get.

However, that resolve was quickly challenged when Nako approached your desk.

"Y/N, since this would be considered as work day, I think you should know that you should come with us."

"No, I'd be staying here." You said, making sure she heard the period in your statement.

"But we need you with the preparations."

You felt heat running up fro your spine, completely burning the back of your neck. "W-What do you mean preparations?" You tried your best to keep your composure.

Nako proudly pointed at the pile of boxes. "We need you to get those inside the bus. You're gonna help us set-up and clean the place too, so you'll be coming with us."

"Sorry, but I won't go with you."

"Since, you won't be participating in the excursion, you're now tasked to assist with the preparations and such."

"Wai-"

"I have to go now my Hiro-kun is waiting for me and we have to board the bus."

Even if she said that, you still won't be taking her demands as the final answer. You approached your manager with hopes that he would listen to your cause but...

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I won't be going anywhere, sir. I checked out of the excursion."

"But Nako told me you volunteered to assist the organizers."

"What?" You said in shock. "I didn't. I-"

The manager came to a pause and realized everything.

"I'm sorry this happened, Y/N, but we have no one now, too." He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Even if I want you to stay here, I was advised that no one should be left here alone for security purposes. We lack one people now. I know it's not fair to you, but please just do this for me." Your manager humbly requested and you couldn't say 'no' to his hopeful and almost desperate eyes. After all, he's one of the three people who were kind to you.  

"Okay, sir." It felt dry and tasted bitter in your throat, but this was the harsh reality.

"I got you, Y/N. Don't worry." He leaned in and whispered. "I'll approve the emergency leave you have on stand-by for whatever reason. I'll take care of Nako for you too."

You gave him a sullen smile. Your shoulders slumped in dejection as you went to where the boxes were. There was a giant cooler, which contained the meat for grilling and some sodas. The grilling set was inside one of the boxes and there were also other items.

You gulped and instinctively glanced down on your high-heeled shoes and your overall corporate get up. You even decided to wear a skirt today not knowing that this would happen.

This was what Nako had planned!

Your brows were crinkled as you carried one of the boxes with so much resentment. You fell into the trap, but it's your own choice anyway. This was your own doing. If you hadn't let her step on you in the first place, if you hadn't run away when you could face her, this thing wouldn't lead this far. That did;t mean Nako didn't have her own share of fault too, but you couldn't bring the entire blame all to her.

Your feet shook as you walked outside the elevator going to the where the bus was. They all just lined up there and took pictures. No one's even helping you out. You firmly closed your eyes. You seriously felt like crying now, but you mustn't show them how deep they cut you for doing this. You bit your lip, trying to remain strong as you placed the box inside the compartment.

"Y/N, hurry up! We're about to go! Don't carry it one by one." One of Nako's friends shouted, insensitively.

You weren't supposed to do this anyway! Just carrying a box was hard enough and now they're demanding for you to rush it and bring everything all at once.

You came across your manager and saw that he carried one of the boxes too. "Sir..."

"It's okay. It's okay. This is my favor from you anyway."

You gave him a prim smile but saw Nako's group frowned at what happened. You headed back inside before you heard more of their complaints.

Catching your breath, you pulled yourself together. You only have one box and a cooler left. There's now way you could carry those two at the same time! You grabbed the box and rushed towards the elevators.

This was not about them making it hard for you anymore. It was a given. This was all planned. It's how you'd act gracefully through this tough situation. Never show them that they're getting into you.

Approaching the bus, you were about to place the box inside when someone took the item from your hand.

"Sir, I got this." Only to realize that it wasn't your boss. "Atsumu?" Your eyes widened and he beamed at you like he just saved your day.

"I told you, ain't it? I'll be here for ya." He winked at you and placed the box inside the compartment.

"What? How did you-" You took in his nice jacket and black t-shirt. God, he looked so handsome. You couldn't believe what's happening.

"Are they givin' you a hard time here? Are ya tired?" He brushed your forehead like he was sweeping your sweat away. "Just play along." He whispered and placed a swift kiss on your cheek. "Leave the rest to me and just walk me through 'kay?"

"Tsumu-" You were about to protest when one of Nako's friends chimed in in utter disbelief.

"Wait. Aren't you Miya Atsumu? The start athlete Miya Atsumu?"

Your officemates began chattering around with the sound of his name. Even their boyfriends and your male colleagues were stoked.

"Yes, I am." He said proudly, putting his hands on his waist.

Nako came forward. Her eyes were wide and her expression was that of total shock and despair. "Why are you here? W-What does this mean? Y/N is..."

Atsumu pulled you close to him and he didn't just put an arm around you, instead he grabbed you by the waist with a grip so firm. "Y/N's my fiance."

Everyone gasped including you. He chuckled and pinched your side a little. "C'mon...Oops! I forgot. She hadn't said yes yet."

What the...

This was all kind of messy and wrong and you knew you got to stop this act. You were never in support of being in a relationship just to gain prominence or whatsoever. Let alone, fake one. However, seeing Nako's distraught face was, in a way, kind of satisfying. It felt like you'd won for the very first time and, at last, through Atsumu you gained a solid ally beside you.

"Please..." You heard him subtly pleaded beside you as if completely pushing you forward to take up on this chance.

You looked up to him, searching his eyes. At face value, who wouldn't have Miya Atsumu as their boyfriend? He's hot, funny and a known champion, but most of all, he was your friend and he came at the right time when you needed someone to stand by you.

You sighed in defeat, giving him the signal that you're all in for the biggest joke of your life thus far. After all, Nako declared a war against.  you when she plotted this scheme. It's not your fault that you had a powerful weapon beside you now.

Atsumu grinned. The twinkle in his eyes showed the mischief he had in store to make this experience a painful defeat against your annoying officemates. He couldn't wait to show you what victory felt like.

Atsumu took your hand. "Let's go now, princess."

You winced at the petname and started questioning yourself. Did you really make the right decision?

𐑂 AN : FAKE DATING ARC begins!!! just as the friendship arc is getting stronger... conflict will soon arise...I can smell it. also, gdi! my soul wants to write more but my body is in opposition TT^TT I want to feel the spark of inspiration and excitement to rush up to me again! >,< your comments really get me going tho! IS OMI THE KILLER? I saw that rb from someone! hahahaha take a guess guys...IS OMI THE KILLER? 

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✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧

[lilypadlys]

Laundry Day

Sunshine and Aurora have a girls trip to the mall to buy Aurora lingerie.

Ship: Aurora/Sunshine

Word Count: 1,683

Rating: Teen

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, trying on lingerie, fade to black implied spice at the end

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It all started when it was Aurora’s turn to do the pack’s laundry. Still newly topside, operating appliances was occasionally a daunting task so fortunately Sunshine was there to help.

“Dump the clothes in here right?”

“Yup. And here’s the tray for the detergent and fabric softeners. Oh before you close it, let's throw some borax in there. It’ll help deal with the smell.” Sunshine exaggeratedly waves her hand in front of her nose in reference to the smell of the boys’ dirty socks.

“Can I push the buttons?”

“Haha, sure.”

They both smile as the buttons make a little chime when they’re pushed and soon the washer begins filling with water.

“Okay, now we can fold the clean stuff while we wait.”

Thus follows the weekly challenge of discerning whose clothes are whose. Size, style, and shape doesn’t help when they all practically share clothes at times. There’s this one faded and stretched t-shirt that’s rumored to have belonged to one of Primo’s ghouls and just kept getting passed around.

Sunshine picks up a pair of neon pink panties.

“These yours?”

Aurora shakes her head.

“I wish. Mine are just the white ones.” She picks a pair of her ministry issue white cotton ones from the laundry heap. “I don’t have any pretty ones.”

Sunshine drops the panties back on the pile to stare at Aurora with that look she gets when she’s plotting something.

“What are you thinking?”

“Would you like some pretty ones?”

“I mean…honestly yeah. I wouldn’t mind it. These are someone else's though. I know we share a lot of clothing but I don’t want to steal someone’s underwear.”

“How about we get you your own? We can hit the mall tomorrow.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you deal with those itchy ones any longer than you have to. Let’s get you some new bras too, okay?”

“Okay!”

Aurora can hardly wait. She’s seen the lingerie the other’s wear. Cumulus’ sets are her favorite, lots of blues and the occasional red. She looks so stunning in all of them from her bra and panty sets to her bodysuits. They all accent her curves deliciously. Rain probably has to be a close second though. Her jaw hit the floor the first time she saw him in garters and stockings and she’s joined the others in poorly masking excuses to brush their hands and tails over the nylon. He’s derailed many a movie night by showing up in a partially tempting set. Regardless of who wears it, Aurora feels that it always makes them look so sexy. And now she gets to wear some of her own.

The next day she's practically bouncing in excitement, pestering Sunshine about when they can go to the mall. Aurora finishes her chores in record time and impatiently waits by the ministry’s garages for a sibling to take her and Sunshine on their outing. Finally though, they head out and arrive at their destination.

The sister sets them loose with promises to meet up in a few hours. Sunshine steers and over excited Aurora to their department store of choice and to the lingerie section.

“Start looking around.”

“Kay!”

Aurora skips around happily until a price tag, and its rather large number, catches her eye.

“Ahh? Why is it so expensive? It’s barely any fabric?”

Sunshine shrugs.

“Dunno. Don’t worry about it though.”

When Sunshine flashes the shiny plastic card, Aurora gasps.

“Is that Papa’s credit card?” She asks timidly.

“Nah.”

“Oh good-”

“It’s Mister Psaltarian’s.”

“Ahhh no that’s worse!”

“Eh he’s a penny pincher. He barely uses it. All that money is just sitting around, might as well use it.”

“But Aether said that’s not how credit cards work.”

“Is Aether here?”

“No…?”

“Then it’s not a problem. Now go start looking around. If you see something you like, I’ll help you find it in your size.”

“Okay…”

Aurora gives Sunshine the side eye but her attention is quickly drawn to a pretty baby pink lace bralette. She rubs the lacy trim between her fingers consideringly.

“Grab it if you like it. We’ll get a stack going of stuff for you to try on so you can figure out what you like.”

“Okie.”

After about fifteen minutes of Aurora flitting around the lingerie department, pointing at bras and panties and Sunshine grabbing and carrying them for her, they have a decent pile. Then it’s off to the dressing rooms.

“Need any help?”

“Nah, I got it.”

“Cool. I’ll wait out here.”

Aurora heads into a changing room and strips down to her panties. She grabs the bralette first and pairs it with matching panties. The combo is nice. The pink matches her cotton candy hair and the lace makes her feel fancy. One set down, like ten more to go.

One by one she tries everything on and separates them into yes and no piles. A black push up bra and matching cheeky panties join the yes pile while an ill fitting and scratchy panty quickly gets flung to the no pile. She finally redresses and pokes her head out to beckon Sunshine into the stall.

“So how’d it go?”

“Push up bras feel weird at first but I think I like them. This brand of panties is nice. Those other ones can fuck right off though. Too itchy.”

“Haha, no problem.” Sunshine grabs the offending garments to put on the clothing return rack. “Want more like the blue ones?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, let's go find some more of those.”

They return to the lingerie section to grab a fresh selection of things for Aurora to try and again end up back at the dressing rooms. Aurora gives her ratings from behind the stall door while Sunshine waits at the ready to run and grab different sizes, styles, and colors.

Aurora waggles a neon yellow bra over the door and Sunshine snorts.

“You called?”

“Can you grab one of the next size up please?”

“On it Princess.”

Sunshine returns with the bra and a couple other panty sets that caught her eye.

“Here you go. Wanna try these as well?”

“Kay.”

After about an hour and a half, Aurora’s made her selections. She’s set up with a week’s worth of pretty, and non itchy, bras and panties. Somehow they even make it to the register without dropping anything. Sunshine pays with the swiped credit card and they’re on their way with time for a pretzel stop before they need to meet back up with the sister who drove them.

Aurora’s uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home.

When they reach their wing, Sunshine bumps her shoulder.

“Everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Thank you for going with me!”

“No problem. Happy to help.”

Aurora opens and closes her mouth before frowning.

“Um, well…it’s just that…I dunno. I really like the stuff we picked out but…”

“Hm?”

“It’s just that Lulu, and Rain, and you and Ciri all look so good in lingerie. I didn’t feel bad, just not amazing or anything. Didn’t have like a, wow moment.”

“Tell you what. Let’s get your favorite set washed, the pink ones right? Then how about you get dressed up in it with some better lighting than in the dressing room and see how you feel. Is that okay?”

“Uh huh.”

Sunshine clips the tags and gets a load of reds going. Then in the meantime they relax, both tired from running back and forth across the department store so many times. When the dryer has finished its cycle, Sunshine retrieves Aurora’s things.

“How about you get dressed in these for me. But don’t look in the mirror yet.”

“Kay.”

Aurora strips completely this time and pulls on the new panties.

“Ooh. These are so soft!”

“Aren’t they?”

Sunshine does up the back of Aurora’s bra and adjusts the straps so it fits her better.

“Okay, don’t look quite yet.” She grabs a bundle of pastel pink satin from the garment bag. “I found these at the store too and thought you might like them. If not, no worries. We’re about the same size so I’ll steal them.”

Sunshine’s disclaimer is unneeded as Aurora’s eyes get huge and she makes grabby hands for the stockings.

“Ahh I love them!”

Sunshine helps her slip those on as well, fussing over the fit of everything. Finally she steps back and nods.

“Okay, now you can look.”

Aurora turns around to face the full length mirror and she freezes.

The bralette is a tiny thing, really only supporting her underbust and leaving little else to the imagination. The panties too are scanty, cut high on her hips in the front and snug on her ass in the back.

Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth follows in an even bigger grin. The way her body is framed tantalizingly, how her little tits are put on display, how the stockings dig into the slight swell of her thighs. She can’t help but stand a little straighter and cock her hip. Unable to find the words she makes a happy little trill and she bounces on her toes.

“Good?”

“I feel so fucking pretty!” Aurora does a little spin to admire herself from every angle.

“As you should! You look gorgeous.”

“I feel so much better about it now. I guess trying the panties on for real helps. And the stockings! Eeeee!”

Sunshine smiles, self satisfied.“I knew you’d love them.”

“I wanna go show the others!”

“...right now?”

Aurora meets Sunshine’s gaze in the mirror. The latter frowns, her pupils slanting cat-like. Predatory.

“Yeah, why?”

Sunshine sidles up behind Aurora and traces a hand over her hip. Her voice takes on a possessive edge.

“I’m not ready to have to share you yet.”

“O-oh! Hehe.” Aurora giggles, suddenly shy. “I mean, you don’t have to share…”

Sunshine slips her fingers into the waistband of Aurora’s panties and pulls it taught.

“Good.”

She releases the fabric allowing it to snap back. Aurora squeaks.

“On the bed princess.”

Aurora couldn’t make it to the bed faster if she tried.

[miniimapp]

A-Z Fluff (Aaron Z Edition)

Gen ;; Fluff - Alphabet Headcanons

Warnings ;; nah

Proofread + Edited ;; not in this lifetime

Auth. Note ;; nearly just wrote the christmas countdown intro lmao.. anyways since the rest of your boys have one it's time Z got one of his own too just to round off the end of this year

I look forward to many 4*TOWN related shenanigans in 2023

Enjoy !! <3

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A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

Z would 100% be advocating for that hiking couple lifestyle but if you're not up for it just relaxing walks together would be just as good

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Z hasn't considered the option and won't consider it until he's at a stable and happy place in his career and personal life

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Mans basically wraps himself around you,, kinda just drapes himself on top of you like a weighted blanket lmao

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

At home dates are definitely more at Z's speed than public dates like going to the movies or to a fancy restaurant

He wants to be comfortable around you and for you to be comfortable around him and the best place for that, in his mind, is in the private comfort of home

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are Z's sun,, you light up his world

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

T literally told him that he loved you lmao

Yall were just friends but you were dropping serious hints and poor, oblivious Z was catching none of them. You were getting him water during a break in dance practice and T just started grilling him

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

So so gentle,, literally almost terrified if he breathes too hard you'll crack and disappear

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Z has big hands so he likes to cover all of your hand with his when he can,,

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Calm and collected on the outside,, will patch you up with little to no visible reaction

On the inside tho ?? Many panicked mental screams coming from ya boy

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

No,, you have his wholehearted trust

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Very sweet and chaste,, you will not get a make out session out of this boy very easily because he will be so flustered lmao

You definitely initiated the first kiss,, and Z combusted on the spot lmao

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

He does surprisingly lmao

When Z gets very flustered and has trouble getting his words out he just ends up shouting them so be prepared for Z to just shout his confession at you and then attempt to run away

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Z teaching you some of his favourite basketball tricks and then getting ice cream together afterwards

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

If he sees something that makes him think of you he'll buy it and then just carry it around, hyping himself up to give it to you you day a cute little speech or something

Almost always ends up just shoving it in your hands and speed walking away but at least you get the gift so..

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow because you make him happy

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Babe and baby are the most common ones Z uses,, he might throw in a doll or a sweetheart every now and then

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

"Is this okay?"

"Are you comfortable?"

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Stay in and channel surf until you just pick a random channel that you ignore anyway in favour of talking with each other

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

For someone else,, Z isn't very good with his words and is scared to rely on them to cheer someone up so instead he'll just take them to do something they enjoy

For himself,, Z will dance, play basketball or go on a walk.. something that will keep both his body and mind active and distracted

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

His favourite athletes, basketball and new choreography he's put together

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Listening to music or other people talking

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Z won't propose unless you express direct interest in the idea and only after a couple of years in an explicit relationship

His proposal wouldn't be anything extravagant and it definitely wouldn't be in public,, probably on an indoor date

Forewarning,, he may shout his proposal at you but he means every word. His eyes will be closed in feat of rejection and there's a chance he'll forget to get down on one knee, or perhaps wobble getting there. Honestly kinda reminds me of Cove's proposals in Our Life if you've played it lmao

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Beautiful - Bazzi

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

Fairly well,, he'll call every now and then to check in on you and to hear your voice and Z will worry about you when he has the spare time but don't worry,, he'll be fine without you lmao

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Z wants a dog so bad it's not even funny,, he gets so excited when he sees dogs in public that he doesn't even care what people think of him for as long as that dog is his focus lmao

[corpse-infatuation]

Tom Riddle NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Acts of service and cuddling is always his go to. He’ll make you both cups of tea and occasionally grab a snack, if it’s late at night he’ll quickly take you in the shower and pamper you in your favorite lotions and skin care afterwards.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body would have to be his cock or his thighs. He can’t choose between both.

His favorite part of yours would be either your ass or your legs. He loves rubbing them after you’ve cuddled next to him or lay on him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

My boy loves a big mess. He almost goes into a frenzy over it, the smell, the feeling of it rubbed between his fingers, tasting it you name it. He loves it. He loves making you shake and squirm with two fingers of his right hand. He loves pushing into your cunt deeper until your legs start shaking.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would definitely be the type to take secret pictures of you without knowledge and jack off to them aggressively. When you’re sleeping or doing homework in the library.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has an idea of what he’s doing, pretty minimal experience growing up in wools orphanage but the making of magazines changed that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, as an earth sign he values closeness and comfort. He can be a really deep and affectionate lover, he would definitely love to look at you chest to chest while he drills into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Minimal goofiness, usually more towards the end of the deed, he gets down to business.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trims his pubes every 2-4 weeks, pubes are a medium shade of brown to match his dark curls.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate with his lover. Can be slow and sensual with just the right amount of roughness on a good day.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Got caught in the prefect bathroom by moaning myrtle his third year after finding his female teacher profoundly more than attractive. He never stepped foot in that bathroom again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, Rope play, cuckholding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The outfits you put together (he especially loves black and red on you), your intellect and the conversations you two share definitely make him aroused. How smart you are makes this man drive himself into a wall, if you work with him it’s the little things you do that matter.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with food and pet names. He prefers darling, love, or baby

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

My boy is a certified munch, but loves when he gets to receive. He won’t complain either way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Use your imagination how you choose.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely not, my man loves to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah, not his thing

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3, an even split. He’ll never go a fourth, he’d get to dehydrated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a secret collection of toys and devices. He would love to stretch his partner out and make them gag. I said what I said.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Can be sort of a dick and make you wait the entire day or tease you and sometimes do nothing about it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud if he’s with his lover.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a fucking panty sniffer.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not to long, thick, meaty german bratwurst ;) (he’s german leave me alone)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

1-10?

6

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how rough or how long the deed lasts

[ogamagirl]

Heck it - I answered the rest of those Poke-themed asks because I wanted to, fight me ✨

Art by Nonny - go under the readmore to read me rambling bout us |3c

Eevee - What Eeveelutions would fit you and your F/O?

-He's Umbreon for sure! I feel like dark n steel types tend to suit him best so Umbreon is his Eeveelution for sure - Umbreon has sort of a broody expression that matches Soul well, and it, like Absol his ace, I think gets sort of a bad rep because of its typing, kind of how some might assume the worst about Soul because of his sort of "bad boy" aesthetic, when that couldn't be further from the truth! On my end - my first fav Eeveelution was Vaporeon because it was the first one I raised properly, but my current fav is Sylveon (actually it's a tie between Sylveon and Umbreon but seeing as Soul has Umbreon) so I guess...a tie between Vaporeon and Sylveon? Water is often associated with adaptability and I don't particularly like being adaptable but I think I'm fairly good at doing so lol, while Sylveon evolves through lots of love and I think I have a lot of love to give!

Alolan!Raichu - Have you and your F/O ever tried surfing?

-No! :0 Soul's done body-boarding before but not full on surfing; I have never tried either properly (like, I've used body-boards for fun but that's it). We both like swimming tho!

Gengar - Do either of you believe in ghosts?

-Mm...SE-verse wise, technically souls that persist without being absorbed quickly have the potential to manifest as ghosts, so :0

Meganium - Flower power! Do you two have a garden (or plan to grow one)?

-Nah; I do not have a green thumb and we also have a cat - our apartment doesn't have a lot of outdoor space so anything that we grow would have to be grown inside, and Yutaka would 100% chew on the plants sjfdgnlsfjg. Maybe when we have our own bigger space growing vegetables might be fun to try, but I don't think I'm particularly adept at growing things to begin with so probably not TuT;;

Roserade - Have you or your F/O ever given each other a bouquet? What kinds of flowers were in it?

-I am actually allergic to flowers |D I think they're very beautiful but having them in the same room as me makes me sneeze like crazy, so Soul does not often get me bouquets TAT;;; a couple of times before he knew me well enough to know that he did though! Standard roses the first time, but he got me a bouquet with red spider lilies once - which, we're both aware of the standard symbolism behind them, but they're my favorite flower regardless, so I was touched because he remembered!!

Soul's not the biggest fan of flowers so I've never given him a bouquet as a present.

Comfey - The best way to relax with each other?

-Chillin'  on the couch either watching something or playing a video game  together. Video game might be our favorite - we don't play a lot of  multiplayer stuff, rather we tag-team a single player game, giving each  other hints or working together to solve puzzles, it's a lot of fun! TuT

Mimikyu - Imagine cosplaying as your F/O (or your F/O cosplaying as you). How does it turn out?

-Mweheh, I do casual cosplay of him all the time because I have stolen multiple articles of clothing from him :3c mostly stuff he wore as a teen that doesn't fit him anymore but fits me well enough because I'm short, like his track jacket and a couple of sweaters. He is bemused by this |3

The style of t-shirt I used to wear back them is actually a style of t-shirt he wears fairly frequently still, so I guess he does casual cosplay of me too in that way? 🤔 I don't think he's ever worn the exact color combo I did tho (red and black, haha). But we do matchy outfits a lot now =w=

Chansey - Who worries more if either one of you ends up in a hospital?

-BOTH of us would be worried, but definitely Soul TAT;; I've broken bones multiple times since we've been together and he was always super worried ;; Thankfully none of those hospital visits necessitated staying overnight, he absolutely would have slept on the floor lol.

Ditto - If someone tried to impersonate you or your F/O, how would you distinguish the two?

that's all I'm saying on that lmfao

Altaria - What’re yours and your F/O’s thoughts on cloud-gazing?

-Hm!  I don't think either of us feel one particular way about it :0 clouds are pretty and fun to look at, and if we're outside and bored we've both  pointed out clouds that look like funny things to each other, but it's  not something that either of us actively seek to do.

Jirachi - Would you or your F/O wish for anything?

-I'd wish for money ;; I know that's pretty materialistic but I'm a broke millennial that basically lives paycheck to paycheck lmfao - I don't want to be CRAZY rich, I just want enough for us both to be comfortable and not have to worry about things and be able to get treats for ourselves and our friends consistently...

Soul's not a very materialistic person, so I think he'd just wish for the continued strength to protect his loved ones.

Luvdisc - Who fell in love with whom first?

-Meeeeeeee .////////. I mused on this recently in other asks I think, but it wasn't love at first sight, rather interest at first sight that developed into love fairly quickly the more I got to know him. It was because I was trying to hang out with him more and get to know him that he got to know me too, and subsequently found himself developing feelings as well 💖

Stoutland - Any pets you own? Care to tell me a bit about them?

-We  have a black cat named Yutaka! He is a nasty beast boy whom we love  dearly. I am definitely the cat person between the two of us (having to  deal with Blair soured Soul on cats for a while lmfao but he's come around) and baby Yutaka more but Soul always gives him treats n   scritches and sometimes I've found them napping together and it's   adoooooorable TAT////////

Articuno - It’s snowing outside! Do you two play in the snow or stay inside and cuddle with warm drinks?

-STAY INSIDE AND CUDDLE LMAO - I do like cold weather and snow is very pretty but I like to observe it from the inside nowadays. Soul gets cold very easily so he's definitely inside snuggled up to me haha - he will also have a warm drink, but I do not like warm drinks, so I get warm by cuddling him u//v//u

Vanillite - What’s yours and your F/O’s favorite frozen desserts?

-We both like ice cream!!!! My favorite flavor is chocolate - and like, that includes any kind of chocolate, be it plain or with extra stuff in it like chocochips or shavings or brownies or cookie dough or....uh, yeah you get the idea |D

Soul's not a huge sweets person but he likes cinnamon or fruit flavors!

Bellossom - How do you two help each other fall asleep?

-The act of being next to each other in bed is already a big contributing factor to helping us fall asleep, but in case we're having trouble falling asleep:

Soul will often tickle my back and talk softly to me - it could be about anything, it's me falling asleep to his voice that helps. He also once wrote/played a really quick instrumental piano piece that he put on my iPod all sneaky like to help me fall asleep when I had a period of having really bad nightmares, so if I need an even EXTRA push he'll put that on for me ;/////;

I'll sing to Soul if he needs help falling asleep, and I will also tickle his back or play with his hair while I do so.

Jigglypuff - On a scale of one to ten (or tenouttaten), how much of a softie is your F/O towards you? (alt. how much of a softie are you towards them?)

-He's a tenouttaten of course! But in his own special Soul way - like, he's very good at being firm with me if I'm being unreasonable, so he doesn't coddle me. But he's very patient and gentle, and he never gets angry with me if I'm having a bad day because of my anxiety or depression, he's always just steadfastly next to me for as long as I need. We both know each other extremely well at this point, of course, so he'll often give me hugs or physical affection without me having to ask for it, because he can tell when I need it. But he'll also be playful and give me physical affection because HE wants it, coming up behind me when I'm cooking to hold me around the waist and rest his head on my shoulder, or surprising me by taking a shower with me and washing my hair for me. He's .//////. mmm. always so wonderful....

I am also of course a tenouttaten towards him sjgnlgngdg when I get affectionate I get AFFECTIONATE and very clingy and cuddly - my style of giving affection is a bit more "aggressive" than him, I guess? xD but again, we know each other and understand the way we each give affection so he takes all of it in stride - and let's be honest, it makes him very happy that I hype him up and call him cool and the best all the time =//w//=

Delibird - How fancy are you two when it comes to giving gifts?

-Not super fancy in the sense that we don't often get each other expensive stuff. Like, I don't wear a lot of jewelry and don't want expensive jewelry to begin with, so that's not something Soul often gets me - the only things he gets me with any regularity are earrings because I like them and he picks things that he think I'll like, not based on how expensive they are. That's critical for both of us, thinking about what would mean something to each other rather than the price tag - like, one of his favorite things I've gotten him was a little bell with a skull on it that's supposed to protect motorcycle riders, and he still has it on his motorcycle keychain! It wasn't an expensive gift, but it was meaningful to him, because it's connected to one of his hobbies and shows I was thinking about him. So...not fancy, but always thoughtful 💖

Blaziken - Do you or your F/O train often?

-Heeee does! He kind of has to lmao - he and Maka still go out on missions so he has to be in good physical condition to be ready for any sort of situation that might come up. I have gone on and off over the years in regards to working out regularly (anxiety and depression combo be a bitch lmao) but CURRENTLY I try to do some physical activity for at least 30 minutes a day. He comes on my walks with me!

Gardevoir - Has your F/O referred to you as “their princess/queen”? (or vice versa?)

-Noooooooo lmao that's not Soul's style at all |D I know I'm that IMPORTANT to him, of course, but he's never been one for many nicknames; his most often used one for me is "babe". I don't think I'd want him to call me princess or queen tbh, it would feel weird. I like being his babe //w//

I've never called him prince or king either for the record lmao.

Cherrim (Sunny Form) - If it’s a sunny day outside, do you go outside to spend time together or no?

-That  is entirely dependent on the temperature lmAO I hate the heat, so if  it's above, like, 75F (so like 24C) I will not willingly spend any kind  of time outside. But if it's not too hot, sure! As mentioned above we  like taking walks together so if the weather's nice and it's sunny we'll  take a walk together.

Wailord - Who’s taller, you or your F/O? What’s the height difference?

-Soul issssss a foot taller than me =w=b 💖 (that's around 33cm for my metric friends) Our height difference is v important to me I treasure it, can bury my face in his chest when we hug, I'm the perfect height for him to give me forehead kisses u///u

Chatot - Give me a song that sums up your self ship!

-I think...a tie between Alone Together by FOB and Felidae by Hiroyuki Sawano. Alone Together just felt like our song from since the first time I heard it, same thing with Felidae. We have two playlists (one "normal" one, one strictly for Black Room songs) and a LOT of music is important to us (naturally), but those two songs are special.

Munchlax - What’s one food that both of you refuse to eat?

-Hmm! That's a good question...I refuse to eat a lot of things, I have a lot of texture issues ;; He is far less picky and eats pretty much anything! But something both of us refuse to eat...maybe...zucchini? I don't think either of us like zucchini |D

Shaymin - Have you or your F/O expressed gratitude? How so?

-Oh man all the time! We are both extremely grateful for each other. I express gratitude by doing extra things for Soul, like getting him a present just because or making his favorite thing for dinner. He does those things too, but he'll also take care of things for me, like if I'm too tired to clean but the apartment really needs it he'll take care of it without asking for help, or if I'm tired he'll carry me to bed without asking. We both always watch out for each other 💖

Victini - How do you two motivate each other to do stuff?

-Lotta pep talks! Soul especially is very good at this - I get in my own head A. LOT and he is very good at being objective/taking a step back and helping me work through things when I'm having a tough time or need a little extra push to do things. I'll motivate Soul if he needs it with lil rewards as well - not physical stuff, but like "if you do these chores when you're done we'll hang out/I'll make you a snack/rub your shoulders", stuff like that haha.

[mint-yooxgi]

Jackie, my dear, omg- you updated while i was at work and rough day but like- i had been thinking about this since i saw the notification adn my god you had me oon the edge of my seat yet again- as always- such an icon T^T

so first off, OC is a BAD-ASS. Miyeon is batshit crazy and needed to touch hella grass (or devour that shit into her non-existent soul). I loved, LOVED that OC just took her insults and the pains and slaps but didnt fight back unless it was any of the boys' things being threatened/harmed. Its so very clear how much they love her in these things she is protecting, and its also so clear how much she loves them that these things, the dress/violin/paintings mean more to OC than her own life in these moments.

That said- i have a prediction about that. While I know, KNOW the boys are going to be upset about the broken things, the dress/paintings especially, i feel like OC is probably going to break down and apologize for not being able to protect what she could and just- the whole moments are going to bring so flipping emotional cuz like of course the boys are upset but she means more to them than that obviously. (Yunho is probably going to lose his shit if she apologizes for it- especially when he realizes she got hurt trying to protect his art- like my HEART)

second prediction- she definitely gets on their ass about making sure Kuroo is okay. as someone else pointed out the whole Hwa opening his mouth to say something haha

third prediction- the ones to go berserk: Hwa, Joongie, and Jongho especially. Yeosang is 50/50, but i have a feeling he wont want to touch her, he'll see it as her still getting what she wants. Nah, he gunna be savage to the very end, not looking at her, acknowledging her, probably muttering to mc like "my poor baby, that little pest really threw a tantrum huh?" like just down right degrading Miyeon and really pushing how she is absolutely nothing to him, and will always be. (at least thats what id do xD) anyways- i think its 50/50. he might go berserk, but he also might show concern for his love more than anything.

Wooyoung also has the potential to go berserk, probably talking shit to her the whole time about how she is nothing and MC is a fcking goddess period. Yunho definitely is at MC's side. San is also at Mc's side, and so is Mingi considering both of them care more for others than themselves usually, and would be far more concerned with keeping mc alive rather than seek vengance.

i also like the prediction that mc is going to be so gone that healing her turns her into something less human, and that she gets to have a badass moment too <3 she'll either beg to have a hand in Miyeon's death then, or have them wait. (if they wait i have a feeling Miyeon might get saved by her pets ope. but if they dont, and Miyeon dies- then her pets are going to still continue out her rebellion solely to avenge her)

Anyways- I love you and this story so much thank you for another emotional roller coaster that I adored beyond words being able to describe T^T

Im off to go build my #deathtoMiyeon fanclub now!!

First of all, thank you so much!!!! You literally don’t know how much I appreciate this message omg, I really appreciate you taking the time to write this and send it to me!!

Second of all, I'm literally so glad you said that!! (”its also so clear how much she loves them”) because YES!!!! Everything will be explained in due time, but even if OC isn’t aware/doesn’t want to acknowledge it at this point, she does love all of them in her own way so I'm so glad that came through!!!

And yes!!!! YES!!!!! Exactly!!!! Oh, literally one of my favourite parts about writing is when you guys are able to correctly predict certain aspects of scenes before I write them based off your interpretations of my characters. It means I've written them well and they’re being interpreted the way I'm hoping they are!! OC will apologize at some point, and be prepared for when that happens, cause it’s going to be emotional~

Kuroo is plenty fine, don’t worry!

Hmmmm, interesting hehehe very interesting~

Oh yeah, Wooyoung can be just as violent as Joong at times, he just hides it better around the OC lmaoo

I’m so excited for you to see what I have planned, I think you’ll all be pleasantly surprised, but also shocked ehehehe

Thank you for reading!! ❤️

[maddilynmuse]

They’re NOT birds

When writing a book, sometimes you have to cut scenes you really like ;w;

Here’s one of them! Ngl it’s basically just showing off a cute creature I made and having characters argue about whether they’re a mammal or a bird. Edited a lil so y’all have a bit of context.

Her name was Asha Mae. She was born, went to Alabon's Adventuring Academy, fell off a waterfall into another world, and now was being led around the edges of the icy shore by a farmer--Charlie, a broad shouldered girl with a slight tan, though still practically milk-colored compared to Asha's rich black--to find the absolute fashion disaster goofball she had ended up living with: Glowworm.

The pair reached a tall metal fence. Children surrounded it, giggling mischievously as they tried to climb over it or squeeze through the tight bars. Yep, Glowworm was definitely here; the kids loved him.

Charlie shook her head and chuckled as she fished out a key from her coat pocket. The gate unlocked with a small click and children crowded against it. “C’mon ya’ll, we gotta catch the boy! And easy on the hens, yeah?” She looked over at Asha, "Ever seen a Wakkla before?"

"No?"

"Welp, prepare to get snuggled."

Onward they went into the pen, Charlie closing the gate behind her. Children rushed in; there was a sound similar to bike horns on helium coming from what looked like a rippling mound of oily iridescence. The kids rushed forward, grinning as they hugged these fat, fluffy, honking things. In turn, the strange mammals waddled towards them on small, clawed feet. Large whiskers protruded from small, blunt noses as they nestled the kids against them, roughly matching the kids in size at three feet tall.

Those of another world may have considered the creatures akin to an otter if it had the upright stature of a penguin, maybe with a bit of walrus around the nose and the teeth of the males, but Asha had no such comparison.

Children giggled as they were welcomed into the hoard with snuffles and nuzzles, unafraid even as the creatures swarmed around them alarmingly fast. Charlie just chuckled and walked into the mass, pulling out a young man with unnaturally bright red hair who had opted to wear a green t-shirt with a faded bear picture on top of a yellow sundress with glittery purple pants underneath--Asha was still trying to figure if there was any rhyme or reason whatsoever in what clothes he slapped on at any given time. 

"Found him," Charlie said.

Glowworm waved. "Hello there dearie! Looking for me?"

"Yeah, Kyra wanted to tell you she had some cake for you," Asha said offhandedly. She was more interested in the creatures! "What'd you say these were? Wok-nahs?"

“Wakklas!” Glowworm chirped. “Also known as precious little fluffy babies! C’mere girls!” He made a crude imitation of their noises, grinning as more come to him.

Charlie rolled her eyes, “Well, he’s right about the wakkla part. This is the hen pen. These little guys are great for eggs and meat. Easy ‘nuff to care for too. They like fish guts, we like the meat, it works out.”

Asha stared at the strange creatures for a while before saying, “That- that’s not a bird.” It had fur! And paws! Not a wing to be seen!

“Lays eggs, don’t it?” Charlie said. “Sounds like a bird to me.”

“No?” Asha said. “And do they? How! That’s not a bird!” What kind of mammal lays eggs?

Glowworm chuckled, “Well, yes! They lay eggs and don’t breathe water, so sounds like a bird to me! Right girls?” He picked one up despite that one in particular being almost four feet tall, giving it little kisses and devolving into incomprehensible baby talk. A child clung to his leg as he set the wakkla down, giving both a pat on the head.

“I refuse to believe that until I see one lay an egg,” Asha said.

“Aye, you’d want the nursery then. I’m not allowed there,” Glowworm said.

“Uh..."

“He ain’t allowed here either, not without one of us, and yet here you are,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “Well, ain't just him. It's supposed to be just us handlers and such, but he keeps sneaking in with the hens here. Anything to say for yourself this time boy?”

“Well, for one, the kyippers wanted to play with them, and two, me breaking into this place is basically tradition at this point,” he said, puffing out his chest out.

“I don’t know how you haven’t broken your neck yet,” Charlie said, shaking her head. “I swear, you’re the only person to hop that fence more than once.”

“And yet I keep getting in,” he said teasingly, poking her nose. Some of the kids laughed and one went “oooooooo!”

Charlie rolled her eyes, pushing him away. “Yeah yeah. I guess you do. Your hens would miss you otherwise. But why do you keep vaulting over it? And how are you not dead?”

Glowworm just shrugged, sticking his tongue out. “A good performer gives away no secrets, m’dear.” Nevermind that he was not actually a performer.

“They. Still. Aren’t. Birds,” Asha said, only half paying attention to everything else. One wakkla came up to her and abruptly let out the loudest, squeakiest honk she’d ever heard. Asha yelped back in shock and fell on her butt. Suddenly they swarmed, trapping her in a pit of fur and squeaks. “Guys!”

Glowworm threw his head back to laugh, being utterly unhelpful Something licked her face. Charlie eventually pulled her up by the armpits, but the wakklas just kept coming, surrounding them and honking.

“Aye, come now! They’re sweethearts! They just think ya look cold, don’t ya girls?” Glowworm said, petting one's head and getting his hand licked for it. “I don’t have any fish bits for you hens, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Glowworm,” Charlie said.

“Yes?”

“Get out of here.”

“Okay, first, can someone show me an actual ‘waka waka’ egg or something? I refuse to believe these things lay eggs,” Asha said.

“It’s wakkla. And I would, but we harvested the cooking eggs, and the cocks will bite your fingers off for those eggs. No,” Charlie said.

"I don't get what's so hard to understand about this?" Glowworm said. "It's a bird! Birds lay eggs!"

"Yeah, but it's not a bird! It's a mammal!"

"Mammals have live birth," Charlie said, "Kinda the definition of them."

"Okay, yes, but birds have feathers."

"I mean, most sure do! But not these guys," Glowworm said.

Asha made a noise of frustration, the kind of frustration you only get when you know you are right but everyone else is too stupid to believe you. "Guys. Please. It's a mammal. It has fur."

"So?"

"So it's a mammal! Not every single thing that lays eggs is a bird!"

"'Course not!" Glowworm said.

"Thank you!”

"Some are fish!"

Asha groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “What about fucking reptiles?”

Both Glowworm and Charlie were just staring at her oddly. The word apparently existed in this language, but they didn’t know what it meant.

“Reptiles! They’re like fish, but, uh, on land?” Oh god how could they be this dumb. Had these people never seen a snake before--oh wait, right, this place was fucking freezing.

“Dearie, you’re just describing a bird,” Glowworm said.

“NO I’M NOT! THEY HAVE FUCKING SCALES! It’s like Siren but only the bottom part!” Siren being a supposed sea monster with the bottom half of a snake and the top half of a woman but with wings instead of arms; Asha had yet to see her.

“Siren has wings! She’s a bird!” Glowworm said. “At least so I’ve heard?”

“Sea monsters are kind of their own things,” Charlie said with a shrug. “Don’t mess with ‘em.”

There was at least solace to be had in the warm, cuddly fur creatures as the circular argument went on and on between them, none losing ground. Unfortunately for all involved, none of them had a word for monotremes.

[somewhereinthepines]

So after the angst one-shot for Chris and Ryan you just wrote *coughs* I ask for fluffy scenarios you could see happening or more smutty ones, or bit of both, i dont mind, either is good. My brain needs after care after that level of sadness, lol. I tend to linger on morning scenarios like I mentioned in a past ask. Like I can see Chris waking up first and just laying there cuddling, he can watch & scent him as much as he wants. I still think about that scene in ASB where Chris is tipsy and singing Ryan to sleep on his bed, it's just so soft, we love tender moments. I've developed into a keen believer of the head canon that Ryan is just clingy and kinda needy in the morning. It's one of those rare times in the day where he doesn't think too much about touching Chris, he just does it because he wants to.

And when it comes to sleep, since it's a problem for him, I was thinking maybe he'd find it easier sleeping close to him, head on chest, clingy octopus kinda stuff. Quick, stolen kisses when nobody is around. Chris watching Ryan not eating or drinking in his secret lair, and he looks directly at where he knows a camera is and he just starts taking proper bites/sips of water not breaking eye contact; out of bratty impulse or compliance idk. Hmm or wearing something of Chris's? That could potentially be a more smutty route. I like that Chris calls him the names that he does, like the good boy, big boy ones especially make me think of praise kink. Which 10/10 from me, haha. The hint of them becoming unhinged about each other is rather exciting, like yes, pop off murder husbands.

oh, sure-sure! angst/drama is a core of chris/ryan’s canonical narrative, so i just had to do smth about it. otherwise, i prefer to dab into ‘better’ scenarios for them, bc they deserved to have smth good. 

and yup, i agree. chris would totally enjoy their shared mornings. he’s not used to waking up to someone. and then, he has ryan in his bed, for him this is such a wild thing. smth that he would only allow himself to muse about, when alone and tipsy. but now it’s reality, and he can get away with a lot. esp if ryan would sleep like a wooden log, so that chris can be a gentle creep, haha. do soft, but still ‘invasive’ things. pat his hair, sniff his neck, and paw at him, but somewhat lazily. not getting sexual, but almost teasing himself to do such a thing. not that he would, bc ryan needs his sleep. but it’s nice to be able to touch him, and do things, that chris might be a bit too ashamed to do, when the other is awake. but this way…mm, ryan would stay curled in the hook of his arm. 

and i also agree, that ryan feels bolder in mornings, he’s half-asleep and things, that usually would freak him out a bit, feel alright here. at normal circustemses, he might doubt himself, worry that chris might find some of his impulses/gestures kind of silly, and ‘inexperienced’. but nah, he likes this about you. relax, kid. still him being more flirty and touchy does sound about right, when it comes to these moments, when he’s aware about his desires, more than about what kind of thing, mister h might assume/think if he’d do this or that. i feel like part of ryan’s ‘reverse’ nature also has smth to do with how chris is an older man, so inside ryan’s head, he will always picture, that he has some sort of invincible competition with people, who camp operator bedded before. he wants to impress chris with his skills lol. but in the morning, he can be whimsical and kind of selfish in what he’s curious about. tangle their legs together and keep him ‘trapped’ while he does whatever he wants. and since ryan is kinda as touch starved as chris is, i wonder how far they can take it, like how soon light fun will get wilder lol. and i’m pretty sure, that ryan sleeps in chris’s t-shirts, they’re wider and larger, than his. comfy. 

ah, that’s actually a thing, that might/would do. he will use all these camera placements against chris in one way or another. like the man violates his privacy, gotta at least have fun, while it happens, haha. and speaking of meals. chris would so spoon-fed him, if he’d resisted a proper food for longer, than two days. he would cook smth for ryan too. being a single father with two kids, chris must know how to cook. and ryan while maybe not hungry, would still give in into such intense fawning. i imagine, that the sentiment isn’t quite familiar to him. he had to babysit his sister, but prob never been given the same amount of attention as a child himself. his mom was always working, his grandparents were busy with their own things, so he just sat there playing or reading or smth. until it was meal time, and it was very uneventful. just eat what you’ve given. but chris would try to figure out what foods, he likes best. what sort of dish, he might really love and what is no-go. so much attention to just that. while chris himself eats whatever (i feel like after becoming a werewolf he has zero pleasure in eating anything at all) and drinks cheap beer, haha. 

praise kink is surely their thing. ryan wants to be a good boy for mister h. besides, it sounds so rewarding hearing it from him, bc in ryan’s understanding, chris is such a ‘cool’, great dude. and he would surely praise ryan’s efforts, when they doing smth sexual and ryan is unsure, or kinda scared to do smth wrong. but ‘ah, you’re doing good, champ’ and ‘what a good boy you are, doing this thing for me’. ryan be a blushing mess. he would wear these names like a bandage of honor. after all, he’s mister h’s lil buddy. his favorite. it’s funny to think about in a way, bc for ryan being ‘good’ is almost a habit. but being good for chris is a special thing on its own. it’s one of those rare instances, when being obedient, actually pays off. but when he feels bold and kinda wanna be manhandled a bit, ryan can be a bit of a brat and get ‘punishment’. in the end, mister h will always go easy on him. chris won’t ever hurt him or do smth that will be too much. but the healthy mixture between the two surely will satisfy their needs in all sorts of regards. and with time, i imagine that ryan gets scaringly good at knowing how to tease chris. provoke him just right.

it’s easy to imagine, why they would fall so deeply into it. and obsession is such a sneaky thing, esp if you’re one’s caretaker as chris for example. or if you’re a quiet, ‘weird’ kid, like ryan. there is tension and inches, that you will make into miles. and then, suddenly there is all of it. can’t quite get enough.