#self ship drabble

[of-comfort-and-love]

Hairstylist Prince

A/N: After coming across this post, I was hit with a flashback on an older fic I wrote 3 years ago that I didn't post on here.

Well technically I did post it on my fanfic sideblog but tbh that place kinda ded so...

Anywhoooo!

Have this oldie but goodie. I still have that one unfinished draft I need to post; hope I'll get that one done soon... 🤞🏾

"O-ow!", I winced as I felt something pinching my ear. Except it wasn't a pinch. It was my mischievous boyfriend of mine nipping on my ear.

"You were sleeping again.", Tokiya teased as he pecked the spot that he bit.

"N-no, I was...meditating, that's all."

I had gotten my hair washed earlier and the next step was to blow dry my untamable mane before straightening it. With the new hairdryer brush I got, I'd be able to get both tasks done in no time. Thanks to some help from Tokiya, the process went by a little quicker.

"If you want to take a nap, you can. I will wake you up once I'm finished.", he explained as he brushed through another section of hair. Moisturized, of course.

"You know, you didn't really have to go through all of this trouble. I can't even do my hair at my age. Embarrassing, right?", I joked, hoping that he wouldn't hear over the blaring noise of the electrical brush. But I was wrong.

"Nonsense, my love. It's no trouble at all. Besides, I'm more than happy to help if it means I get to show off how beautiful my girlfriend is."

I soon winced. Not from the brush's heat- from Tokiya's sudden compliment drop.

"Once again, you're the worst.", I scoffed, ignoring his small chuckles at my flustered self as he continued brushing out my hair.

[espresso-ships]

Self ship drabble

Just thinking about Laura getting her third tattoo done and being all cocky like: "I've done this before! No worries!" And then freaking out when she sees the needle and squeezes Nacho's hand really damn hard 😭 Nacho just looks at her like: "Told you so" whilst trying to be a supportive bf lmao

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Just a drabble. Because what's love besides annoying your lover whenever given the slightest chance lol

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The key jangled, fumbling a little in the door's lock. Gill had gone out for a little while, just now coming back to the house. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the door clicked and swung open.

Stepping back inside, already closing the door, the first thing she sees is Vash. Vertical, only one hand on the floor holding his entire body aloft while he does a series of push-ups; his white shirt has fallen away from his stomach to reveal the muscles he's maintaining underneath it.

Immediately swept away by the sight, she simply stands where she'd stopped by the front door and stares. It only takes him a minute to notice her, locking eyes where he balances. His arm trembles somewhat as he gives her a cute, wide lopsided grin. His face is a bit red from his workout. "Welcome back." He says, his voice just edging on sounding out of breath too.

"Yeah hey." She says, distracted. She loves her boyfriend.

Vash drops, lowering himself to roll onto his knees then stand, now at his feet. He lifts his shirt to wipe at his face, looking at her. He raises a brow. "Your face is kinda red, love."

"Is it?" She pries her eyes from his stomach to look into his face. She coughs back inside her throat. "Enjoy your workout?"

He drops his shirt. "Yeah; it was just a quick one. Wanted to make sure I did a little though." He takes a deep breath. Vash has pretty much always had great stamina, it takes a while for him to get out of breath totally. Gill knows a quick workout for him is likely upwards of an hour. He gives her a wide grin, opening his arms for her. "But now I'm just glad to see you."

She smiles, walking towards him. "Me too." She gets closer, just about to hug him. But when she's close, she crinkles her nose and backs away again. "Ew, gross, Vash."

"Huh? What?" He looks genuinely confused.

"You smell, love." She pulls a face, waving her hand. His quick workout has caused the scent of sweat to cling to his body; she'd seen the gleam of sweat on him before, though was too far to catch a whiff. It definitely made him look handsome, dripping on the lines of his toned body and beautiful face, the smell wasn't as attractive however.

Vash looks at his arms, the sweat on them that he hadn't payed much attention to before she said anything. "That smelly?" He asks.

"Yeah, for real. I love you, darling, but no hugs until you get rid of that smell." She tells him.

"No hugs?" He pouts. The frown is cute, however she's not going to budge. After a few seconds, a mischievous look comes to his eyes. "Awe, it's not that smelly, see." And he quickly closes the distance in one long step and wraps her into a tight hug.

She squeals, having been unable to get away before he snatched her, already squirming. He's way stronger than her, however. Her weak struggling does nothing. He keeps her pressed tightly to his damp body, she can feel the planes of his muscles underneath his shirt, and the waves of the smell of his sweat hitting her senses. Admittedly, she always loves hugging him, however the scent is not something she enjoys. She tries to push away from it. "Vash ! That's gross ! You gotta shower !"

He laughs, shaking her in the hug. "I thought you liked hugging me?"

"I do, but c'mon." She pouts, trying to angle her face away from the sweat. "Yuck, lemme go !" She cries.

He hums, chuckling. "Alright, I can. There's just one price." He gets her to actually look at him. "You gotta give me a kiss."

She pouts, wanting to kiss him while disliking getting anymore of the smell. She relents, though. Getting onto her toes, she gives his patient lips a kiss. Immediately after leaning away from the smell. "Now please go clean yourself off."

He releases her, not hiding any of his amusement at her disgust for the smell. "Alright, alright."

Gill backs several steps away, catching a whiff of herself. "Gross, now I smell like it." She groans softly.

Vash pushes his hair back, angling his head. "Sorry, my love. You could always shower off with me though." He offers her.

She thinks, nose crinkled. "Only on the condition you get in first and get some of that scent off then I can join and shower with you."

He laughs. "It's a deal." He says, already walking towards the bathroom to shower. He's gonna have to give her plenty of non smelly hugs and kisses to make amends later.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Eric bandaging you after an accident

Thank You so much for my first Eric Prompt, Nonnie! I am kissing you on the mouth (respectfully)

Warnings: 18+, injury, mentions of blood

Word count: 337

Her footing is always so sure. Even when the ocean swells, and waves throw around the ship.

So sure in fact, it wasn't actually Mairead that had slipped, but one of the cabin boys trying to help in the sudden squall.

She had just climbed down from the rigging after helping to secure one of the sails when the boy came tumbling into her. It was so quick.

She hit the deck but there was no time to worry about the pain in her upper chest as the rain came down in sheets.

It wasn't until Eric stopped her as she hurried by, hand firm on her arm.

"You're hurt," There's worry in his voice.

"It's just a bruise," She tries to brush him off, knowing well her white blouse would be seethrough at this point.

"Mairead, you're bleeding."

That's how she found herself here, stained shirt discarded, praying that the flickering candlelight is dim enough to hide her blush as Eric looks at her intensely.

There's a cut across the right of her collarbone, a jagged tear of flesh that's sure to leave a nasty scar.

She flinches when he lightly touches a damp cloth to the wound, causing him to jump back as well.

"Sorry."

He cleans it as quickly and carefully as be can before wrapping a clean bandage around her. It's awkward because of where it is, but he manages with a little help.

They're both laughing quietly as he tries to secure it, breath and voices mingling.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's sore, but I'll be fine."

His eyes soften from familiarity to something else, a look she's still not used to recieving from him.

Her breath hitches when he leans in close to her chest.

"Eric-"

His hand caresses the back of her head as his lips press ghost-like over the cut.

"There," He murmurs, "To take the pain away."

"You goof," She chuckles, pulling him up to softly kiss his lips, "What would I do without you?

[sunshine-biter]

Do you like murder mysteries… Because I’ve been a suspect in 4 murder cases~ Error

DJAJJAHSHSGDGGEHSHS PLEASE I DIED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS

Anyways im gonna use this as a chance to work on and practice my writing skills because i wanna write a fic at some point.

[This references my old other drabble a few times so sorry if its confusing if u haven't read that]

"..you didn't, please tell me you didn't."

Error was nearly doubled over in his laughter in response to Ace's reaction. He hadn't expected them to react that strongly to his sudden and totally not alarming statement.

"Pft, naw don't worry stitches. I haven't done anything, those are old allegations" he huffed unnecessarily before finally turning on the true crime documentary they had chose that started the conversation in the first place.

".... if I didn't already know everything about you I'd say that doesn't make it any better, hun," they said exasperated " that and it'd be pretty hypocritical at this point."

"Awww me offin' a few guys isn't enough to be a deal breaker? The 'Destroyer of worlds' not scary enough for ya?"

They snorted "nope, not happening. Our deal's been dealt and done for years, you're not getting rid of me that easy."

Error groans dramatically and flops backwards even more onto the giant beanbag somehow, one arm covering his face while the other falls behind Ace's shoulders.

"My tough guy persona, ruined! What will they say about me now? Destroyer turned stay at home h-husband?"

Ace loses it at that, documentary forgotten, as they fully turn to face him and lightly pat him while wheezing. He lifts his arm to frown at them, but the slight crinkle near his sockets and upturn of the corner of his mouth shows he's not actually upset.

"And you laugh at my predicament! How dare! You're the one who did this to me!" He continues his silly monolog. He scoops them towards him with his other arm as they collapse into more laughter, hand curling to resting his distal phalanges on their choker.

"You fucking goof! You did it to yourself! You're the one who wanted it so much you asked twice!!"

"Hey that second time was just as much you as-sking for it as I was!"

Both let out their own barks of laughter, settling into eachother to get comfortable. Ace lifted a hand to lightly grab Error's necklace, fidgeting with one of the dangling stones.

"..yea, and I would do it again.." they said softly looking him in the face, before switching to a deadpan expression ".. though preferably under different conditions next time."

"W-hey! That wasn't my fault! Those s-star bastards are the one's who kicked us-s out of our home!"

Their expression broke and they patted him reassuringly "I know I know, just .. make sure it doesn't happen again please? That place sucked and I never wanna see it again"

"U-ugh, agreed. No nex-xt time, if there ever is one, I'm gonna be exxtra careful about where we decide to hole up."

"Alright I'm gonna keep you to that, now, back to those murder allegations?"

In the next room over Cross and Skull are preparing dinner and snacks for group movie night while listening to commotion coming from the living room.

"...are they talking about, what I think they're talking about?"

"They're...second wedding? .. yea. It's..kinda a funny story.."

"...oh"

Skull snorted as Cross went purple but didn't say anything, picking up the salad bowl and stirring slowly as more muffled conversation flows through the door.

"They're flirting sucks, do they really enjoy listening to him brag?"

"Like...your any better...."

Cross' flush comes back even brighter as he faces Skull with indignance. He goes to respond but is swiftly cut off.

"No need to... try and show how tough a guard you are.... They're not into that.."

Cross deflates "They're, not? But then why-"

"They like soft 'soft goofy guys'.." horror says softly, not turning to look at Cross as his own cheekbones gain some light coloring "trust me.. I used to be in the same postion..when I first dated em.."

Ah that's right, Cross may be the current newest addition to the relationship, but before him that was Skull. He understands not being sure if he really fits in the relationship when the other two have already been together [not to mention married] for a while already.

"Don't worry about.. them liking you. You wouldn't be here if... if they didn't.." skull continues " not a lot of people...can convince Error to do anything...even Ace sometimes can't. But ..he ..wouldn't do anything to actually upset them... even he knows how much..they care about you..."

Well then, now Cross is blushing for reasons other than embarrassment. He can't exactly argue with that logic. He and the semi-retired destroyer may not get along, but he does realize he wouldn't be here at all if Error didn't think he was needed.

He doesn't know where this universe they've all started living in is and he doesn't really particularly care, but he has a sudden newfound appreciation to be included in the living space he so often feared he encroached on.

He just nods briskly in response. They spend the rest of dinner preparation silent, just comfortably sharing the space together, falling into the familiar motions.

Cross still has some doubts bouncing around his skull [heh] as they finish up, but they wash away once they enter the other room. The face Ace gifts his presence with says more than anything and he allows one onto his face in return as he settles into the couch next to Skull, passing them their bowl over the arm of the couch.

Yea, he has his place here.

[sincerely-bats]

Poptarts? Poptarts!

Pairing: Eddie x Caleb (s/i)

Genre: Fluff/comedy (i dunno its all funny hahas)

Part: 1 out of ???

Word Count: 4043

Summary: Eddie and Caleb got married while on a road trip and told literally no one. Steve finds out.

Authors Note: If there are spelling errors just ignore them, I wrote this in a rush a bit ago.

Eddie had been incredibly happy since it had happened- after all, the man had thought he would never actually get into a relationship- let alone get married! Yet here he was, married to Caleb after three years of dating and then two more years of being engaged. Sure, it had taken them a while, but they had finally figured it was time. Sure, they were kind of young- what with Eddie being only 25 and Caleb being 24, but they knew they wouldn’t want anyone else for the rest of their lives. That was for sure.

Their wedding hadn’t been anything large or fancy, just them and some minister guy in a courthouse when they had went on a small (small here meaning month long) road trip to “get out and see somewhere OTHER than Hawkins Indiana.” God… that had been a fun journey- him getting lost constantly because of Caleb’s inability to read a map properly. Honestly they were planning to go specific places but didn’t make it to most of them, instead finding other places to visit which… honestly was way more fun. Admittedly, the pair had argued a bunch during the trip all over little things along the way, but it mainly was the getting lost- the sheer amount of times they had gotten lost was a nightmare- it had caused them to ignore each other for a few hours each time after they would pull over. Eddie would take a moment to have a smoke and cool off outside of the van, reading the map to try and see where they had gone wrong, only to eventually ease up when Caleb would wrap his arms around his waist and lean into him, mumbling apologies for messing their course up. These moments always led to Eddie putting his smoke out and turning to face him, holding him tight and mumbling that it’s okay. They always came through in the end and really the trip had made them realize that they were ready to actually get married, that they could weather any storm or any argument because by god they had just about had every argument under the sun in that month, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Now, having been INCREDIBLY deep in thought, hopelessly thinking about the trip, Eddie had hardly registered that he had already completed his daily morning routine, or at least the stuff that only involved himself. Now it was just time to wake Caleb up- and, of course, he couldn’t do that without coffee. Heading down the stairs of their small two story apartment that was, admittedly, VERY compact (not that they minded, it was very cozy), the brunette headed right for the kitchen, searching through their very extensive collection of coffee that they both had agreed was totally necessary and totally not a waste of a WHOLE CUPBOARD, until he found the one he knew by heart that Caleb liked best which… admittedly was the only kind they bought in the first place because it was his favourite too. He set the coffee machine up and then sat there for a moment, playing with the rings on his fingers before deciding that, no, their apartment was FAR too quiet. Taking that mental cue and running with it, he calmly wandered to the living room which was barely ten steps away, the house was incredibly tiny after all, and searched through the vinyl collection they had until he found one he knew his husband was particularly fond of lately and he had grown attached to by association. The choice of the morning was Sunshine Superman by Donovan- a classic from the 1960’s, if he remembered his other half gushing excitedly while going through vinyls in the local record store correctly (which he did, obviously). Rigging the machine so it played “Season of the Witch” first. Much better.

With the sound of music in the air, Eddie returned to his earlier task, humming along quietly and making the coffee to perfection- black with a tablespoon of sugar- just the way Caleb loved it. He didn’t bother making one for himself, knowing full well he was going to be stepping out to quickly purchase a few things from the local corner store. When he finished up making the coffee he glanced over at the clock on the wall by the front door, 10:35 am. Feeding time. Practically the moment he thought it, two small balls of fluff came darting into the room, the one with black fur starting to mewl and chirp at him while weaving through his legs as he attempted to walk over to the cabinet where they kept the bag of cat food. The other cat with incredibly fluffy orange and white fur was already sitting by the food dishes and glancing between Eddie and the bowls repeatedly while lightly tapping his paw on the blue-rimmed lip of one of them. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling his eyes. “Calm down, Jinx, Apollo, food is coming.”

Doing as the boys demanded, Eddie filled both of their food dishes up, giving both of them a pet before muttering a gentle, “dig in.” To let them know it was okay and then checking their water and finally moving to bring Caleb his coffee, chuckling at the sight of the man sprawled out his stomach atop their plush double bed, the white comforter haphazardly covering his bare flesh which was tinted golden from the sun’s rays through the window. It was a beautiful sight. The way the other’s black and blue hair was strewn messily over his face and on the pillow which he was nuzzled up to but not on. He almost didn’t want to wake him… but he knew damn well that he had work that day and deadlines were a bitch so awaken the sleeping prince he must.

Eddie placed the rounded soup bowl of a green mug onto the nightstand, gently climbing onto the bed, his left hand slowly moving to brush the hair out of his face before changing position to rub his shoulder and back as he began to place sweet little kisses all over his face. “Wakey wakey, sunshine.” He crooned gently into his ear, smirking at the way Caleb’s nose scrunched up in protest and the way the shorter man grunted in reply, trying to weasel away and ignore his lover- however, Eddie was an expert at waking him by now. “Now, now… mr Munson… I made you coffee.” He offered in a soft and drawn out voice, noting the shift in demeanour immediately.

What once was displeasure and attempt to ignore, was now interest and biting back a crooked grin. Caleb let out the softest hum, cracking an eye open but only just. “I like when you call me that.” He purred, leaning into the calloused hand that cupped his cheek and grinning wider when he felt Eddie bring him into a pleasant kiss. It was bliss. He knew that. Pure and utter happiness, and when it broke, he bit his lip, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow, free arm brushing his hair back as he stared up into big brown eyes that he had grown to so desperately love. “Mmm minty.” He hummed, referring to the taste of his husbands kiss. “You going somewhere?”

“I need to pick up more sugar so you, my sweet little gremlin, can continue to caffeinate yourself for the rest of the week.” Eddie teased, noting how the other had begun softly toying with his curly brown hair, twining some of it around his index. All he could do was hum in reply, a little transfixed on watching the other’s fingers move in that repetitive gesture. “I’ve already fed the boys, so all you need to focus on is getting that cute butt of yours ready for work and then when I get back, I can drive you in.” He mused, noting the way Caleb almost immediately stopped twirling his hair and flopped back onto the bed in exasperation.

“That’s a juxtaposition.”

“English, sweetheart.”

“Those words contrast. If I’m a gremlin, how am I sweet?”

Snorting in response, Eddie grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed, shifting to straddle the other and lightly bat at him with the object. “Smart ass privileges are revoked. You’re both cuz I say you are.” He mused, nearly yelping in surprise when the man beneath him managed to grasp the pillow and hit him back with it.

Caleb tossed the pillow aside, smirking at the other. “You’re only revoking them cuz I’m r-“ before he could finish his sentence, Eddie had his lips pressed against his drawing a soft huff of surprise out of the man before a short string of giggles left him and he was gently trying to pull away as his husband began to coat his jaw and neck in feverish little kisses and god, okay, that mixed with the sound of their laughter and the music dancing up the stairwell and into their room made this moment one of the many “best” ones they had had yet. “You need to get to the store, goofball!” He reminded, somehow managing to wiggle his way out of the tight grasp he had been captured in. “Now go before I decide to skip work and hold you hostage in bed all day!”

Eddie snickered, but listened and climbed out of the bed, though before he left the room, he did pause to casually observe his other’s form- breathtaking as always, decorated with tattoos on the arms and a tattoo that matched the one he had on his abdomen (a souvenir they had both gotten while passing through LA.) “God, I love you.” He uttered breathlessly, though that moment of momentary distraction was cut short by a pillow smacking him in the chest.

“I love you too, but you need to get going!” Caleb snickered. “I know I’m pretty, but scrape your jaw off the floor and head out, hotshot.” Now, that nickname… oh it stirred something in Eddie, a sense of pure playful disbelief and challenge. 

“Hey, I lost that game of poker because you wouldn’t blow on my dice for good luck, remember that.” He retorted, already heading down the stairs, the chain dangling from his belt loop to the wallet in his back pocket jingling with each step. He could hear his lover laugh, though the noise was muted now from the distance and all he could do was smile, knowing that at least for now he had gotten the last word. There was no doubt in his mind that Caleb would bring this conversation back up later. He counted on it actually. Eddie gave both of the cats scratches behind their ears before snatching his leather jacket off of the coat hooks nearby the door, pulling it on as he shouldered through the door, attempting to close it quietly after himself but, like usual, the damn thing didn’t WANT to close and he scowled, bracing a foot on the wall as he tugged a little harder on the handle, huffing in annoyance when it finally closed with a loud bang. “Fucks sake-“ He hissed. They really needed to fix that.

Rubbing his face in annoyance at that little hiccup, Eddie began his walk to the store. It was uneventful as walks went, though he knew people were staring at him, at least now it wasn’t because of how he looked. It was fair to say though that the reason they stared now was far worse. Sure they had managed to clear his name of murder, people still obviously believed that he had killed them… it was ridiculous, but he supposed he understood it. He was different, an easy target, easy to blame, he looked scary and played a fantasy game that “promotes murder”. Shaking that thought process away, he took in a deep breath, patting his jacket pockets for his pack of camels, groaning when he couldn’t find them, guess he had to pick more of those up too. If he was out of cigarettes that probably meant Caleb was probably out too- or close to it, so, two packs of smokes. Camels and menthols.

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The trip hadn’t taken too much time, a matter of fifteen or so minutes and then he was back at home, home to the sight of Caleb rushing about in the kitchen, Apollo and his high energy chasing after him in whichever direction he went, cute. “You looking for anything in particular?” He asked, already moving to look over the kitchen table which was… admittedly, absolutely stacked high with paperwork from Caleb’s job and papers full of Eddie’s D&D notes for a new campaign he was working on.

“Fuckin’ all of the shit they wanted me to write up for them- I can’t fucking find it Eds-“ Caleb huffed out, nearly plowing into him as he rushed by once again, though one quick step out of the way on his part, saved them both a nasty tumble to the ground. “Have you seen that stupid yellow folder?? The one I’ve been “bitching over” for the last week and a half?” He called out from the living room where Eddie could just barely see him looking through the stack of papers on the coffee table through the doorway if he leaned just slightly to the left.

Sorting through the papers on the kitchen table, Eddie hummed in reply, fingers fumbling slightly on occasion. Things were always this hectic- you’d think the pair would have come up with a better method for storing their paperwork at this point but no, they were far too busy for that for one reason or another. Pausing after a bit of digging, Eddie let out a triumphant “Ahah!” And held up the manilla folder- thankfully in good condition. Playfully, the man bowed, grinning slightly. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause. I’m accepting rewards, but hold the applause please folks.” He exclaimed playfully, laughing when he saw his partner practically shoot up through the hair that had fallen into his face.

Caleb was at his side in seconds, grasping for the folder which Eddie immediately held behind his back, smirking wildly and shaking his head, tutting softly and using one of his hands to gently tap his lips to insist on what he wanted before he handed it over, and hell yeah the other delivered. Tugging him into a deep kiss by the collar of his Metallica shirt. Caleb hummed happily, grasp on the shirt changing to a hand gently coaxing his lover back up against the nearest wall before he pulled back and looked up haughtily. “May I have my folder please, lover mine?” He asked in his sweetest tone, batting his lashes up at the other, blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he waited for the answer. He reached up, hand moving from his chest to instead cup his cheek gently, thumb rubbing lightly at the slightly tanned skin.

He swore that kiss made him melt, his knees buckling from the feeling. He had only been expecting a quick peck- that would have been enough, but that was far better. At the question he pretended to think, snickering when he saw blue eyes narrow at him ever so slightly. “I suppose I can give it to you, after all, I don’t want you losing that job of yours.” He mused, drawing has arm from behind himself  and handing the desired object over before ruffling Caleb’s hair… it was so much longer than when they had first met and no longer the odd mohawk with long chunks in front of his ears, but now a more subdued shag cut with the underside dyed blue with actual hair dye instead of blue raspberry flavoured juice powder. Eddie’s hair remained unchanged both in colour and style, but to be fair he was still quite happy with it, it was uniquely his still and he liked it- so did Caleb but that was besides the point. “Here you are, anything else we should look for before we need to head out?”

Shaking his head, the darker haired man fixed his hair, clutching the folder in his hand as if it would disappear from view into the cat dimension if he so much as stopped white knuckling it. “Not really, This is what’s most important for work at the moment.” He seemed to pause for a moment, soon drawing back and glancing around anyway just in case he WAS forgetting something, but it appeared that he wasn’t- not besides his jacket anyway. “Thank you for finding it- you know I’d lose my head if it-“

“-wasn’t screwed on right?” Eddie offered, smiling softly as he watched Caleb nod. “It’s no trouble, you know that… and, look. I’ll try and organize all of our papers while you’re at work today, okay? I’ll get Steve to help or something.” 

“You’d really ask Steve to help you?”

“Couldn’t be that awful of an idea.”

“Mmm you haven’t seen him try and organize things then.”

Furrowing his brow as he grabbed Caleb’s long black peacoat off the hook for him, Eddie tilted his head ever so slightly, draping it over his lovers shoulders. “And what’s that mean?” He inquired, more amused than anything, after all, how bad could the guy be at it, right?

—

Bad. Oh my god, he was bad.

Rubbing his face in irritation for about the thirtieth time that evening, Eddie stared in disbelief as Steve tried for about the third time to understand the organization system they had agreed upon at the start- two hours ago. He should have asked Dustin- or Mike- Or maybe Nancy- YEAH the older Wheeler sibling would have been the best option. Anything but this. Honestly, HE was bad at organizing, but this was next level. He had always assumed that Harrington was good at organizing things, after all, his place was always pretty well kept! He should have listened to Caleb.

“Steve- man- come on… You can’t be for real right now.”

“It’s a confusing system-“

“You literally are just organizing his stuff into those folders by date. The date is written on every page. Then from there It just needs to be further sorted into topic which I can handle.” Eddie reminded, tone dull as he continued absently organizing his D&D notes so that they were all in order, the general storyline and plot points getting their own folder, information on NPCS got its own folder, the same with general world building information and then just an empty folder for what would eventually be information on the rest of the party members characters.

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms after dropping a few of the papers onto the table. “Some of them don’t have dates though.” He gestured to the ones he had dropped, brows raising in almost challenge.

For a moment Eddie wished he was not here in this moment, hell work would be better. Absently, and just to bring himself peace of mind before he answered, he was fishing the simple golden wedding band he wore on a chain around his neck out and rubbing his thumb over it’s smooth surface a few times, pressing the warmed metal to his lips as he took a deep breath and thought happy thoughts about Caleb to calm his mind.

“Uh- what the heck is that?” He heard Steve ask.

That was right. He and Caleb hadn’t told any of their friends about their impromptu wedding. A sly smile immediately found its way to his lips, and Eddie focused on Steve again. “This? This ring right here?” He waited for a nod before continuing. “Only the symbol of my eternal love for one Caleb Alexander Munson.” He offered with a simple flourished gesture of his free hand.

Steve immediately looked surprised, the news sinking in pretty quickly, and the other man looked exasperated before Eddie knew it. “Really? REALLY? Could the gods not hate me more?” He inquired to no one in particular, speaking again before the other man had a chance to say any pithy remarks about how “yes, yes they could”, his tone turning almost more distressed than the man had ever heard it. “When did you two get married?! He focused his gaze on the man in front of him, hands slamming down on the wooden table.

Since Caleb had gone off to work, Eddie snorted and grinned bigger than he had. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” He mused absently, noting the confusion and then further exasperation of Steve Harrington. Oh, he was having fun with this. “For real, though, it was while we were away on our road trip on uh... Halloween.” He laughed at the thought. It had admittedly been quite a cliche if he thought about it. However, no matter how sudden the event had been, nothing could beat the fact that it had landed itself on their favourite autumn-based holiday.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he groaned lowly. “First the engagement, and now freaking marriage?? How does Eddie Munson pull that off, but I’m still absolutely dateless?! What’s next? What else do I not know?!” He demanded, staring ahead intensely. His expression was almost what Eddie wanted to describe as entirely unhinged or done with the world, and the thought of that brought a chuckle from the man, the sound immediately earning him another death glare, and by the gods, he just couldn’t resist…

“Well, Cal and I adopted-“

“You did fucking NOT adopt kids already-!”

“God, no. Not our cup of coffee, Harrington,” Eddie snickered. The interruption usually would have slightly peeved him off, but this one was too funny to be angry with. “We adopted two cats last week, Jinx and Apollo.  They’re from the local shelter- they looked incredibly sad- absolutely devastated even, which- obviously made Cal sad, so next thing you know, I’m getting the third degree of puppy eyes and then we’re bringing two cats home because the cats were bonded siblings and by Mjolnir, he insisted they not be taken apart, and you know I can’t say no when he’s giving me a sad look so yeah.” He rambled absently, noting the disbelief and relief on Steve’s face at the reassurance that no, they hadn’t beaten him to becoming a dad. “Oh, and by the way, you have been elected to be their uncle, aaand you’re already set to take care of them on weekends, buddy. Their time for food is at 10:35 am and then no later than 6:30 pm if we don’t get back til then, okay? Thankssss.” He swore the look on his friend’s face was priceless. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for it. These were the moments.

Taking a deep breath in and just trying to focus on organising to seem calm, Steve grimaced, swallowing thickly at the thought that they had already just decided this would be how things would go. Damn it all. It wasn’t like he hated cats, no, far from it. He liked them well enough, but he was slightly allergic, maybe not severely, but just enough to get incredibly itchy when they scratched him or hives if they rubbed against him too much in one spot. “I mean, I guess? Sure I don’t really mind, I guess?” He offered, more as a question than anything else, but that wasn’t important. What was important was all of this damn paperwork; WOW. So, SO much paperwork to go through!!

Eddie laughed at that. Wow, who knew Steve would just agree to his whole bullshit idea? He hadn’t thought the other would ACTUALLY go along with it, yet there he sat, totally proven wrong, so why not push it to see how far he could take things? “You’ll be fine if I pay you in pop-tarts, right Harrington?” He offered playfully, and boy howdy, the lack of a response beyond a quiet groan of displeasure sure sounded like a yes to him. He would need to stock up on pop-tarts now because, yes, Eddie Munson was one HUNDRED percent going to follow through with this.

[m-ayo-o]

caught

18+ masturbation // sex // 21+ Megumi wc 700 selfshiptember; 28

You realise that, after he left for a mission a few days ago, you’re missing Megumi a little more than you anticipated. You miss his comforting touch, the way he looks at you, what he does to you, the thought of him making that familiar heat rise in your stomach. You try to ignore it.

You admit now, as your hand is trailing down your stomach, that you’re not just missing his love, but also his desire.

You miss his lips, his tongue, his teeth that leave marks on your neck and chest, his hands, his body. Your fingers start to circle your sensitive clit– oh god, you miss his fingers. He’s so attentive and tuned in to your body that he can touch you better.

Your fingers slide down, spreading your lips and pushing inside– why are they so short??

He can do it so much better it almost pains you to sit here and touch yourself, wishing it were him.

Regardless, you keep going, sliding your fingers in and out, tapping at your clit with your free hand.

But it’s just not good enough. 

You moan with frustration as the tension builds in your core, feeling a need so strong and consuming you swear it’s going to drive you mad.

You’re whimpering and pumping faster now, getting off on just imagining him being here– his longer fingers replacing yours, his delicate touches, his lips sucking bruises over your skin.

You’re so wrapped up in the moment that you don’t hear your bedroom door open.

“Oh,” you hear a familiar voice, your movements coming to a stuttering stop when your eyes meet his, “hey.”

You stammer and catch your breath for a moment, temporarily coming down from the highs of pleasure you were just experiencing with his image seared behind your eyes.

You start moving your fingers away, pulling back now you’ve been caught, until you hear him speak again.

“What are you doing?”

You look up at him, wide eyed and blinking.

“Don’t stop,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, stripping off his stained work uniform.

He watches you hesitantly continue, stepping up to the bed in his boxers.

“That’s it, keep going,” he encourages you, “like you were before… yeah, a little harder, like that.”

He can’t help his lips twitching up, seeing you so needy.

“Now, you’re going to sit pretty and finger yourself while I take a shower,” he explains, giving your thigh a teasing squeeze. “But you’re not allowed to cum– not until I’m back here, with you, ok?”

You nod and obey him, bringing yourself so close, giving your little bud the lightest touches, then pull away. And again, you’re on the edge of orgasm but you just slow down.

Slower and slower… you’re going to tip over if you’re not careful.

The pleasure has nearly taken you, but you let out a sigh and stop your movements.

You resort to lazily fingering yourself, urging him to hurry up and finish his shower– he’s already made you wait long enough.

And when he’s done he exits the en suite, drops his towel and stares– watching the rise and fall of your chest, then down to where your fingers are entering your tight hole– then starts palming himself until he’s fully erect, leaning over you.

“Did you cum?”

You shake your head.

“Good girl,” he pulls your fingers out and slides his tip up and down your lips, coating himself. He leaves you suspended in anticipation for a few moments longer, admiring the way your hips are jerking in desperation to take him in.

And with a little smile and a deep groan, he pushes in with so much force it takes the air from your lungs, bringing you to the first of many mind bending orgasms.

He always fucks you like this when he’s missed you– spreading you wide and devouring you, taking all he can get.

And despite just arriving home from a tiring mission, he doesn’t stop until his body drops and your head is spinning.

You’ll have plenty more time to make up for lost sex tomorrow.

selfshiptember 28!!

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TIP JAR // RULES FOR REQUESTS

₊˚⊹ One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites)

⋆Big Slugger (Yandere Scout)

Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon

⋆Nocturnal Intrusion (Dark Junkrat)

noncon, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in

⋆A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer) ♡₊˚

Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...

⋆Call Me Little Faulein (Yandere Medic)

Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment

⋆Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst

⋆Big Slugger Pt. II (Yandere Scout)

dubcon, alcohol,  yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation

⋆Cruelest (Classic Heavy) ♡₊˚

Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

⋆Nuthin' Personal (Dark Engie, Dark Sniper and Heavy) ♡₊˚

noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, AFAB reader, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending

⋆S'nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)

hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

⋆John 1:9 (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

⋆Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)

yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior

⋆Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)

afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

⋆Fingertips (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)

⋆Keep your Friends Close (Soft-yandere Heavy and Medic) ♡₊˚

AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

⋆French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst

⋆Birthday Cake (Yandere Engineer) ♡₊˚

MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

⋆Poacher's Pride (Yandere Sniper)

Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy

⋆Night Light (Yandere Medic)

yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

⋆Heaven Waits (Yandere Medic) ♡₊˚

Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

⋆Puppy Eyes (Yandere Scout) ♡₊˚

dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

⋆Hunting Party (Dark Demo and Dark Soldier)

Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

⋆The Bunny under the Bridge (Yandere Scout)

Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)

⋆Unspoken Alliances *TEASER* (Yandere Spy)

⋆Back stabbers (Classic Heavy)

yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay

⋆The Chateau (Dark Vampire Engie and SpY) ♡₊˚

dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader

₊˚⊹ Headcanons

Yandere Medic Caretaker Headcanons

Yandere Scout NSFW Alphabet

⋆The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni x Altruistic survivor

Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor x Altruistic survivor

⋆Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet

Heavy Yandere Alphabet

⋆Medic Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Mercs Love Languages

Yandere Mercs most to least likely to babytrap their s/o

Medic, Spy and Sniper with a captive developing Stockholm Syndrome

The Clown, Shape, Mastermind and Artist with Somnophilia

Yandere Engineer and Medic with a captive who managed to escape

Yandere Scout CNC headcanons

Scout, Demo, Engineer and Soldier getting NSFW call spammed by their s/o

Vampire Heavy, Demo, Medic, Engineer vampire AU headcanons

Scout, Sniper, Spy Vampire AU Headcanons

Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Heavy being lead on by Reader

Yandere monster mash demo, scout and spy meeting their s/o

yandere mercs with an oblivious love interest

Yandere Medic, Spy and Sniper with a masochist s/o who likes danger

₊˚⊹ Miscellaneous/Drabbles

GREAT WALL OF HUSBANDOS TEIR LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

GREAT WALL OF WAIFUS TIER LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

DBH Characters Ranked Best to Worst Huggers

Engie Thirst Post

A Wrench to Grind Mini Drabble

On Writing Medic and Engie

On the "let's make a deal/dark gamble" trope

Yandere Spy Drabble

cnc horny ramble

TF2 Monster Mash AU

Tucking you into bed

Fluffy Sniper Drabble

My Little Sparkle Jump rope queen

Live Blogging Emesis Blue

Ranking the mercs hottest to least

Traveling Priest Engie Drabble (A character which I BLATANTLY stole from my writer's envy and heart's beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered)

Emesis Blue drabble

Administrator Drabble (CURSED)

Birthday Cake Drabble (the fic)

Happy Father's Day Everyone

Fandom PSA

TF2 if they were on survivor

TF2 Star Sign Headcanons

still genuinely curious about this one

emesis blue speculation w/@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered !!!!!!!!

(poll) which of the mercs mothers is most likely to have kept their baby clothes

i need to protect him......

Why some characters are tagged Dark vs Yandere

(poll) if you were a blu captive who from the red team do you wish is gonna torture and hold you as prisoner

Mercs least to most fun to go shoplifting with

(poll) Who is most turned on listening to you whimpering

mercs i wanna smash watching the sunday morning cartoons

CaraTour Assignment

jumpscare

who is the hottest when they're mad (poll)

merc's body appreciation post

Spy thirst

Engie thirst

Classic Heavy Drabble

hits the mercs with a big scary gun that turns them british

TF2 Character food pref.s post

top kinks and a case for the underated kink of "marriage play/playing wedding night"

yandere red spy hiving complicated feelings for the blue scout reader

[shywritersblog]

MC to Solomon: Yeah so, sometimes when I’m walking past Asmo’s room, I can hear him just laughing maniacally… And then he just walks out of his room with a smile on his face like nothing even happened…

[higuchisora]

The idea of characters from other stories winding up in SVSSS has been stuck in my head for a while but I'm not gonna write abt it lmao so here's what's been rattling around in the ole noggin:

Toph:

Toph would be a genuine menace

Specifically on poor Liu Qingge, who hasn't the slightest clue how he wound up with yet another student

Earthbending should not be possible here. Earthbending is NOT possible here.

Toph invents earthbending here.

In fact, she only gets stronger. Because the cultivation aspects of the world means she's got even more qi and knows more about how to use it beyond earthbending.

She can now use qi itself to "see" (sensing others' qi, using it to sense movement, etc.) Not just earthbending

Lqg wants nothing to do with any more disciples. Especially not ones as annoying as yang yixuan

He gets a gremlin even more annoying than yang yixuan

He lies awake at night, regretting saving her life that one time on a hunt and kickstarting her path of being a Problem

Specifically, he saves her life one night while she's out trying to remaster earthbending, inspiring her to become a cultivator

She runs away from her noble family and their arranged marriage and stifling life that they've planned out for her and heads straight to Cang Qiong's Bai Zhan peak the first chance she gets

Refuses to take no for an answer, thus growing to become lqg's #1 menace

He both blesses and curses the day she was born

Lqg would sooner die than admit she's basically his other baby sister/daughter figure

Will outright refuse to fly on her sword When asked how she'll get around, the earth goddamn MOVES UNDER HER FEET and she causes several earthquake/mole monster sightings with these shenanigans

Is banned from this move

Begins to tunnel underground instead

She could arguably fly on her sword just fine, sensing the qi around her to navigate and shit, but it's harder and definitely uncomfortable and brings back bad memories of that one time in the volcano with Aang and Sokka

Luo Binghe wants her dead

She probably never gets strong enough to 1v1 him and win but she's definitely strong enough to become a genuine challenge

Especially when she reinvents metalbending

Rides for her shizun ong

Would probably fight lbh for lqg's honor after the SQQ corpse situation (he did not ask her to do this)

Aang:

The angel of Qing Jing peak fr

Or that monastery but we don't hear enough about them tbh

Has legitimately no idea how he got here, maybe too scared to question it actually

Like, did he really fuck up and end up getting ripped out of the avatar cycle orrrr????

Decides some things are better left unknown

The only struggle he really has is not being bald anymore

Honestly???? Might still shave his head and just stick to a wig

Would inevitably get caught or ALMOST caught and eventually gets used to growing it out (would probably become the inventor of extensions or wig glue though lmao)

Would make the spoiled qing jing disciples better just by being around them tbh

Star student probably, would be a menace in a cute way

One of the few men allowed on Xian Shu (for visits/messages)

Would probably befriend demons ngl

Loves flying on his sword

Prefers his staff though, and eventually figures out how to make/get someone to make one for him

No one knows how he does the air scooter. They are scared.

No one asks about the tattoos either.

Or how he's controlling all these fucking elements.

He doesn't have an avatar state anymore, but that doesn't seem to stop him from being wildly more dangerous than anyone expected

Possibly unlocks permanent cultivation-blocking? Like sealing off your core

Demons don't take note

Until he learns how to do the same for demonic cores

Exorcist Aang

Possibly becomes a rogue/wandering cultivator

Wandering rogue exorcist Aang????

He's either a god descended upon the earth or a heavenly demon in disguise, according to critics

He thinks it's all silly

Until he meditates too hard and communes with a god or something who tells him they may or may not have bargained to snatch his corner of the avatars soul for a reason

Uh oh

Sokka:

Does not know how he managed to get spiritual energy or cultivate

Actively chooses not to think too much about it

The head disciple of An Ding 😭

Absolutely salty about it

Shang Qinghua is endlessly grateful though

Does not know what to make of the long hair thing; probably tries to keep his hair in a half-pony still, as an ode to the water tribe

I've seen some fics where Qiong Ding is headcannoned as the bureaucratic peak; in this case, he might be able to sweet talk his way in if fate and Yue Qingyuan is kind enough

Either way he's grateful he gets to do sword stuff again

Especially now that he can FLY on them?!

He hasn't completely forgotten his skills, so he's got a whole different style no one's seen before and it's Weirdly Good Actually

He finally works his cultivation up enough to get his personal sword

Then he finally gets to summon his and he cries

It's space sword

No one knows what the fuck to make of this weird ass sword but he doesn't care, it's his and he loves it

Known as the best ever manager of An Ding peak

Katara:

Would have one (1) argument with her brother and march up to Xian Shu

Frequent visitor of Qing Jing and Qian Cao

Mu Qingfang mourns every day that she didn't choose the medicine peak

Katara maintains that she's too ready to beat some ass to ever be a full doctor and vow to do no harm

Never quite learns to be comfy with a sword but can still handle her own

During the demon invasion on Cang Qiong (assuming she's there at the time), she bloodbends Hualing right off the mountain

The demons do NOT stick around

The cultivators are too scared to ask her what the fuck that was but they're nicer to her than before

The xian shu peak gains a fearsome reputation of possibly teaching blood magic

No One gets how she does the waterbending stuff. Outsiders assume it's some Xian Shu ancient secret technique. Or she's related to Mobei Jun. Real members know Kataras just Like This.

Keeps the hair loopies. No matter what people say.

Wears a blue necklace similar to her mother's heirloom; a gift from her shizun probably

Genuinely enjoys the sisterhood on Xian Shu. It reminds her of the better days of her home, before the southern raiders came back

Zuko:

Could've chosen from several peaks, but chooses Bai Zhan

Something about the bamboo on Qing Jing reminds him of his uncle though, so he likes to visit. But not for too long. It hurts.

Isn't really bothered by the long hair thing; while cutting hair isn't forbidden in the fire nation, long hair is common practice, especially for nobles

Keeps the standard topknot until Toph calls it ugly

And then he remembers toph cannot see his topknot

Starts doing ponytails anyway

Also a star student of Bai Zhan, especially after he busts out the firebending forms

Yet another nuisance for poor lqg

He and Toph are the only two that can keep up with each other

Known as the Twin Stars of Bai Zhan

Aka the Twin Headaches of Liu Qingge

Has a small red birthmark near his eye, on the side that used to be burned

The fact that there isn't a massive burn is mildly uncomfortable to him at first. Doesn't feel like himself

Again, No One knows how all these kids with weird qi abilities are coming from

They're beginning to suspect they're all part demon

Neither he nor Toph ever defeat the demon heritage allegations

Especially not with the way they fight. And allegedly have a Past that no one else knows about

Would also fight Binghe for his Shizuns honor

Weirdly chill for Bai Zhan actually

Has probably made leaps and bounds from his avatar hunting days already

Most expect him to have gone to a quieter peak, it's baffling

Until he beats the shit outta somebody

And then goes back to being gentle and chill and forgiving

He wonders if uncle Iroh is watching over him here too

He can only hope his uncle is still proud of him, wherever he might be

Lqg isn't his uncle, but he's still a kind presence that Zuko looks up to a little, even if the guy is a little too punchy

Thus takes it upon himself to ride or die for him

One of the few dual wielders around

His curved blades are also a source of curiosity for the others

But he's good with them so no one complains

In a bingliushen situation, Zuko, Toph, and YYX are feral protective gremlins that somehow make things better AND worse for the development of the bingliushen courtship process lmao

I'll probably make more at some point but that's all for now. If someone wants to make a fic of these PLEASE let me know, link me I'm desperate

[chrollohearttags]

sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation • r. braun

helping reiner sleep after a bout of insomnia

content and themes: plus size black reader, domestic sweetness, pure fluff, reiner being a big baby 🥹, pet names used (poundcake, pumpkin, sugar) selfship coded bc duh, wc is like less than 1K

“rei, pumpkin. Why don’t you come to bed already? It’s late and you need rest.”

you’d find yourself shouting from the master bedroom of the spacious, yet cozy cabin-style home. Your voice echoed throughout the long hallway leading towards the kitchen and living room. Yet it seemed that it was all falling on deaf ears. Much like it had many nights when you’d hear his heavy footsteps traipsing the halls…

“In a minute, pound cake. I’m just doing something..”

and it was met with the same answer each time: an excuse as to why he wasn’t lying beside you at this hour..it wasn’t for some mysterious reason; some trumped up lie to evade you but rather to avoid facing the truth. That your dear Reiner..was an insomniac! The big teddy bear of a man you knew and loved had been suffering with lack of sleep for quite some time now. You were afraid he’d overwork himself but all he’d do is give you that big, goofy grin, a kiss to the forehead and say: “ahh, don’t worry yer’ pretty lil’ head about me, sugar. I’m just fine.” Which you knew was the furthest thing from! That man couldn’t lie to save his life. However, you were tired of watching him exhaust himself with no chance of rest so you began researching to find solutions for him. Making batches of teas, buying him gummies and melatonin, even giving him massages in hopes to soothe his aching muscles but alas, nothing worked! The insane part was that when you two first met, he was a literal sleepaholic..complete opposite end of the spectrum. Sometimes, your dates would consist of you two coming to each other’s dorms just to nap and cuddle. Now the poor thing couldn’t get more than three hours a night. Finally, you’d hear getting closer and soon, you were greeted with the haggard yet handsome face of your sweetheart. Shirtless in only pajama bottoms. In his hand was another cup of tea but the second you spotted him, you were saddened because you just wanted him to get some sort of relief. “C’mere, pumpkin.” Extending your open arms for him to come jump between them and that’s exactly what he did. Jaded and exhausted as ever, the only time he found was in your arms and no matter what, he could feel somewhat at ease with you holding him close. “ ‘M sorry, sugar. I hate ta’ worry you. I just can’t sleep for anything. I’m trying..” confessing with his face smothered into the crook of your neck. You’d gently caress the top of his back and kiss his forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. It’ll be okay.”

if anything, you felt sorry for him. For a moment, you’d sit there holding him as the TV hummed quietly in the background. His arms cradled around your stomach and cheek resting on your chest. The warmth of your body was so soothing…the scent of vanilla and cocoa butter from your after shower moisturizers wafting through his nostrils. There wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here. Suddenly, a rather familiar song began playing in the movie and subconscious, you’d begin singing along. Absentmindedly, as you had done so many times before…when you were riding along with him in the passenger seat of his truck. When you were in the shower and even at church on Sundays, where he first heard that angelic voice. The very same one that had made him feel at ease on his worst days. Tonight was no exception! So as he sat in your embrace, letting you hum the soft melody aloud, he’d smile and close his eyes, just resting his head idly. You’d bring your hand up to gently rake them through his blonde locks. It wasn’t longe before you found yourself looking down at him and to your surprise…

“Rei? Pumpkin?”

he was fast asleep! Lightly snoring and bearing his weight on you like a blanket. Snickering to yourself, you’d reach across his sleeping body for the other end of the comforter and draped it across both of you. Bidding him one more kiss, you’d snuggle in and get comfortable alongside him.

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.”

[espresso-ships]

Manicures🖤

Drabble

STOP because I just started imagining my f/o's and s/i's painting each others nails and omg 😭

Varganardi

Laura just finished fixing their nails whilst they watched a movie with Nacho at night. He looked at her new painted black fingernails and smiled.

"Looks good, sweetie"

"Thank you!" she then got a devilish smile "I can fix yours too?"

He chuckled "Yea right... Not happening."

"I'm serious! I wanna paint your nails!"

Nacho just kinda stare at Laura in disbelief.

"No."

"Pleaseeee!"

"Laura-"

"Black, purple or red?"

"...Black."

He gives up so fast LMAO

He lets Laura fix his nails, and enjoys watching her focus on applying it on his nails neatly, without anything spilling.

"Look! We're matching now!"

Their proud smile made him smile, too.

The plan was to remove it later, but he enjoyed seeing Laura happy over something as "silly" as a manicure. Besides, he liked the idea of them matching.

So he kept the nail polish, and whenever someone questions it or laughs about it he just stares them down until they shut up 😭

🦋💕🦋💕🦋💕

Ahtnenobi

Ágata and Clementia LOVE the idea of getting matching manicures.

They get it done at a salon somewhere, and spend hours finding some cute and silly designs to get together.

After getting it done, Clemmie is a cheesy mf and takes multiple pictures of it lol

They'd also fix each other's nails at home when watching a movie or just when listening to music and chilling on bed.

They both like colors and would find cute combinations to paint their nails on <3

🦋💕🦋💕🦋💕

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Imagine awakening to find a heaviness on you and as you move you discover that there is a set of arms on either side of you and the same with legs tangled in yours. Through the fogginess of sleep, your memories dwindle back in for you to remember that you had a nightmare earlier in the night and decided to climb into Dean and Castiel’s bed because they’ve done the same with you on cases.

They didn’t complain, only shifted and adjusted to you being in the middle. You in a T-shirt and sleep shorts while they’re both wearing boxer briefs.

You took a slow deep breath as what you realize is Castiel’s arm tightens on you and a kiss pressed into your hair.

“Sleep, Y/N,” the Angel whispers.

A smile drew your lips up as you slowly turned towards him, adjusting Dean’s arm to remain around you and return your other leg under his. The octopus cuddler, you’ve deemed him (not that he would ever admit he liked the idea). You nuzzle into the Angel’s bare chest wrapping an arm around his torso enjoying his celestial warmth and inhaled his natural scent, the air during a lightning storm which you enjoy watching them, so long as it’s safe.

The lull of his heartbeat soothing and relaxing you in his arm.

Dean suddenly grunts and shifts closer throwing his arm around Cas and you. You grin into his chest trying not to laugh at Dean’s sleepy actions.

The Angel rubs his cheek into your hair. “Sleep, little one,” he gently spoke.

Who wouldn’t want to cuddle with an Angel to the Lord to watch over you or be protected by one of the best Hunters ever?

[etfrin]

best thing about the murder boyfriends is that they can kill you but instead they try their best to actively keep you alive because it's just not killing that makes their heartbeat anymore, it's you, and the late night walks and the coffee dates (NOT STARBUCKS) every morning.

Imagine someone who takes lives for fun (or various other reasons) trying their best to make sure you live until forever because they can't imagine you dead. They can't imagine you cold and not breathing, they can't, they won't.

I think that's beautiful. And that's why I need Ethan, bye!

[nenchainzz]

First of all - congratulations on your milestone!!! I hope you don’t mind me participating 🥺 I would like sfw or nsfw (which ever you feel more inspired to do - I’m good with either!!!) with Barou from BLLK with the trope “AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES” 😂💕

Shouei Barou x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: roommates to lovers, aged-up character, m!masturbation, reader catches barou jerking off, dom!barou, petnames (babe), vaginal fingering, he's low-key possessive, and orgasm

Much to Barou’s surprise, you’re very clean and organized. Most roommates he’s lived with have been messy or didn’t do their chores but not you. He’s only had to deal with his own messes, never yours. It’s something he wasn’t used to. Not to mention how pretty you are. Something he immediately silently swooned over when he first met you. When you met with him to sign the lease, he was somewhat taken aback by your looks. So, to sum up, you’re pretty and responsible; to say he had a crush on you was an understatement. He knows that having a crush on your roommate is never a good idea cause things get messy. However, his feelings can be hard to hide sometimes.

As you shut the door after a long day at work, you can’t help but notice that the whole apartment is dark. The kitchen, where the front door is located, is pitch dark; you can hardly see where you’re going. So you figure it must mean that Barou is out, and quite honestly, you’re too tired to really care. You walk to the hallway where your room and Barou’s are located. Your room is at the end of the hallway, where you must pass Barou’s. 

As you pass Barou’s room, you hear him inside. His door is somewhat ajar, and you listen to him…moaning. You see him sitting on his bed with his cock in his hand, stroking it quickly. His head is thrown back, and him grunting and moaning with his precum sliding down his hard cock. You feel your heart flutter and your pussy clench from watching him. However, you then realize what you’re doing and think you should leave not to upset him. As you’re about to go quietly, you hear your name fall from his lips.

You involuntarily yelp from hearing your name, and there is no coming back from that. He stops and looks straight at you through the crack in the door. You grow hot and embarrassed and run off into your room. As you panic in your room, trying to figure out what to do, you hear a knock at your door. You feel nervous about speaking to him, but you must talk about what happened. When you open the door, you see Barou looking at you, his serious signature look.

“So, you saw me?” he asks. You nod shyly. He sighs deeply. “I apologize for that. I never met for you to…” he trails off. You squeeze your thighs together.

“I-I’m sorry for…” you’re trying to find the words. “You know, accidentally seeing everything.”

“Well, I should’ve closed my door,” he says.

“Uh, I heard you say my name,” you admit. He looks somewhat nervous, something you’ve never seen on him until now.

“Shit,” he says. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “I mean, I…”

“You what?” he asks. You contemplate whether or not you should tell him.

“I think about you too when I...you know,” you admit. Your face is the hottest it’s ever been. His interest seems piqued at your confession.

“Do you now?” he asks.

“Uh, yes,” you affirm.

“Let me show you how good I am then,” he says. He steps closer to you but waits for you to respond before he’ll move forward.

“God, please do,” you beg.

The next moment, you’re lying on your bed with Barou hovering above you. He kisses you with his hand traveling down to your still-clothed pussy and rubs over it. You moan into his mouth as his fingers tease you. Barou wastes no more time, strips you out of your outfit, and admires your naked form.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking sexy,” he compliments. He leans down and begins to kiss and suck your neck while his fingers again train themselves to your pussy. His thick digits enter your pussy and begin to slowly pump themselves in and out. “Focus on my fingers, babe. You don’t need to use your own ever again.” You moan as his fingers continuously reach deeper into you with every pump. His palm is bumping against your clit.

“Ah! Fuck!” you curse.

“I told you it’d feel good,” he says.

“Mm! Yes!” you affirm. He begins pumping them faster so his palm will hit your clit more, and his fingers reach you deeper. “Keep going!” He does as you request and keeps his pace with his teeth grazing your neck.

You feel your abdomen tighten as Barou’s fingers don’t stop. Your orgasm is building.

“Shit, your pussy’s getting tight around me, babe,” he says. You just moan out for him in response. Your thighs begin to shake as you gush around his fingers, coating his digits with your creamy cum. Barou smirks as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy and brings them to his lips. He licks his fingers clean, looking directly at you.

“F-Fuck,” you curse, watching him.

“If you need my help again,” he begins. “You know where to find me.”

“Huh?” you utter.

“It’s late; we should get to bed,” he says and gets up from your bed. You reach out and grab his arm.

“Wait,” you say.

“Make sure you don’t fuck yourself,” he says. “Your orgasms belong to me now.” He leans down towards you and kisses you sweetly. “Good night, babe; sleep well.” He gives you a small genuine smile as he leaves. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he politely says and closes your door.

Your mind swims from what just happened, but you know, one thing is for sure. Your relationship with your roommate has undoubtedly changed.

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[softlilpeachxx]

thinking about nerd!armin being into the whole naughty school girl thing an putting a girl in her place😵‍💫😵‍💫 its always the quiet ones fr