#the lighting is just me going ham on it sorry (not really though) :^)

[skullsandcorals]

Happy Birthday, my beloved @kill-cry-die !!!! 😚💙💞💙💞💙💞

Giving you the warmest and most love-filled hug rn <333

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“What was the last line?”

(Percy Jackson, The Battle of the Labyrinth)

[momotonescreaming]

STWG Daily Prompt: Date Night

“Does Thursday work?” Jeff asks, voice tinny and sort of muffled. Eddie can hear the sound of flipping pages, the creak of the plastic from the phone's speaker. 

“Shit, sorry dude.” Eddie says, looking at the loose pages of lined paper he's scribbled his schedule on. It works for him, and it's better than nothing. “That's date night.” 

A pause. For a moment, all Eddie can hear is the sound of Jeff breathing through the speaker. 

“Date night, huh?” Jeff eventually asks, and Eddie can hear the smarmy grin he's wearing. It's leaking into his voice, the absolute delight in it all. Just the right side of teasing, the bastard. He'd hate it, would snap and snarl and throw it all back if he wasn't also fucking delighted. 

He could say that now. He had a boyfriend, who holds his hands and kisses him and schedules date nights. He gets this. He gets to talk about it with his best friend. Can mention he has a date and doesn't have to hide the fact that it's with his boyfriend. He gets to share in the gentle ribbing for once. It's not just him on the outside looking in — as they tease Gareth for getting a date with a girl from his English class, or Jeff hitting his anniversary with his girlfriend. 

Eddie's been domesticated and he doesn't mind in the slightest. 

“Yes, it's date night,” Eddie retorts, trying to send as much faux malice down the phone as he can. He's smiling though, as he sits at the kitchen table, phone cord absently tangled through his fingers. “And Steve's been working hard planning it, so I will not be rescheduling.” 

“I didn't ask you to,” Jeff laughs, tone light. 

“Well good.” Eddie teases, wishing they were having this conversation in person so he could stick his tongue out. Really ham it up. 

Another pause, and Eddie uses the silence to flip through his papers, looking through all the events and dates and times he's scribbled out. Fuck, he really needs a calendar. 

“So?” Jeff prompts, drawing the word out. “Tell me about date night.” 

“You sound like your mother,” Eddie laughs, holding the phone in between his ear and his shoulder, pinning it there so he can free up his hands. So he can sort through his papers and fidget with the phone cord at the same time “Begging for gossip.” 

“You love my mother,” Jeff retorts — snappish — but it's obvious he's smiling. Laughing through it. “And you say that like you aren't gagging to talk about it. Come on.” 

“Okay fine,” Eddie relents. Sighing as he sinks into his chair, slouching, his socked feet skating across the floor. “You caught me.” 

“Not hard,” Jeff laughs. 

“Steve’s been talking a lot about wooing me lately,” Eddie starts, ignoring Jeff’s teasing. He finds himself smiling as he talks, creeping across his face uncontrollably. Fuck, the things Steve does to him. “As if he hasn’t wooed me already. So he’s planned this like, romantic dinner at home. Instead of going out to Enzo’s he wants to like, bring Enzo’s to us? Said he was going to treat me right. Have the fancy dinner I deserve, where we can play footsie under the table and hold hands without, y’know, worrying.”

By the end of his sentence Eddie’s feeling like he’s melting into his chair, insides melting into something soft and gooey. Pulling his hair across his face to hide his blush. Jeff can’t even see him, but he can’t help it. He wants to giggle and kick his feet. Jump and scream and flail around. It’s all building up inside him, this honey sweet affection. He doesn’t quite know what to do with it all. 

“He going to light candles? Have soft music playing in the background?” Jeff asks, teasing melting away into something softer. 

“Literally yes,” Eddie exclaims, dropping his hair and trying not to wiggle too much in his seat. “He’s so sweet, I’m going to throw up.”

“He’s good for you, man.” Jeff says simply, and it means a lot. That other people can see it — can know — just how happy Steve makes him. 

[Part Two]

[aluciahaz]

may i just say that your character writing is AMAZING! i honestly don’t check up on your blog a lot but when i do i’m left SHAKING because your shit is soooo hot.

Anyways i humbly come requesting mommy kink with vox because you know i’m all about that. he’s so desperate for validation and scared of rejection i feel like he’d be weeping at a domme mommy type reader. Anyways, do what you want with this!

once again i love your work! sincerely, bimbo <3

oh my god it's one of my favorite writers on tumblr🦅 thank you so much for the compliment it means a lot 😭 also i loved writing this ive desperately needed more vox asks! hope you enjoy! (kinda went ham on metaphors 💀 mb)

greed never stops

—vox x f!reader

—includes: overstim, tons of crying, begging, light bondage

vox was a walking, living(?) juxtaposition.

he’ll go barking orders to his subordinates, control most situations with smooth, quick thinking, and command his business with an iron fist.

but with you, the other side of his screen is on full display. his vulnerable, attention-desperate, failure-fearful self. you’ve seen it enough times to notice how it seeps into his daily life. how his control is really just a mechanism to take hold of his vulnerability, hiding it behind a mess of steel wires to make anyone who would try and reach it get tangled in its grasp.

but the moments he lets you untangle his facade, allowing you to see his true self, he feels free. even if most of the time it was during more intimate moments in the night. it was where he could truly indulge in his unfamiliar desires, crying and begging for the validation he was always seeking.

and you were the one he needed it from.

your praise was one of the highest in the hierarchy of compliments, making him feel like he was burning up, frying his brain in a way that made him feel like he’s short-circuited, but the feeling of fuzziness was intoxicating. he could never give up the taste of your compliments.

“come on, aren’t you a good boy? you can hold out for a little longer.”

those words were like rich liquor, and vox was an eager drinker. it swirled his thoughts into a never-ending spiral, and he could only cry in response as you touched his face with a gentleness that rivals an angel’s.

“b-but, mommy—!” he sobs as your fingers drive into him for what seems the thousandth time, his voice module starting to struggle as he tries to speak.

“oh?” you raise your eyebrow, feigning shock before narrowing your eyes, pressing him further down the sheets in disdain. is he still being ungrateful?

“but what, huh? don’t tell me you need more already! you’re such a greedy fucking slut,” you spit out, watching his eyes shoot open from the whiplash of your cruel words. “maybe i should stop—,”

“NO! nono, please! no! i’m sorry—!” he keens as your fingers slowly start to slip out of him, the sound so indecent it makes him shiver.

he pushes his hips up into your hand, trying to follow them only for your other hand to shove his hips back down on the sheets, your fingers twisting nearly all the way out before ramming back in, curling in wickedly that seems to shut him up briefly as he catches a breath that ran away.

vox weeps, unable to do anything else as his claws rip into the mattress, his legs shake and tremble as though they weren’t practically crushing you before. he seems so fragile at this moment, yet you knew he could take much more.

he just didn’t deserve it.

he whines and screams at your touch, tears starting to fall down his pretty little face as the small amount of dignity he had seems to get lost, overrun by your torturous fingers and unyielding pleasure that shoots through his body like a current.

“mommy—ha—please jus—zz—t fuck me, oh, god!” his head drops back down onto the pillows as your fingers wrap around his weeping cock, making his back arch as he sobs out noncoherent pleads. it’s beautifully pathetic.

his legs, weak and feeble, were strewn across the bed with previous markings trailing up his inner thigh, his neck even more decorated with a necklace of red, the glimmer of sweat that covers his whole body making those bites shine similar to crude rubies.

his hands, now tied with his own wires behind the bed (he charges there before he goes to sleep) were sullied with crimson from the tightness of the metal around his wrist, but not as bright crimson as his eyes, which flashed with bright red hearts intermittently. it was always a pleasant surprise, and a sign that he fucking loved this. no matter how much he complained at the start, his eyes spoke the truth.

which is why now, as you replace your fingers with his favorite strap, you know he’s absolutely overjoyed as those beating hearts seem to overtake his pupils once more, pulsating with a hypnotizing spiral.

“finally—! oh—zzz—FUCK!” his last word is practically inaudible with the airiness in his voice, his tone starting to distort, yet, your pace was slow. shallow, even. tears of frustration started to form at the ends of his eyes, his whines more pitiful as he tries to fuck himself back on your strap, only to be stopped by your sturdy grip on his hips.

“what do you say, vox?“ you asked, irritation slipping into your voice. how could he still be so ungrateful? but, he catches on fast, looking up at you with round, glossy eyes.

“thank you! thank—thank you, mommy!” he stumbles out before you switch up your pace instantly, brutally ramming into him just how he likes it. it makes him unable to fathom he could have been known to be anything but yours, surrendering his well-built persona to you. all of it, for your praise.

“such a good boy.”

those words were priceless, but he always ends up trying to buy them with obedience. and even though he’s successfully checked out with such praise, they still have the same effect on him every time.

he shudders and wails with ruined pitch, his screen flickering in and out of error messages and his lovely expression as he gets his reward. there was just something so satisfying about earning your praise.

sure, he can buy pretty much anything, and yes, he can get people to kneel at his feet, but he can’t cry without shame, or indulge in his true desires of being completely wrecked with soft words and fast hips with anyone. no, it could only be you. and even if he practically has everything under his hands, he will always be greedy for your affection, begging, screaming for a chance to have it set his whole body ablaze with its foreign warm feeling.

it makes him lost. no matter how much intelligence vox has, he always finds himself unable to search his way out of the feeling of pure lust overtaking his senses when you fuck him with abandon, his need to keep face seemingly never being there in the first place as tears make him short-circuit, and pleads for you to never stop. he doesn’t want to leave this labyrinth of carnality. he wants to stay lost in it forever.

it’s why even after he cums with a high-pitch sob so loud you thought his volume module broke, he kept weeping incoherently as the lights flicker in the room, his legs practically numb. and finally, he looks up at you, sniffling and choking on his words he’ll pretend to regret the next morning.

“m-more. please, mommy—! AH!” his whole body jolts as you heed his wishes, leaving him to fall back into the pleasure that he craves. he babbles on and on with thank yous and nonsensical sentences, the night seeming to become never-ending even with daybreak inching closer and closer.

vox is unable to speak at the end, and god does everything fucking hurt. his arms ache and his legs are definitely going to be an issue when he has to walk. there are marks all over his skin that will never see the light of day, yet be around for plenty of nights.

but you both know he’ll come back for more. his greed is an unquenchable thirst, and your praise is the only fountain that seems to satiate it, even if only for a little while.

(i totally didnt forget to tag)

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @drlucichen @luciferspetduck

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could I get Drayton, Kieran, Carmine, and Lacey reacting to a reader that raises mostly female Pokemon, gives a lot of them human-sounding names, and affectionately calls their team The Girls? Like, "Yeah, me and the girls are gonna chill out in my dorm later, if you'd wanna come over!" Or maybe, "I just got back from a picnic with the girls, and I swear Claire was gonna bite Maggie's arm earlier! Turns out she was just hungry though, and so I gave her some of my breakfast sandwich to chill her out. Yeah, ham, egg, and cheese with butter and pepper, maybe some hot sauce if you're into it - that recipe really does the trick!" After a confused look and some funny questions, it comes to light that Claire is a devious little Gliscor that was mere seconds from using Fire Fang, and Maggie is a shiny Meowscarada that's prone to getting the zoomies after a nice bath. "That's just how I name my Pokemon? Did you think I was talking about people earlier??? Oohhh now I get why you were looking at me weird! Yeah, you wanna meet them? I think they'd like you." And the girls, all six of them in the party (more names and species can be inserted) turn out to like the other person - even with their eccentric personalities at play. After all, "A friend of (y/n) is a friend of mine."

Hghshf I see this and all I think of is Reader leading a team of fem pokemon shouting "let's go lesbians lets go!!!"

Also along with Claire and Maggie, I'll include these 'mons (some inspired by my main team):

Evelyn: Comfey, spends less time in her pokeball and more time hanging around Reader's neck

Trish: Ceruledge, cleaves through tera dens but is picky about which spots on her armor get cleaned

Clover: Shiny Scrafty, likes finding trouble and defends her gal pals with her life

Queen: Bisharp who girlbossed her way into becoming a Kingambit. She likes wearing flowers in her hair.

..........

Drayton

You were turning into quite the social Beautifly at BB Academy, making a lot of friends in the League Club--including the Drayster himself.

Apparently you have your own little "circle" now, too, only ever referring to them as "The Girls" in conversation.

One day you ask Drayton if they could visit the clubroom, which confuses him a little considering you didn't need to ask for his permission.

But he doesn't think about it too deeply.

"Sure. I don't mind meeting them." He smiles.

"Sweet! You're gonna love Claire and Maggie. They're the best."

"Oh will I?" He raises an eyebrow, now fully intrigued. "Well..I'm looking forward to it."

When you show up to the clubroom the next morning he looked very confused as he didn't see your girl friends accompanying you, asking if they suddenly bailed.

It takes you a few seconds for you to finally understand...

"Wait--oh my gosh, you thought...oh no, no. They're my Pokémon. Lemme show you." You toss out two pokeballs, and Drayton is surprised to see that you have a Shiny Meowscarada and a Gliscor.

As he quickly finds out, while you do have a competitive team, your casual team consists of all female Pokémon who you call "The Girls", having raised then since they were little.

And you decided to give them all human-sounding names.

"This is Maggie and Claire. I'm SO sorry, Drayster...you must've been super confused.."

He just laughs it ff. "It's all good. It's actually pretty cool that you gave 'em human names."

"How could I not?" You chuckle as you hug Maggie, your grass ace purring was she wraps her arms around you. "Meowscarada's kinda a mouthful, and she responded to "Maggie" so I settled for that."

"Cool, maybe I can start calling Archuladon "Archie" or something...that's kinda a mouthful, too." He jokes.

Although The Girls were initially wary of him flirting with you and trying to snag your attention (then again, they're wary around boys in general), they eventually grow to like him.

After all, any friend of yours was a friend of theirs.

Kieran

Since you two shared a class he was falling behind in, you offered to help him study for an upcoming test.

"Oh! Are you sure it's no problem, [y/n]? I can always borrow your notes and give them back-"

"No, no it's fine! I've actually been meaning to introduce you to The Girls but couldn't since you were on break. They're just chilling in my dorm right now if you wanna meet them!"

Immediately, his brain shortcircuits.

"The Girls? Ah..wowzers....y-you sure they don't mind a boy coming over?" He fidgets with his hair, blushing at the thought of these friends of yours giggling and teasing him.

Surely they've heard all about him...but then again, his name was still pretty well-known at the Academy and his reputation was ever fluctuating.

He's understandably nervous about meeting new people (considering how strongly Nemona approached him back in Kitakami, demanding a battle).

But you reassured him they were cool, recalling a funny story to help him feel less anxious as you both walked to your dorm.

"So we're just having a picnic in the coastal biome, right? And I swear to Arceus, Claire was this close to biting Maggie's arm off. I didn't know what got into her...but, as you might've guessed, she was just hungry and impatient. Such an overdramatic baby. But anyways I split my breakfast sandwich with her. It was an easy recipe: just ham, egg, cheese, some butter, pepper, and hot sauce--which she actually really loved, and.......what's that look for?"

Kieran just has this SUPER confused expression the whole time you're talking, wondering why you're describing your friends as if they were Pokémon..

But after opening the door to your room, he discovers that's because they are your Pokémon. Your casual team, in fact.

He sees Maggie laying across your bed, playing with a yarn ball, Evelyn healing a scrape on Clover's arm, and Claire showing off her Fire Fangs to Trish and Queen.

"I'm back, ladies! We have a guest! So play nice, okay?" You clap your hands, spinning around and seeing the look on your friend's face. "What? You thought I was talking about humans this whole time?"

"...yeah...you got me. And here I was, all nervous for nothin''." Kieran does his signature "slump of defeat", feeling super embarrassed.

Doesn't help that the Girls are snickering and giggling at him, too.

"Hush, Girls. He's shy." You lightly scold them, before reassuring him that you've definitely confused more people than just him.

After that clarification, he absolutely wants to introduce his Gliscor to Claire, thinking the two would get along great (considering his own companion liked to be fussy during picnic breaks, too, maybe he'll use that sandwich recipe you mentioned...).

You wind up doing less studying and more of showing him videos of Maggie getting the "zoomies" after her bath, Trish sparring with Queen, and other things The Girls have been up to lately.

Least to say, he was glued to your rotomphone for a while.

It baffles you how this guy--former BB League Champion Kieran--still didn't have his own.

Carmine

While visiting her and Kieran during their break, she hears you talking about a group called "The Girls" that you've brought along.

And she's confused bc she swears her brother only bought one ticket for you...

So she assumes these "girls" are some filthy rich students back at BB/Uva/Naranja Academy, getting a little jealous as you talk about them and the shenanigans you've been up to before coming to Kitakami.

"Already replacing me, huh?" She teases lightly, although Kieran tries telling her to lighten up a little.

She gets defensive quickly.

Tbh she'd rather do the mochi-mochi dance again than ever admit she's jealous of your new "friends".

You, on the other hand, are clueless and wonder why she's acting so aloof...but then again, the siblings did tell you about the mayhem Pecharunt caused literally the day before you flew in.

Maybe that was it.

When you invite Carmine to a picnic, she's bolting over to your location, ready to square up and see what these "friends" of yours are like...

Yet all she sees are your Shiny Meowscarada, Gliscor, Shiny Scrafty, Comfey, female Kingambit, and Ceruledge playing around or mediating in the grass, and no humans other than you two.

"Where are they?"

"Where's...who?"

"Maggie, Claire, Trish..all these "buddies" of yours." She blinks as the three Pokémon in question turned their heads to her. "....don't tell me I'm looking right at them."

You nod and that's all it takes for her to start fuming, realizing she was jealous over Pokémon (but at the same time, she's relieved they're not humans).

"Why didn't you just say they were Pokémon????!!!" Her hands shake. "Do you have any idea what-?!"

"Woah there." You put your own hands up in defense. "You thought I was talking about people this whole time?"

"Yeah!! I mean--you gave them people names so I just assumed!"

".....ohh, I'm sorry, Carmine." Finally understanding, you awkwardly laugh a little. "Now I know why everyone gives me weird looks when I talk about them.."

"You think????"

The Girls have stopped their current activities, entertained by the squabble between you and her.

But after all of that's cleared up, Carmine gets to know your casual team a little more personally.

And they grow to like her, too, after initially disliking how she yelled at you--even though you told them all that's how she usually is.

Lacey

When you tell her about your casual team, she's under the impression that you have little sisters because of their human names and the fact you only call them "The Girls".

Even more surprising is when you mention having six of them, and she wonders how tf you have so much time to take care of them AND time for BB League activities.

If she gets the feeling you're overworking yourself and you ask if you could organize stuff in the club room, she'll be like "nope 🙅‍♀️ nuh-uh, we'll take care of it, go home and take care of your family they are the most important thing!!!!!"

You're confused as hell, but take the day off anyways.

One day, she asks if she could see them some time, and you're like "????? okay!" and arrange a hangout in the Terarium.

When Lacey arrives, she's perplexed when she only sees Pokémon with you...but can immediately tell they're all girls.

And only then does it click.

"Oh! "The Girls" is what you call this Pokémon team?"

"Yeah! I told you, didn't I?"

"...I thought you were referring to your sisters."

You blink, before chuckling at her confusion, realizing why she might've thought that. "Oh, well..in a way they are my sisters."

When she spots Evelyn hanging around your neck, she just coos at how adorable the Comfey is.

And somehow, Queen (a Pokémon notorious for being a fearsome leader) managed to look cute with all the flowers in her hair--which also impresses her.

As long as she doesn't use any steel attacks on Granbull, Lacey is cool with her.

Now that she fully understands, she loves that "girl power" vibe you have with your casual team, especially since they're pretty strong in battle, too.

[vmpiires]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

„𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑?”

CW;; general content. afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. teen!geto, teen!gojo, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.88K

dark mode recommended

do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; since christmas is on monday,, why not make a themed story with the non-sorcerer hater?? in his teens ofc. hope ya enjoyyyyy reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D

another note: trying a new layout 😵‍💫 i’ll see if i like it or not.

“satoru, no..” geto rolled his eyes. it was christmas time. a chilly saturday afternoon and suguru was going to cook a christmas dinner.

a ham (which he told himself that he’d buy on his own), yams, macaroni and cheese, dressing. whatever popped into his head to cook…another thing for him to groan at when he was struggling to follow the directions. and gojo attempting to bring his nonsense into his home wasn’t gonna solve anything.

“why nottt? you’re bringing that girl over, why can’t i come?” gojo asked. geto wasn’t really listening, he was in the middle of feeding his snake, suguru, which he named after himself because he couldn’t think of anything better and eventually, he thought the name fit.

“geto?”

“ah, sorry. like i said, no. you’ll make a mess and you’ll have kay all pissed off because you keep pulling on her tail. then you whine when she scratches you.” geto finally replied. kay was geto’s fluffy white cat with blue eyes. she loved being around geto and anyone else who he willingly brought around…but with gojo it was a love-hate relationship.

“she jumped on me first..” gojo trailed off. geto sighed, still holding the phone up to his ear. he knew that if he kept denying gojo of stopping by, he’d probably just pop up without his permission anyway.

“hurry up and get here.” geto said a bit sternly despite the small smile on his face. “and would you bring me some saké? i ran out last night.”

“on my way!” gojo beamed before hanging up. geto adjusted his sweater and shook his head as he placed his phone down on the counter. the slim male would put his hair up into his usual ponytail and begin to take everything out of the cabinets that he needed to cook.

kay would meow a bit loudly over the clanging of pots and pans, assuming that she’d get some food too.

“right…” geto sighed. “gimme a second.”

quickly, geto walked over to the cat feeder that he ordered off amazon a couple weeks ago and pressed the button to dispense some food and immediately, kay ran past him to eat her food.

the male felt like he was already about to go crazy because of all the things he had been doing at once. turning on the speaker, geto would turn on a song that he remembered that you recommended to him. he loved hearing your recommendations, even though he never listened half the time and he’d play it off like he forgot.

‘no one knows’ by brent faiyaz began playing from his tv and geto was already enjoying himself while he had been waiting on you and his second guest. he’d light a cigarette as he vibed to the song playing from his tv, sliding around the hardwood floor in his socks.

“one stick of butter…three tablespoons of flour…” geto mumbled the ingredients you wrote down to make macaroni, his index finger underlining each word as he read.

as geto began to cook, mixing ingredients together and tossing the partially finished product into the oven, the doorbell rang. he was kinda hoping it was gojo since he was getting thirsty. his choice was incorrect though. upon his snow covered doorstep, he saw you all bundled up in your cute puffy winter coat, grey scarf with a matching hat.

“hi,” you smiled at him as you stepped into the house, gently stomping the snow off your boots on the carpet. geto hugged you and gently kissed your head.

“hey, you been okay?” geto asked as he’d walk back into the kitchen. you take off your coat and everything you’ve been wearing to keep your warm and put it up on one of the clothing hangers in his closet.

“yeah, i’m fine besides nearly sliding off the road from the ice,” you chuckled. kay rubbed her head against your leg, greeting you before walking off. “you?”

“i just woke up not too long ago. i wanted to hurry up and cook before i forgot and i starve to death.” geto answered. you follow geto into the kitchen, and the place already smelled nice. this was normal behavior for geto though. he always kept things clean and smelling good. he’d freak out if someone (gojo) stepped on his carpet with his shoes on.

“you wouldn’t starve to death. you know i’ll come bring you something to eat…my family cooks still.” you say. geto nodded, barely listening to you as he quickly grabbed out some cups, expecting some saké when gojo made it there.

speaking of gojo, the front door swings open and a freezing gust of wind blows through the house. geto’s head snapped over to the front door and his pupils retracted out of pure shock and slight irritation.

“close the door, dammit.” geto shouted. gojo sprung through the door holding a brown paper bag and shut the door behind him.

“i’m here!” gojo said in a sing song tone.

“hey, jack frost.” you chuckled at gojo’s goofy entrance into your boyfriend’s home. it was a bit funnier knowing that geto was already sizzling in irritation.

“about time,” geto grumbled before snatching the bag from the icy haired male and peeking down into the bag. he pulled the glass from the bag and saw that it wasn’t exactly what he asked for. he sighed.

“i said saké not soju. and what the hell is this?” geto pulled out a treat that was wrapped up and a small paper bag.

“same difference…and it’s kikufuku,” gojo smiled, “i bought one but they gave me two extra. pretty interesting coincidence, huh?”

“you’re a pain in my ass already.” geto huffed, taking a bite out of the sweet treat. he raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying it. the male held up the treat to your lips, which you would take a bite out of also. it was pretty good. you were expecting to hate it.

“go sit on the couch. don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, just relax. i’m going to the store to go get a ham.” suguru instructed to gojo but he already had a feeling that gojo just wouldn’t listen.

“yes sir.” gojo put his thumb up before he’d pour himself some soju in one of the cups that geto had set out on the kitchen island and walked to the living room.

geto turned to you, taking a small drag from his cigarette. “you wanna go with me or do you wanna stay with …” geto pointed over in gojo’s direction. you smiled and nod.

“hey, i’m still here.” gojo shouted.

“shut up and drink your soju.”

twenty minutes later, you and geto arrive at the supermarket. the place was busy and geto wanted to be home as soon as he got the ham. while geto wanted to be in and out, you were wandering around, your eyes sparkling at the christmas decorations but grimacing when you saw the amount of krampus christmas cards on the shelves.

“ew..” you mumbled at the ugly art before walking off to find something else to entertain you. after a bit of walking, you found yourself in the bakery section. it smelled amazing. a bunch of fresh cookies and cupcakes were set out on the shelves and you couldn’t help but pick up a couple boxes. surely geto wouldn’t care.

“you’re gonna eat all this?” you heard a familiar voice say. you turned around to see geto who had been holding onto the shopping cart that had a bag, which you assumed was the ham.

“well, no. i was thinking that we have a little christmas party. all the food you’re making isn’t gonna be enough for just you and me…and gojo if you even invite him over for dinner.” you suggest. geto hummed.

“no.” he said bluntly. “eat all that stuff and share with gojo…you know how much he likes sweets and all that other junk.”

you sigh, knowing full well that geto would say no. as much as he liked being festive, he wasn’t going for a full on party. not at his place at least.

“you know what…i’ll think about it.” geto said. he didn’t wanna be a grinch but he also didn’t feel like looking at your sad and mopey face for the rest of the day because he said no to a christmas party.

your eyes light up and a big smile stretches across your lips before you hug geto tightly, obviously excited. suguru sighs but he smiles a bit himself. he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy seeing you happy. why not give your idea a chance?

when you both arrived back home, geto fumbled with the keys for a moment, his hands aching from the cold. when the door was finally unlocked, the cold winds rushed through the door, pushing the smoke that was coming from the kitchen out of the way. geto wasn’t worried because he didn’t smell any burning food. it was probably his incense.

geto was shocked. so shocked he almost dropped the food. he was able to hold onto it. the house was a bit of a mess. suguru was gone out of his terrarium, gojo was nowhere in sight at the moment, and kay…well she was fine. she was sitting on the cat tree looking more annoyed than choso on a wednesday morning.

“satoru!” geto yelled as he placed the ham down onto the kitchen island and began walking around the house quickly to find gojo. “i’m gonna kill him.” you heard the black haired male mumble as he checked each room…even the storage room.

gojo emerged from the dining room with suguru hanging around his shoulders. he had been wearing his round sunglasses and that white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. the male lifted his hand and pulled the glasses down from over his eyes.

“oh. hey guys.” gojo smiled before geto took off his shoe and threw it at the other, aiming straight for the head. you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard the sound of the shoe hitting gojo’s head then bluntly hit the floor.

“satoru…” geto began, “what did i tell you when you first got here?” his teeth were clenched together and he had a smile on his face that obviously wasn’t very friendly.

“um…you said,” gojo paused, thinking of what was said. gojo knew better but he just wanted to make geto even more angry. “you said look at shit, touch shit…and don’t relax.”

“that isn’t what i said you mono-brain celled monkey.” geto hissed. he’d walk over to gojo, taking suguru off of his shoulders and returning the snake to his terrarium.

“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you clean up.” geto grumbled before pouring himself some of the soju that he swore up and down that he didn’t want to drink because he had a taste for saké instead.

“seriously?” gojo raised his eyebrows before being hit in the head with geto’s other shoe.

“get your ass in that living room and clean this hell hole up. and do it right!” geto glared at the icy haired male but his yelling and angry looks only made gojo laugh.

“okay okay, i’ll go clean. don’t drink up all the—”

“move it!”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[starlazergazer]

Spare Key

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: An AU where your left eye is your own color but the right is the color of your soulmates, set between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, Anakin runs into his soulmate on a lower shadier level of Coruscant where she works as a bartender for a bar that mostly deals with mercenaries and bounty hunters. From here the reader and Anakin have to work through the issues of Anakin not being able to form attachments and the jedi order

Warnings: Some swearing, some jealousy, lots of angst

Word count: 3K

A/N: sorry this took me so long to get out but I really hope you like it I had a lot of fun with the creative freedom and hope you like where I took the story! Sorry it’s angsty!!

 Anakin had never much bothered to study the color of his right eye. There was no point in it really, the jedi code was strict, jedi knights could not form attachments with anyone, even soulmates did not trump it, though it felt cruel for the universe to give him one anyways.

A part of him long ago had mourned the loss of what could have been, had he stayed on Tattooine could he have met her? Was she out there somewhere waiting for him? A soulmate that could never be. Did she even know?

But as he grew up, started to get more serious about being a jedi knight and exactly what that meant he accepted it, accepted that perhaps the order had a reason to establish such a rule it their code. His mind became filled with other thoughts, troubles, dreams, desires, and he forgot about the soulmate that could have been and the color of her eye.

That was why he didn’t think twice when he saw the color of the bartenders left eye as she bent down just beside him to put a round of drinks on the table.

A part of him, a small part that never grew up or moved on, noted that the color of her left matched the color of his right but that didn’t mean much. There were only so many eye colors out there and he had met more than enough with the right color but that didn’t mean they were the ones.

He had a mission to focus on anyways, a table of mercenaries spread out around him as they accepted him as one of their own, talked of the job they were planning to pull off in just a few days, Anakin’s ears finely attuned to the conversation to report back to the council later.

A small break in the conversation as drinks were passed around and the man next to him asked for another, a voice sweet as honey answered him smoothly, the tone hinting at a smile behind those words and Anakin felt his attention being pulled, his gut wrenching ever so slightly as he found he needed to see who had spoken them, needed to see the smile for himself.

He was met with quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the quick glance he stole just moments ago when she set down glasses not nearly enough to do her features justice, a soft smile playing on her lips that was effortlessly lighting up the room, drawing out a similar one on the man next to ham’s features along with quite possibly the most polite words he’d heard the man utter since sitting down. Somehow even getting a please at the end of his question.

He felt himself smirk at the sight, his eyes climbing further up her features before he froze, a very familiar left eye staring down at the mercenary as he spoke, his own eye.

A part of him insisted that it was a fluke, that blue eyes were common in Coruscant, that surely that couldn’t be his own, but at the same time he couldn’t let it go, couldn’t shake the thought as it consumed his conscious mind, his eyes only breaking from her as she slipped past to go back to the bar, his gaze hovering in the empty space where she had been for far too long.

“I’ll go grab that for you” the words were out of his mouth before he could even think them, a hand clapping the man next to him’s shoulder briefly as he stood up and made his way to the bar, at the moment not caring that he was abandoning his mission.

He walked up to the bar on Shakey legs, leaning more onto the countertop than necessary as he watched you work, pouring another drink for his table, her eyes flicking up to his as he stared for longer than what was polite.

She, however, didn’t seem to notice, her body freezing as her gaze connected with his own, her own eyes dancing happily back and forth between his, studying every detail carefully, drinking in the familiarity those eyes brought

“Oh-ah-what can I get you?” something snapped her out of the paralysis, her posture snapping upright as she tried to go back to her job, a distinct pink hue taking over her cheeks as he did so that had Anakin grinning.

“I’m Anakin” he held out his hand, not caring that that didn’t answer her question.

“Y/N” she returned with a smile, clearly showing that she didn’t care either, the handshake going on for a few seconds longer than was necessary.

Eventually Anakin regretfully withdrew his hand, elbow coming up to lean on the bar, by no means eager to leave “Can I just say you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen”

And to his delight she laughed at this, head going back slightly as her body shook with it. With that sound Anakin knew that he was screwed, you both were. Because there was no way this could possibly end well, but he was sure going to enjoy every moment with you in between

-

“Did you have a good date tonight?”

The question came from a darkened corner of your apartment, the familiar voice cutting unexpectedly through the silence making you jump slightly as you walked into the room, turning to shut and lock your door with an uncomfortable chuckle.

“You scared me” you tried to avoid the question, tried to move naturally to pull down the end of your dress, to act like this was all normal.

And to an extent it was, it wasn’t the first time Anakin had used the extra key you gave him, telling him he could come by whenever he liked, knowing he needed a place to get away from the order every once in a while. But this time was different, you knew it would be if he were here, was why you never even considered bringing the guy home with you that night, while that and a few more reasons…

“Did you have a good date tonight?” he repeated his question again and you knew you weren’t getting out of answering it. His tone wasn’t curious, it was flat, accusatory, it was a tone looking for a fight and you had a hard enough time talking yourself into going on the date in the first place, let alone defending that decision to Anakin.

“It was fine” you forced a shrug, forced your tone to be light and nonchalant, forced yourself out of the little foyer and into the room where he could actually see you from his chair, walking over to the kitchen for a glass of water, putting distance between the two of you as if that could calm the oncoming storm.

And to your surprise it seemed to work, his next words coming out much softer than before, barely more than a whisper “I haven’t seen that dress before”

You looked down at your dress as if you had forgotten what you were wearing, eyes grazing over the short, tight, black dress you had worn tonight for your date, a dress you’d worn because you knew you looked good in it, something your date obviously had noticed too. “It’s new”

You heard Anakin’s loud breath from across the room, a long sigh followed by a bitter chuckle, “you bought a new dress for him”

“Anakin why are you here?” you sighed, hands coming naturally to your hips as you looked down at the Jedi in his seated position, gearing up for the fight your could feel coming, the tension in the room thick enough you could feel it.

“I just want to know” he shrugged casually, giving you a moment’s pause to prepare for his next words, for the sucker punch he knew he was about to deliver “what’s the point?”

And just like that you could feel the anger building within you, feel every ounce of patience start to leave as you crossed your arms defensively over your chest, willing yourself to keep a level head “if you’re here just to start a fight you can leave”

“I was just curious” he had a smirk on his face as he pushed himself to his feet, as if he enjoyed taunting you like this “you know he’s not the one, will never be the one, so why bother?”

Your chest puffed as you forced calm deep breaths as he approached you, words forming and dying within your head as you formulated your response. Because there are still options you wanted to scream, for no other reason than to remind yourself of that fact. This was real life, shit happens, soulmates die, or never meet, or are jedi knights sworn to a stupid jedi code to never form attachments and people still needed options for a relationship, for intimacy, for love.

But you knew that argument would fall on deaf ears because it fell on your own the same way. Because it was too hard to believe you could still move on while he was here, to settle for second best while your soulmate stood right in front of you, the evidence written in his eyes that were identical to your own in every way.

“What would you have me do Ani?”

And you could feel the defeat slipping into your tone as you asked, the spite in you ebbing and flowing with the sadness in a way too complicated and too exhausting for you to keep up with as you mourned something that never was and never could be. How can a person mourn a relationship that does not exist?

You watched Anakin’s chest rise and fall before you as he took a few deep breaths in contemplation, the time bringing down his anger in his tone before he answered “I don’t know, I just-I thought I’d have more time”

This time it was your turn to laugh bitterly, taking a few steps back from him not needing to feel his overwhelming presence right now “Okay how about you give me a number, the number of days I’m allowed to wait before moving on and I’ll stick to that yeah?”

Another sigh escaped him as he dragged a hand down his tired face, “Look this is…this is hard for me-“

“Oh and you don’t think this is hard for me?” you asked with a scoff, hands coming back up to cross over your chest.

His eyes raked up and down your body for a brief second, the action sending shivers up your spine before he scoffed “oh yeah looks like you’re absolutely miserable”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you demanded with a raised brow, neither of you bothering to cap the volume of your voices, not caring if your neighbors could hear at this point.

“Oh poor Y/N has to go out on dates with guys who fawn over how beautiful she is” Anakin put a slight whine in his voice as he mocked you, “Least you don’t have to watch your soulmate fall in love with someone else”

“And who’s fault is that?” you countered immediately but you could feel the pressure starting to build in the base of your throat, the draw in your forehead as your eyebrows drew together.

Anakin drew his in response, his voice doping down once again as he looked at you in confusion, “you blame me for this?”

Seeing the way your lip quiver ever so slightly, the glass sheen that grew over your eyes, Anakin was reaching for you instinctively, but you batted his hands away quickly, taking another step back, curling your arms around yourself protectively “who else would I blame?” you asked hollowly “you’re a jedi, you can’t form attachments, you don’t get to have a soulmate, I don’t fit into your world”

Anakin’s response to that came quickly, “say the word and I’ll leave”

And it was spoken so softly, so earnestly that you froze on the spot, eyes bouncing back and forth between his, a perfect match of your own. “what?”

“Say the word and I will leave the Jedi order” he repeated never breaking eye contact with you, never hesitating on a single word.

“No you don’t mean that” you said softly, shaking your head ever so slightly because he couldn’t mean that. The jedi order was Anakin’s life, it is all he’s ever known, it had his mentor Obi-wan, the closest thing he had to family.

“I could get a job with you” he insisted nonetheless, taking slow steps towards you, grabbing your hands in his and giving them a soft squeeze “or fixing things, maybe a mechanic, I don’t know but I could figure it out. Just say the word and I’m yours”

And gods that was exactly what you had always wanted to hear from him. Because he was yours, he was your soulmate just as you were his, and here he was telling you that you were his priority, that he would give up everything for you, that you were more important to him than any future or destiny set out already before him.

Gods did it hurt to hear those words knowing they could never be true.

“that’s not fair” your words came out as barely more than a whisper, the first of your tears finally spilling over the surface and down your cheek, the lump in your throat growing so large it hurt.

“We could live here” he continued on, a soft smile on his face as he spoke “cook eachother dinner, watch movies on the couch, do normal couple things-“

“Stop, please Ani just stop” you had to cut him off, had to stop the image of what your life could be like from forming, stop to onslaught of what ifs from streaming past, because you were weak, and you knew if he kept going, if he kept staring down at you with that hopeful smile and puppydog eyes that you would cave.

“Just say the word” he whispered back to you, giving your hands another soft squeeze.

You pulled them out of his, pulled your body away from his, shaking your head as you put as much distance as possible between the two of you “you can’t put that on me Anakin. You don’t get to make this my decision so that you get to resent me later for making it”

His brows furrowed at that “I wouldn’t resent you, I want to leave the order, I want to chose you, just tell me that I can”

“You can’t” a bitter laugh escaped you at that, a glare sent his direction because he knew why he couldn’t, knew why things had to be the way they were and still was insistent that it was your problem, your fault “I know about the prophecy, I know you’re supposed to be ‘the chosen one’, that you bring light to the force or whatever, so you don’t get to just walk away from everything”

“And yet here I am” the anger was bighting back into his voice, the volume starting to rise again “saying that I will walk away from everything for you”

Another tear spilt over and you didn’t bother to wipe it away, refusing to break eye contact with Anakin as he dared you to say something, dared you to tell him to stay. Why did he have to make it so hard, why couldn’t he accept that this was the way things had to be. “I will not be that girl. I will not be the one to doom the entire galaxy, the entire order, especially while we are on the cusp of a war, for selfish reasons”

Anakin took a minute to respond, a deep breath filing the silence before another small hollow chuckle “and you still say this is my fault?”

And there it was, the reason he had started this fight, to release him of his own guilt. To be able to say that he wasn’t ruining your chance at having a relationship with your soulmate, rather you were ruining his.

And at this point fine. You were tired, done with the same argument, done having to rationalize everything not only to yourself but to Anakin as well. If he wanted you to be the bad guy then fine you’ll be the bad guy.

“Anakin” you sighed, a hand coming to your forehead as you pinched the bridge of your nose as you prepared yourself “just leave”

You could see him set his jaw at your words, the way his hands balled up into fists, but he said nothing more, simply made for the door.

“Leave the key”

He froze at the words you had thrown back at him last minute, the implications you were trying to sneak upon him in the last seconds, his head whipping around to look at you.

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow” he tried to grovel with you, tried to back down from the ledge you had put you both upon.

“I can’t do this anymore” you pleaded back to him, arms defensively over your chest as you tried and failed to maintain your eye contact, seeing your own eyes staring back at you hurting too much “can’t keep having the same argument, I can’t have you around all the time, so close and never close enough. I can’t do it anymore Anakin”

And he blinked back at you in surprise, hesitating for a long moment before he thrust his hand into a pocket of his robes, rooting around for a minute before extracting a small metal key, holding it stationary in the air for a second before hesitantly setting it down on your coffee table, hand hovering above it for a moment before he extracted it.

“I’ll see you around then…right?”

The hopeful tone in his voice killed you, both of you knowing that your paths didn’t cross naturally, that he was often gone for weeks at a time on missions, that he had a war to win.

“Yeah Ani, sure”

And he forced on a smile at your words, the corners of his lips just barely tilting up before he turned back around and headed for the door, your eyes breaking down to the key.

There was the sound of the door shutting, then a brief pause, and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall before you were ushered into the deafening silence of your empty apartment, eyes never breaking from the small metal key on the coffee table.

Part 2 Here

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hi!! I have a small request that can either be in drabble or hc format (it makes no different to me) for a GN!reader that is touch sensitive? Certain textures just give them the ick and leave them overwhelmed. (Think having your flooring be all stone and having to walk on it bumps and all without any breaks or changes in texture. It would get annoying and uncomfortable) So they avoid touch like its the plague when it comes to their neighbors because they sometimes just feel 'gross' in a sense, sometimes to fuzzy, others to scratchy, or sometimes just too alive (*eyes wally*)

Kept it semi-vauge, so you can go ham on your own interpretation of it, hoping to see what you will produce if you find this interesting :]

-🌼

OH REAL. REAL REAL. I’ve got touch based sensory issues myself (along with “contamination anxiety”? Akin to the ‘gross’ part you mentioned HAHA), that shit slaps (as in it slaps me, daily) /neg /lhj !!

Thank you for the request though >:] I hope what I write satisfies!!

Felt Fingers

Welcome Home x GN!Reader with a Touch Sensitive Reader!

Headcanon format, relation(s) are platonic!

When you moved into the sleepy neighbourhood, you had already geared up for your usual “new people routine”.

If they went to touch, you’d curl away— nervously chattering off that you’d prefer to not be. Some understood immediately, others took it personal— grew defensive, and then some were simply confused. You had grown used to the reactions, and you were ready!

…After all, you were meeting.. quite a few new people, quite fast, today!—

You had been taken on a tour of the town by no other than Wally Darling, who— to your unspoken relief— was not the touchy type. At least not with a very new friend. Instead, he held his hands clasped neatly behind his back.

Some of the other neighbours were, though— specifically one by the name of Julie Joyful, the first one you were pulled up to meet.

When Wally acquainted you both to one another, she rushed in for a friendly hug— only to be left confused, head tilted when you back stepped.

Ah, here we go..

You chattered off, nervously tugging at the edge of your sleeve— but she soon perked up, like a light bulb had clicked over her head.

“Ohhh..! Okay!! No worries!” She beamed at you, “I’ll keep that in mind!!- Sorry! Haha-“

Wally watched the interaction silently, also taking note of it.

Next up was Frank Frankly, who wasn’t very far off from Julie. As of current, he was crouched near what seemed to be colourful milkweed, watching a butterfly of some kind intently.

You watched as Wally slid up behind him, not really making any noise before he hummed.

“What’re you up to, Frank..?”

The reaction was immediate, some gruff, garbled spew of confusion quickly followed— before Frank huffed.

Soon, though, you were being introduced. Frank held out his hand for a handshake, and you declined with a weak smile.

He didn’t seem bothered, just nodding and lowering his hand.

Soon, you were moving onto the next person; Howdy Pillar.

As you both walked into the cooled down store, Howdy warmly greeted you from the counter— immediately taking note of you.

“Oh! Hey! Is this th’ new neighbour you were talking about, Wally?”

Upon confirmation, his attention slid to you with a warm smile. He introduced himself, and held out one of his four arms for a shake— leading to another decline.

You watched his head tilt in confusion momentarily before he gave a quick, understanding smile.

“Just not in the mood?” He asked, voice softened— he didn’t seem upset. You simply just explained the boundary, as you had been all day, and he nodded along.

“Alright! Got’cha, neighbour!”

As Wally pulled open the glass door, the little bell hung above going off, Howdy would wish you both “a swell rest of the day!”

And you were off!

For just a moment, before a large, blue dog strolled up.

He was soon introduced to you as Barnaby B. Beagle.

He didn’t reach out for a handshake, instead just sort of giving you a small wave with his large paw, paired with a cheeky grin.

“ ‘ello.” [Hello]

Wally and he seemed to catch up for a moment, before Barnaby somewhat.. patted his head. Wally simply stared, still smiling— and a non-hostile look!.. He just.. didn’t react very much.

And, soon, you were being whisked to the next neighbour; Sally Starlet.

You found her atop a rickety built stage, seemingly warming up her voice— speaking loud and proud, from the chest!

.. Before she noticed you both, of course.

Soon, almost in the blink of an eye, she was in front of both of you— smiling.

“Hello!! Hello!! Is this the new neighbour?” She absolutely beamed as she spoke, to which Wally calmly nodded.

Ecstatically, she’d take your hands in hers— giving them a shake as she began to introduce herself— before Wally cleared his throat.

“They.. don’t like to be touched.”

Ah. Agh. Agagghhhfhh.

You smiled at her, though strained, trying to discretely wipe your hands off on your pants once she had (quite quickly) let your hands go.

Very quickly, she was apologetic— seeming concerned.

“Oh— shoot!- I should’ve asked, first, my bad!!- Are you alright?”

Very quickly things had become a notch more overwhelming, but you’d be fine.. you’d be fine, just had to trudge through..

You nodded, giving her a weak smile and reassuring her you were fine.

Your hands felt tingly, and it felt like she was still squeezing them with the scratchy felt and— auuggjhdhr. hhrhrhrr.

She introduced herself far more calmly, still holding an apologetic smile.

Soon, yet again, you were off— quick to run into what seemed to be the neighbourhood’s mailman!

He gave you a warm, chipper smile as he introduced himself as Eddie Dear, but he was quick to move on.

“It’s a delight to meet you, neighbour, but I gotta get goin’!! Have a good day though, you two!!“

And with that, he was gone! A brief introduction after the one with Sally was a relief, and soon you and Wally were left in silence— walking up to one of the houses this time.

“.. How are you feeling, neighbour?”

His voice lulled through the silence, and you perked up. You answer was pretty curt, but polite! You liked the neighbours, but you were still awfully tired from moving…

“That’s good. Don’t worry, there’s.. just one.. left.”

Though his voice was flat, you could tell it was supposed to be reassurance (or, you at least took it as such) as you nodded.

And, soon, you dawned upon the Final Neighbour; Poppy Partridge!

As Wally knocked on the door, she soon pulled it open— staring down at the both of you with kind eyes.

“Ah.. hello..!! You’re— the new neighbour, I’d take it?”

Her voice held a nervous ring, though friendly! With confirmation, you introduced yourself— and she smiled.

“It’s— it’s a pleasure to meet you, dear..” She then glanced back into her home, before back to you. “I— I made a few treats, for you! If you’d- like one, of course!”

You accepted, might as well, and she soon handed you what seemed to be a few freshly baked cookies wrapped up in cloth. Your hands made brief contact, making you tense again, but her soft, feathery hands didn’t get to you— tttoo badly. You still felt that familiar drip of discomfort slide down your neck and throughout your back, but it passed.

She seemed to notice, though, and her gaze instantly flooded with concern.

“Oh, dear.. are- you okay, neighbour? Do you feel well? Are you sick-? Do—“

Before she could continue nervously rattling off what may be the matter, you nodded, and— with a smidge of hesitance— took the chance to properly state the boundary to her.

“Oh— oh! Of course,.. I’m sorry,” She held a small smile, “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart..”

And, soon, after wrapping up conversation with the sweet bird, you and Wally were headed back to your own home.

“.. So..” You could feel his intent gaze start burrowing into your face. “.. How was that, neighbour?”

GRAAAHHHHHHH I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING RAAAAH /lhj HAHA!!

I hope it’s satisfactory!!! Thank you for requesting >:] /g

Have not proof read!! Will do so laterrr!!!!!

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho sleeps at the library, Cleo's noticed. He comes in after morning classes, has a store bought ham and turkey sandwich (no cheese extra mustard on wheat bread), does his homework, and then he puts his head on his arms and sleeps slouched at his desk.

Cleo's been working here a while, funnily enough she dropped out of her first year at this school to be a librarian, she'd be graduating this year if she had stayed, and she's had the fair share of down on their luck people use the library as sanctuary from the elements or bad home lives. She doesn't bother them because they don't bother her, and it's no skin off her teeth to be accommodating. But Etho's different, Etho's a student here, he should have a dorm, right?

Where does he go at night? Hopefully somewhere warm, the winters are harsh and wet which is no place for anyone.

So they approach him, before he can doze off, and ask if he's ok, if he needs a place to stay.

"oh, no no, sorry uh, I have a dorm, it's just my roommate is uh....well. he's hot, and well, the whole school knows it. And he invites them home uh, a lot."

"that's not where I was expecting that to go. Loud huh?"

"very. Incredibly loud, actually. Can't sleep, I can barely stand to be in there at all but he leaves my stuff alone and i can't bring myself to ask the ra to move me somewhere else and subject someone else to his...antics."

They can't just offer him their spare room right off the bat, that's creepy for both parties, but she understands the plight of a roommate with no respect. So she brings a beanbag from home and a blanket and sets up a little nap spot in the break room.

The next day before Etho can even think of settling in, she brings him back and shows it off. He loves it and stays there for his midday naps on the regular.

Soon enough though, Cleo has a bad night, and she herself is in need of the nap spot. Unfortunately Etho's already there. She wakes him,

"dyou reckon we could..I dunno, share? Sorry I'm..I'm really tired."

He pauses briefly, "yeah sure, hold on"

Etho is light, spindly and boney but he's warm curled in her arms. She didn't really mean to cuddle him quite so much but it's the natural order of things. His hair is soft and he smells like the garden.

The beanbag is now their nap spot, though it is scarcely used nowadays, and Etho has a great new roomie who also gives him kisses in bed when they wake up at her home together.

-s

Etho has plenty to say about Cleo as well. For starters, her hair is so soft and he could happily spend hours working out all the tangles in it. She always smells of books. Etho didn't even know that was a distinct smell until he started coming to the library. She's also a perfect cuddle partner, cushioning him just as well (if not better) than the beanbag. She doesn't move around much in her sleep either.

He made sure to buy a new beanbag for Cleo's (theirs, really) home. It's the least he could do.

[toomuchracket]

okay, but decorating the tree with matty and Amy but eloise swooping in and attacking the tree!! she is a cat, and that is their job at Christmas tbh

AND she's only a kitten the first christmas she spends with you, so you KNOW she's manic lol - it's a real tree you guys get, because you think it livens up the concrete more than an artificial tree would, and eloise goes ham using the trunk as a scratching post lmfao. while you and amy and matty are decorating the tree (he puts her on his shoulders so she can put the star at the top and it is hands down the most adorable thing you've ever seen), amy has the genius idea of hanging some baubles from eloise's scratching post climbing frame thing "cos then she can play with them", and you and matty figure it might prevent the cat from going for the ones on the tree - it works for the most part, but eloise does have her moments of padding over to the tree and pawing at the plastic decorations on the lower branches, knocking them to the ground and just staring at matty as if to say "well, pick them up!" lmao. he does it every time, huffing at eloise and picking her up to cuddle so she can't do it again; she always does, though. when she gets a bit older and braver, eloise does actually end up climbing the tree and sitting amidst the branches lol - the first time matty properly swears in front of amy is when she's seven, and he straightens up from grabbing a bauble only to come face to face with cat eyes glowing in the evening light, and can't stop from yelling "fuck! eloise!". you yell "matthew!" in return, crouching to talk to your daughter like "ames, do not under ANY circumstances repeat the word that daddy just said. it's a really bad one, and he's in big trouble for saying it"; she's like "huh. ok", and matty's like "i am so sorry, my girls, eloise just gave me such a fright. mummy's right, munchkin, that's a horrible word i said. please don't say it. we would be so upset if you did" and then he's scolding the cat like "you're also in big trouble, madam" lmao. very sweet, very fun <3

[packet-of-staples]

I've been meaning to answer this!! Sorry it took me so long.

So when I say hilariously bad, I mean in like its objectively a bad horror movie but it is also really fun and enjoyable. It may have been the wrong phrasing really. Maybe enjoyably bad would have been better.

I really enjoyed the Fnaf movie!! It was a lot of fun and I loved how the animatronics looked. As a Fnaf fan (though only recently, I wasnt there for the big boom) I enjoyed all of the references. While the decision to make the animatronics more sympathetic and child like was unexpected I actually really enjoyed it!

Matthew Lillard was definately a highlight, even if he wasnt there a lot and I actually really enjoyed Mike's character and his relationship with Abby.

Also the animation on the cupcake was fucking hilarious, that mf was just flying around and going ham on people's limbs. Why did it look like that.

The opening music was absolutely banger and the animation was a great reference to the games. I enjoyed that a lot.

The sets where really awesome, I loved what they did with the lighting in the pizzeria and did I say the animatronics looked awesome? They looked awesome. They looked just like the game counterparts and the way they movied looked so accurate and ough, I love costumes. Spring trap looked fucking awesome too, I really enjoyed art direction in the movie.

But, it is still critically a bad movie, there were quite a few problems that I noticed. The pacing was off in a lot of places. While I liked the scene of the characters playing with the animatronics, it went for far too long and I found myself sitting there wondering when they were going to move on. There also definately should have been more Afton, not just because I like Matthew Lillard in the role but because it felt like spring trap was kind of shoehorned in at the end because they needed that final scene. If you knew nothing about Fnaf or the fact that Lillard was supposed to be Afton, you probably would have no idea he was actually the killer. I feel like there should have been more scenes of Mike and Afton interacting that included hints to who he really is.

I really hated Vanessa. She felt so unnecessary, contradictory and was just kind of annoying. She was apparently supposed to be keeping Mike in the dark but I didnt get that from her at all? Like she was constantly giving him lore, telling him to keep Abby away from the Pizzeria and was just overall helping him? She was also just far too familiar and friendly when they first met it just came off as, is annoying the right word? It definately felt weird. I understand she wanted to try and expose her father, but her actions, I dunno they didn't reflect that all that well? I was never really sure what her motivations were. The fact that she was a cop was so unnecessary too, why did she need to be a police officer? It was never used in any meaningful way. Also she just throws Mike's medication into the river!! Who does that!! She also felt shoehorned in for the sake of having an adult female lead that could be a possible love interest in another movie. Her character could have been so much better and she feels like wasted potential. Maybe I'll make a post about how I would rewrite her...

The whole Aunt trying to take Abby away also felt unnecessary. It doesnt get enough focus on it to feel like an actual threat and it really didn't need to be there. Mike could have just been a struggling guy who had to take the night shift to put dinner on their table. Abby still could have needed to come with him some nights. I honestly dont know why that plot point was in the movie tbh. The plot with the babysitter spying on them was even more pointless and if you wanted a scene where people break into the pizzeria there could have been a better way of doing it. Maybe one of Abby's schoolmates' siblings overhears her talking about the pizzeria decides that would be a great place to vandalize idk.

Mike's dream theory stuff was actually really interesting and cool! I really enjoyed that, but I wish it was focused on more. Maybe it would have been better in a different movie where it was the focus, rather than more of a side thing to the animatronics. The dream stuff did also shelve any use of the cameras in the pizzeria, which upset me because the cams are one of the key elements of the fnaf games. But instead he was just sleeping through scenes where they could have been used. The dreams also could have been a good use to hint at Afton being the killer if it was used a little bit better.

Lastly and most importantly, the movie was not scary. I know it was supposed to be for younger audiences, but still. For a movie based on a game about avoiding getting jumpscared, there were barely any of them! Funnily enough the scariest part of the movie was balloon boy, the jumpscare. I also just didnt feel tense at all? Maybe that was just me.

Despite all of this though, the movie was still enjoyable. It was a movie that I liked! The problems didnt take too much from my viewing experience and as I said I loved the references to the games. The final scene where Afton is getting Fnaf 3ed was fucking awesome! I loved how they incorporated that into the movie! Also he said 'I'll always come back.' Which was very good. Mat Pat was a nice cameo to see too! Loved the theory man. I wish that cassette girl said 'The animatronics do get a little quirky at night.' Though. ALSO THE MARRIONETTE CRUMBS IN THE END CREDITS?? I LOVE MARRIONETTE!!

Enjoyably bad definately reflects how I felt about the movie more than hilariously bad. It was a good bad movie 6/10.

[ask-spider-man-61610]

[collaboration with @the-angel-of-filth]

From somewhere in the eye of the shark storm, a bright, yellow light sparked to life. As its glow began to overtake the area, the raging winds froze. The thousands upon thousands of sharks with glowing green eyes that were plummeting down to Earth from nowhere were suspended in the air almost instantly. In seconds, all the sharks, both fallen onto the ground and still above, dematerialized into sparkling glints of light. The weather cleared, and all tangible evidence of the sharks vanished. 

Amari sighed in relief as the curse dissipated.  

Specs, too, sighed. He looked more than a little worse for wear. Two large, semicircular wounds lingered on his body--one around his left thigh, one at his shoulder. He’d managed to pry both sharks off before they’d actually taken the limb, but the teeth had sunk deep: blood ran down his side in a river, and as he cradled his shoulder the stinging pain made his breath shudder.

“Thanks, Amari,” he mumbled, dropping one arm down to the cartridges at his hips.

“Of course,” they said, brushing themself off as they turned to face him and his wounds. “Specs, do you need me to heal that for you? I don’t want to just leave you like this,”

He was a little groggy, having lost a lot of blood over the past hour or so, so it took him a minute to locate his cartridge of medical webbing. “This is a little on the grievous side, isn’t it,” he admitted. Wincing as he tried to use his bad arm, he swapped out one cartridge for another as he said, “Uhh, how much of this can you heal before you start fading? This doesn’t feel quite on the level of ‘flying geezer just fell from the sky,’ but I can’t imagine this’ll be an easy heal.”

“Specs, please don’t worry about me,” Amari said as they unsheathed their ritual knife, “You’re the one who almost lost his limbs to sharks. I’ll be fine,”

Specs couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Dear lord, he was getting woozy. “Fair enough,” he said, turning his hurt shoulder their way. “Go ham, I guess.”

Amari could tell that they didn’t have much time to waste. They got to work, quickly slashing the palm of their hand like they’ve done many times before. Muttering in a language that Specs couldn’t quite make out, the slashed palm began to glow as Amari gently placed it on his shoulder. In a few moments, the pain dissolved in the warm glow and his wounds began to quickly heal up. His breathing settled and slowed, and he gave the fingers of his arm an experimental wiggle as he felt the skin closing.

“Thanks again,” he said, rolling his shoulder. After giving his leg a little bounce to test it the same way, he said, “Before I forget. Is there any specific reason Odyssia decided to sic a shark storm on me today? Or was she just feeling frisky.”

Amari tensed a little at that as they tried to think of a reason why Odyssia would suddenly attack Specs out of nowhere. A part of them felt they were somewhat responsible; this was their Doctor Octopus’s doing, after all. They sighed as they shook their head.

“I’m.. I’m not sure. Unless she started working with your Ock, I don’t really understand why she went out of her way to target you with a curse across dimensions.. I know that she finds antagonizing you to be funny for some reason but,” they trailed off, a sense of shame washing over them, “…I’m sorry about her, Specs. I shouldn’t have let her get like this.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said instantly, and maybe a little more forcefully than he’d meant. Softening up, he turned to them and said, “You aren’t to blame for her choices. Pretending you are is gonna do nothing but hurt you.” He tried not to drown in his own hypocrisy here, instead adding, “She antagonizes me because I have the most dramatic reaction to her bullshit. That’s all it is. Though, that said, I’m gonna do my best to pretend that this never happened.” With a slight joking tone, he said, “She doesn’t need to know that she sent me screaming halfway across the city. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Amari nodded, trying to quietly shove the ever present guilt out of their mind. 

Specs smiled under his mask and gave them a friendly (if rather awkward) pat on the shoulder. “C’mon. I owe you lunch. Sky’s the limit, up to--” he checked his costume’s pockets “--seven dollars…and eighty-four ce--”

He stopped, frozen in place almost like he’d been put on pause. The constant, unearthly tingling in the back of his skull had sharpened in tone. Slowly raising his head, he looked off the rooftop and over the street they stood above. Amari noted his sudden change of reaction and followed his gaze. 

A shark had bodily smacked into the hologram projector on the neighboring building’s exterior, so the holographic Mega-Mart advertisement flickered erratically above the city street. He squinted through it, scanning the sky, glancing to the left and right, trying to pin down that sharp, fast-moving buzz.

“...Something’s coming.”

“… I think I feel it too,” Amari muttered, their third eye’s gaze scanning the surrounding area.

One step back, then two. Specs craned his neck to see around the corner of a building, following the tingle with his eyes. It shouldn’t have been this sharp so far away, this dramatic. Whatever it was, it must have scared something in his brain far more than threats usually did. Adjusting one arm’s web-shooter, he concentrated and listened hard…until, in sync with the movement of spider-sense, something cut through a hologram a few blocks away. Something that swerved between buildings, banking and turning with incredible precision. Something that, for a fraction of a second, the light caught and revealed to be a humanoid shape standing upright.

Specs’ breath caught in his throat. “Amari, run.”

Amari wasn’t about to argue. They knew who this had to be from his reaction alone. But they did hesitate for a brief moment. “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, not fully believing it. “My limbs are back into working order, and there’s no way he could’ve planned ahead for this. I’d know if he’d had any communication with Odyssia.” He shifted his footing, tensing his leading leg in preparation to pounce. “I’ll keep him from killing anyone until his stupid manpurse is empty and then I’ll slip away. The Cluster’ll get a text from me once I’m safe.”

They nodded in acknowledgment. As much as Amari didn’t want to leave Specs to fight all by himself, they did trust him to know how to deal with this. But, they would leave Specs with one last thing. Pressing their bloodied hand onto the mirror on their chest, they pulled forth a hand made of light from the reflection, a mirror double of themself forming.

“Alice,” Amari said almost immediately, “Keep Specs safe.”

With that, they fled, leaving Alice standing silently by his side, ready to assist. 

Specs, for his part, took a second to stretch his newly-healed leg and arm. Cracking his knuckles, he listened for the ringing of spider-sense to reach a fever pitch, then broke into a sprint and launched himself off the roof. The Green Goblin banked hard around a building and very nearly came face-to-face with Spider-Man’s fist. It was only the supervillain’s own super reflexes that stopped the fight from ending before it even began.

As Norman reeled back and swerved on his glider, Specs caught himself with two weblines and wove a quick spiderweb spanning the space above the street. He bounced in place as it absorbed his momentum, turning around fast to keep the Goblin in his sight, and as the first pumpkin bomb was lodged his way the mirror double of Amari snagged it with glittering webs and threw it aside. It exploded, not quite harmlessly, but without drawing anyone’s blood.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU MUST BE THINKING, PETEY,” shrieked the Goblin, his voice distorted and made shrill by the modulator hidden in his prosthesis, “BUT I ASSURE YOU, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR LITTLE SHARKSCAPADE.” He cackled at his own pun, and Specs’ skin crawled.

“No, I know,” Specs called back, scurrying to the top of his spiderweb and getting ready for another jump. “You’re not that creative, Norman.”

The Goblin ignored the insult. “OH, BUT I’M NOT ONE TO LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH.” He drew another pumpkin bomb out of his satchel. “AS LONG AS YOU’RE SO TIRED, I FIGURED, WHY NOT COME AND KILL YOU NOW? I’M AN OPPORTUNIST, YOU KNOW.”

Specs sighed and glanced at Alice, deadpan. Alice didn’t seem to acknowledge him, only remaining focused on the task at hand as they stared at the Goblin. As Norman threw his next grenade, Spider-Man and the magic mirror each leaped off the web and got to work.

[miniimapp]

Random 4*TOWN Headcanons

Gen ;; Fluff + Crack - Headcanons

Warnings ;; nah

Proofread + Edited ;; no

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 8 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Am tired and this is p low effort and last minute, sorry, better stuff will be coming today is just not my day lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Tae Young, Jesse and Robaire were classically trained instrumentalists when they were kids. Tae Young was violin, Jesse was flute and Robaire was piano. T plays ukulele don't ask me why he just does and also the kalimba. Z can play the harmonica. Jesse also plays the guitar

Z learnt the harmonica from his grandad - they had a really close relationship before he died.

Jesse cycled through a lot of different instruments trying to find the one for him (clarinet, trumpet, drums, piano, violin, double bass) before landing on flute and then later on guitar as well

There are some really odd demo tracks and some completely unreleased songs that just go ham with any instrument that they felt like throwing in

They're utter chaos

Truly just a wall of noise at some points

Fun noise,, but still noise

I feel like they have a theatre thing,, all of them

Just like random improv games or,,

Suddenly acting out a famous scene in a very melodramatic way or,,

Randomly bursting out in songs from musicals and somehow knowing the full choreography for them..

Jesse is the one who starts their musical outburst 8 times out of 10

Sometimes though he'll start singing and the others will start to join in,, realise they have ko fucking clue what he's singing and then just listen to him solo like the king he is

T will 100% just start garbling rubbish if he doesn't know the words,, improv king over here

Seriously,, this man can go on with a bit for eons if he feels like it

He'll stay completely in character and be going string while the others are creasing and have no idea wtf to say

Mans lives for it

Oh your singing ?? Tae is adding a harmony onto that for you <3

Somehow he manage to find a harmony for everything and he finds it FUCKING IMMEDIATELY

Does make Robaire a lil jealous with his harmony abilities sometimes

Sometimes though Tae will just go from some ethereal harmony into a goblin voice while still singing the harmony

He's a great impressionist tbh

His voice can go deeper than most people expect,, its a lil uncomfy and he just doesn't like how he sounds so it doesn't happen often

When it does though, Tae is using it for evil

I'm talking demonic noises in the corner while the light are out

Z is the one who somehow knows all th dance moves to every musical ever

Mans starts teaching it to the others too as if they're not complete disasters

My guy has too much faith in these numpties

Z is also really fucking sneaky

So Jesse will be wiping the counter and all of a sudden there's something blowing on his neck

Dramatic ass jumps like 3 feet in the air and shrieks so loud

Z loves jump scaring all of the other members when he can

Also because this is a struggle for me and I need someone to relate to.. caffeine of any kind makes Z so incredibly tired

Like,, half a cup with half him out for 6 hours straight, wake up for dinner because Jesse went to get him and then straight back to sleep

Mans gets over 24 hours of sleep that day

Problem is Z is an energy drink fanatic

And zap the energy right of him

SO

The boys somehow manage to find him caffeine free energy drinks and he's never been more thankful istg

Z just wants to pretend he isn't about o pass out when he's supposed to be wired to high heaven

What's the point of having a drink that's really bad for if you don't even get the short-lived fun effects ??

Robaire loves to flaunt his coffee in Z's face all of the fucking time

Z doesn't even like coffee but it's the principle of the thing

Anways

Robaire would be having his main character moment as they're all jamming out

Singing into Jesse's hairbrush in front the mirror type vibes

Z gets so fed up with it so quickly

Ro doesn't care though

He's having his moment

It's his time to shine

And shine he will

Definitely broke something once trying to climb up onto the kitchen table in a feat of dramatics

Probably a vase Jesse made

Jesse was p upset about it tbh

So the others took it,, glued it back together and then decorated one of the broken pieces each

Now it's the statement piece

And it's glorious

Really wish to bask in it's shine tbh

[wordiestbird]

So I finished Kamen Rider Decade the other day...

And I do indeed have some thoughts about it, both as a whole and how it adds some interesting character to Tsuaka's whole deal in Zi-O (and I should really re-watch that at some point too). Thoughts below the read more, spoilers abound as you might expect.

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Locked away

Short fic I wrote without editing since I’m technically still supposed to not be writing at all and resting. Anyways here have a bunch of words of crack fic about Karl and the MrBasement!

The basement is cold. It’s dark, too, the only light coming from one of the thin windows near the very top of the room - the only parts peeking above ground enough to let in some light. Rats scuttle in the darkness, and roaches too, scattering themselves across the dimly lit room without a care or feeling in the world.

Karl, on the other hand, is furious.

Of course it’s this week - of course it has to be right now. Of course Jimmy had chosen the most inopportune time possible to lock him in the cellar.

He’s supposed to be in Spain right now - hanging out with Dream and Sapnap and George and everyone else! He’s supposed to be sleeping in a comfy hotel bed and eating fancy ham and wandering around out in the bright sunshine, not locked up down here in the darkness.

Karl shifts, rolling towards the wall and leaning against it with a huff. His back hurts from laying against the ground. His butt hurts from sitting on the concrete. His soul hurts because he’s locked up here instead of out there having fun.

God, that was so fucking STUPID of him. Agreeing to work with Jimmy in exchange for fame and money. If he’d known he’d be locked up in a basement half the time he never would have agreed to this - he would have said no.

But instead he agreed and now he has to live with the consequences of what he picked.

The cellar door opens and Karl doesn’t even glance up. He can tell it’s Chris by their footsteps against the concrete. “Leave me alone,” he mutters, refusing to look up.

“I’m sorry about your trip, Karl,” Chris sighs, kneeling beside him. Karl continues to refuse eye contact. “Listen, I tried to talk him into letting you go, I really did. But you know how he gets…”

“‘S not your fault,” Karl responds. “I’m still mad though.”

“I know,” Chris sighs. “I’m sorry.”

They sit in silence for a long moment.

“Here,” Chris breaks the moment, “I brought you something - it’s your favorite monster flavor, I think?”

Karl glances up to see Chris holding a Monster Ultra and snorts at the sight. “Where’s you learn that?”

Chris raises an eyebrow at him. Karl takes the monster. “How’s Nolan? And how’s Tucker?”

“They’re alright - I think Nolan’s just glad it’s not him. Tucker misses you, though.”

Karl sighs, staring at the wall. “I miss him too. It’s really lonely down here.”

Chris nods. “Yeah. I keep trying to talk Jimmy out of it but he keeps saying this is necessary. I don’t see how it is, but he’s dead set on insisting that.”

They sit in another moment of silence.

“CHRIS?!” Jimmy calls from upstairs. “WHERE ARE YOU? YOU BETTER NOT BE BOTHERING KARL!”

“I should probably go,” Chris sighs, looking at the ground. “I’ll say hi to Tucker for you.”

Karl nods. “And can you text Sapnap for me, please? Tell him I’m ok?” He knows deep down that Sapnap and George and Dream know about the basement arrangement and none of them are happy about it - but the last thing he needs is his friends starting a fight with a very dangerous inhuman entity that’s already laid claim to Karl. He needs them to know he’s alright so they don’t get any ideas about trying to rescue him.

“Sure,” Chris smiles. “And it shouldn’t be much longer anyhow - Jimmy has to let you out eventually.”

“CHRIS!” Jimmy screams from upstairs and both of them wince. Chris scrambles to his feet and out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Eventually,” Karl mutters, watching the last sliver of golden light vanish. “…eventually.”

[gingersforeverbox]

hello!! i see your requests are open!! i hope you dont mind if i request something, if ive made you annoyed with this im really, REALLY sorry a lot, but ill ust get on with the request, if you dont know who this person is that im requesting, im giving this info to help you out with it (:

can you do Vi, Caitlyn And Jinx with a S/O who has a Eula personality from geshin impact? if you dont know heres the info.

Eula has piercing light blue hair with a headband ordained with a four pointed headpiece.She wears a cape on her right shoulder with her Vision in clear view alongside a decorative feather piece, a black leotard with the Lawrence crest emblazoned on both hips, the upper back cut open exposing her back, and covered by her white/light blue knight uniform on top. Blue stockings covered by her black thigh high boots and silver high heels finish her outfit.

Eula endured a harsh aristocratic upbringing, in which the principles of nobility were drilled into her and even after she forsakes the name of her clan, it still affects her temperament and loquacious manner of speech to this day. While she comes across as having a frosty demeanor and her frequent claims for vengeance for even the smallest slights may come off as intimidating, in truth she is caring and dutiful, and uses these calls for retribution as a quirky coping mechanism. Those around her long enough to know her such as Amber and Jean would frequently defend these claims, slowly but surely easing the long seated, albeit well deserved ire her last name brings and to see the people of Mondstadt accept her as she is..

sorry if its long!! hopefully you can do this one whenever is possible for you, thank you and drink lots of water (:

A/n: Not gonna lie, this one was pretty tricky for me to do (especially since I had to learn what Geshin Impact was😅), but I think I was able to pull something off for ya. As for the characters, I didn't necessarily plan on writing for these lovely ladies so soon, but I'm happy to give it a shot! Thank you so much for the request, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think! :)

Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx with a S/O who has a Eula personality from Geshin Impact:

Vi

After abandoning your shameful family's tyranny, you moved to Runeterra in order to start over, and have a new life.

After making it off the boat, you wanted to raise the least amount of suspicion about your heritage, so you found a shitty apartment in Zaun for more than it was probably worth.

You found work as a mercenary, offering your experience with a blade and your cold demeanor as a tool to others who had the right coin.

Being a mercenary in Zaun would be fine if you didn't stick out like a sore thumb in the bars with your perfect posture and perfect manners.

Vi picked you out of the crowd in a matter of seconds and felt the need to talk to the supposed Piltie mercenary.

"So, what's a Piltie doing at this guild?" she'd drawl while looking you over.

After explaining that your past is of no import, she'd shrug but still ask you to help her with a job: Finding her sister.

You'd be a bit confused but ultimately agree so long as she'd let you go ham on whoever got in the way.

As you both scoured the Underground looking for 'Powder', you became closer and closer to the pink-haired brute.

Eventually, you open up to her about your upbringing and personal mission, and it takes her aback at first.

Since she is a Zaunite at heart, it may take her a minute to understand that even though you come from a privileged upbringing, you aren't just like the other Pilties and plush aristocrats.

Eventually, she comes around to you when you demonstrate that you are very much not a classist.

She definitely understands the passion for vengeance... on a personal level.

She will listen to each of your empowering speeches with awe.

I'm telling you now, that your passion is something that she truly thinks is one of the best attributes of your personality. seriously she believes it is fucking astounding how you fight both verbally and physically for what you believe in.

Caitlyn

You most likely went to the enforcers of Piltover in order to find a job where you could put all of your efforts into helping others while taking your own vengeance into account.

Caitlyn had just started as a trainee enforcer when you were stationed with her in training.

During training, it was apparent that you were excellent at combat and persuasion when it came to de-escalation. however, Side by side, she knows that you two are a lethal force to be trifled with on the field. She uses this to her advantage to utilize the intimidation method to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

After graduating from the academy together, you were stationed in the same precinct where you would both work together in just about every case.

after years of being "just friends", she finally got the courage to ask you out as more than a friend.

As soon as she rushed out her question, you giggled and reassured her that she wasn't overstepping and that it wouldn't be awkward, because you shared the same feelings but were unsure of her stance on it.

Caitlyn is no stranger to having social expectations from a studious family. She is a Kiramman after all. 

She probably has the most personal experience with dealing with the fallout of being the ‘Black sheep’ of the family, but she also understands the reasoning behind your difference.

Tea parties are still something she enjoys, so if you felt like it, she would be absolutely honored if you wanted to relive some of the better parts of your upbringing by having some tea with her and her family.

Jinx

Jinx for sure understands what it feels like to be... different from your family, for lack of a better word.

When you first meet, she definitely questions what a chick like you are doing in a place like Zaun, but once you give your reasoning of "finding vengeance" she is all on board.

If I'm being completely honest, she would probably slip up and mention "The pretty chick I met at the bridge with the cool blue swords," to her father, Silco. This would probably end up in him insisting on meeting the person who could potentially make for an ally in his plan for Zaun's independence. If you managed to get Jinx's attention, you might make a worthy ally to have.

Upon hearing that Jinx was looking for you for some particular reason, you waited for her to find you where you last saw her- the bridge.

To say she found you quickly would be the understatement of the year.

She immediately wanted you beside her because one, you're a fucking badass, and two, you're really pretty and she likes that about you.

After showing your worth in training with some more of the underlings, and even sparring with Sevika (much to Jinx's dismay) You were placed in charge of training some of the newer recruits for physical combat.

Your speeches actually made people inspired and drove them into success while serving Zaun, so you got bonus points from the higher in command, but most of all, Jinx actually listened to each one of them.

After a long day of training, Jinx ran into the basement of the Last Drop looking for you and promptly asked you out on a date to the closest noodle bar she liked.

"Come on toots, whaddya say?"

[windfighter]

It's a migraine to the left with a steel chair

Also known as "I had absolutely no idea what to name this disaster"

Prompt: ”You look pale.”

You can probably guess what it's about x3

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”You look pale.”

Kouji blinked, rubbed his eyes. His head hurt. He turned towards Takuya, who stood with his hands at his sides, eyes burning into Kouji. Kouji looked away again.

”It’s just a headache.”

He had woken up with it, but a headache wasn’t reason enough to stay home from school. He heard Takuya shift his weight, put his backpack on the desk.

”Are you sure?”

”Mhm…”

Well… he hoped that’s all it was. Just a headache. But there were halos around the lights and occassionally a dark spot would dance across his eyes. Hopefully the migraine would wait until he came home before attacking with full force. He reckoned he had 8 hours as long as he ate and drank like he should.

Oh crap, he skipped breakfast.

Kouji groaned and put his head in his hands. The headache lessened slightly, the throbbing retreated and didn’t feel quite as disabling. He glanced towards Takuya. The onslaught of light made the throbbing increase again. Yeah, that was a migraine waiting to happen.

”...do you have any food I can have?” he asked.

”Yeah, sure?”

Takuya looked through his backpack. Kouji watched him as he pulled two sandwhiches out of it.

”All I can spare or else I won’t have lunch”, Takuya said with an apologetic smile.

Kouji accepted them, took them out of the bag they’d been packed in.

”It’s fine, thank you.” He gestured at his head. ”Just need something to keep this at bay a while.”

Takuya sat down. Kouji took a bite out of one of the sandwiches. Cheese and ham. His stomach protested and he frowned. Maybe it was too late already. He took a bottle of water out of his own backpack and took a sip out of it. Takuya watched him.

”Maybe you should go to the nurse?”

Kouji shook his head and took another bite out of the sandwich.

”Can’t help this. Dad’s already vetoed me staying home.”

He swallowed, took another sip of the water. Takuya didn’t seem convinced.

”At least you’d get out of the lesson”, he suggested.

”It’s just math”, Kouji answered.

He was good at math. It was easy, logical. Followed the same road every time as long as you knew the road. Didn’t require you to think outside the box like so many other subjects. He took another bite of the sandwich and his stomach was not a fan. He pressed his fist against his mouth. Swallowed. It took half a minute for the nausea to disappear and Kouji took a shaky breath when it did.

Well, shit. He probably only had 4 hours until it was unbearable in other words. At least he could stay for the first two classes.

Takuya was watching him, head tilted. Kouji wanted to whack him with something, but there wasn’t anything useful nearby.

”Not good?” Takuya asked.

There wasn’t any use lying. Kouji put the second sandwich into the bag again and gave it back to Takuya.

”Not good”, he admitted and pressed a hand over his left eye. ”Already nauseous.”

”Oof. Sure about the nurse?”

Kouji nodded, took another bite of the sandwich and regretted his choices. He should probably give up before he actually threw up. He sighed and held the sandwich up.

”Sorry, don’t think I’ll be able to finish this. Thanks anyway.”

Takuya took the sandwich, threw it in the closest trashcan and sat back down again. Kouji put his head on the desk, buried his face in his arms. The headache retreated again and Kouji could almost fall asleep on the spot. Takuya was silent next to him, his pen scribbled on paper occassionally.

The classroom started filling up as it got closer to the start of the lesson. Sounds got louder and Kouji’s headache got worse. The left side of his head was throbbing hard and he really just wanted to retreat into a dark, quiet corner. He groaned, pressed his face further into his elbow.

”I can follow you?” Takuya suggested.

”’m fine.”

Accepting was tempting though. Although he wasn’t sure sensei would allow it.

”Haven’t thrown up”, he added.

He should not have added that. Just the thought of throwing up made his stomach churn and he groaned again.

”Are you okay?” Kouichi asked.

Kouji turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Kouichi before burying his face again.

”You look sick”, Kouichi continued and sat down behind Kouji. ”Should I call mama?”

Kouji didn’t answer. He wasn’t sure he could speak any longer. Words were starting to feel slightly out of reach. His head pounded.

”Migraine”, Takuya answered when Kouji wouldn’t. ”He’s being stubborn about staying.”

Kouji could hear Kouichi roll his eyes and he regretted all his life-choices.

”’m fine”, Kouji repeated.

He sat up despite the protests of his head and stomach. Held a hand over the left side of his face. Took the mathbook and a notebook out of his backpack. Sensei would arrive soon, better prepare for class instead of trying to sleep. He could feel Kouichi and Takuya watch him. Best he could do was ignore them. He opened the book, flipped through the pages. Massaged his temple. How was it possible for one head to hurt that much and go from bad to worse that quickly? Usually he’d have more time.

Usually he didn’t have school and didn’t skip breakfast though. Yeah, okay, the equation probably checked out. He stared at the whiteboard, tried to close out all the sounds in the classroom, but the more he tried to ignore them the louder they got and the worse his head pounded. His eyes teared up. Something warm landed on his shoulder and he turned his head. Takuya’s hand.

”...nurse?” Takuya asked for the umpteenth time.

Accepting was tempting. Probably the smartest thing he could do. But the door opened and sensei arrived. Kouji shook his head.

”After class”, he mumbled.

Takuya looked confused. Kouji buried his face in his hands, turned to the whiteboard again. Sensei started talking, drew on the whiteboard to explain, and Kouji tried to listen but pens scribbled too loudly around him, people chewed gum too loudly. Even the lights were too loud. He heard everything and nothing. His shoulders tensed up, the ache spread from his head, down to his neck and shoulders. His stomach churned.

He pressed a fist against his mouth. Saliva gathered in it and he swallowed. Shit. He glanced at the clock, but couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.

Sensei stopped talking. Everyone else leaned over their books. Kouji still battled his stomach. He clenched his eyes shut, stood up. He needed air. His head hurt so much. It felt like someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer. He needed…

Someone grabbed his arm. He didn’t open his eyes. He thought he could hear sensei’s voice, Kouichi’s voice. The classroom was silent apart from them. Kouji’s body shivered, trembled. He pressed his fist harder against his mouth. His stomach cramped. Shit.

”Out”, he mumbled.

He wasn’t sure it was clear from behind the hand but he was far from caring. Whoever held him pulled at his arm.

”Alright, let’s go.”

Their voice disappeared, was too muddled for Kouji’s aching head to parse. It was Kouichi’s at least. Kouichi put a hand on Kouji’s back, guided him out of the classroom. Every step sent pain through his head, he pressed his other hand against his stomach. It cramped again, saliva filled his mouth nonstop. A door opened.

The air was cooler on the other side of the door. Quieter. Kouji opened his eyes slightly, but clenched them shut again. Nope, not good. Very not good, horrible day.

”Toilet”, Kouichi said and tugged at his arm.

At least he could make out Kouichi’s words now. He let Kouichi lead him. Another door opened, Kouji’s stomach retched. He leaned forwards blindly, his hands were guided to the sides of the toilet and he could lean over it. His insides burned as they made their way up his body. Acid splattered at the sides of the bowl, remnants of the sandwich landed in the water. Kouji took a shaky breath and threw up again.

”Disgusting”, Kouichi said. ”I’m calling mama.”

Kouji just wanted to die. He sank down to the floor. This was bad. He had no clue how he’d be able to even get home in this state. He took a few shaky breaths. The faucet opened and closed and something cool was held against Kouji’s cheek. A plastic mug with water.

”Rinse your mouth”, Kouichi ordered.

Kouji did. The water was cool, welcome. Made the taste of vomit go away. He spat the first sip into the toilet before taking another sip and swallowing. He hoped he’d get to keep it. He leaned against the toilet with a sigh, held the cool glass against his forehead.

”...nurse?” he slurred and hoped the word got out.

”Yeah, that’s…” Kouichi said, ”...probably the right call. Think you can stand?”

Kouji nodded, put his head in his hands with a groan. The glass slid out of his hand, spilled water all over him. He took another shaky breath. Maybe he couldn’t. He took a few deep breaths. Pushed himself off the floor and hit his head on the underside of the sink. Pain exploded. He curled up, pressed his hands against his head. He was not moving for three days until this was over.

”How’s he doing?”

Sensei. Kouji sniffled. Did everyone and their aunts have to see him like this?

”Not great”, Kouichi said.

Understatement of the year. Kouji had to give Kouichi a trophy for that when his brain was working again. He moved his hands, pressed them over his ears instead. Sensei and Kouichi’s voices still reached him, but muddled, and some of the pain got better. Not enough that he could move, but he wasn’t actively dying.

A hand on his knee. Kouji opened one eye. Kouichi. Kouichi looked at him and Kouji closed his eye again, released the pressure over his ears.

”I’m not strong enough to carry you”, Kouichi said.

Kouji had no idea what Kouichi wanted him to do about that. Or how long he had been sitting on the floor. His butt was starting to feel cold. His back ached from the weird position he sat in. Kouichi squeezed his knee.

”I’m getting Takuya, okay?”

Kouji nodded. It felt like a nod at least. Kouichi’s hand disappeared. Kouichi’s steps disappeared. Kouji pressed his hands against his ears again. His stomach churned. Cramped. He reached for the toilet, hit his hand blindly to the side until he found it. Leaned over it and threw up the water he had swallowed. He needed a dark and quiet room yesterday.

”Hey”, Takuya whispered.

Kouji whimpered in response. Takuya wrapped an arm around Kouji and Kouji slumped against Takuya’s side.

”Going up”, Takuya whispered.

Takuya stood up. Slowly. Kouji felt another set of hand grab him, held him and guided him so he wouldn’t slid down again. He was absolutely useless. His head pounded and he wanted down again. Another whimper escaped him.

”Soon”, Takuya said, voice still low.

He moved. Kouji did his best to stay standing, eyes still closed. He had no idea what was going on.

”Piggyback”, Takuya said.

It was all the warning Kouji got before Takuya hoisted him onto his back. A fresh wave of pain exploded in Kouji’s head and he wrapped his arms around Takuya’s neck. Takuya put his hands under Kouji’s knees, held him. Kouji pressed his face into Takuya’s neck to close out all light that still assaulted him through his eyelids. If he was in less pain his dignity would never have allowed anything like that, but Kouji really just wanted darkness.

He lost track of time. Not that he really had been able to keep up with it the last hour or so. Takuya was soft and warm and quiet. The corridors were quiet. Kouji almost drifted off.

The nurse’s voice cut through the silence like nails on a chalkboard. Kouji tightened his grip around Takuya, pressed his face harder against Takuya’s neck. It didn’t block out sounds.

”Bad migraine”, Takuya whispered as an answer to whatever she had said.

Kouji’s eyes teared up again. He sniffled. It did nothing to elevate the pain. Takuya started walking again, a door opened, they walked another few steps.

”Going down”, Takuya whispered.

Kouji felt Takuya’s body shift, then his bum hit something soft. He let go of Takuya, put a hand on whatever he was sitting on. A mattress. He pulled a hand across his eyes. Takuya put a hand against his shoulder, gave him a light push. Not enough to push him over but Kouji understood the gesture, felt around for the pillow and laid down. Rolled up on the mattress. A thin sheet was placed over him. Someone squeezed his shoulders and then steps. A door closed. Silence and darkness. Kouji wanted to stay there forever.