#i did not enjoy writing her

[kalsiferdraws]

The Deadlights: Many Reasons

Trigger Warning: Audrie... if you read the other chapter with her, you know what I mean. Homophobic language, cursing, fighting

Bill couldn't go to the diner, he knew that. Not until he cleared things up with the Audrie situation. Especially once he saw Richie and Eddie at the exit. Richie looked so defeated, and Eddie could've been mistaken for a train with how much smoke was coming from his ears.

"You guys ok?" Bill asked, genuinely worried. The feeling only increased when Richie kept his mouth shut and looked down even more than he already was. Eddie, however, glared at Bill with such venom in his eyes, Bill thought he was turning into a snake. Bill took a deep breath, letting out a defeated sigh. "What did she do?" He asked.

Eddie was about to snap his head off, before Bill saw Richie grab his hand, rubbing the knuckles gently. Bill totally could see what Stan meant about these two. Even best friends aren't that close. Best friends don't make each other blush as hard as Eddie was. Nor with the amount of yearning love Richie's face was showing.

"She's got some bite to her is all," Richie shrugged. The moment he and Bill looked at one another, that yearning love faded, only to be replaced by protective 'I'll still punch you' Richie. Bill felt his body tense up, making him swallow nervously. "Considering you had a little pep in your step, I take it the talk with Stan went well?"

Bill thought got a moment, before nodding, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. "And you know why I hit you?" Richie asked. Bill dropped his shoulders and nodded again. "Well then," Richie stretched and yawned. "I'm gonna go get some big, fat pancakes in my stomach."

Eddie was about to say something again before he was caught off guard. Richie had brought Eddie's hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles gently, their eyes locked on each other. Bill watched both of them turn red, thinking there was no way they didn't know each other's feelings. "Good luck Big Bill," Richie said, before pulling Eddie, hand and hand to the diner.

Bill couldn't help but roll his eyes, smiling on how clueless his friends were. It was sweet to see though. He walked out of the venue, looking the opposite direction of the diner and taking a deep breath. He had to confront Audrie. Today.

The walk to her house wasn't long. But Bill couldn't seem to get out of his own head. He was trying to pinpoint pros and cons of being with Audrie vs Stan. Even though honestly, there wasn't much to compare. Stan knew him, his interests, his quirks. Everything. Audrie never seemed to want to learn them. She still would get mad if Bill's stutter decided to rear it's ugly head. Stan however was patient, let him finish his sentence with no interruptions, no complaining. He was kind, Audrie was unpleasant, on the best of days.

Bill didn't even like her for the most part. She was convenient. He had always heard about guys his age dating. Hell guys younger than him were dating. She when she asked, he just thought it was something he had to say yes to. But when the other losers stated that none of them were dating. Bill felt confused, trapped and a little tricked?

Audrie did have some redeeming qualities, at least he thought she did. She like the same fast food, and some of the same music. She seemed to like the Deadlights. But she liked them a little too much. He remembered she had tried to flirt with Stan once, making Bill's blood boil. He didn't really understand why at the time. But it was starting to form in his mind. Especially cause it was only when she flirted with Stan.

Sure, her flirting with Richie and Mike got to him. But only cause it was highly annoying. It made them uncomfortable and that was enough to tick Bill off. When she had made a snipe at Ben, was the only time he was actually able to let that annoyance out. Covering her mouth to shut her up. That was his best solution at the time.

When Bill knocked on Audrie's front door, he clenched his fist back into his pocket quickly. He wanted this to be quick, at least so he could give Stan the answer he deserved. He couldn't help but kick some leaves on the ground as he waited. He took in a sharp breath as the door opened.

Audrie was currently hopping on one foot, her other foot noticeably red. Bill tried to tell her. He looked from her foot to her eyes. "I don't want to hear it, get in," she demanded, rolling her eyes. Bill wanted to stay outside. He always felt out of place in her house. She flipped her hair, turning away from the door, walking off.

Bill sighed, stepping in. Houses were always weird from him. This one wasn't broken down, nor did his have a seemingly evil smile from the window and doors. But it wasn't welcoming. It was cold, almost like it lacked colour inside it. Guess it had to match its owner.

"You sure took your time," he heard Audrie say, the sound of glasses clinking around. "Is 'his majesty' still high or something?"

"Stan doesn't get high Audrie," Bill said sternly. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her with his eyebrows pinched. "I told you that."

"You can't seriously believe that," she groaned, pouring some, what Bill could only guess, juice into the glass. "You saw how red his eyes were."

"There are more things that make people's eyes red other than getting high," he snapped back again. "He was crying." She leaned against the counter, a small smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Oh did he get too emotional about his performance?" She asked. Her tone was teasing, like she couldn't understand. Bill had to bite back his response. He was already upset, but he needed to calm down. "Maybe the little twink can help relieve him," her voice was low as she took a sip. But Bill heard. Every word.

His hands were shaking in his pocket. "Audrie," he started. She looked at him, but didn't look guilty or even sorry for what she said. "I have told you, my friends aren't your verbal punching bags. You got a problem with them, you got a problem with me." She hummed and put her juice down, flipping her hair.

"I do actually," she looked like she was looking down at Bill, like she was superior. "You have too many fags for friends. Not to mention porky, and a little slut that think she's 'one of the boys'. The only redeeming thing is two of the three band members in your group are actually cute." She ended her sentence with a wicked smile, like she was waiting for Bill to admit she was right. Defeat.

If she had been ranting about him, he'd shrug it off. But it wasn't about him. It was about the people he cares most about in this entire world. His found family, his best friends, his ride or dies. HIS group. Defeat? That was reserved for her.

"Listen to me," he walked towards her. "Ben isn't fat, he's slimming down and bulking up. He wears sweaters and hoodies because people like you make him feel shitty about it." He was close to her, still gripping hands. He may have to look up at her, but that meant nothing. "Beverly is not a slut. She is one of the boys. She is smart and funny. She pulls better jokes on us, than Richie. She actually cares for us, like any friend would."

"But she-"

"And!" She was not cutting him off this time. "As for Richie and Mike, here's a kicker, they can't stand you! They're nice cause they're part of a band, they don't want your big mouth, going around and ruining them. But believe me, every time you rub your sad excuse for a chest onto them they want to run out of the room!"

"Excuse me? My chest isn't-"

"And here's another thing for that empty head of yours to process!" He was jabbing his finger into her shoulder. "As for all those 'fags', I'm one too!" Her eyes widened, which Bill couldn't really understand why until his words replayed in his head.

"You're... You... I fucking knew it!" She shouted back. Bill raised an eyebrow to her before he felt her hand slap his face, hard. His cheeks were really going to bruise tonight. "You like that Stan guy right?! Does he get your rocks off? Did you show him a good time alone in that room?!"

Bill held his cheek, glaring at her. "We just fucking talked!"

"Oh, I'm sure!" She pushed him back, knocking him against the table. "You lying, cheating, short, pathetic man!" Bill was in the door frame again when she tried to swing at him again, making him stumble back, looking up at her. She stood over him, triggering a buried fear inside of him. Like he was in danger of being... eaten?

"I'm n-n-n" Of course he stutters now. He could hear her laughing start. It sent a shiver up his body, goosebumps spreading across his skin. "I'm not!" He pushed out.

She got on all fours, crawling to him as he crawled away. "Youre such a fucking loser," she laughed. She grabbed his thich, pushing it against the ground, and she crawled on top of him. "Not so high and mi-OW!" Bill had used his free leg to kicked her off.

He was going off reflex now, everything inside him screaming 'get out of the house'. He didn't want to question where this fear came from. He just knew it would get him away from her. "I'm d-d-done Aud-d-d"

"You can't even fucking say it you coward!" She snapped, rubbing her shoulder that he kicked. "You want to go be with your little fling? Fine! I hope the aids will be slow and painful for you fucking both! And I won't be there to take care of you!" She spat at him, hitting his jeans.

Bill didn't even respond, his instincts were making him bolt out the house. Running like it was going to collapse over him. Sink into a hole and disappear. And he wasn't about to be caught in it.

When he did break free of the front door, he looked back. It was still there, still standing, still unwelcoming. But at least he wasn't inside it anymore. His heart was pounding away, almost making it hard to breathe. It was just Audrie but he felt like he just escaped death. He wasn't sure how he knew that feeling, and it confused him more than anything.

His thoughts were scrambled until he swore he heard Stan's voice. *It's ok Bill,* it was clear as day, making Bill look around. Stan wasn't with him, he was most likely at the diner. Where was his voice coming from. *I'll meet you there.* There it was again. A feeling of hands on his back pushing him, caused him to start walking towards the diner, confusing him more. *I swear Bill.* Bill felt a weird feeling in his stomach. Stan's voice wasn't sad, but it was just like they were talking normally.

Still, he ran to that diner.

[imaginationblur]

How’s it hangin’ Sal?

Bunnie>>

[send-me-a-puffalope]

just watched the new ghostbusters movie with my friend and truly, awkward teenage lesbians will both end and save the world.

[sherlockruiningmylife]

It’s a long shot I know. Looking for someone from Germany (a city in the west, not too far from France where I am) whose name starts with V (I remember her name but I don’t want to expose it in case it’s not something shared here) who is in the Arcane fandom. I also remember they spoke English, German, and French.

Not certain that she is on Tumblr but it seemed like the best shot. I matched with you on Tinder not too long ago and we had a fun conversation going about fandoms and books that we enjoy but then for some reason my Tinder decided to just go kaput this last weekend. It signed me out and I did my best to sign back in but it said there was no account attached to my email. No idea why. So I lost my conversation with you. Last I remember we were talking about books that we were reading or want to read. And my final message was about reading the song of Achilles in French. But we also talked about lots of other books like good omens, house on the cerulean sea, cemetery boys, and wilder girls to name a few. We had also talked about our gateway fandoms, mine being doctor who, I think yours was harry potter (I’ve got an awful memory so I am not confident on that). 

I’d really like to find you again because I enjoyed our conversation. So if you are out there in the world of tumblr, send me a message :) I doubt that if I reset my Tinder that I’d be able to find you again unfortunately because I think we matched while I was either in Strasbourg or Mannheim which I don’t think I’ll be in either again soon. But I’ll be around to talk if you’d like. 

-M

[wisteriagoesvroom]

pardon my emotions

🍊 a landoscar fic 🏙️ girl!lando and boy!oscar racing au (rule 63) 🖋️ 15.8k words 🔗 read on ao3

preview:

The first thing he notices about Lando in person is she’s actually just… more than he thought. Onscreen, her presence that fizzles between sprightly and serious, depending on the outcome of a race. But in person, she just seems to be thinking all the time. The way she can’t seem to sit properly. Pulling a leg under her, always in a stance that makes Oscar wonder if she’s going to hurt her back. Teeth gnawing the straw of her water bottle, contemplative as the team runs through data and engineering reports and design upgrades for 2023’s car. Lando doesn’t miss a beat, asking questions that make eyebrows go up, making inquiries about feasibility and feedback on the car from last year that make several pairs of hands go flying across keyboards, pens scribbling across notepads. She’s a formidable leader. And she’s barely two years older than him, which shows how much he has to learn.

tags: @scuderiabs, @lescarbille, @momimf1ne, @alwayssortbykudos

thank you to @monacotrophywife, and YL (not on f1blr) for the beta reading 🧡 and @alphatinies for the bonus cheerleading!!

[euphor1a]

Riding Soobin’s thigh

thirst drabbles (11/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » soobin x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 1460

warnings » profanity, light dom/sub undertones, reader is thirsty, teasing, implied size kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, breast play, lmk if i missed anything!

You know he’s probably working on something important. The furrow between his eyebrows and his hyper focused eyes are kind of a clear giveaway. So, it’s probably for the best and the most natural thing to not bother him until he’s done. You know.

But God, why does he have to look so sexy while working? The glasses that sit low on the bridge of his nose being the most criminal of it all. You wonder if you’re a total weirdo for feeling so turned on by a rather simple thing.

To your defense, this is the first time you’ve seen Soobin working from home. And, he doesn’t exactly wear his glasses frequently. But then again, it hasn’t been long enough since you started to spend more time at each other’s places, often staying the weekends together instead of going on dates. 

“Soobin-ah~” you coo, hoping, praying that he answers. God, you are so desperate, down bad. 

“Mhm?” He answers, long fingers quickly typing something away on his MacBook. His gaze is transfixed on the screen, not once reverting towards you. The strangeness that’s been pooling in your stomach increases tenfold. You want him. Fuck, you might as well be crazy. 

“Soobinnie…” you mewl, wanting nothing more than his attention right now. 

Soobin looks at you for a split second, his face blank. “What happened?” 

You sigh, mumbling an almost inaudible ‘nothing’ and lowering your head. He shrugs it off, going back to his work nonchalantly. What can you possibly tell him? That you’ve been admiring him for half an hour now and you’ve made yourself wet in the process?

But you’re no quitter. It’s embarrassing to tell him out loud, but you can surely do something to get him on board instead of confessing your sins, right? 

You unbutton his oversized shirt you’re wearing as silently as possible, taking small steps to reach where he’s sitting on the couch, completely unaware of your intentions. 

“Baby, what are you doing?” Soobin hisses under his breath, caught off-guard by the feeling of your warm hands squeezing his shoulders firmly. 

“I thought you could use a massage.” Your voice is gentle, scared of rejection. 

He can’t help the smile that curls his lips upward. “Aww, thank you, my love.” Your heartbeat picks up speed, hands continuing their journey across his broad shoulders. It only turns you on more, thinking about the times you had scratched up his back while he fucked you so good. 

You let your thumbs rub soothing circles around his neck, earning a groan from Soobin. It makes you clench around nothing, a trigger flipping inside you. 

So you lean down, dropping a fleeting kiss on his neck to test the waters. To your dismay, he doesn’t react to it at all. You swallow nervously, nuzzling the crook of his neck, more bold with your kisses now.

Soobin halts momentarily, your ministrations sending shivers down his spine. He has no clue why you suddenly did that, but he can guess what you really want when you reach for his earlobe and start nibbling at it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that it was supposed to be this sort of massage.” He teases you, still trying to focus on his work. But you aren’t having any of it.

You hum in response, letting your hands wander off towards his chest, your mouth hungrily sucking a hickey on his neck. Soobin shudders as you slowly move downward, stroking his thighs teasingly before squeezing them rather roughly.

“Fuck,” he groans, your hands sneaking under the material of his shorts swiftly. He grits his teeth, your fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. It’s almost ticklish — but in a very good way, goosebumps spreading all over him. He can also feel his cock starting to stir in the confines of his boxer-briefs, a sigh escaping him.

Soobin removes the MacBook from his lap, spreading his thighs apart, giving you access to more. You smirk, excited to see that your plan has worked. But, you continue to stimulate his soft spots to get him properly aroused, so that he doesn’t back off later on. 

But the more you see his thighs, the more you realize that you want to feel them against your pussy. The way his muscles contract every time you hit a more sensitive area has you feeling dizzy. You’re not sure why this is the first time you’re noticing how strong and thick his thighs are. But it really shouldn’t be a surprise — considering that he’s pretty big in every aspect possible.

After a while of teasing him, you go over to the opposite side to face him, quite impatient by now. You’re met with a pair of dark, dilated pupils, drinking you in with desire. You shiver under his gaze, discarding your panties and positioning yourself over his left thigh. 

Soobin quirks an eyebrow as he watches you with piqued interest. His hands come up to caress your sides underneath the shirt loosely hanging from your shoulders. You lean down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, your hands around his neck. Soobin reciprocates with the same hunger, his tongue entangling with your own. 

As the kiss gets heavier, the urge to have some friction between the two of you grows rapidly. And to relieve you from your misery, you start to lower yourself on his thigh. Soobin growls when your wet folds make contact with his bare thigh, his hand squeezing your ass firmly. “Fuck! So impatient that you wanna get off on my thigh, huh?” 

You mewl needily in response, rubbing yourself against his thigh. “I just, I just wanted to see how it feels…” 

“Aw, I’m always happy to fulfill your cute little fantasies. How is it, baby?” Soobin enquires, dropping a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Hmm, so good.”  You hum as you continue rolling your hips in slow and smooth circles. Honestly, you didn’t know what to expect, but this is so much better than anything you could possibly think of. You can feel your juices wetting his skin, the friction oh so delicious. Soobin reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair between your ear fondly, his hand on your waist — guiding you on himself. 

You sigh at his touch, moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. He caresses your back before sliding off the shirt from your body and throwing it off somewhere. Soobin grabs both of your breasts immediately, looking like a starved man who’s just been presented with a full course meal.

“So soft.” Soobin murmurs before taking one of your erect nipples into his mouth, his fingers teasing the other. A strangled whimper escapes you, your nails raking on his clothed chest — the delicate material getting snagged in a few places. He’s so good at sucking your tits, alternating between twirling his tongue in circles around your nipple and sucking and nibbling lightly. You can’t help but let out a string of moans as waves of pleasure crash through your body.

“Nngh, Binnie,” You cry out, “Feels– s’good!” He smiles softly in response, his adept tongue slurping at your stiff, sensitive peaks. 

Soon enough, you start to feel your pussy spasming and every little sensation amplifying with each roll of your hips.

Soobin licks his bottom lip, eyes hungrily watching your every motion as you move so desperately to get yourself off on his thigh. Knowing very well that you’re very close to your release, he thumbs your clit gently to assess your reaction.

“Ugh, Soobin!” Your whimper encourages him to go on, calloused thumb rubbing your clit, adding more to the pleasure from his thigh. He leans forward, whispering lowly into your ear as he feels the heat of your cheeks against his own, letting out breathless moans.

“Do you like fucking my thigh like that, hm? You like it when your pussy rubs against my thigh and makes a mess?”

“God, yes!” You squeal, moving frantically against him, your cunt starting to pulsate as you start shaking. Soobin grunts, his lips finding yours again and again, muffling your loud moans. 

“I’m gonna come.” You whimper helplessly, his expert fingers teasing out the pleasure from you. It feels unspeakably good, your hips moving on their own, slippery folds gliding along his wet skin.

“Then come, baby. Cream all over my thigh like the needy girl you are.” Soobin murmurs huskily, clenching the muscles of his thigh.

And that does it for you. You moan his name urgently, your body breaking out in exhilarating sensations as orgasm hits you in tidal waves. He holds you close, his cock twitching as you try to recover, your nectar sleeking his leg even more. 

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope this was enjoyable! it was... an experience rewriting this old work from my old blog🧍🏽‍♀️ (s/o to the sweet, sweet anon who asked me to repost this long ago)! my apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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[mci-writing]

Hi I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a senku x female reader where he has a crush on an older tattooed foreigner who was on vacation in Japan when the world was petrified

I've had this sitting for a minute tbh, but mostly bc I didn't want there to be too many spoilers for anime-onlys 😭😭 mostly for how tattoos work,,, Don’t be surprised if there’s a heavy focus on language plot wise, I’ve been working on a lot of linguistics homework 😞

Anyways, hope you enjoy

Science Makes Age Complicated (Ishigami Senku x Reader):

Warnings: technically an age gap but also not (reader was once 2 years older than Senkuu, but now they're the same age due to time shenanigans), fem!reader, some language use (a few swears here and there), reader is American (RIP but it’s plot relevant), reader is implied to know an insane amount of languages (bc this is Dr Stone and it’s relevant to world-building)

"Think you can scrounge something up for her, Yuzuriha?" Senku parts the lush shrubbery for his friend, unresponsive to her obvious surprise at the sight before her. He figured it would go that way, considering how kept away the whole area is, but he'd rather start the spectacle with her big reactions instead of the loud and boisterous version involving the rest of their crew, "I'm more than sure you'll manage to make her something she's 1 billion percent comfortable in."

He'd considered this statue his secret weapon for the next part of their excursion. Well, that would be his explanation as to why he'd waited so long to unveil her and finally free her from her encasement. Really, he could never find the proper time to finally revive her, especially when every time it would feel right to, something else would arise that would require them to use the revival fluid for someone else.

When talks of traveling to the Americas came up, he knew it'd be the perfect time to properly reveal her and, hopefully, ease her into their current predicament. While Gen is a great diplomat, thew mentalist isn't exactly fluent in as many languages as the girl in the statue before them. Even more, if they are to run into more people (which they very likely are), it's better to have at least two representatives to talk things over. That's going to be his reasoning, anyway.

Deep down, he's a little nervous to finally see her again, especially now that he's technically older than her by a few months at least. The last time they'd seen each other had been the day before the petrification light, the two decided to spend time with each other before he went back to school. She was visiting Japan for a bit, a trip she'd planned to make at least once a year since the two had officially met in person while he had been in America. Back then, she'd been 17 to his 15, owning an American driver's license and a tattoo sleeve that left many of the older members of society scandalized.

"I don't think she's going to take being younger than us well," Yuzuriha mentions as she finishes up sewing the outfit she'd made for (Y/n). She worked fast, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on her forehead once she finished. She takes a step back once she's finished, watching as Senku steps forward, "Especially when she finds out how long it took for you to bring her back."

"She'll be fine. I'm 1 billion percent sure she's going to be grateful for it," He responds, popping the top off the tiny vial between his fingers. He doesn't stop the grin from spreading across his face as he lets the contents of the vial drip from the top of her head. The two watch expectedly as it eases its way down her body, stone cracking and parting in its wake, “She’s going to get to visit home, after all.”

The stone falls from her body, the life slowly coming back into her (e/c) orbs as more of her skin is revealed. Her tattooed sleeve remains, now accompanied by the petrification markings on her face and other parts of her body. A wave of confusion hits her as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, but her shoulders relax a little as she takes in the two familiar figures next to her, "Senku...? Yuzuriha...?" "Hey, (Y/n)," He immediately greets in response, an excited light coming to his eyes as ruby meets (e/c), "Looks like we're the same age now."

Yuzuriha flinches at his greeting, sighing with a shake of her head as she takes a small step closer to their friend. A nervous smile forms on her lips as she takes (Y/n) hands into her own, leading her out of the hidden away area into the light of the new world. She feels the grip tighten as (e/c) eyes dart around the surrounding forestry in an attempt to better understand the circumstances and environment, "We have a lot to catch you up on, but I'm sure if we ease you in slowly it won't cause you too much whiplash-"

"We don't have time for that, Yuzuriha. We still have to load the ship back up and travel to America," Senku waves the notion off, walking past the two of them and leading them back into the village. Neither of the girls miss the smirk on his face as he continues, unmoving as they gape at him like fish, "(Y/n) will catch up along the way."

He's bluffing, which they realize a little later when Ryusui recounts the plan to spend the next few days loading the ship and replacing the items they used on their last voyage. (Y/n) is assimilated faster into their new society than she can process, the rest of their group taking the basic information they're fed and working with it. Yuzuriha is eventually forced to leave her to fend for her own after a bit to attend to her own assignments and Taiju only stops to catch up for a bit (which is mostly him speed talking and making assumptions about how much she's been made aware of) before continuing to move along.

Senku doubts he'll ever admit it out loud, but he is grateful that they're the same age, even if he's technically older by a few months now. Standing next to (Y/n), who hadn't aged a day past the last time he'd seen her, was the reassurance he secretly needed about his own development. While his growth spurt, a result of the final pushes of puberty during the Stone Wars and roughing it during the New Stone Age, was the only difference he could notice next to her, (Y/n) had been hit with the whiplash of every other development.

To her, it felt like both a lifetime and a long night since she had seen Senku, yet he looked almost completely different and exactly the same. The remainder of his baby fat had rounded out of his cheeks, his face maturing nicely into that of a young adult, and he'd sprung up quite a bit in height. He was still lithe in comparison to Taiju, till thin and very much not built for too much physical labor, but he'd gotten a bit of meat on his bones to fill his arms out a little more. Despite that, he still looked like him, like the jerky boy she'd met by chance in middle school who would be the first person she'd show her newest tattoos to when she was 16 to get some kind of rise out of him.

Taiju and Yuzuriha were a further reminder of the weird passage of time, the two more developed in their own rights. He was beefier, still ever-muscular in a more defined way. His hands seemed rougher, but she didn't know if that had been due to the rougher circumstances or if they were always meant to get so rough with all the handy work Senku would put him up to. Yuzuriha had filled out a little, a few scars littering her hands from what (Y/n) could only assume was from her thread work she'd seem to consistently be working on since they'd gotten back to their stronghold. Her silky brown hair, which had once reached her waist and made a few of the girls from their school envious of its length, now barely reached past her shoulders in its bobbed shape.

She feels so out of place...

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The rush of information coming to people’s senses is always amusing to watch, but (Y/n) is taking a little more time to process than usual. Even now, a few days into her now being free from the stone prison, she still has more questions. They aren’t particularly scientific, more so just random observations that she really wants the answers to. She’s also hyper-analyzed the villagers' speech patterns, having them repeat their newer slang and pronounce random words in Japanese, English, and German (something they did not realize they were fluent in until she came around). In return, they ask her questions about the past (mostly Senku, Yuzuriha, and Taiju), the sleeve on her arm, and why the hell she knows so many languages already.

Senku can’t really be mad about it slowly down progress, he’s sure he’d slack off a little too if they didn’t have so little time to prepare for their trip across the sea. Neither of them miss the way their eyes longingly stare at one another, meeting a few times before either is dragged away by the others they’re surrounded by. It’s even worse that (Y/n) feels she hasn’t been able to get any time alone with him since they made it to the village. She’d been made aware of their plans once her confusion died down a little, even taking the time to freshen up on the main languages she’d be focused on for their trip and doing what she can to pitch in. Unfortunately, their different preparations would barely, if ever, cross over. Lowkey, it had been killing both of them inside, but they kept up appearances for the sake of getting things done.

She’d learned from Gen, who gave her brain a break by speaking in English with her, that Senku had kept her relatively well hidden. He’d visit her often, but no one had put together that’s what he’d been doing until now. Yuzuriha made it clear she’d only learned of (Y/n)’s whereabouts a little before they’d revived her. However, the brown-haired girl did mention that a few passing statements he’d made in the past were starting to make sense.

It took the last night before the Kingdom of Science would set sail again for (Y/n) to find time away from the others. Despite the various discussions scratching her brain in the best way possible in a new world, the dark blue of the night accompanied by the low noises of crickets and crashing waves gives her the solace she needs. While everything has mostly settled, or settled as much as it can, it's still moving so fast. To her, everything was normal yesterday and then dark for longer than she thinks possible to comprehend, "Maybe this is how Sleeping Beauty felt..."

"I doubt that," A familiar voice speaks up from behind her, the heels of his shoes clopping along the ground as he approaches. The gravel scrunches as he shifts to sit next to her, deep zircon-colored eyes staring out towards the ocean's expanse. He scoots a little closer to her, his head tilting as his pinky reflexively reaches to dig out of his ear, "Considering she typically is depicted to have been a young preteen when she first fell asleep and an older teenager when she wakes, I doubt there were many technological changes to throw her for such a loop, especially if the story takes place in a fictional version of the middle ages."

His eyes shift to peak at her instead, his typical grin filing onto his face. Somehow, they're one of his few features to remain the same despite his growing age. He's one of the reasons she's out here tonight, gathering her thoughts privately one last time so she can tuck them away to focus her attention more on to returning civilization.

Of course, she always thought he was good-looking, most people did. However, where they were turned off by his passion for science and technical engineering, she found it to be all the more endearing for his character. He had his pesty moments, but so did everyone else in some way. It added to his charm, "Didn't see you as the fables type, Senku."

"Had a friend who was super into literature. She read it in different languages to challenge herself," He teases in response, his gaze turning back to the sight before them, "Wonder where she is now..."

(Y/n) tugs her knees up to her chest, the irony of the comparison not lost on her, though made completely on accident. She pulls them closer, resting her cheek on them as she takes in the boy next to her, "Maybe she's trapped somewhere in a stone prison back in the woods."

She watches his chest rumble with his chuckle, a soft breeze picking up and spreading the smell of salt water. He's closer now, the smaller changes staring her in the face and taunting her. She'd wanted him this close to her again, just for the reassurance, but now... She kind of regrets it.

"I would've found her by now," He mumbles, the sound just barely reaching her ears. A fond smile slowly eases across his mouth as he returns his gaze to her, "Would've taken me a while to finally see her like this again, but I think it'd finally be worth seeing her again. Even with the circumstances."

"I'm sure she'd be grateful to see you again too, even with the circumstances."

[allastoredeer]

The Egg Bois have no one to take orders from after Sir Pentious dies. Then they see Lucifer and immediately follow him around and unlike Alastor who didn't like being tailed by the annoying yappy yokes, Lucifer is enthralled by them because they are like little ducklings forming a line as if Lucifer is their mother

One egg boi, Frank, is the only one that stuck to Alastor, and Al makes it clear he wants him to go away but Frank stays with him. One time when Al was cooking, Frank asked if he could help and Al thought for a moment, grinned, picked up the egg, and plopped him in the boiling pot. Unfortunately, Frank did not hard boil, in fact, he enjoyed the hot bath, and the rest of the egg bois ran inside as Lucifer entered the kitchen and screamed in horror at the display but the rest of the eggs hopped around Al's feet, pulling at his trousers asking to join the bubble bath.

FRANK STAYING WITH ALASTOR IS SO CUTE MY HEART JUST EXLODED

Alastor trying to boil Frank is just fogjwenweln 🤣 I can see that. The fact that it's not working AND Frank's enjoying himself AND the other eggbois want to join in makes it all so much better.

Also, the other eggbois following Lucifer around like ducklings 🥺 that's adorable.

[mattodore]

pay attention to theo’s beautiful face and not whatever matthias’s arm is doing... i liked the lighting more here than against the wall

[divinemanicstate]

jayers i drew for my wife @jade-lynxx

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

The internet is a beautiful place. I can search for something so absurdly specific and tailored to my interests and still be able to find something about it I disagree with that makes the whole thing less meaningful to me.

Several months ago I was able to find a whole collection of slutty transfem lesbian Asbestos fanfiction, only to get part way through and think “hey wait she would not get bottom surgery” and find the rest of the works in the collection less enjoyable because of it

[saetoru]

and before i part with you all once again i wanted to share that i have for the first time (and perhaps last time) 36 starred abyss

[kiwiplaetzchen]

"We do so adore restricted areas, don't we?"

"We shouldn't go in there. Which is exactly why we should. Now take heed. There's a chance we could get caught."

[shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck]

Mermay day 2: Carnivorous

Horror is eating a fish and there is blood so i'm putting the drawing below the cut at the end of the drabble tw blood mention for the drabble thing. again cause dead fish ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack was standing on the deck of the Dolphin. It was a quiet night and to put it simply he was quite bored. His friend had had dragged him out here to go stargazing or something. Jack hated the ocean to say the least, not the water itself per say but what was in it. Call him paranoid but he didn't want to be anywhere near a place where a fish bigger than he was and had rows of sharp teeth could get near him.

well at least it was pretty quiet aside from the sounds of waves. But the more Jack listened the more he thought he heard something a little off... Not something he could quite place but it drew his attention to an area to the right of the boat where he was standing.

several yards out Jack thought he saw a shape jutting out of the water. Taking out a flashlight he shined it at whatever the object was. He should probably tell his friend if the Dolphin was heading towards some rocks. the boat sinking was among the worst possible outcomes of this trip.

He froze terror rising as he saw what exactly was in the water. There was indeed rocks up ahead but the creature sitting on one 10 yards off. A skeletal beast with gore dripping from it maw and a glowing red eye burrowing into jack's soul. the corpse of some large fish freshly killed and in the process of being devoured.

Jack shook it was like his worst fears come true. in his panic he dropped the flashlight as he was left in momentary darkness in his scramble to pick the thing back up. He heard a splash before finally pointing the beam back at the rock.

The creature was gone.

Horror squinting at the bright thing being flashed in his face: can't a mer get the midnight munchies in peace >:(

prompt list here by @mossypidder

[tennessoui]

In the assigned married fic, has Anakin even begun to process Padme saying that both of them will be moving to Naboo together? Like, they spoke earlier in the chapter about Anakin moving in with her on Coruscant, but Obi-Wan apparently spilled the beans about a much more permanent relocation to Naboo, and I am looking forward to Anakin's response to that, once he gets through processing everything else and remembers that part of the "conversation"....

i think padmé views moving to naboo more as a possibility than a future concrete plan -- the offer to be a permanent advisor on naboo is something she'd like to discuss with anakin as her husband before taking it or rejecting it. she says there's a lot of work she still wants to do in the senate, and she's probably thinking that it will be a few years before she would be able to go anyway. definitely after the war, but in her mind, she thinks anakin has every intention to leave the order after the war's over....because he kind of told her that. at least, in her mind he did: (from chapter 1)

“[Obi-Wan] asked me if I planned to leave the Order after the war,” he tells his wife. “And I lied, and then I think he began to support me. That’s what he looked like, anyway.” Padmé blinks at him, eyelashes falling slowly onto the jut of her cheek and then rising. “That’s good then,” she says, sounding hesitant. “That he supports us.” “Yeah,” Anakin replies, raising his hand to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Though…I’m sorry you had to lie,” she says, pressing forward until their faces are only a hand’s width apart. “Hopefully…” she trails off, biting her lip. Then she shakes her head slightly, and her mouth turns up into a smile as if she cannot help herself. “Hopefully he will not take the truth so hard.”

so anakin never says what lie he told obi-wan, he just says that he lied when asked if he was going to leave the Order, and that lie made obi-wan support him.

from an outsider's perspective, especially a biased outsider who is married to one of the insiders and believes them to have a future together, padmé's immediate understanding of this is that obi-wan asked if he was going to leave the order and anakin lied to him and told him he planned to stay and obi-wan began to support their marriage because he thinks he won't be losing anakin (padmé, who has three braincells, has long since realized obi-wan's obsessed with her husband)

and that's why she's smiling at the end (and also why they have sex at the fade to black) -- she believes anakin has just told her that when the war ends, he'll leave the Order to be with her and build a future together <3 so the offer to go to naboo is an option she can talk to her husband about, but she knows that anakin is going to no longer be a jedi....and if he's not a jedi, and she's not a senator....what's keeping them on coruscant?

BUT it's not just obi-wan that's feeling a bit catty during that dinner party scene, so i intentionally wrote padmé as putting this idea forward as less of a possibility and more of a done deal that she knows anakin will accept -- she talks about it like it's great big BACK OFF signs picketed around anakin because obi-wan is the biggest threat to their marriage in the entire galaxy and she's always known that

(but also no anakin has not begun to process that whole thing - but padmé, who now realizes they're NOT on the same page, is absolutely going to bring it up post-haste in the next chapter)

[sailing-through-hawkins]

of strangers and chasers

✧ written for 'charm' ✧ word count: 548 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: cowboy au, wandering newcomers stobin ✧ @steddiemicrofic ⁠(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*✧

It's a crowded night at the saloon, but Steve enjoys the company.

He watches Robin laugh with the pretty redhead, Victoria ("But you can call me Vickie," she shyly said to Robin as she led her to a table), her nose scrunching up sweetly. They sit together in their own little world and he thinks, maybe this town is the one for them.

"Thought you said y'all weren't like that."

Steve turns to smile at the bartender and her amused expression. "We aren't," he says simply.

"That mean you free for the night, stranger?"

"'Fraid he's got plans, Abigail," a new voice says as a hand grasps Steve's shoulder. "Plans we should be gettin’ to, eh?”

Abigail rolls her eyes as Steve turns to face Eddie, going back to serving the other customers at the bar. Eddie still has his hat on, the material coated in sprinkles of leaves and thorns.

Steve has to hold back a laugh. “Had fun?”

“You tricked me.” Eddie squints, leaning into Steve’s space. “Why?”

Steve shrugs, hiding back a smirk. “Just wanted some time with the townsfolk, y’know, without any breathin’ goin’ down my neck.”

"Oh, I know. Been watchin' you charm the whole saloon at this point."

"Charm - I was just talking to them -"

"You don't just talk to people, darlin'," Eddie murmurs, pooling into Steve's space, crowding him against the wall. "You listen. You make these folks feel like they're the only person in the whole world, lookin' with those pretty eyes, smilin' that little smile. You don't do nothin', just be and tha's all they need to hope you'll take their hand tonight."

"Getting possessive there, Munson," Steve leans his head against the wall, letting the lowlight warm the stretch of his throat. Eddie's eyes flash dangerously but he doesn't move. "Anyone would think you had somethin' to claim here."

"Somethin'...someone," mutters Eddie as he stares down at Steve's neck.

Steve snickers as he pushes himself off the wall, smoothly pressing their chests together. He stares into Eddie's eyes with heavy lids, breathing in the air he exhales. They stand like that for a moment.

“Should keep you in the murkiest cell we got for that nasty trick you pulled,” Eddie says under his breath, eyes unblinking as they gaze through Steve. “For a week, maybe two.”

He smirks again, reaching up and picking a single, small rosebud that was stuck on the brim of Eddie’s hat, the thorns too small to prick through skin. He holds it up between them and says, “C’mon, deputy. Ain’t I good man deservin’ of another chance to prove my worth?”

Eddie stares at the rosebud as Steve settles it into the folds of his neckerchief, cheeks glowing pink under the dim lighting. “Prove your worth,” he manages to choke out a strained laugh. “It’ll take more than one night to do that, stranger.”

“Good thing I’ve got so much time then, huh?” Steve chuckles when Eddie’s eyes shoot up to stare at his in shock.

“Yer – stayin’? I thought –“

“We ain’t in a rush.” Steve pats Eddie’s neckerchief down. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted to lock me up. Or was that just hyperbole?”

“No sir,” Eddie fumbles. "I mean -"

Oh, Steve does enjoy the company indeed.