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--hey why is the actual game protagonist here

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I have a request!!! This is a story i will write someday, but I trust an amazing writer like yourself for this! Vegeta is in situationship with the reader, and realizes one day that he actually cares about her and loves her. In my head, this is an no powers au, and the reader is younger than him and she already is in love with him. I know this is not very specific 😅 but you can work around it however you want and you can ignore the details i gave if they bother you as well! But thank you so much for reading all my vague idea 💗

Pairing: Vegeta x Reader ( implied afab ) Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. au: modern au / no powers. wealthy!Vegeta. age difference; (40-45!Vegeta x 24-30!Reader). established fuck buddies. pining. A/N: A perfect concept! ♥ This one was a challenge only because I am never good at modernizing Vegeta or focusing on age difference, but I enjoyed this a lot! I’d love to take a crack at this concept again in the future with a better grasp of it.

Too open…Too small…Too thin…A cropped jacket? Really? He seemed to have a look of disgust at them all, impatiently watching your hand ghost over the wares on the wall and immediately feeling his jaw clench from each inappropriate one you dared to show a little interest in. Your smaller hand kept getting swallowed up in his coat sleeves as you moved down the aisle, it was starting to bother him to watch you fidget and constantly adjust in it. He can’t help but notice how you did your best to hold it over your frame while browsing and making this longer than it should have been.

You turn to him when another catches your eye in your favorite color, gauging his favor at the choice, and then moving on to the next when the squint in his eyes says “no”. 

His gaze skims a little further ahead of you as if to speed up this process by handling it himself. One of these coats had to be suitable for you, one that sits well on your shoulders, and the zipper won't bulge or fight to get over your chest. But your neck should still peek, he muses, and be able to breathe without a restricting collar. Your curves shouldn't be hidden under the material…Maybe a scarf to go with-

“—What the hell am I even doing here? You don't need me to buy a simple coat.” Vegeta caught himself and finally spoke up. He turned his nose up at this scenario, a hint of a growl in his tone. “I told you a long time ago to get a better one.” 

He couldn’t wait to throw that in your face. You’re actually impressed he held his tongue for so long and you give him an innocent shrug in response. It was beginning to get hard to read his outburst as anything more than his bark now as he donned that predictable scowl you loved so much. “Sorry. If you want your coat back you can take it now.” The large sleeves easily slide down your smaller arms. 

“Just hurry this up already. It's getting late.” He grimaced, speaking up quickly and stopping you from taking it off so soon. He's annoyed, even though it was his idea to bring you here for a better coat. You figured he was more annoyed with beating the idea in your ear almost every time you met and you continued to show up in your favorite old jacket regardless. You'd argue your old coat was handy! It did keep you warm getting from your front door to your car and vice versa. But then you were reckless and came to his front door without even that, the trek back to your car to get it feeling pointless when you were about to go inside anyway. Vegeta didn’t even say anything to you when the door opened, he just felt the rush of cold air pass the threshold before you and leered at you.

Then his thicker, slightly heavier coat hit your back and shoulders after he left you in the doorway and you understood that you had been lying to yourself for too long. The material was too cozy to not immediately get taken into its soothing warmth, snuggling it and shoving your hands into the deep pockets. Having only a moment to soak it all in, you were then promptly dragged away by the fuming man as he led you to his car. And now you’re here, scanning the coat section of a store you’d never think to set foot in. Still, you’re excited to be here.

Out in public with him, wearing something that belongs to him, needlessly—in your opinion—shopping for a replacement coat with him. You felt deeply acknowledged. Accepted. Your heart is restless in your chest while you try to contain yourself moving up and down the coat aisle. It's not like you had much in common outside of your attraction, so to share more than a few hours sweaty and naked with him was a nice change of pace. It left you wondering if he finally started to see the extent of your feelings for him or if you were just embellishing his generosity to be something more meaningful. He certainly doesn't seem to treat you differently than others aside from what you give each other in private, but there are instances like this that make you feel cared for like no other.

That same scowl watched over you now as you continued to gloss over the selection of coats and took note of the way you shifted your search from fashionable to functional by how you carefully looked over the price tags. Once you’re sure you’ve settled on one after a few meticulous moments, you turn back to him only to see he has moved from where he planted his feet to observe you. You let go of the hanger and move out of the aisle looking around and still fixing his jacket on you. That’s when you found his familiar silhouette at the register already, stuffing something in his pocket. His hand raises to the sales rep stopping them from bagging up the item on the counter and takes it in his hands. He sees you coming out of the aisle and walks up to you.

“Let’s go, we’re done here.”

“But I didn’t find-” Your favorite color fills your sights as he places a coat in your hand. A shade and taper at the waist that blends in with your wardrobe, and material that matched the heavy jacket hanging on your shoulders.

“Put it on.” It sounded like an order, but it’s just his impatience rearing itself again. Regardless, you don’t hesitate to switch the coats. 

The smell, the texture, and a fit that doesn’t bind your shoulders and arms. You rush to a mirror to see it on yourself and gush at your reflection. He found this for you. He bought it for you and was sure to remove the price tag so you wouldn’t gawk at it. There was an emotional twinkle in your eyes when you turned back to him. Of all the things you wanted to say, all rushing to your tongue, “Thank you, Vegeta” is all you were able to get out and clutched the cozy new fabric to yourself. Your heart was pounding and his scowl softened.

Without a word, he gestures his head toward the door with his returned coat under his arm began to head for the exit. You rushed to his side, clinging to his other arm with your face on his shoulder and the biggest smile on your face. Vegeta stiffened at your firm grip but didn’t flinch away, holding the door open for you to exit first, your smaller hands shifting to hold his as he tailed you out the door. 

Once you were back in the car and on the way back to his home, all the words you sat with piled up on the tip of your tongue again and caused you to fidget with his coat in your lap. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone and giving your feelings a chance to settle, but you couldn’t help stopping to admire the fabric of your new coat and the adorable opalescent fastens at your wrist keeping the sleeves from sliding up and down your arm. It’s too fancy for words. Suddenly inspired, you lift your phone and angle it up at yourself for a selfie in it. A thought crossed your mind, and you leaned over toward the driver’s side intending to capture both of you. You see his eyes flick from the road for a moment and his resting glare becomes more prominent.

“Who is that for?” He asked with his usual condescending tone.

“Me. You don’t mind?” He shrugs in response, uncaring on the matter by your answer and your eyes light up. “Really? You’re okay taking pictures with me?”

“...Do I need to make a face or something?”

You giggle, “No. Just smile with me.” That seemed to be the grueling part by the way his frown stretched skeptically. But he rolled his eyes and complied with a half-hearted smirk for your picture. 

You have teased that his scowl makes him look older, but no one would know by simply looking at him that there is an evident gap between your generations. A man like him had no business giving you the attention he did and that’s probably why the approach to your relationship is so ambiguous. Moreover, unlike you, he comes from old money and most likely has “old money expectations”. There is a sense of entitlement to what he has and what he wants that proves that prestigious background. You could consider yourself as recreational to him as a round of golf or sipping cocktails in an infinity pool but you would just hurt your own feelings thinking like that.

A girl like you had to just be for a bit of fun for him though, right? Young and naive and swearing your independence is solid. But your feelings for him are real. It is his reliable presence and fantastic cock that keep you in contact with him, but also his mysterious allure. You wish you could figure out where you stood between what he has or wants, or if you truly are just a dalliance. Sometimes he treats you like he already has you and expects certain things about you that show his adoration beyond your body, but he's never directly said he wanted you for more than company for a night or two. To buy you something as permanent as a coat felt like a claim over you. He wants you comfortable against the cold even when he’s not around, and he doesn’t hesitate to fix that when you keep putting it off. But the fact of the matter is you’re just going back to his house so you could fuck.

“...Do I-...” Your tone broke and you cleared your throat, hesitating again. You don’t want to ambush him over the matter but you really want to get this off your chest. You glance up from your phone and his head is tilted towards you with his eyes still on the road.

“Speak up.”

“I-It’s nothing.” You quickly answer, shrug, and sit quietly for an endless minute. Then, you swallow your nerves. “...I just didn’t think I meant that much to you to do this.” Your hands slide down the collar of your cozy coat as you grip it and keep your eyes in your lap.

“Tch, It’s just a coat.” Vegeta brushed off the gesture.

“An expensive coat…” You corrected. “You picked this out and made them remove the tag so I can’t see how much to pay you back for it. So… unless I’m just… like your little baby doll now-”

“It’s a coat.” He firmly insisted, then scoffs. “You know how annoying it is to tell you to do something and you don’t do it? You freeze your ass off every time you show up on the entrance camera. What if I was on the other side of the house when you showed up?” 

Waiting in the cold would feel like an eternity, you admitted to yourself. His house isn’t small, further proof of his prestige. “But I know you’re gonna let me in and warm me up. You don’t have to buy me a new coat.”

“And then you’re back out in the cold..” He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head. “...Freezing in your car waiting for it to warm up again with that thin thing you call a jacket. No.” His driving posture relaxes, the older man's head and spine sinking back against his seat. “...I wanted to. Okay?”

“...Okay.” Your prepared rebuttal of your self-sufficiency falters in response to his suddenly softer tone. The dull pink in your cheeks and the rise of butterflies in response gave him your submission. You stare at him quietly for a moment watching the way his eyes flicked in thought and he finally sighed. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing with you anymore…” Vegeta concedes and he freed a hand from the wheel to rub his forehead. There's an instance where his expression relaxes into one you've never seen, but as he begins to air his grievances his brows furrowed in their familiar way. “I don’t know what you want, you don’t ask me for anything. You only show up when I call, and gone before the sun is up. Is it the house? Do I scare you when we’re not just getting off?”

“No. No. I just thought…” Your breath trembles as you inhale and then you can't stop the words falling out once you let it go. “I don’t know, I just don’t wanna bother you or get in the way of your lifestyle. That’s why we just meet and fuck, right?”

“I want you in the way, damn it! I’m not just tolerating you for an easy fuck.” He suddenly bursts out and speaks in an accusatory tone. “You just don't act like you want more than that.”

It wasn’t as affectionate or romantic as you let your imagination curate it, but without a doubt that was the validation your lovesick heart sought. That's when the car stopped. You were back at his house. Something about his eyes fully on you now makes your thoughts spill like a broken pipe. 

“I couldn't tell if you wanted more than that. We’ve only been doing it since we met. I thought It was much too soon to…fall for you like this..” You confessed, the uncertainty no longer in your voice. 

“Believe it or not, it is more than your body that interests me. If you want to take things slower..”

The corners of your mouth twitch as you try to contain your smile, tightening your lips shut. You suddenly feel shy with this man who makes your eyes well up with tears trying to hold his entire cock in your mouth. Taking it slower means more time out together and you can’t help thinking about the dates you could go on that aren’t just a wine and dine for foreplay. Though you love that. 

You lift your eyes to him and let your smile spread. “It doesn’t have to start tonight…” You suggest, your eyes reflecting the deep attraction you had for him right now. You get a smile in return, not that prideful or crooked smirk but a genuine smile and it makes you bite your lip enticingly. He did buy you a beautiful and comfy coat, after all. You should show your gratitude as you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over your seat into his waiting arms.

[appocalipse]

how about cracked compass + antique lock and key set with eddie munson? hear me out, but i'm thinking a historical AU and they're both servants at the same house/manor/castle (thinking kinda downton abbey energy with the servants drama). maybe she's carrying a tray or something and spills it everywhere (idk maybe it's food, maybe its something tiny like a jar of beads) and eddie swoops in and takes the fall so that she doesn't get sacked (because he's been working there a lot longer) makes up some story about how it was his fault and stuff. yup, that'd be the moment you fell stupidly hard for him... imagine all of the pinning? the staring at him when he's not looking? AH!

lea, you have such a beautiful mind 🥺♥ i tried my best but unfortunately, i've never watched downton abbey, so it's probably not exactly what you wanted :( hope you'll still enjoy it anyway, thanks for the lovely request 💗 | 4.3k words

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The vase goes clattering to the floor and you watch with a desperate and frenzied heart as it hits the stone and...shatters instantly.

In a mix of dismay and panic, you reach to the floor where the delicate craftwork is broken into countless jagged and shattered pieces along the smooth white tile. Upon attempting to save the poor vase, you accidently slash your palm open on one of the sharp corners, and though the wound gushes blood, you don't seem to care. You think maybe if you gather all of the pieces and put them back together in their proper place, it may still be fixed, may still be saved, if you—

"Have you- Christ! Sweetheart, what...what happened?"

Startled, you look up to find Eddie running down the long and winding stairway, his chest rising and falling as if he'd just run a mile. He quickly makes his way over to you, crouching down on the floor, his dark eyes scanning your body for any signs of injury.

"Are you hurt? Oh God, there's blood," he breathes, and before you can reply, he's reaching out to take your wounded hand in his and inspect it closer.

The feel of his fingers against your skin sends a tingling sensation up your spine, but you shake the feeling away and focus on explaining yourself. "I...I was just passing by and...I tried to grab it, but it fell, and—I didn't mean for it to—"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," Eddie murmurs, and without hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a clean handkerchief. He wraps it around your bleeding hand and ties it tight, his movements gentle and careful. "I'll talk to Mr. Harrington about it, okay? It's not your fault."

"I—no. It was all me. Don't...you shouldn't get involved, you'll end up getting in trouble too."

Eddie smiles softly, his dark eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. "You're sweet, but...it's okay. I've been a servant here for a longer time. I know how to deal with this. You don't need to worry, okay?"

Unable to form words, you stare at Eddie and wonder why he's being so kind to you. It's true that the two of you have grown close over the past few years—close enough that you'd even consider him your friend—but still...this isn't his fault, and he shouldn't feel the need to take the blame for you.

"Eddie, I—"

He blushes and drops his gaze, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. "Go clean up, okay? I'll handle it."

And with that, Eddie carefully picks up the broken shards of the vase and disappears down the hall.

For the next days, you can't seem to stop thinking about what happened. The guilt eats away at your insides, twisting and turning until you feel physically sick. Eddie had taken the punishment for you, from what you've heard — a severe deduction from his pay and the threat of getting fired, along with extra cleaning duties.

You had tried to protest, to tell Mr. Harrington that it was truly an accident and that you could handle the consequences yourself, but Eddie wouldn't let you. He'd taken on everything, saying that the vase had slipped off the pedestal as he was cleaning it, and that he'd been the clumsy and careless one, leaving you in the clear.

You hated it.

It was the reason you couldn't seem to sleep, couldn't seem to eat or even breathe. Every waking moment was haunted by the memory of his soft and understanding voice, the warmth of his fingers against your own, the smell of his hair lingering in the air long after he'd gone, like a ghost haunting your thoughts and—

"God, sweetheart, you look terrible," Eddie says one day as you make your way through the castle corridors. "When was the last time you had a good night of sleep, huh?"

You blush, self-consciously touching your hair and wishing you looked even a fraction better than you did. "I-I'll pay you back, you know. I promise."

Eddie frowns, tilting his head in confusion. "Pay me back?"

"For...for taking the punishment for me. I'll do double my duties, and with the extra payment—"

"Woah, wait...you want to do extra work so you can...give it to me? What? That doesn't even make any sense. I didn't take the punishment so you'd repay me for it, you know."

"But it was my fault," you argue. "And it's only right that I—"

"How's your hand?"

"I don't...what?"

Blinking in confusion, you look down to where your hand is neatly wrapped in gauze. You had accidently re-opened the wound a few days back while running some errands for your lady, but it had mostly healed by now, though it would surely scar.

"Is it feeling better? That was a nasty cut," Eddie asks, moving closer so he can reach out and inspect your palm. He takes your hand carefully, as if you're made of glass, gingerly unwrapping the bandage and scanning the sensitive skin with his eyes. His touch sends an electric buzz under your skin, a longing unfurling in your belly that you force yourself to ignore.

"Oh, uhm, yes. I'm fine," you reply, trying to calm the sudden rush of heat that's flooded your cheeks. "But—Eddie, please. If you won't take the extra payment, then please, just let me do some of your chores or—"

"No. Why would I do that?"

"Why would you not?!"

Eddie laughs, shaking his head and giving you a crooked smile. "Sweetheart, I told you—I did what I did because I wanted to. Because I'm your friend and...I like seeing you happy. Seeing you upset over this whole thing is worse than a month's worth of cleaning duties, honestly."

You frown, biting the inside of your cheek and staring down at the polished tile beneath your feet. "Still, it doesn't feel right, you taking the blame and...punishment for me. I can't stand the thought of you getting in trouble because of something I did, especially when it's...it's not your fault, and you shouldn't have to—"

"I don't think of it as punishment."

"You don't?"

You look up, watching as Eddie's chocolate eyes seem to sparkle in the dim light of the candle-lit hallway. "I've been here longer than you. It would've been much worse if you'd taken the fall."

Eddie's fingers are gentle and warm against your own, his calloused hands brushing over your palm with a feather-light touch. You watch as he carefully wraps the gauze around the wound again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he secures the fabric tightly.

"I think you're being too kind to me," you murmur, feeling your heart race as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face. "I don't deserve it."

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head and stepping back with a sigh. "What if I have an ulterior motive?"

You frown, tilting your head in confusion. "Ulterior motive?"

"Mhm. What if I'm only doing it so you'll see how good I am and fall madly in love with me? Hmm?"

You blush, unable to form words as Eddie grins mischievously. "I—you—what?"

"Kidding, sweetheart, I'm kidding," Eddie says with a chuckle, reaching out to gently pat your head. "I'm just trying to make you smile, that's all."

"Well, you're very good at it."

"You think so?"

"Yes," you breathe, surprised by the sudden sincerity in your voice. "I'm glad we're friends, Eddie."

"Me too, sweetheart."

After that night, you couldn't seem to get those stupid words out of your head.

Eddie had been joking, of course. The two of you were close, but he didn't have feelings for you. Of course not. Not like that. How could he? How could someone as sweet and handsome and wonderful as him like you of all people, when there were so many other girls who were prettier, with more money and manners than you could ever hope to achieve?

You sigh and return your focus to where you're meant to be helping your lady get dressed, dutifully lacing the ties of her corset and giving them a good tug.

You know that he'd meant it in good fun. Know that he had most likely forgotten about it as soon as he'd said it—but for whatever reason, you can't seem to.

It's so annoying.

You love Eddie. He is your friend, of course. And while you both had never broached any territory close to a romantic relationship, you aren't stupid or blind. You aren't oblivious enough to the way his dark eyes seem to linger on you for a little too long. To how he holds the door open and gently touches the small of your back whenever the two of you are walking through the castle or descending the grand staircase.

God, you could go on and on and on about him.

"Miss, you seem rather distracted," your lady remarks, causing you to flush with embarrassment. "Did you tie my corset too tight, by chance?"

"Oh—I'm sorry, my lady," you reply, shaking yourself from your thoughts and adjusting the laces once more. "There—how is that?"

"Much better."

After helping her into her dress and pinning her hair into place, you follow her out of her chambers and down the corridor to the grand staircase, where a few other servants are already waiting for her. Tonight you and most of the other servants will finally have some time to yourselves — the family you serve is going to be attending a lavish dinner party with many other high-class members of society.

They're going to be gone for most of the night, and though usually you'd look forward to this sort of thing, you can't seem to muster the same excitement as usual.

You just aren't...feeling it tonight.

You sigh and make your way down the stairs, where the front doors have just opened and your lady and her husband are now heading out to their carriages. Once they're all gone, the rest of the servants will enjoy their rare free time as well, either staying in their quarters or heading into the town. Maybe that's what you should do, you think; go into town and distract yourself from your confusing thoughts about a certain valet, now that you have the luxury of time on your hands and no expectations of anyone.

"Miss, you seem a little flushed. Are you feeling well?" Eddie asks mischievously, stepping up behind you and reaching out to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

You jump, startled by the sudden touch and turning to look up at Eddie with a huff. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me like that. You scared me half to death."

"Oh, did I?" Eddie asks, and the corners of his lips twitch upwards into a crooked grin. "Sorry about that."

You roll your eyes and try to suppress the sudden butterflies in your stomach. God, how could you have let yourself fall for someone like him, anyway? He'll be the death of you.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, er...no," you murmur, suddenly feeling very flustered. "I was just lost in thought. I suppose you're also staying?"

"Staying?"

"Here."

Eddie makes a confused face, tilting his head in an adorable expression of perplexity. "Where would I go?"

You frown. It seems unlike Eddie to not find some sort of adventure in the rare and little free time you're given; he's always the first one eager to ride out to town and spend a free evening gambling and drinking with his friends, but this time, he doesn't seem eager to go anywhere at all.

"You...don't want to head into town with the others?" you ask, unsure of whether or not you're prying too much. "I heard the pubs are having a sale on ale and—"

Eddie sighs, running a hand through his curly dark locks and shrugging his shoulders. "Eh. I'm not in the mood, I guess."

You tilt your head, intrigued by his sudden change in behavior. Usually, he's the life of the party, the one who brings a room together with his energy and humor, but now, he seems almost...dejected.

"Eddie, is everything alright? Did something—"

"Fine," he replies a little too quickly, his voice sounding strained. He gives you a forced smile and reaches out to gently touch your shoulder. "Just tired, that's all."

You frown, unconvinced. "If there's something bothering you, you can always—"

"Sweetheart, don't worry, okay?" Eddie murmurs, his dark eyes sparkling in the dim light of the entrance hall. He leans closer, his fingers gently grazing over your cheek, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat. "Promise."

Before you can say anything else, he's turning on his heel and heading towards the back staircase, his valet uniform swishing behind him as he goes.

You blink, your fingers lightly touching where his hand had been moments before. The sudden brush of his skin had sent electric shocks throughout your body, a heat building up inside your belly that you can't seem to get rid of.

"Excuse me," one of the maids whispers as she walks by, startling you from your trance. "I need to clear this hallway."

"Oh, um...sorry," you reply, flustered. "I'll get out of the way."

By the time you reach the servants quarters, most of the staff that had received permission to go out has already left. Most of the doors are closed, and the sound of chatter and footsteps and laughter fades out into the distance as you head towards your bedroom and gently shut the door behind you.

Your share your room with three other girls, but none of them are anywhere to be seen now.

Thank God.

You sigh, the dull roar of your thoughts finally starting to quiet down as you sit at your small desk and lean your head against the back of the chair.

You can't stop thinking about what had just happened.

Can't stop thinking about the sudden flirtatious behavior and the way Eddie had brushed his fingers against your cheek with a gentleness that made your knees buckle.

With a long, exhausted sigh, you rise to your feet and slowly start to unpin your hair from its tight bun. You replace your uniform with a simple cotton dress, comfortable enough for a night of light reading and...

A knock at your door jolts you from your thoughts.

"Hey, uh...sweetheart?"

You pause, blinking in confusion and taking a few tentative steps towards the door. "Eddie?"

It can't be.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Is something wrong?"

Eddie chuckles softly on the other side of the door, his voice sounding muffled by the heavy oak. "No, nothing's wrong. I, um...I found a jar of wine in the pantry that Mr. Harrington doesn't know about. Thought you might wanna join me?"

You bite your lip, a wave of nerves rushing through your body as you slowly reach out for the door handle. He shouldn't be here and you definitely shouldn't open the door.

But some things are easier said than done.

You carefully turn the knob and pull it back.

He looks downright sinful, his valet uniform unbuttoned at the collar, a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, dark eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of the hallway.

He holds the jar in his hand, the liquid sloshing around inside and giving off a slight spicy aroma that you can almost already taste on your tongue.

Male servants like Eddie are strictly forbidden from coming anywhere near the women's quarters, and if someone were to find you, it would be a hell of a lot of trouble for both of you.

"I—are you insane?" you whisper, unsure of whether to shut the door in his face or let him in. "If the housekeeper—"

"Come on, sweetheart, live a little. It'll be fun," Eddie murmurs, stepping closer and leaning forward so his face is level with yours. "Trust me."

You stare at him for a few more tense moments, your heart racing and your palms sweaty against the cool brass handle of the door.

Finally, you swallow thickly and step back, making room for Eddie to come inside.

As soon as he crosses the threshold, you shut the door quickly and lean back against it, waiting for the sound of footsteps or yelling or anything that would indicate the presence of another servant or staff member.

"Chill, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs with a smirk, carefully opening the window a crack and lighting a match to ignite a few candles. "Nobody's gonna come looking for us. Everyone's gone."

"Mrs. Byers is not, no," you argue, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff. Most of the time, you like the housekeeper; she is the closest thing to a motherly figure in your life right now. But she's also incredibly strict when it comes to rules. "She's probably somewhere lurking, as always."

Eddie chuckles softly, winking playfully in your direction. "Well, then we'll have to keep it down."

"Oh, for God's sake. Just open it already."

Carefully, Eddie pries the cork off the jar of wine and takes a swig, a grin playing on his lips. He takes a few steps towards you, holding the bottle out for you to take.

"Want some?"

"It's bad for your liver."

"Everything in life is bad for your liver," Eddie replies, tilting his head to the side. "C'mon, sweetheart. It's good."

You glance down at the bottle, taking in the sweet scent of dark cherries and spices, the bright purple liquid swirling around inside like a whirlpool.

You reach out, your fingers brushing against Eddie's as you take the jar and lift it to your lips, taking a sip.

The taste is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's sweet and tart and spicy and rich, all at the same time, with an intense burst of flavor on your tongue that you never thought possible.

Feeling your skin warm, you hand the jar back to Eddie and watch as he drinks deeply, his eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the candlelight.

"Are you sure no one will miss this?" you ask, glancing down at the bottle and wondering how expensive it might've been. "What if Mr. Harrington finds out?"

"He won't. Not if we don't make too much of a fuss," Eddie replies, his voice growing softer. "I bet nobody's even thought to look for it. And besides, he wouldn't know it was us anyway."

You cross your arms, raising a challenging brow as you sit on the edge of your bed. "How can you be so sure?"

"There's plenty of wine in the cellar," Eddie counters with a grin, putting his hands up as if he's surrendering. "I didn't steal all his wine. I merely took one that was already there."

"Don't take anymore."

"No promises."

"Eddie."

"Sweetheart."

The nickname sends a rush of heat to your cheeks and you shake your head, fighting a smile as you smooth the fabric of your dress.

He takes a swig of the wine, never taking his eyes off you, and leans back against the wall, the familiar scent of him drifting towards you like a wave of summer air.

"It's good, isn't it?" Eddie asks, cocking his head to the side. "And you're, ah...you're really pretty tonight."

You roll your eyes and try not to look too affected, pushing the stupid fluttery feelings back down into your stomach and stomping them out like tiny little sparks. "Are you already drunk?" you ask, chuckling.

"Pfft, no."

"Then why are you suddenly talking nonsense?"

"It's not nonsense," Eddie protests, his ears turning red. He shakes his head and moves closer, setting the wine jar down on the desk and rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you're...really great, sweetheart. Really amazing. In every single way."

"Uh-huh, sure."

You look away, pretending to be interested in something else so that Eddie doesn't have a chance to read the emotions on your face and pick up on all of the pent-up love for him you've stored inside for the last months — love that is, you've decided, better off locked up tightly in the chest in the corner and never spoken aloud.

He looks different in the soft and sultry orange glow of the low-burning candle, though — his curls illuminated by the light, his dark eyes sparkling, his soft lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Hey."

Eddie sits down beside you, and the heat of his body radiates outward and dances across your skin like the waves of a flickering flame.

He smells clean and warm and fragrant, like soap and fresh laundry.

You lean closer, looking up at him through your lashes and watching as he nervously wrings his hands together.

"You know," Eddie murmurs, smiling gently. "You make my life a lot more interesting than it used to be."

"Are you suggesting I cause you a lot of trouble, then?"

"Not at all," he replies, laughing softly and looking back up at you, his expression softening. "More like...just makes me wanna keep coming back to you, over and over. Even when I don't have to. And especially when I need someone to talk to."

You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you let his words sink in. "Is that why you're here right now? To talk?"

He blinks, his tongue swiping out over his lower lip as his gaze drops to your mouth. "Are you drunk, by any chance, sweetheart? Be honest."

"Why would you—"

"Because I'm about to kiss you, and I want you to be sober."

His words come out breathless, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as your lips part in surprise.

"I am...not drunk," you reply, holding his gaze and leaning closer, your hands tingling from his sudden proximity. "I'm entirely in my right mind. Definitely."

He grins crookedly. "Really?"

"Really."

"So, if I did..."

Eddie's voice trails off as he inches forward, his eyes lidding slightly as he moves closer and closer and...

He stops, his nose inches from yours, and the tips of his long fingers gently brush over your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. "This okay?"

"Yes," you manage, your voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

"Good."

His lips are soft when they finally brush against yours, gentle and warm and inviting, and you inhale sharply, feeling yourself go weak in the knees.

He tastes like spice and cherry, and you reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, your head spinning as he kisses you back with equal fervor, his hand gently cupping the back of your neck to keep you steady.

You gasp softly, his teeth grazing over your lip and sending a shock of electricity through your core, and you reach out, your fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as you hold onto him for dear life.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, panting softly as he finally pulls away. "God, that was good."

"It was," you whisper, looking up at him and biting your lip. "Worth the wait."

"Wait, what?" Eddie asks, raising a brow.

You blink, realizing you'd said that last part out loud and instantly wanting to crawl under the bed and die. "Uhm...nothing."

"Oh, please," he murmurs, smirking. "Tell me more. Did you have to wait a long time for this to happen, sweetheart? Hmm?"

"Absolutely not," you reply a little too quickly. "Forget I said anything."

"Nope, not letting you get away with that. What are you trying to hide, huh? How long have you been harboring secret feelings for me?"

"You're ridiculous."

"Am I?"

You lean back, your body screaming in protest as Eddie gently pushes you back onto the pillows and straddles your hips. He's heavier than you realized, and his fingers are calloused from years of work, but the mere thought of him touching you sends goosebumps up and down your arms and legs.

"Do you like me?" he whispers, his lips brushing against your neck and sending sparks down your spine. "Hmm?"

"Eddie, we—"

"Please, just...just tell me. At least let me hear you say it."

He pulls back, his eyes searching yours as he waits for you to answer. Your heart is racing, blood rushing through your ears and making you lightheaded and dizzy.

"I...no," you whisper, grinning when he raises a brow and scoffs. "Fine. Maybe. Only a little bit."

"Liar."

"Okay. More than a little bit. Maybe...maybe, I even love you, alright? Jesus. There, I said it."

Eddie's jaw drops, his pupils blown wide. "What, seriously?"

"Oh, alright, get off of me. I'm done with you."

"Hey, no, wait, wait, wait, I'm sorry," he breathes, grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms above your head. "Don't—don't go anywhere."

"Eddie."

"Shh."

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning over your lips and making you weak in the knees. "What?" you rasp, struggling against his grip, stubborn in your attempts to stay mad.

"You love me, hm?" he muses, smiling brightly and making your heart skip a beat.

"I take it back."

"You're not allowed to," he breathes, his mouth barely an inch away from yours. "That's not how it works, sweetheart. Sorry."

"You're very annoying."

"And you're very pretty when you're frustrated," he murmurs, brushing his lips over yours. "I...love you too, in case you didn't know."

"You what?"

"Love you," he repeats, his cheeks flushing pink. "Madly. Desperately. Quite embarrassingly, in fact, sweetheart."

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. "Really?

"Really," Eddie breathes, kissing you softly once more. "Shoulda kissed you the second I met you. Wish I had."

"Well," you murmur. "I suppose you'll just have to make up for lost time, won't you?"

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Any fics with undersail sans

or with Farm sans as a character and not just a love interest?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Firsts and Seconds by skerb (Mature, Incomplete)

Sans (who goes by 'Sticks') has had a good life; he and his brother inherited their grandfather's small farm and things are going well. There's nice people around, no shortage of things to do, and the satisfaction of seeing the land flourish to life every year is a reward itself... ... ...that is, until he stumbles upon something no one ever expects to find in their field one autumn evening while Papyrus is in town. [[General CW: this fic deals with starvation recovery, so please take care as you proceed. 💗]] (rottencrop slowburn recovery fic ♥)

Compost for this Rib Cage Garden by WrittenNovelty (Not Rated, Complete)

The mythos of death would always be associated with melancholy and loneliness. Of loss, coldness, and grief. Mortals would look to it with fear, Gods with begrudging acceptance. Death itself, at least one-half of it, saw himself as the necessary evil all else claimed him to be. The one good thing he’d ever touched in his life, the one person who’d believed in him… Was gone. --- What the world had become when she’d… There was a grunt below, causing Reaper to refocus as the skeleton below cracked his back and peered up at the hazy orange ball the sun had become. Their gazes almost seemed to lock, the soft green held within the mortal’s a painfully familiar color. They seemed to stare right at him. “Uh… Howdy there stranger. Watcha doin’ way up there?” The other called. Reaper’s chest filled with ice as he turned to see who the other could be speaking to. It couldn’t be him. Yet, he was as alone as ever. He twirled back around to see the other had waved his hands around, seemingly just as startled.

Tapping the Font by skerb (Explicit, Complete)

“Say,” Sans murmurs, his voice roughed out. “Might’ve forgot to ask… Hey’tap. It’s just a spice, right..?” It’s not like Axe had been hiding it. It’s right in the name. “Heat tap,” he corrects, careful to pronounce both T’s this time. “Brings heat.” Sans blinks at the simplicity of his answer, then finally grins. “Wow,” he snickers almost amicably. “That’s one way to do it.” Axe returns his grin. “Said you could handle it.” -- Wherein a miscommunication results in Axe (enthusiastically) weathering Sticks's heat. :)

Two And A Calf Men by silverryu25 (General Audiences, Complete)

Sans and Papyrus bought a farm when they arrived on the surface but despite Papy’s hopes it didn’t help Sans feel better. Could a “temporary” addition to their little family help both brothers heal and live happier lives?

RealAgeAU by @ancientschampionau (Not Rated, Incomplete)

A series of drabbles covering the events of Nightmare being reverted to his uncorrupted form while the gang tries to raise him.

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BNHA All Might 2.0 - xXDiamond_AraXx

I couldn’t stay with my arms closed U_U Toshi needed to HAVE something in the ribs, that could possibly resemble his scar in that part, sOO i foud this cracked star.......perfect >:3 SO VERSION 2.0 HERE WE GOooO

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All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗

Poses

First pic poses by @j-e-n-n-e-h ♥ FRESH START ♥

Second pic by @juupo45 Male Secondary Poses♥

Modeling Trait poses

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[twice-jangmii]

★ 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 .

— ♥︎ —

INVOLVED:

jihyo & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

HyoMi, JiJang

CONTACT NAME:

eomma hyo ★

FAN VIEW:

onces see them as one of the most chaotic ships out of the group but also a mother-daughter kind of relationship.

REALITY:

everything that the fans see is literally true. jangmi goes to jihyo for advice a lot of the times. even when there’s negativity, she goes to the leader and asks how she should handle it.

HYOMI/JIJANG THINGS!

• both always accidentally hitting each other in the chest (mainly jangmi to jihyo 💀)

• play fighting

• falling asleep together

• jihyo protecting jangmi when she has a wardrobe malfunction (or just protecting in general)

• cuddling/hugging 24/7

• jihyo being overprotective

INVOLVED:

nayeon & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

JANGMEON/JANGMON

CONTACT NAME:

nayeon-ah 🎀

FAN VIEW:

fans see nami as any other close friendship. they’ve been close since jangmi joined the group back in 2017. nayeon welcomed her with open arms. literally. she would constantly hug jangmi even though they didn’t really know each other yet. big sister yeon!

JANGMEON THINGS!

• hugs (since debut 😭)

• sharing food

• also sharing clothes…

• nayeon doing jangmi’s makeup

• usually being seat partners on the plane

INVOLVED:

jeongyeon & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

MiJeong

CONTACT NAME:

unnie 💞💗🙏🏽

FAN VIEW:

fans see jeongyeon as jangmi’s actual big sister. they do almost everything together and protect eachother at all costs. jeongyeon calls jangmi her sister and tells everyone that’s her sister.

MIJEONG THINGS!

• jeongyeon saying ‘my sister’ or ‘my little sister’ when talking about jangmi

• going to the gym together (jangmi, jeongyeon, and jihyo)

• jangmi taking jeongyeon’s hoodies

• jangmi giving her jewelry, mainly earrings

• jeongyeon buying her albums

• also taking her clothes shopping

INVOLVED:

momo & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

JaMo / MoJang

CONTACT NAME:

- 🍑💗

FAN VIEW:

just your average sibling pair again.. these two are always teasing each other, on and off camera.

JAMO/MOJANG THINGS!

• trading or trying eachother’s food

• momo randomly speaking to jangmi in japanese 😭

• jangmi understands ???

• also her speaking to jangmi in english and she’s like 😟

• momo teaching her japanese as well, and vice versa

• dance covers together

• simping over fuji kaze 😫

• staying up late, watching netflix and eating all the food in the dorm 💀

• taking eachother’s pics pt. 1

• getting dolled up together

INVOLVED:

sana & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

SaMi

CONTACT NAME:

ナナ 🩵. (nana)

FAN VIEW:

a lot of fans ship these two as a joke. they’re seen as a married couple who are so in love and do everything together (as a joke of course) but they really are best friends (just like all of them) and love eachother very much.

SAMI THINGS!

• hugs 24/7

• loads of compliments towards eachother

• “looking good, honey”

• conversations in japanese (sometimes)

• going shopping for sunglasses and clothes

• sana being fascinated by jangmi’s curls

• smiling at eachother during stages

• jangmi calling sana ‘ 咲く’ (bloom in japanese)

• taking jangmi’s pics pt. 2

• silly little nicknames for eachother 😜

INVOLVED:

mina & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

2Mi

CONTACT NAME:

MINARI 💜

FAN VIEW:

another pair that calls themselves siblings. they’re with eachother constantly (they all are) but jangmi also looks up to mina and sees her as a second mother almost. or older sister.

2MI THINGS!

• holding hands/linking arms 24/7

• mina buying clothes for jangmi

• mina not liking anyone that jangmi dates 😭

• mina giving jangmi tough love

[had to combine the last three’s photos because of the media limit]

INVOLVED:

dahyun & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

DaangMi

CONTACT NAME:

Dubu ♥︎

FAN VIEW:

fans see jangmi and dahyun as the sneaky duo. like literally sneaky. they’ll pull pranks or just crack jokes without anyone knowing.

DAANGMI THINGS!

• cracking jokes (sometimes corny)

• inside jokes with eachother

• fighting over sweaters

• baking (gone wrong)

• dahyun pulling pranks on jangmi

INVOLVED:

chaeyoung & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

ChaengMi

CONTACT NAME:

Chaeng ✌🏽

FAN VIEW:

this duo is viewed as the savage pair. they always give off pop star vibes or girl boss when with eachother (or even when they’re apart).

CHAENGMI THINGS!

• shopping together (online and in-stores)

• borrowing clothes or accessories

• chae being protective when jangmi dates (her and mina to the rescue 😭)

• taking selfies/having whole photoshoots

• chaeyoung buying jangmi food even when she isn’t hungry (she’s always telling jangmi to eat good)

• chae feeding her

• fashion shows at home!

INVOLVED:

tzuyu & jangmi

SHIP NAME:

ZuMi

CONTACT NAME:

츄이! 🍪 (chewie)

FAN VIEW:

tzuyu and jangmi are the evil maknae duo. just like jangmi and dahyun, they’re very sneaky.

ZUMI THINGS!

• both flirting with fans

• jangmi helping tzuyu when she feels down or not confident

• giving eachother makeovers

• jangmi trying to hook tzuyu up with everyone she thinks is cute 😭 (usually is unsuccessful)

• both being sneaky pt2

[the-blind-geisha]

✨💗 :3

Which fanfiction are you most proud of and why? It is a tie between Devil's Contract and Demon King of the Desert.

Contract, some people enjoyed the darker atmosphere and liked how the Stockholm Syndrome was portrayed. I always worry of writing such things, as I don't want the message to get lost. So knowing I did good with showing a darker message without glorifying it or sexualizing it means a lot. ♥

Demon King, a lot of folks are leaning on it during tough times it seems right now. And I feel that's a big accomplishment to have that be a comfort fic for a lot of folks. What started as my comfort fic turned into other peoples' comfort fic. So that's wonderful. ♥

If you were purely making a fic for yourself, without fear of what other readers would think about it, what would you write?

Actually, now that you brought this up again...

These two were just 'spur of the moment art pieces I did, but I would like to write a crack-fic where Demiurge meets and rescues Oreana from the brothel... but.. with a deal.

And if I don't use her, I wouldn't mind using my blind geisha, Layla'ne.

[pompompinkyy]

Mother’s Day gifts from my oldest♥︎

The answers he gave crack me up & are sweet

——-

My favorite thing to do with my mom

Play Fortnite

My mom taught me

How to speak 😂😂

My moms favorite place is

Build a bear

My mom always says

Ee eer

I want my mom to know

She’s cracked at Fortnite 😂

My mom is happiest when

I’m happy

My mom loves

Coffe

My moms favorite food is

Dove chocolate

I love this about my mom

She is very nice

I love my mom because

She does whatever she can to make me happy

💗

[puppy-phum]

Did I read it correctly you would like some crack edit? Well how about Oh (Nanon Character from My dear loser) and Bank (Ohm character from Club Sapan Fine 2) with the twilight quote „And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.“ (doesn’t have to be the whole quote only the first bit is fine as well!! I hope you find it is funny as I do other wise I am sorry!!!)

I love your edits and I am looking forward to all your new edits 💗💞

hello anon! and thank you so much for this wonderful, wonderful crack prompt :'D i had a blast with it!

if you happen to see this, here's your gift!

i cackled so loudly once i saw this prompt so yes, i found it very funny! am very fond of oh and getting to use him in this was so nice ♥ bank, on the other hand, is very new to me as i've never watched the silliness of club sapan fine 2, but i can see the connection! very fitting. i hope this is anything you imagined getting!

have a wonderful day and once again, thank you for letting me do this!

[mo2k]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧!! ♡

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 : Haikyuu!!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : All x fem reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Slight cursed words, very little crack, and, just some overbearing fluff

𝐀/𝐧 : The tittle literally said it all but happy halloween everybody!! <3 purposely posting this at night ‘cause if not then it won’t be s p o o k y ✧ (although it’s got nothing that is spooky at all istg 💀 —)

— You dressed up as (your choice of costumes) and come over to your s/o house to see their reaction

☽ Would pet your head while smiling, saying sweet things like “I love you” or “You’re so cute” 🥺💗

; Ushijima, Hirugami, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Semi, Kita, Suna, Aran

☽ Would give you as many sweets as you want, most likely will bribe you with food or something to make you wear costumes more often 😬

; Atsumu, Oikawa, Osamu (silently), Bokuto, Goshiki, Tendou, Kuroo, Suna

☽ Would have so much fun dressing costumes with you! It’ll probably be a very fun night! You guys might be engage in activities like watching movies, go out for a trick or treat, or maybe even throw a halloween party!

; Sugawara, Hinata, Lev, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu

— When watching thriller / horror movies | tv shows with you

☽ Bring the snacks, drinks, blankets, pillows, himself (obviously 😂) for cuddles!!

; Sugawara, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kuroo, Bokuto, Yaku, Kenma, Oikawa, Tendou, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Suna, Hirugami, Ushijima

☽ Will jump during jumpscare / scary scenes (They might scream or fling away things e.g. popcorn or the pillows too… or even throw themselves in your arms oml XD)

; Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Yaku, Kuroo, Lev, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou, Goshiki, Shirabu, Semi, Sakusa, Atsumu, Osamu

☽ Won’t jump, and they actually are the one who hold / comfort you in case you’re scared or jumped 🤡

; Daichi, Tsukkishima (although he act like he didn’t care — gotta smacked this boi a bit jsdfghjkl —), Kenma, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Ushijima, Semi (he both flinched & comfort you at the same time wtf —), Akaashi, Kita, Suna

☽ Would prefer watching family halloween movies | tv shows more

; Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Kenma, Akaashi, Ushijima, Atsumu, Kita

— Other hcs

☽ “Ahem instead of trick or treat, may I have your kiss instead?”

; Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Semi, Suna, Tendou, Atsumu, Aran

☽ Would jumpscare you just to see your reaction, and will definitely tease you afterwards, whether you flinched or not…

; Sugawara, Kuroo, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Tendou, Semi, Atsumu

☽ Would not shut up about how cute / how beautiful you look in your costumes, they’ll literally everybody that’s nearby or simply just walk past and will continue to praise and praise you to a degree that you’re embarrassed af

; Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata, Kuroo, Lev, Yamamoto, Yaku, Bokuto, Goshiki, Atsumu

☽ This group would love to compliment you as well! But it’s a lot more softer, they’ll shyly tugged you by your sleeve / the edge of your shirt, mumbling praises. Or they might timidly hold your pinkie, or hand if they were feeling bold

; Yamaguchi, Asahi, Kenma

☽ Isn’t really interested, but will come and have fun with you if you ask them

; Sakusa, Kita, Kageyama, Ushijima, Shirabu, Kunimi, Tsukishima, Osamu

☽ “What is halloween really? I’ve never known about that festival.” LIAR!!

; Tsukishima (the king of sarcasm and saltiness, oml —), Osamu, Shirabu, Sakusa

☽ Really have fun baking or cooking / trying some new halloween recipe!!

; Osamu, Sugawara, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Kita, Akaashi, Oikawa, Atsumu

☽ Lastly, “Happy halloween y/n! I love you!!”

; ME!! Shut up you bitches, y/n is mine!! 😝💖, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Sugawara, Kuroo, Kageyama, Hinata, Ushijima, Yamamoto, Bokuto, Atsumu

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♥︎

- 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐁𝐚𝐦 🦢🌙

[adcraball-a]

"OKAY SEVERAL GODS THAT LIVE IN MY BACKYARD I NEED THAT TWINK OBLITERATED"

[sweetness-pop]

Okay! Nintendo can you just make these 4 lovely, beautiful, tough & sexy furry ladies form their own team, & create a T-rated spin-off SF game starring them?!

Krystal x Fox!🦊💙🧡🦊

Katt x Falco!🐈💜💙🐦

Amanda x Slippy!🐸♥💚🐸

& PLZ make..........Lucy x Bill!🐇💗💘🐕

Furry Girl Power!✊🏽🦊🐱💘💋🐸🐰🌟

[amalthea9]

For the ask: 37: Best-looking overall? ( In Hornblower) I know, it´s gonna be Styles BUT please explain why♥

I´d love to hear!

*smiles and blushes* aaaww you asking me to explain why Styles is the best-looking to me makes me so happy.💖 but also nervous as I try to present my case🤣

*clears throat*

His smile.

It can be so cheeky

or heart-melting:

(Seriously, I see that smile and I'm a blushing mess trying to hide in a pillow.😳🤭)

His eyes, because they seem to change from green to sea green and it's just beautiful to me. I thought for a while they were only sea green, but at one point I realized they're green and then just change at times. 😍

His hair is so messy and looks soft af to me guh. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS LONG HAIR IN MUTINY AND RETRIBUTION FUUUUCK.😈😍💖

I guess to me, the best looking is the one who wouldn't even place in that category by Hollywood standards.💗

I remember the first time I saw Styles, I regret to say I wasn't attracted to him( then again I was smitten with David Warner and was waiting for him to appear in the show).

But falling for Styles was like cracking open a geode.

At some point I was just like: *gasp* oh... he's beautiful!😳*shy smile* Oh shit...I'm in love. Oh God I'm hopelessly in love. 💞💞💞

Anyways, I loved getting asked this one, both by @captain-dad and by @aragarna too! Thank you both!🤗

[bnbc]

❣️💗 for Kou and Goro? ♥

thanx for asking <3

❣️

When did your OC first realise they were in love? How did they react to the realisation?

Kou isn’t… let’s say “thinking type’ and she certainly had no time to reflect on her feelings. So she just caught herself treating Goro differently than her other friends and chooms and was like “oh damn” xD It happened not long before rooftop recon, so right after she sent him that straightforward message “feeling lonely? I can come wink wink” and got rejected xD

and probably that was the moment when she fully realized how deep she was into him, but no means no, and she respects this xD

bonus: there was also a moment when she saw Goro as a human being for the first time, ‘cause after Konpeki events she was so crushed and disoriented and didn’t know what to do, and there was this damn suit pushing her to work with him, and she saw him as just another obstacle on her way

so imagine her walking down North Side street, tired, scared, and in addition, she has to crack this stupid code with foxes and bamboo xD she was irritated, but as soon as she got this iconic “go fuck yourself” message she just stood in the middle of a crosswalk like “oh wow is he a human too or what?” xD

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Describe your OC’s partner(s) from their point of view! What do they really think about them?

“Goro? Oh well… where to start? He’s handsome ok? And don’t call me shallow, have you seen him? I mean… ugh.

Look, he’s a stubborn idiot, but he’s mine stubborn idiot, and I would die for him any time. And he will be pissed of course, he protects me way too much. Tho actually it’s him who needs to be protected. Man doesn’t understand life, I mean, real-life like AT ALL.

You know what he said lately? “V, we need to pay taxes.” TAXES, MAN. I had to explain that the money we give local Tiger’s boss is our taxes.

I just can’t, dude, I love him so much.”

[rinneqan]

Remember that one filler with the kurama clan? could you do some headcanons of kakashi with a fem!reader from the kurama clan please? 💗💗💗

hatake kakashi and a kurama clan reader headcanons!

a/n: thank you for requesting anon!!! i definitely enjoyed planning and writing these hc’s and i hope i did them justice 💗

masterlist ♥︎

After your clan had begun to fade from existence, you decided to begin to go on missions and begged the Fifth Hokage to let you join a squad. She agreed since she knew the power of your kekkei genkai and genjutsu.

You were doing absolutely fine on these missions until Tsunade placed you on a team with Kakashi for a reconnaissance mission.

While on the mission, you two were ambushed and it quickly became overwhelming. You used your kekkei genkai in retaliation. It wasn’t often you used your kekkei genkai due to the strain it put on you, but the situation was dire.

You were overwhelmed and didn’t pay attention to where your jutsu was cast and Kakashi fell victim to it. While wandering around in your genjutsu, he could hear your muffled cries and screams echoing. He quickly ran to you and found you huddled on the ground with your head between your knees.

"Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?!" He shook your body back and forth to try to get your attention. You quickly scooted away from him, trying to keep your distance.

"Don’t get close to me! I’ll hurt you Kakashi, you know it! You’re already in my genjutsu." Your voice cracked and you inhaled sharply. "I don’t want to hurt you Kakashi.”

He ignored your pleas and walked closer to your crying figure. He pulled you into his arms and you began to cry even more. “You won’t hurt me, Y/N. I know you won’t.”

You hated using your kekkei genkai. Whenever it activated, you could feel little pieces of yourself being taken away each time. You were so afraid of hurting your comrades. You knew the horrors of your abilities. Eventually, exhaustion took over your body and you slumped against the male. Your illusions faded away and Kakashi carried you back to Konoha.

After the incident you had on the mission, Kakashi wanted to help you control your jutsu and become a better shinobi. He understood the feeling of blaming yourself for the death of others, and he didn’t want you to feel the same way.

This consisted of many late training sessions between the two of you and an overall stronger bond. Even Tsunade could see how well the two of you worked together and opted to have the both of you work together in most scenarios.

When Kakashi was caught in Itachi’s tsukuyomi, you were distraught. You felt horrible for not being there to help, but you knew Kakashi would get on you for thinking that way so you vowed to help him as he did for you.

The bond between the two of you ran deep and it was founded on a mutual sense of respect and care for the other. Kakashi helped you overcome one of your greatest obstacles and you were eternally indebted to him, just as he was to you.

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

if youre still taking these then 💖 and the perfect date one that i can't copy and paste for some reason for sakyo?

Aaaa yes I am! Anything tagged as ‘#active ask game’ I take asks for! ( ＾∀＾) So as long as that’s in the tags we cool! Thank your the ask, I’ve been getting side stories for Sakyo like crazy so perfect timing on this ヽ(；▽；)ノ god i’m lov him so muchhhh

💗 - perfect date?

Our perfect date is, honestly, what our fifth date was. Sakyo had booked us a dinner at a fancy restaurant that night- a bit uncharacteristic for him, but he said he was really trying to impress me- and afterwards we went out for a walk somewhere quiet. Completely seperate from all the town’s usual buzz, and to get away from the light pollution to see the stars. Then we went to his place to watch a movie together, and he let me stay over, so we spent the time up until I fell asleep reading together. It was honestly perfect and I can’t think of a date better than that for us ♥︎

💖 - funniest moment?

Oh gosh this one’s a long one XD Sakyo makes me laugh just by interacting with the other actors in the different troupes, so we have tons, but I think the funniest is probably the first time he got jealous. We were planning our next script out, and Kazunari was getting into a semi-arguement with Masumi over which troupe would do it. It was going to be a retelling of Cinderella, and each one was pushing for their troupe to do it, since we agreed I’d be playing Cinderella as a ‘guest actress’. Sakyo was just boiling because they were arguing over who was my ‘prince’ and who ‘loved me more’ since they didn’t know me and Sakyo were together yet, lol. Eventually he just silenced the entire table with this murder glare and said ‘yeah no, the Autumn troupe is doing it and you’re going to have to put up with it’. Then he cast himself as the prince despite everyone being like ‘WHAT no you need to be the stepfather!!! You don’t act like a prince at all!!!! you’re yakuza you’d be perfect for the evil stepfather!!!’

Everyone got quiet fast though when he was like “okay sure, you want the prince role? then someone else is gong to be Cinderella because none of you are going to kiss my girlfriend.”

He kind of regretted saying that when the entire room just blew right up, everyone going crazy over the whole thing since they just… never knew we were dating at all lmao. Sakyo just slipped out of the room with me to avoid the noise when they weren’t looking, it was priceless. He also cracks a smile when I talk about it, so I think Saki finds it funny too.