#it's so HECKIN' FLUFFY

[arceal-doodles]

A2 with G!Sans please?

ooo been a while Emote List

[grim-faux]

X5 _ Soft Wood Has No Reflection

First – A Small Quiet

A story. The Thin Man told him many stories about all the things, and Mono had listened to all of what the man and his hat would say.

By the dull light from a murky window, he carved deep into the plaster with a bit of metal. The tool smelled thick of rust and the flaking dust made his nose tingle, but he worked all the same to form the pictures he was familiar with. There the formed the many children he knew about. The man and his hat had many children, he always went to look for them. Mono always chased, but he never saw the children the Thin Man kept. That was how it always was.

He made the same mistakes with Her too.

While scratching out the shape of a television, he wondered where it was real and what was the story? When the Thin Man looked at him, something important was there. It wasn’t like together, but it was more than the company. Or that was a part of the story too. It made sense to him way back ago, but now that he thought more and scratched at the wall, he doubted what he thought. He spent a lot of time looking after the Thin Man, sharing with him the important stuff – food, the speek, and he told the Thin Man how wanted he was. Mono would always take care of him.

But it was all the silly child nonsense. Mono didn’t have anything the Thin Man wanted, and he shouldn’t have tried so much. It was all a game of pretend, and it made Mono feel mighty for a short time. All things must come to an end. The man in the hat said it once about how he was ‘grow up’ or something. The speek was strange, and Mono settled on thinking it meant to forget or runaway. The way the man and the hat made the sounds, it was like ‘grow up’ was something Mono had to do, but only if to figure something else out. Most of the time the Thin Man didn’t make sense, but Mono always paid attention. The stories were important.

The tall man didn’t leave Mono, he just never thought about Mono. The Thin Man had so many children, everywhere, across the city. Children to visit and look at, all the children the Thin Man had found, scared children and cautious children. Mono was just one of the children, but the Thin Man never liked visiting him. So Mono made sure to chase. He was good at finding the Thin Man. The best at it.

He would always be the best.

The scrawl of the man and his hat was not incredibly tol, but Mono did his best with how high he could reach. It wasn’t warning speek, he never did warning speek about the tall thin man. Very near the curved shapes, meant to be the Thin Man’s shoes, he added a small scribble shape. The shape sort of had a cube atop the triangular mass, but Mono wasn’t really specific on who the child should be. The man in the hat always had a child with him. Very rarely did Mono see him without one of his children that was not Mono.

“Mono. Am Mono. Mono,” he mumbled, with each scritch and every drag of the flint.

There was no child called Mono. The Thin Man had a boy and a child and another child and another boy, and sometimes a brat. Mono liked the speek brat, but the Thin Man always knotted his face in a way that Mono knew it wasn’t good speek. He still liked the way it sounded.

“Nu-sance.”

All stories had to end. If they didn’t, Mono would go nowhere and nothing would happen. He might stop and go nowhere anymore, and that was always bad. Children that stopped turned cold and hard, and never ran ever again. That wouldn’t happen to Mono. He knew what had to happen, he remembered. It was important he never forget that story, and the Thin Man made helped him know what was supposed to happen. He did try to make something different happen, he wanted to keep his Thin Man more than anything. But he couldn’t.

For a while, he had something that felt very warm and important. It was the biggest thing he had ever felt, and the heavy sensation always awed him with how wonderful it was to cling to. With every ounce of his mighty power, he bundled it up and locked it in his core – into whatever made Mono a Mono. It couldn’t be found anywhere, but he felt it deep inside his world. The best things could not be clutched, they just were.

That never existed, though. It was the story Mono made for himself. He chased the Thin Man and thought about the things they could do, where they should go. Everything that made Mono happy, he tried to share with the Thin Man. But to the man in the hat, there was no one called Mono. Mono chased ideas, he found comfort in stories, and the man in the hat didn’t think about which child he found, or which boy he looked at. A child was a child. All of them were the same.

To Mono, he was the most important child. Ever. And he wanted the Thin Man to see how great he was, how amazing Mono was as the best company.

The flint plinked softly when it fell beside his knees. Mono couldn’t hold it anymore, he couldn’t press the sharp edge in the soft wood and carve out the stories he made about the Thin Man.

That was all they were. Stories. Silly stories of ideas Mono wanted. The dreams he had, about the Thin Man smiling with something so impossibly warm it made Mono beam back with the mightiest of grins. Once upon a time, the thin Man scared him so much and he hated the tall thin man for taking Her. Now, all he wanted was to smell the smoke and curl up in his long arms, to shy away from awful roaring thunder, and hide from all the hate the world threw at him.

He settled on curling up in his coat, beside the wall he had marked his story into. The pictures answered his questions about where the Thin Man went for his long and busy. It helped him understand why he would always be alone, and how dumb it was to think about anything but food and shelter. Nothing lasts forever. Especially the things that made Mono so warm and happy.

The Thin Man was far from knowing anything about Mono, but that was how it was supposed to be. Mono remembered, he never forgot. He just wanted to pretend a little longer. Now?

Now.

It was time for Mono to gather his thoughts and all the pieces that made him – Mono. He was ready to run as far as he could and search for that edge of the city, where the waters lapped at the shore, and the other wilderness waited beyond the misty rains. It was time for Mono to find new places to tuck his head down and rest in the half sleep. Just like now.

A long-long journey awaited him, it would be lonesome and dangerous. But the Thin Man left him a long time ago. Nothing could hurt him now.

Mono settled his head behind his knees and soothed out the tremors in his shoulders. Very soon, a bubble of warmth formed in the tent his coat formed. The empty room creaked the way they always did, and the wispy gale clawed at windows. None of that reached Mono. He refused to feel anything.

Next

[mushiewrites]

For the first impression thing

I was a fan of your fics and liked how you wrote fics and you (along with a few others) inspired me to write fics and even draw a few things. It’s an honor being in this community with you guys.

from this post!

pls this is so so so sweet 🥺����💞 thank you so much for this, I love hearing things like this bc our lil community is so cute!

[cats-and-cobras]

[cutecipher]

Put your cat on a fucking diet you fucking abuser

He isnt fluffy, he isnt healthy, holy shit myconcern was way more than justified you fucking piece of shit. Because hes a cat its apparently cute so its okay? Holy fucking shit, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?you are a fucking animal abuser, you are abusing your cat, and all the other "heckin chomnker" people are abusers too. What the fuck. I was trying to be polite before but what the fuck.

You are a fucking abuser.

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[kyberblade]

Give It To Me In Basic (Din x Reader)

A/N: This is just something that the premise came to mind when I listened to a song and I couldn’t let it sit. I wrote it in practically one sitting and just saw where it went - it was basically an exercise to stretch my writing muscles after a while away, and it felt really good! It’s incredibly sappy and domestic and I hope you like it. 🥹 (Not a part of my other series, this is an entirely new Din x Reader to me. Hi. Hello.) I also wanted to try writing in “she/her” instead of “you”, but this is still definitely an entirely blank reader insert. No physical descriptions are used. No mention of Y/N.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: Din finds softness after a life of rigidity, and he’s not willing to let it go. (*Chandler Bing voice* Could I have been more vague?)

Warnings: Fluff? Like tooth rotting amounts of fluff and domesticity. Din being a sap. Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Mentions of typical show violence. Mando’a. Swearing. Mentions of pregnancy at the end. Some spoilers if you squint? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) (No but like really, it follows the plot of season 2 and TBoBF, so mentions of that briefly, if you don’t want that spoiled, don’t read.) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that? 👀😬 Again: No mention of Y/N. (In fact this is written as “she/her” instead of “you”, but is an entirely blank reader insert.)

Word count: 1,206 (I know. I am as shocked as you are at how brief this is.)

Thanks to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading over this and sending me a caps locked series of texts as a response. And to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for telling me it’s not too fluffy/sappy/much.

Masterlist

Xxx

There was a softness Din had come to know, grown familiar with, and let it entangle with his life like a well kept plant on someone’s warm windowsill.

It had snuck up on him when he’d least expected it. Not in the middle of a battle, or on some backwater planet, but in the quiet moments in between.

It had a heart unlike anything he’d ever seen. Something vibrant and larger than life, that welcomed him and his son with open arms and without a second glance.

The heart was worn on the sleeve of a woman, who by every standard was normal, nothing brilliant or captivating, but to Din she was everything. He couldn’t look away whenever she was nearby, her beauty both inside and out something that pulled him in with a force he didn’t understand.

Her touch sent shockwaves across his skin, the first time she shook his hand making him shudder even through his gloves. As time went on and he found himself lost in a darkened hull of the Crest, the woman at his side as they tangled further up in one another, his breath caught in his chest as her slight hand reached up to cup his cheek.

It wasn’t the touch of a lover, the sensuality of the trace of her fingers that stole from him. It was the closeness. The nearness. Something in the touch felt like home.

And he never felt at home again unless those hands were cradling him in some way, even through his armor. He’d lean into the touch, though he couldn’t feel it through his beskar, he swore he could. This was home. This is what he was trying to come back to.

Her laugh made him laugh. A foreign and buzzing feeling climbing out of his chest. Just the thought of it made him chuckle, shaking his head and telling his contact it was nothing, he was just amazed the bounty was so stupid.

Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to share her with anyone. He’d found a little slice of happiness in this godforsaken galaxy, why did he have to let anyone else know about it?

When he lay on the ground, wind knocked out of him after an enemy had gotten a lucky hit, it wasn’t the sky above he saw, it was her eyes. They sparkled mischievously at him anytime she plotted her next move, often to get him to just relax. 

For years he’d seen calculating gazes, sneers, narrowed eyes of distrust and hate. He saw none of these with her. Only peace.

How ironic, he thought, getting back to his feet before causing carnage. To get back to the softness, there must first be all this chaos.

He saw it each time he came home. The light dulled just slightly in her eyes. She loved him just as much, if not more than before, but she longed to tell him while looking into his own eyes. She knew the Creed. She understood. Doesn’t mean it hurt any less. For either of them.

It was a night on the Crest, he woke with a start at the silence. He didn’t hear the child’s snores. Realization sunk in as he remembered the kid was with the Jedi. He was used to the silence as he slept, then he became used to the kids soft sounds, but they’re gone now. But slowly he eased back asleep, his eyes falling slowly shut when he realized she was there, in his arms, breathing deep and sound asleep…. His new familiar. He softly smiled as she started to snore.

Now the child was back in his care, and he was off to Mandalore to restore his honor, become a Mandalorian in the eyes of the Creed once more. His new ship had no room for anyone other than himself and Grogu, so he made arrangements to leave her on Navarro with Karga. 

After a private goodbye, where he saw the disappointment she would never voice once again painting her features, he set the ship to ascend up into the atmosphere. Once he was just above the clouds, he made a last minute decision, hailing her on her comm as he made a loop to come back around under the cloud cover.

“Look up,” was all he would say. 

But as he made a final pass by, just under the clouds without his helmet, he could see her on the ground, her smile like a beacon for miles around. From this distance the only thing she could really see clearly was his smile, but that was everything.

Her breath stuttered over the comm. “Meh'shab? Me'dinuir…. Ranov'la. Me'dinuir…. Mesh’la.” (“The fuck? To share…. Secret. To give each other…. Beautiful.”)

Din laughed. “Wanna try that again?”

She huffed. “Sorry. Ori'meshla.” (“Very beautiful.”)

Din snorted out a laugh.

She sighed, her words coming out barely above a breath. “Stars, I hope our ad has your smile.” (“Child.”)

Din paused, about to pull up on the controls. “What?”

“Wayii! Did I say that out loud?” She looked up to see Din circling lower and lower. “Don’t you dare land, Din Djarin.” The N1 was getting lower still as she spoke. “I mean it. You have planets to save. People to meet and-” The exhaust of the starfighter sent her hair every which way, her face scrunching up against the gust. “What was I thinking you would do, I don’t know?” The last words were mumbled into Din’s chest plate, his arms pulling her into him as soon as he was back on the ground. (Exclamation of surprise)

“Are you….?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his modulator popping with the lack of sound behind it.

She nodded into his beskar. “Yaihadla.”

“As much as I love you speaking Mando’a, just give it to me in Basic. My brain isn’t working properly right now-”

She tilted her head back to look up into his visor, her voice soft. “I’m pregnant, Din.” Her eyes scanned over his helmet, searching for purchase. “You’re gonna be a dad, Djarin.” Grogu squealed from the cockpit of the N1, pulling her eyes over toward the tiny green ward, and a smile up her face. “Well, again. You’ll be a dad, again.”

Din froze for a moment before reaching up and ripping his helmet off, immediately pulling her into a searing kiss. Her muffled sounds of surprise melted away after just a moment, her arms coming up around his neck to pull him closer still, and causing his lips to pull up into a smile against her own. Finally breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily.

“Careful,” she teased, “that’s how we got into this situation in the first place.”

Din just shook his head in amusement at her, chuckling, and never removing his forehead from hers. Looking up through his lashes, he found her already doing the same to him. “Hi,” he muttered quietly.

“Hi,” she replied on a breath, making his smile pull higher still. “Osik,” she continued on a breath, going on when he cocked his head to the side, pulling back just slightly. “I really hope they get your smile.” (“Shit.”)

Xxx

Everything Tags: @lam-ila @oliviajdjarin @peonyophelia @itsavicf @jxvipike @momc95 @babygirlrex0504 @harriedandharassed @burningfieldof-clover @theclassicvinyldragon What’s This?

[andsoigotabutterfly]

-Freefall

Emma Myers x fem!famous!actress!reader

Summary: Wednesday Season two's filming starts, and Emma can't help but find a certain new college of hers very attractive.

a/n: Well this took a heckin' long time. Sorry, I just had to hide from my government because I accidentally stole state secrets. Only surfaced up so I could upload this. Hope you enjoy!

warning: little bit of angst, jelousy, little fluffy (is this even a warning?), bad writing, not proofread, english is still not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, famous reader, oblivious Emma AND reader

ler me know if I left something out!

“So, basically this is basically it. What do you think?”

Emma has been showing Jasmine around set all day. Even though early setbacks, they have been bonding and overall having a great time together. This season’s set was way bigger than the last, yet the layout was similar, so Emma knew her way around. Many of the staff were still being hired, thus, she volunteered to show new people around.

“Way bigger than what I expected!” the curly haired woman exclaimed. “And everyone is so nice! To be honest, I’m a bit overwhelmed…”

“That’s natural” Emma nodded. ”First when I got here last season, my head was spinning like crazy. You’ll get used to it.”

Jasmin’s mouth was still slightly hanging open, in an awestruck state. Then she mischievously smiled and looked over at Emma. She was gleaming, and even though Emma has only known her for three hours, she knew she wanted to ask something.

“Out with it” she smiled back.

“Is it true, that the Y/N is going to our colleague?”

Even the mention of your name was enough for Emma for her smile to grow bigger. The last couple years, you have burst onto scene, claiming every award you’ve been nominated for, and you deserved every one of them. Somehow every movie you’ve been in, it was as if you owned the scene. Some films got big just because of your acting, but you acted in some that were famous even before you got added to the cast.

Emma was entirely and utterly enthralled with you, and it wasn’t even an understatement. When she got word from Jenna, that she had asked you to be a part of Wednesday season two, and you said yes, she nearly fainted.

Jenna, as the co-producer of the new season, had pulled some strings and invited a lot of actors and actresses she has been working with in the past to be a part of Wednesday. Jasmin and you were almost the only ones, who’d been available, and would want to take part in the making of the new season.

Then she realized she needed to answer a question, and quickly nodded.

“Man, she is just simply great!” she said, and then continued her rant about you for five minutes, whilst the only thing Emma could do, was to nod along, whilst leading the woman to the director’s cabin. She couldn’t disagree with anything she said.

“I’ve also heard she might be your love interest…” Jasmin mischievously said, leaning in and grinning at the smaller woman.

“What? Wher- N- No that’s ridiculous” Emma stuttered. “I would neve-“ she got cut of by her companions’ intense laughter. She blinked in confusion, little scared. “What’s so funny?”

“I meant in the show!” Jasmin laughed out.

Emma mentally facepalmed herself, then smacked the other’s shoulder. Then realisation settled in her, as Jasmin’s words sank in. No. It couldn’t be… But that would mean, you. And her. Would have to. The thought made Emma unintentionally smile.

As the two continued their way towards Tim’s base of operations, conversation flew between them easily. Jasmin would not let go of the topic, and would retrial the chatter towards you, whenever Emma would try to change the subject. She had quickly found about Emma’s interest in you and would constantly tease her with it.

They didn’t even realise that they have reached their destination, until a loud shriek came from the trailer. “I would be her what?!”

The two looked at each other, and without a word, got closer as to hear what’s happening inside. Not a lot could be made out, but Emma could hear two people talking inside. She looked over to Jasmin, whose eyes were wide, a huge smile plastered on her face. Seeing her clueless partner, she whispered a quick “Let’s get inside” towards her, and before Emma could do something, dragged her inside.

“Jenna, I just can’t do that!” you said, your distress clearly audible in your voice. You had your back towards the new arrivals, not noticing them. “It’s not like when I did it with you, she is- I’m…” You didn’t finish the sentence, as Jenna signed the arrival of Emma and Jasmin.

“Sorry, to interrupt, but we finished our tour, and Emma here doesn’t really know where my trailer is, so we just came in to ask for help?” Jasmin said with too big of a smile to be telling the truth. Emma knew for a fact she was talking bullshit, as her trailer was one of the first places, she has shown to her. Yet all she could do was blink like fish, as you slowly turned on your heel towards them.

Emma felt like a mouse on the Mars; breathless and small. The Y/N was standing before her, sunglasses in hair, wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, black denims and combat boots completing your outfit. You were gorgeous, your sparkling eyes and light-brown, shoulder-blade length hair highlighting your face. If she could look away from you, she could have seen her friend throwing a knowing smile at her from across the room, but she couldn’t take her eyes of your perfect features.

“No problem at all” Jenna said reassuringly. “We were just discussing Y/N’s role as Enid’s love interest. Come, I’ll show you to your trailer. It’s so good to see you again! How was your flight?” she asked, like she didn’t just drop a bomb in the room.

You seemed to slightly flinch at her statement. Emma’s heart skipped a beat. Jasmin smiled and put an arm around Jenna, both leaving the room, leaving you and a breathless Emma inside.

After staring at each other for a while, you cleared your throat and greeted her. “Hi” your voice was uncertain, shy even. Not what she expected from you. “I’m- “

“Y/N, yes. Hi, I’m-“

“Emma” you gulped. “Yes. Huge fan here” you gestured at yourself, a weak smile appearing on your lips. Why did they have to be so full and red?

Emma’s heart fluttered at your words. “Really? Me too!” she smiled back. “I mean, of you. Not me, that would be a little egotistical, wouldn’t it? Hilarious even” she laughed to herself. “You’ve been amazing in Dune!”

You finally, genuinely smiled at the mention of the film. “Yeah, that was one of my favourites to shoot. I’ve read the books like a million times before, and when I got asked to play, there was no chance I would turn it down.”

“’He, who controls the spice controls the universe’” Emma quoted, with a deep voice imitating the books. “Shame this line didn’t make it into the movie…”

“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I was protesting for like three weeks for them to add it, but they denied me! It’s one of the most important quotes and they just cut it! I was outraged” you pouted.

Time flew by as you two raved about the movie and the books, but soon the subject changed to other interests of you and her. As it turned out, you played the drums, and were pretty good at it. After nagging you for a bit, you finally caved in and showed her some of the voice recording you made for yourself, and you really impressed her.

“Have you been shown around yet?” Emma asked, little more hopeful than what she wanted to admit to herself. “The majority of the staff is still being hired, so I volunteered to show new actors around.”

“Please, go ahead!” you smiled at her. “The moment I got here, Tim asked for me and Jenna to hold a meeting. Then he left me and her here, and that’s when you jumped us, so no, I haven’t been shown around yet.”

“Did Jenna say what the number of your trailer is?”

“Yes, I’m in number eleven.”

Oh god. “So, you’re the one who stole my number!” Emma exclaimed. “No worries, I’ll forgive you this once. Also, I’m in the trailer next to it, so we’ll be neighbours.” You beamed at her words. Without thinking, she put an arm around your shoulder as she started to lead you out, but the moment she noticed what she had done, the smaller girl retracked her hand. “Sorry! I’m just- “

“No need to apologize” you settled her. “I don’t mind.”

Emma just glared at you for a moment, butterflies erupting in her stomach at your words. Then she realized she was supposed to show you around, and started the tour once again, her hand finding it’s way back to your shoulder.

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It took less than a week to hire the staff, and for everyone to arrive at set. During this short duration Emma and you quickly grew closer, a deep friendship blossoming between you two. Daily banter and hanging out instantly became normal, as you two met up every day. Emma made sure to introduce you to everyone on set who arrived.

Not long after, shooting started and just as last time, it was hard. Everyone swiftly realized that these seven months are going to be just as demanding as the last eight, if not even more so. After the first two weeks, Emma already felt exhausted by work, her only consolation being the nights spent together with you. It became regular for you to come over to her place, and discuss what had happened that day, sometimes putting on a movie in the background.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she started falling. Not even lightly, but blindly and deeply stumbling into the pit that you resembled. Your tinkling laugh, making her laugh with you every time, your bright smile filling her world, giving purpose for waking up every day. The softest touch from you made her day, and they weren’t even rare.

Jasmin quickly caught on and started teasing her about it. With Jenna having to attend a lot of managing meetings they couldn’t meet that much, but the curly haired woman quickly filled the space left by her. She became one of Emma’s closest friends, beside you, of course.

As the weeks passed, the whole cast got back to its last year traditions; late night parties, getting drunk as hell, and blaring some music in the background. At first, you were glued to Emma’s side, but as time passed you slowly became comfortable with everyone around set.

“Spin!” everybody chanted, as Jasmin sat her phone back down behind her after she texted her ex that she misses her. “Spin! Spin! Spin!”

Two months into shooting Georgie was the one to hold the weekly party night. Once he has shown everyone around, the enjoyments started. Alcohol was quickly brought forth and everyone eased their minds.

Now you were comfortably sat beside Emma, raising your fist as you chanted with everyone. You were in an oversized black sweater, and shorts. Your eyes sparkled with joy, and you were gleaming with the night’s energy. Emma lowered her voice as she took you in, wanting to burn this memory into her brain. You couldn’t be more beautiful.

The crowd cheered as Jasmin spined the empty vodka bottle. As you did as well, Emma reevaluated her last thought; you were even more beautiful now. The glass clattered slower and slower, and soon, it stopped pointing at…

“Y/N!” Jasmin smiled mischievously, as if she was looking upon her pray. “Truth or dare?”

Emma could feel you stiffen beside her a little, but you quickly composed yourself, and looked back upon her, your eyes taunting her to do her worst. “Truth” you said, chin raised high.

“Is it true, you realised you aren’t straight after your kiss scene with Jenna?” she asked immediately after. Emma felt her heart clench, and her breath catch in her throat. She looked around the room, and saw the brunette blushing, whilst the others either chuckled or woo-d at the question. Wait, you weren’t straight?!

You narrowed your eyes at the other actress, then sighed in defeat. You took a shot before answering, that was laying beside you at the floor. “Yes” you admitted.

“Was it because-“

“One, question, miss” you cut her off, voice low as you grabbed the bottle and spun it. Everybody laughed. Except Emma.

She still couldn’t get over the fact you weren’t straight.

Yet a pesky thought took root in her brain. Did you have a thing for Jenna? You came out right after your movie with her made it into the theatres, and you haven’t dated anyone since. At least not publicly.

After a few rounds, the game came to an end. Everyone was either tired, drunk, or already asleep. There was no way, adequate work could be done the next day.

You and Emma stumbled to your trailer together, talking and laughing. Originally Jasmin and Hunter were also with you but had already made it to their trailer. The departing woman threw Emma a knowing smile and a wink when she left.

Even though your trailers were next to each other, Emma made sure to walk you the rest of the way. She watched you fumbling with your keys and open the door. She gave you a goodbye hug, and turned around to leave, when she felt your hand grab her.

“Nuh-uh! You’re staying here. Too dangerous for you to make it to your own” you said and tugged her inwards.

“Y/N” she laughed but complied to your pull. “Mine’s literally next door!”

“Don’t care.”

So, there she was, at your place not really knowing what to do. Usually by this time, you departed from one-another to make it to your own bed without collapsing on the floor.

“Isn’t it a bit too late for a movie?” she asked, when she saw you preparing popcorn. Oh, how she hated herself for asking this.

“You got somewhere to be?” you asked back jokingly and threw you the remote control. “Just pick something! I’ll be there in a sec.”

She did as she was told. As the movie started, she made herself comfortable at the end of the couch, leaving you space beside her. Yet, the movie didn’t really concern her that much, more the thoughts of you and Jenna. The internet was exploding with shipping you and her after the movie came out, and Emma couldn’t deny the chemistry that seemed between the two of you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked as you slumped down next to Emma on the couch and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She ignored how this simple act of yours made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“I-“ she started sheepishly, as a child caught during ice cream robbery. You weren’t helping either, with your cute, unwavering gaze. “Erm. Nothing really” she managed to say. You looked at her for a few more seconds, then turned to face the screen.

After a few minutes, you snuggled yourself into Emma, which made her breath get caught, and the butterflies return. She knew she was blushing too, and thanked the gods silently, that you couldn’t see her face.

“So, what’s up with you and Jasmin?” you asked, nonchalantly.

Emma furrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you two are very close, and she always makes you laugh…” you sounded unsure and hesitant, which was very new to Emma, coming from you.

“We’re just friends if that’s what you mean” she answered. To your nod, she felt like it was her time to ask, yet she felt like she wouldn’t like the answer. Her heart clenched at the thought. “What about you?” she asked anyway. “Do… you like anyone?”

You fell silent for a moment. Emma started panicking a little, thinking she crossed a line, until you spoke. “I’m just not sure if they like me back…” your voice was weak, and fearful.

Before she got a hold of herself, the next question rolled out. “Is it Jenna?” You stiffened in her hold, and she mentally facepalmed herself. Of course, it was Jenna. Who else would it be? She felt pain in her chest at the thought of you and her together, yet the thought of you being happy, lessened it. Even if only a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

You sit up so you can look at her, and she already misses the contact. There is something in your eyes she can’t decipher. But then you simply thank her and lean back into her. She feels strange. She feels bad. She knows she has no right for her heart to clench this painfully. Yet it does.

-----

“What’s with you?” Jasmin looked at Emma curiously.

She was playing her part perfectly, and the now blonde-haired woman had to admit; she looked pretty swell in the Nevermore uniform. Emma knew her lines, she had practised them all the night before, yet the words just wouldn’t come to her. She was just as distracted as Enid was in this scene if not even more so, and there was a good reason for it.

You were standing behind cover with Jenna, talking, laughing, and enjoying your time with her. Ever since the night where she figured out who you were crushing over, she had done a lot to help you. She ignored the part of her which violently wanted to stop her from doing so, but it got harder and harder. Her solution in the last couple weeks was to avoid you as much as possible. It got even harder when she would need to do her scenes with you, as shooting got to the part where Lilith and Enid, Lillith being the character you were playing, got closer and closer to one another. It wasn’t long until the kiss scene and Emma was freaking out.

It wasn’t like you didn’t notice her distancing herself from you, but Emma was just too scared to let you close again. She felt like, the moment you confront her, she would combust and confess everything immediately, so she did everything in her power, to avoid it, even if she knew it wouldn’t be possible for long. She got up earlier, to avoid you and even though it pained her more than anything, she cut of the movie nights and talking with you.

Yet now, as she was standing on set and you were off talking and enjoying yourself with Jenna, she couldn’t help but feel her stomach churning in uncomfortable and unpleasurable ways. She felt both guilty and helpless against it.

“Cut” Tim said a little disappointedly. “Emma, as she said” he continued as he pointed at Jasmin. “What’s whit you? You can’t concentrate, and we can’t shoot a goddamn scene with you.” It was true. She had been like this for almost three to four days now, but only became apparent now, as shooting got to the parts where she was in the main picture.

“Sorry, I’m just really over my head with a few things.”

“Take the day off” he said with a wave of his hand.

“No- But- I can do it, I promise!”

“It’s not that you can’t, it’s that I don’t want you to. You clearly need to sort things out.”

“But-” Emma started protesting, but Tim cut her off.

“Just go!”

Emma sighed in defeat and slumped out the scene. Now she had to deal with her thoughts about you. Great. Just great.

As Emma was walking out, she saw a glimpse of you and immediately changed her direction. She chose the back door exit instead and lengthened her steps. She felt you behind her, but before you could catch up to her, she was out.

Emma stayed in her trailer all day. She felt helpless against being this distracted, helpless against what you made her feel. She felt her heart clench every time you popped in her mind, which was almost constantly. The now familiar feeling of her stomach churning returned, and accompanied her all day, making her even more miserable.

Her absence didn’t go unnoticed. Jasmin, Hunter, Johnna, and Naomi all went to check up on her, but she sent them all away. She couldn’t deal with company right now. She didn’t want to break down before them which she felt impossibly close to.

Then sheknocked. “Hey, Emma” Jenna’s soft voice could be heard from the door. “Please let me in! I just want to talk.”

Emma’s heart clenched even more if that was possible. She hadn’t been nice with Jenna. Not that she was rude, but she avoided her even more than you. She loved Jenna, she really did, but the last couple weeks Emma wished she would just disappear. She knew she had no right to do so. She didn’t want to do so. Yet she did.

“Has someone done something wrong?” the brunette continued. Emma wanted to hug her so badly, tell her no, but she stopped herself. Why did she stop herself? “You’ve been distancing yourself from us and we miss you! I miss you…” her voice was now sorrowful. It broke Emma’s heart. “Have I done something? If-“

The older woman abruptly opened the door and pulled the startled woman into a hug. “No” she spoke, sounding a little scratchy. “It’s not you. It’s me.” Emma felt Jenna returning the hug.

“What’s with you?” the smaller woman asked softly as she stepped one step back.

“It’s-“ she started but forgot what she wanted to say the moment she saw someone behind Jenna. The moment she saw you. “Y/N” she breathed out unconsciously.

Jenna raised a brow. “Y/N?” she asked confused but wearing a smug smile. When she noticed Emma wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, she turned around and her smile grew even larger. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m going to leave you two some space, but don’t think you got out of explaining yourself Myers” she said jokingly and patted her friend’s shoulder. Before walking off, she threw a last smile towards the older actress, and whispered; “Go get her.”

Emma blinked in confusion a few times at the departing Jenna, but as you got closer she shifted her attention towards you. Suddenly, she became hyper aware of her surroundings; of how chilly the air was, how the gathering dark veil clouded the sky. Of how gorgeous you were.

She just stood there, rooted to the ground, speechless and gaping as you quickly got closer. Her back was against her trailer door, and the thought of reaching for the doorknob crossed her mind, but she was frozen in place.

“Emma” you said quietly, as if not believing the word that left your mouth.

“Y/N” Emma said again in a similar tone.

“I-“ you started shy, and unsure. “I wanted to apologize.”

Emma couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “For what?”

“For being too much, for dumping all my mental problems on you, for…” and you just started ranting about all that you’ve done while pacing up and down before her. Emma disagreed with all your statements. You were never too much, your problems never bothered her. She was sure the rest was nonsense as well, but she couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of you. It got all faint as she took in your presence again, felt your smell again could hear your voice again. You were perfect. How could she have done what she had done? It all seemed so pointless, so stupid. How could she be so stupid?

She mindlessly grabbed your arm and stopped you in your tracks. You immediately shut up and looked at her, eyes full of hope and curiosity. Emma opened her mouth, then shut it. No words seemed good enough, worthy enough of you. As she was searching for words, her eyes locked with yours, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt she could spend all her life looking into the depths of them. She wouldn’t mind getting lost in them for all eternity if it would mean you were close to her.

“I’m falling for you.” There it was. She broke. When she recognized what she’d done, it was already too late. She said it out loud. Then she realised how close you were, your face only inches away from hers. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was the fool, I-“

Your lips shut her up. They were so soft, so perfect. More than what she could ever dream for. They tasted like cherry, a taste she could feel herself become addicted to. Her hands drew you closer, pressing your body against hers. The world seemed to disappear between the two of you as you lost yourselves in one-another. Nothing mattered. Just you, moving against her, movements fully synchronized.

“I’m falling for you too” you said and chuckled once you needed to come up for air. Your foreheads were pressed against each other, her hands caressing your cheek. “Damn it! I should have confessed before you.”

“Just shut up and kiss me again” Emma breathed out chuckling as well.

The kiss was interrupted by Jasmin’s voice from next to you. “If you lovebirds are done peppering, we have a smaller party today!” she said.

“Jesus don’t do that ever again!” Emma exclaimed. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me for it!” she grinned deviously. “Now chop-chop! Oh, I will also need the two of you to do that again before everyone.”

“Why’s that?” you asked.

“Well, my dear lovely future wife-of-my-bestie, I have to prove somehow, that half the cast owes me money, don’t I?”

“You betted on us?”

“Since dawn of time! Gawd, if I don’t send Y/N after Jenna, I would have slipped out of the time zone!” she then turned around and proceeded towards today’s party location. “I can’t believe I almost lost money because these two blind doves couldn’t find each other. Man, it sure as hell took them long…” her rant went on, but she fortunately got out of hearing distance.

You chuckled in Emma’s arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Should we help a fellow friend out?”

“I’m thinking we should let her lose.”

“You think you can stop yourself from kissing me every five minutes from now on?” you asked grinning.

Even though she knew you knew the answer, she replied. “No.”

[crheativity]

Could I get a Jack Howl @ 4pm with cuddles?

This feels like a restaurant order, but y'know what, it's not too far so I'll take it

WARNINGS: Reader’s shorter than Jack (bro is 192cm/6’3”. That’s heckin tall). Reader is also a bit clingy hehe but it’s all very wholesome and fluffy dw. Sorry if it’s a little short!

COMMENTS: Haha it does kinda! Sorry if this is a little out of character, I’m still learning how to write Jack lol. Btw, you didn’t have to use anon if you didn’t want to :) I hope you enjoy this! 

If you'd like to request something for my 200 followers event, details can be found here.

“Stay.” You looked up at Jack from your position at his side on the couch. He froze as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. “Please?”

Jack hesitated, splotches of pink painted across his face.

“It’s been too long since we hung out,” you pouted, tightening your grip around him. “Could we just stay like this today? No homework or club business or anything? Please?” 

This is a trap. Jack thought, as he looked down at you. Your face was so cute. It… shouldn’t hurt to take an afternoon off, right? He bit his lip. He’s got that project from Crewel and that assignment from Trein he really ought to do, not to mention track practice… 

“Pleeasseee?”

Jack sighed. He couldn’t win. He shifted so he was facing you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, his tail wagging slightly. 

“Alright.” He mumbled, his breath tickling your skin. You hummed excitedly and shifted to a more comfortable position.

Jack hummed and pulled you closer. His cheeks were so warm, he was glad you couldn’t see them. He was so weak to you, it didn’t make sense. He knew he liked you - he wouldn’t have asked you out otherwise. He didn’t expect you to have him so totally wrapped around your finger like this.

Jack looked at your position in his arms. You seemed to fit perfectly. He smiled, feeling a blush spread to his cheeks. Maybe he didn’t mind it so much after all.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[phlurrii]

Yo can we talk about this HECKIN’ FLOOFY Arceus for a sec?! So frickin’ CUTE

My fluffy god is a hit I see XD

I should clean up his design and give ya’ll the full floor treatment lol

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Alrighty then! Ima go for it! Believe it or not it is neko based. But, with a male y/n to be exact lmao. The quirk being Cat: The user is given cat like ears and tail, however they are givin feline like instincts that they can’t necessarily control. But the user is aloud to transform into a house cat, and can look like their natural hair color. The user can only meow in this form, they can’t talk like a human duh. The user has cat like senses, being able to hear very well, see in the dark, and have really good balance. The user can talk to/ attract felines alike mostly house cats as they seem to be the most popular in Japan. They are known to be flexible, and have balanced landing. And oml that is heckin long look i just copied and pasted from the last time i wrote about this quirk i hope you can forgive me. 😔 But anywho, i can just see Aizawa being absolute friends with this chad, like maybe y/n is a therapist to kids because he can literally comfort them due to his quirk, or just like a detective of sorts because of he can turn into a cat and be an excellent spy. Im so terribly sorry if this is long, i guess this more of an idea giving thing, maybe some inspiration for ya? I wanna see what you come up with. I think it’s about time we get some Neko Dilfs in our lives. 😎 what do you think?

Ooo jejkdbfkd I haven't even watched that fricken program and I'm already thinking of chat noir 💀

But of course I had to make it cute and romantic <3 sort of

Masterlist <3

Aizawa x Male!Neko!Reader

It was hard not to stare at Shouta Aizawa when you first met him. He was in his usual outfit, teaching his class 1-A and training with them when you had arrived at the training area, where the class was being held.

You had just been hired as a new teaching assistant because of your reputation as an underground hero, and their thoughts were that it would be best to have another underground hero to teach you the ropes.

He was standing there in all his glory, looking over the kids and making sure that they were making the most out of their training by giving them pointers and keeping track of their progress. It was so hot.

You tried your best not to fanboy over the poor man but you really just can't help yourself at this point. What makes it so much worse is your daddy issues, so this is kind of like waving candy in front of a kid and being like "Yeah you can only look, and you can't eat it. Have fun!", as if!

You were a complete simp for this man, and you always have been since you first heard of him.

He had taken some time out to train you alone in both the physical and mental areas of being a teaching assistant, and his very few complements and praises stuck in your mind like glue.

"I see... A cat quirk, huh? I'll tolerate you because cats are my favourite animal, -but only because of that."

That was a complement in your eyes, at least. He likes you! And he acknowledges your quirk!!

As of right now, you're halfway through your training and you've gotten pretty close to your mentor, though you've told him nothing of your dream to meet him, or of how much his mentoring really means to you. You both regularly chat and you pride yourself on even having made him laugh on some occasions, though he has absolutely no clue how much you admire and crush on him, and he never will.

At least, that's what you think.

In reality, Shouta Aizawa is a much smarter man than you give him credit for, and he could tell from the get-go that you were crushing on him, and hard. He had grown a soft spot for you in the time you've gotten to train and work together, and he had grown to love those twitchy, fluffy little ears of yours, and he wanted to pet your tail so direly, because this man is just an absolute sucker for cats.

He could also tell you had some rather substantial daddy issues too, from your aversion to part from him and your inferiority and abandonment issues, along with your constant need for validation. He found it very, very amusing that you thought he couldn't tell.

As you sit down with him in the faculty room, alone, you have to physically restrain your tail from patting happily against the sofa, your eyes, pupils as wide as the iris itself, avoid making contact with those of your hero.

He chuckles at your shyness despite that fact that it's been almost half a year now since you've met, and the two of you, along with the entire class, have been through thick and thin together and bonded like superglue.

Why were you so shaky around him all the time?

He sits with his legs crossed, an arm slung over the back of your couch and behind you, making you almost quiver as you keep averting his gaze out of sheer embarrassment at this point. He had grown to truly respect you and your accomplishments, knowing about your past with providing free therapy for kids.

That was one specific thing that caused his respect for you to increase dramatically when he first heard about it though, especially since it hit so close to home. His students have been though so much already that most rookie, full-time heroes haven't had to deal with yet, but somehow none of them classified for therapy? Or could even get it at a reasonable price? It was a longstanding struggle that Aizawa had fought long and hard against for his kids, yet he didn't have the power to do anything more for them until you came along. And you did it for free?!

He knew that he wouldn't have much trouble getting along with you at least, since your moral standpoints seemed to allign quite nicely.

He turned out to be right, although somehow no amount of psychology training could help you resolve your own issues, apparently.

"Why are you so tense all the time? 's not like I'm about to drag you to the nearest dark alley and threaten you for spare change. You need to relax"

All he receives in response is a shaky nod, and that's when he gets fed up, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head towards him, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Your pupils are blown wide with love and adoration, much like that of a real cat, and your left ear twitches slightly, prompting him to pet it as he leans in to press a peck to your lips.

You freeze. It was like you had been struck with Todoroki's ice, because you could only sit in shock as your long time crush kissed you. He's just so dreamy and hot, and you can't stop your cheeks from going bright red again.

"I-... I-... S-so..."

"Let's date."

You nearly faint.

You can't help but ask if you're dreaming, and this only ilicits a low chuckle from the dark haired man which has your knees and heart weak, and as you look back at him and take the sight in fully, your little heart skips a beat. You must be the luckiest guy in the world right now.

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 1, poll 19

Propaganda

Scarlet Devil Mansion Library, Touhou:

It's said to have books of all kind, in thousands of different languages, and about countless different things. Some of the books were written by the librarian herself, Patchouli Knowledge. The was also probably one of the first recognizable set pieces in the windows touhou games, being the fourth stage in it's introductory game.

The Lines Between, Dimension 20: Neverafter:

Contains all versions of every story ever written, told, or imagined - free existential horror with every checkout!

"You're nothing more than scratches of ink on someone else's piece of paper."

The Lines Between is a massive place between stories, and staffed by diverse and deific librarians who are just doing their best, such as Glossary, Key, Legend and Index. The library is physically made of books, scrolls, and parchment. Its areas include the Hall of Stories, the Canonade, the Tower of Tales, and perhaps most remarkably: a brilliant view of the Auroratory. It is a beautiful aurora borealis of voices, preserving auratory stories that aren't necessarily written down. It is possible to swim up and into the Auroratory.

Fort Maria Library, Star Sable Online:

(All images come from ssoblr users)

So this is not necessarily a public library and it was abandoned for a long time (as far as we know) but the druids have it up again recently in game. It was built as part of Fort Maria centuries ago by the time of the game, and holds books from all those eras.

It is a gorgeous and expansive place with secret passageways, rare tomes, fluffy seats, old abandoned research, a lot of study areas, old relics, a moving bookcase to a portal cavern and even its very own library ghost!

It is, in my opinion, one of the most atmospheric places in the game. Even without sound on it is gorgeous and bring across its intention incredibly well, and with the sound on it is incredibly eerie. The music here is very limited and quiet, and the player’s footsteps echo through the library.

I feel like whatever you’re researching, you will find something on it in here. It feels like a place you could spend your whole life reading in, and still only have read a tiny fraction of the books there.

the citizens of jorvik (fictional star stable online island) keep all the witchcraft books in there and all their super secret and cool magic books, it was closed for years and it's very mysterious. one of the coolest characters (mrs. holdsworth) in the whole game hangs out there a lot, and it's home to a cute little capran named beatrix and she took her name from her favorite book. the only way you get in the library is by feeding her snacks and reading her books and she's also one of the coolest characters in the game (imo). also beatrix is friends with one of the horses in the game and she often is seen playing with the horse so :) OH and also there's a full heckin portal room in the lower floor!!! with a little pond and a portal that at some point the main characters (the "soul riders") get kicked in by the evil guys (the "dark riders") into this place called devil's gap (despite the name there's just one witch basically vibing in the gap potentially helping out the evil guys but we haven't figured that out yet). and it's gorgeous, if you're worrying about looks. the inside is all wooden and home-y and the portal room is also very pretty eye candy, it's very glow-y.

Bookholm, The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers

None

[pokemon-ash-aus]

How would false twins react if they saw paradox pokemon

Peach: The scientific probability of those being real old time and future pokemon is next to none. It doesnt make sense.

Indigo: They all have such poor naming conventions too. None of it really sound like a pokemon name, more of a descriptor- like eevee the Evolution pokemon. It's just- the Iron Hands Pokemon, The SlitherWing Pokemon- they arent names.

Ash: I hear you guys loud and clear, but look at that Slitherwing and tell me you dont want to fall asleep in it.

Peach: Its a scientific travesty.

Indigo: Its just an experiment.

Ash: I cant hear you over this awesome fluffy bug and oh my mew its so heckin warm

Peach: Ash...

Ash: Oh yes, Pokemon experiment or not, i love you very much Slithers.

Indigo: And he named it...

Peach: Mew damn it, guess im joining.

Indigo: Ditto to that.

[hwaitham]

ive only stepped foot into chenyu vale a few short moments ago but oh .. t's so beautiful .. so calm n tranquil , i couldnt help but tear up when i first heard da music start 2 play ꒰𓏼 ˊ͈ ᵔ ˋ͈𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ hilly mountains n all da tea fields ... eee i cn j smell how green it is n it fills mi wif such warmth … fwuzzy feels right in m heart 🍵🕯️ i cant wait 2 explore more .ᐟ

n n n also da animals here are so heckin cutes :3 esp da new bighorn sheeps .. hehe dey hv da same eyes as m haithie ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა plus ... DEY ARE SO FLUFFY WUAW ! !

[burningfieldof-clover]

quick song inspired echo x reader blurb

HECKIN FLUFFY LOVE FOR OUR PRECIOUS BOY

🎧 little do you know - alex and sierra 🎧

This was probably the longest hyperspace jump the Marauder has ever made. While light speed travel was typically smooth, you found it a little difficult to actually sleep. Your shift was coming up soon. Echo's was before you. If you both had already completed your shifts, you'd both be curled up and sleeping soundly.

You and Echo always fell asleep facing each other holding hands between you, foreheads pressed together. You both shared your thoughts and feelings, dreams, passions.

Why didn't you just join him on his shift? What a long day it was. Common sense was not a gift at this time. Swinging your legs over the side of the bunk and being careful not to hit the one above you, your feet touched the ground and started to lead you to the cockpit.

Soft footfalls made a slight sound as you walked. You readjusted Echo's shirt that covered your torso. He really loved the way it looked on you, covered and accentuated your curves. His blacks were the same equivalent to of a boyfriend's hoodie.

"Hey Echo," you spoke up as you entered the room so you didn't startle him. He spun the chair around to meet your eyes with a smile. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting in the copilot's chair. The two of you looked out at the view, the rushing stars and blues of the stretched out space.

"Couldn't sleep?" Echo asked.

You shook your head. "It's just not the same without you there."

Echo audibly smirked. "You're insatiable."

It was your turn to chuckle. You pulled a ration bar out from a hiding place under the control panel. You broke it in half and passed one half to Echo. "You keep me warm. I feel safe."

As he bit into the bar he nodded. He agreed.

You leaned back and planted your feet on the control panel causing your body to nearly bend in half, your knees almost brought to your chin. In silence, you both ate and continued to watch out the window.

Echo loved the way your eyes glittered and reflected the view. You had a childlike wonder when gazing upon the magics of the universe. He loved you so much.

It was quiet for minutes. You tilted your head to look at him. He was cozied into the chair the best he could. "Hey Echo?" He looked over at your command. "Do you think we'll stay like this forever?"

"However long forever is, I'll be with you, no matter where we are or what we do."

You smiled as your gaze fell downward. Forever for Echo wasn't as long as it was for you.

"What if we ran away?" you asked him.

The confident look he was displaying seconds ago turned to confusion. What were you implying? "Cyar'ika?"

You chuckled uneasily. "I want to explore the galaxy with you. I want to visit all the places you have been and I want to see the skies you've witnessed. I want to learn your history."

With a longing look, he took his turn to glance downward. "I've thought about it."

You twisted your body to sit on your knees sideways, facing him without turning the chair. Your hands were placed on the panel between the both of you. "What? Like, really really?"

Echo nodded. "I imagine us getting our own shuttle. Something compact enough to stay under radars. The spare room isn't filled with weapons and armor." He looked up at the stars again, raising his arms to gesture to the unknown. "I have so much to show you. I want our hearts to be filled with accomplishments."

"Oh, Echo," you muttered out with a sigh. You leaned back to sit on your feet. "How long is forever?"

He looked over at you again. He spun the chair ninety degrees to look at you full on. "Forever is a long time."

"But, how long?"

You watched the emotions cycle on his face. He was putting a lot of thought into this. When he found his answer, he locked eyes with yours. "Until the sun dies. I'll love you until the sun dies, and that will be our forever."

The small phrase made tears form in your eyes. The beauty of the man before you was ethereal. Infinite. "There are thousands of suns, Echo," you whispered.

"Then we will chase every sunset, we'll follow each star until every sun in this universe has faded out. All of eternity, and then some."

You stood up on the chair, used the center panel as a step, and sat yourself on Echo's lap, straddling his legs. You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, and his hand trailed up your back to grasp your neck as he put passion into your connection. The kissing was calm, heavy, sensual and intimate. Your hands caressed his face.

Echo pressed his forehead against yours. This was a constant sign of connection in your relationship. You closed your eyes and performed the same action, but you occasionally pressed a quick and soft kiss to his mouth. Your hands landed on both sides of his head, holding him where his ears hid beneath his cybernetics. His hand fell to your hip.

You started to feel the peace that his presence always granted you. Wordlessly you both decided to share your shifts watching over the ship and it's travels as it rushed through space.

Echo's hand started to move up and down your ribs on your side. You took this chance to wrap your arms around his neck and embrace him tightly against you.

"Until the sun dies," you whispered.

"Until the sun dies," he repeated.

So lay your head on me 'Cause little do you know I I love you 'til the sun dies

[songforeddiemunson]

Welcome!

Hi, I'm Liv. I am an old married millennial in my 30's. I write for and generally hyperfixate on Eddie Munson.

🔞 I write and reblog fics about consenting adults not suitable for minors. 🔞 Otherwise this blog is a safe space for all; no hate, no ship wars. I'm ship-neutral and write reader insert stories. Eddie and reader are always at least 20+, and use of Y/N is avoided. You can also find me on AO3 here.

MY MASTERLIST

Panic in Detroit (complete) 🔞

Bartender!Eddie x Fem!reader AU, 1991. Slow burn, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, danger, drama, excitement, eventual smut, all the things.

part one: here today, gone tomorrow

part two: scary monsters (and super creeps)

part three: as the world falls down

part four: the heart's filthy lesson

part five: slow burn

part six: miracle goodnight

part seven: heroes

Book cover by @themarvelous-mrsmunson

Haunting in Blackwood Hollow (In progress) 🔞

1991. Eddie and reader check into a rented house in the Appalachian woods, joined by Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin. Unfortunately for our gang, things in Blackwood Hollow are never as they appear. (Unrelated to Panic in Detroit)

part one: steve's big mistake

part two: fool me once

One Shots and Blurbs:

Note that Eddie and Reader are aged up to 20+. List begins under the cut.

Sex Sounds Eddie x F!Reader. Pure smut, no plot. 🔞

Mistaken Identities Joe x Reader, funny, no smut. I normally don't write RPF fics but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Homeward Bound (for Christmas) Eddie x F!Reader, fluffy cute smut 🔞

Quarantine with Eddie Eddie x reader headcanons, fluffy smut. 🔞

Wake Up Call Eddie x reader, short cute smut. 🔞

Road Trip or Bust Eddie x Reader, fluffy Valentine's Day smut. 🔞

Grey Sky Luster Eddie x F!Reader, fluffy shower smut. 🔞

Three of a Kind Eddie x F!Reader x F!Roommate. Eddie's first threesome. 🔞

Lightning Crashes Eddie x Reader, friends to lovers, fluff.

Next Summer Eddie x F!Virgin!Reader, heckin' sweet pining, slight angst, romantic smut 🔞

Breakfast in Bed Eddie x Fem!Reader enjoy a steamy domestic moment 🔞

Things That Go Bump Eddie x Reader spooky ghost story! No smut but darker themes.

Happy Hawkins Holiday Eddie x reader host their first Christmas, fluff and shenanigans ensue . No smut.

Dear Tinseldick Rockstar!Eddie cheers reader up after a tough day at work. Fluff and comfort, no smut.

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Discord Highlights: WAIT! Beregond! (And Too Many Pippins)

[4/28/23]

meg is me:

I like to think Faramir is the oldest of Pip's kids just because of how triumphant Pip would be to name his son Faramir before Merry gets the chance to use the name 😂

InvisibleWashboard:

Imagine Faramir getting the letter from Pippin telling him, "Yooooo I had a son and guess who we named him after?!" I feel like Faramir would be so freaking excited.

meg is me:

Beregond like shoot i was saving that for kid or grandkid name

Me:

WAIT. I headcanon that Beregond and Inzilbeth were expecting another baby fairly soon after getting settled in Ithilien with Beregond’s new job. Imagine it’s a boy. Imagine Beregond names that boy Faramir.

[4/30/23]

Windmill to the Stars:

Would it be taking this joke too far if Pippin had another son he named Beregond and called him Berry?

Me:

WAIT. PIPPIN NAMING A SON BEREGOND. THAT’S TOO HECKIN’ CUTE 🥰😭

I’m just imagining him rolling up to Ithilien like “and here are my sons, Faramir and Beregond and—” so on and so forth, deliberately pretending to not notice how both Lord Faramir and his bodyguard right beside him are suddenly holding back tears.

chaosandwhatnot:

Or or beregond has a second son and names him peregrin because pippin saved his life at the black gate

Writing Valkyrie:

Both

Princess of Words:

Or both!

Me:

[5/2/23]

Me:

Ladies. Romans. Countrymen.

I’ve been scrolling back through our discussions here looking for stuff to post on the blog, and I just realized I neglected to share a particular mental image at the time it was relevant.

So we all know that Pippin canonically names a son Faramir, right?? And in our headcanons, Beregond named a son Faramir too??

Imagine. Pippin brings his family to Ithilien. Beregond brings his son to work.

There are now three Faramirs in that room.

AND. If Pippin names a son Beregond, and Beregond names a son Peregrin, there are also two Beregonds and two Pippins in that room.

I almost don’t dare imagine that Faramir would name any kids after those who saved him from the pyre because that means nine people in the room and three names shared between all of them.

Imagine the chaos. I can’t even. The world would probably collapse by the sheer power of three Pippins alone.

chaosandwhatnot:

Well according to our headcanons there ARE three pippins The og Beregond's son And periadoc

OH NO WAIT THERE ARE FOUR PIPPINS PIPPIN GAMGEE

InvisibleWashboard:

I love this so much. So, so much! Chaos? Of course. But like…. Adorable fluffy chaos.

All I can picture is all of them ending up doubled over with laughter over name confusion.

[Bonus - 4/30/23]

Me:

At this rate we’re gonna have an entire generation of post-Quest kids named after their parents’ friends 🤣🤣

InvisibleWashboard:

And this is a problem why??? Imagining all their happy endings is giving me life right now.

chaosandwhatnot:

Merry: hey pippin

Several voices echoing through middle earth: yes?

InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, Windmill to the Stars is @windmilltothestars, chaosandwhatnot is @grondds-and-roses, Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, Princess of Words is one of our beloved anons, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3