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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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Eddie’s Easter Bucket

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: Not long after receiving custody of his 12 year old nephew, Eddie, Wayne Munson soon finds himself inventing a new family tradition for Easter.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Written for the Easter Event on the Eddie's Sluts Discord Server.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,453

For most of Eddie’s childhood, holidays were not really celebrated. With his mom gone and his dad always on the wrong side of the law, there wasn’t anyone around to make them into anything special.

Wayne picked up on this fairly early on after his nephew came to live with him. Outside of looking forward to the time off he got from school, Eddie was excited by little else. Even Christmas, normally the one holiday kids were the most rabid over, was barely a blip on the boy’s radar until Wayne surprised him with three small presents he managed to scrape up the money for.

Now that broke Wayne’s heart. Even with as dysfunctional as he and Ed’s parents were, holidays were always marked by some sort of acknowledgment, even if it was just something small. He decided right then that he would always do what he could to make holidays special for the boy.

Outside of Christmas and Eddie’s birthday, the other holiday Wayne liked to splurge on was Easter. Eddie had a bit of a sweet tooth and some of his favorite candies came out only during that time of year. So, as soon as Christmas was over, Wayne started setting money aside and soon a new Munson tradition was born: The Easter Bucket.

Initially, he was going to get Eddie an Easter basket, but when he went looking for one that first Easter with his nephew, he was shocked by just how much they cost. He had only expected them to be a dollar or two at most and didn’t have enough saved for both a basket AND the stuff to put in it. Finding himself in an unexpected predicament, Wayne started trying to think of a cheaper alternative to a basket.

Buckets, he suddenly realized, were free if you knew where to look. And he did know exactly where to look. Wayne was easily able to find a small plastic bucket that once contained roof nails, cleaned it up and used that instead.

Inside the bucket, Wayne shredded up some newspaper to act as Easter grass. Nestled in the shredded paper was a small chocolate bunny, a small bag of jelly beans, two Cadbury eggs and two Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. While the Cadbury and Reese’s were Eddie’s favorites, Wayne didn’t feel right not getting him a chocolate bunny and jelly beans, which had been the small Easter tradition when he was growing up. Both him and Eddie’s dad would get a small bag of jelly beans each and a small chocolate bunny to share.

Remembering those childhood Easter’s as he was assembling the bucket, Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle. These were some of his few good childhood memories. Since Ed was the older of the two, he usually ended up with most of the chocolate bunny, which always caused an argument which left someone crying.

“Damnit, boys!” Wayne recalled his mother’s voice griping at the two of them. “If you don’t cut out that damn fighting, y’all aren’t getting one next year!”

That always got them to calm down real fast.

Since Eddie was already 12 years old when he came to live with his uncle, Wayne wasn’t sure if the boy would even like the Easter Bucket. He knew there was the possibility that his nephew would claim to be too old for Easter.

But, instead, Eddie was very excited when he woke up on Easter morning to find the bucket his uncle had snuck onto his desk while he slept. It really caught Wayne off guard when his nephew came barreling out of his room to tackle him in a bear hug of thanks, not used to sudden bursts of affection from the boy, but it also made his day.

Every year after that, at some point on Easter, Eddie would find that same bucket sitting on his desk. While it would always have the same standard items that were in there year after year, some years there might be an extra Cadbury Egg or maybe something new if Wayne had a little extra money when Easter rolled around. One year, there was a bag of Reese’s Pieces added to the bucket. Another year, it was a Hershey’s chocolate bar. It just varied.

Once Eddie was in high school, Wayne figured it was only a matter of time before his nephew really did claim to be too old for Easter. But the Easter Bucket after freshman year was met with the same bear hug of thanks that it always was. Wayne saw no harm in continuing on with the little tradition since he rather enjoyed it himself, too, and so he kept at it.

Easter weekend of 1987 ended up bringing some momentous changes to the Munson household.

Eddie was moving out of the trailer and into your apartment with you.

The two of you had met at a party the previous spring break and immediately hit it off. It didn’t take long before you were dating and virtually inseparable outside of work. You were a perfect match. Now it was time for the next step of your relationship.

On Friday, you and Eddie finished packing his stuff, then stayed the night at the trailer to get an early start. The next day, Wayne helped out and, between his truck, Eddie’s van, and your car, almost everything got moved over within just a few hours.

Since Wayne was working a double on the holiday for the extra money and he needed to get some rest, the three of you stopped for the day by midafternoon. After a dinner of pizza freshly delivered from the Hut, Wayne went home for an early night and the two of you started unpacking Eddie’s things.

By the time you and your boyfriend got over to the trailer on Sunday to get the last of his things, Wayne had already left for work. But as soon as Eddie walked into his old room to finish packing, his eyes landed on his old dresser and he broke into a grin.

Just like every year on Easter, there on the top of the dresser was Eddie’s Easter Bucket.

But, unlike the years prior, there was a second, newer looking bucket sitting next to his.

The grin on Eddie’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. He walked over to the dresser and curiously looked inside the second bucket. It took him a second to register what he was seeing, but when he did, his face broke into a delighted smile.

“Hey Y/N?” he called over his shoulder towards the living room. “C’mere a minute!”

A few moments later, you came up the hall and into the bedroom.

“What’s up?” you asked.

Eddie stepped aside so you could see the dresser and he gestured towards the second bucket.

“Uncle Wayne left something for you,” he said, a happy smile on his face.

Curious yourself now, you walked over to the dresser and looked inside the buckets. While Eddie had told you about the traditional Easter Bucket, seeing the bucket wasn’t a surprise, but just like him, you were surprised by the second bucket.

Both of the buckets contained a chocolate bunny and a bag of jellybeans, one bucket had some of Eddie’s favorite candy tucked in the shredded newspaper, and the other contained some of your favorites.

You blinked in surprise, then looked up at Eddie’s beaming face.

“How did he know?” you asked.

“Uncle Wayne asked me what kind of candy you liked a few months back,” he said, eyes shining. “I forgot about it until now when I saw the bucket.”

With wide eyes you looked back down at the contents of bucket. You felt your cheeks heating up with a blush at Wayne’s gesture.

At the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship, his uncle had initially been wary of you. Over the years, Wayne had become a bit protective of his nephew, especially once the bullying by the town got bad. Sometimes that resulted in him coming across as cold towards you. Despite Eddie’s reassurances to the contrary, you worried that Wayne didn’t like you and didn’t approve of the relationship.

Presently, your boyfriend gently elbowed you in the ribs.

“See?” Eddie said, his voice happy and excited. “Told ya. It just takes him a bit to warm up to people. He was the same way with the guys in the band until he got to know them better.”

Still speechless, you looked up at Eddie with a dumbfounded expression on your face that made him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around you then and pulled you in for a hug before kissing you on the forehead.

“Happy Easter, sweetheart," he said, squeezing you tightly. "And welcome to the Munson family."

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txtaetertots · 1 year

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HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 48: the promposal

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ notes ] it’s happening at last 🥹

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Tonight was the night.

YN had planned this night down to every last possible detail. From her outfit, the path they would take, the order in which they’d eat the picnic she prepared, to even which patch of grass they’d lay their blanket on. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If she could describe the way her palms were sweating and ears ringing, she’d say she was likely petrified.

Confessions aren’t the easiest things to do. You’re putting yourself in a vulnerable position by laying all your feelings and emotions down to someone and not knowing what reaction they would have was the scariest part. YN has been assured many times by her friends and members of the club that Beomgyu must have genuine feelings for her. No one could ignore the way his face lit up whenever she entered the room. Or, the way he’d smile like a lovesick fool as he watched her perform. He stuck beside her like gum at rehearsals. His feelings were obvious.

But, YN still had her doubts. She hasn’t experienced being in a relationship throughout high school. She wasn’t sure what signs to look for to determine whether or not someone liked her back. From the beginning, Beomgyu and her both stressed the fact that everything they did was part of the plan to get comfortable with acting as a couple on stage. And their plan worked beautifully. Everyone became obsessed with their dynamic both onstage and off. They had a connection anyone with sense could see.

So, when she was planning her daring promposal with Yunjin, she knew she wanted to pay homage to the place that started it all. The Han River.

Their first “date” was at the Han River, Beomgyu’s favorite place to take his dates. He always chose it because it allowed him to connect with the girls he was seeing. But, no one has ever come close to giving him the same feeling his ex-girlfriend Jieun gave him. Jieun was his first love and the first girl he bared his heart and soul to. Even though it’s been nearly over two years since they broke up, Beomgyu thought about her constantly. It wasn’t until he met YN did he begin to think about her less and less. Eventually, all he could think about was YN. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hair. Her skin. Her voice. Her perfume. Her.

Even at this moment as they walked side by side down the same path they took on their first “date”, all he could do was stare at her. Even when she pointed her phone camera at him, he was looking only at her. All he wanted to do was take in every last moment he had with her while he had the chance.

It wasn’t until they arrived at their destination did Beomgyu realize what was going on. He noticed the path they took, the patch of grass they set up on, and the outfit YN wore. It was just like their first date. He sat beside YN on the blanket, a wide grin on his face as he watched her set up the picnic she brought along.

“What’s all this?” He asked, tone full of wonder.

“I thought it would be really special if we recreated our first date as our last,” YN replied, displaying a shy smile as she tried to avoid looking at Beomgyu as she explained. “We barely knew each other then, but now, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s like coming full circle, no?”

Beomgyu had an expression of utter amazement on his face. She put so much effort into this final “date”. He was touched she went through all this trouble for them. It made the moment even sweeter.

They ate the picnic spread, enjoying laughs and deep conversation. There were a lot of things Beomgyu loved about YN. But, her laughter was one of the best. Knowing she was happy made him feel better about everything that’s been going on the last few weeks. Even though he was miserable trying to figure out what to do about his heart, it brought him peace of mind knowing she was doing just fine.

“So, did you enjoy being a drama kid these last two months?” YN asked, happily popping a grape in her mouth. Beomgyu huffed a laugh, leaning back on his hands on the blanket. He thought for a moment before turning his head to look at YN facing him, legs crossed and the container of grapes in her lap.

“I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would,” he confessed, gaze lingering on the slight blush spreading across YN’s cheeks.

“Uhm,” YN cleared her throat, brushing off her palms before reaching into her picnic bag for the last item she prepared. Beomgyu sat up straight, adjusting his body to face her. She pulled out a green bento box like the kind she always brought for their lunch sessions.

Her fingers fiddled with the lid, hands shaking slightly as she placed the box on her lap. She looked up at Beomgyu, curiosity painted his face. “I brought you something special,” she said.

Beomgyu smiled, taking the box from her hands and holding it in his own lap. He gently propped open the lid, the smile on his face faded as he looked at the contents of the bento.

Four pieces of kimbap lined up; and, on each, a piece of seaweed lettering cutout and placed to spell: PROM?

He looked up at her, eyes wide. YN could feel her chest begin to cave in on itself, the nerves too much to cope with. She took a deep breath, hands reaching down to grip the blanket for some kind of support. It was now or never.

“Ah, I, I uhm,” YN stuttered. Beomgyu reached out, grabbing her hand from the blanket and held it in his own. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to relax her. She gripped his hand, taking one last deep breath before finally coming clean.

“Beomie, I like you,” She confessed, locking eyes with him. “I wasn’t sure whether or not this was just a proximity thing or if I was just too far into this whole situation we’re in. But, now I’m sure. I’m sure that once this is all over, I still want to be close to you. I still want to talk to you and see you like how I do now. I really like you, Choi Beomgyu.”

No turning back. YN fought the urge to run away before hearing what he had to say. The uncertainty in his expression was scary, and she didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Prom is the next big school event after the spring production,” she continued. “It’s a good chance for us to be together and figure out if this is worth pursuing. But, honestly, I think I already know it is.”

Beomgyu remained silent. His shock rendered him speechless. He tried to process everything at once. Now he knows YN feels the same. She’s asking him to prom. She wants to pursue what they could have together, just like him. She wants to be with him the way he wants to be with her. It couldn’t have been made easier for him to decide what to do.

YN anxiously awaited his response, her face hot from the blush. His silence felt like an eternity although it was less than a minute. Within that minute, the mere sound of the river waves and people conversing around them only amplified YN’s uneasiness. But, as Beomgyu adjusted himself, parting his lips slightly, she felt her hope start to flourish. She couldn’t help the way her smile widened, anticipating the answer she had imagined receiving all week.

“YN,” He said softly. His grip on her hand slowly released. “We can’t.”

Her smile dropped almost in an instant. The color from her face draining, gaze falling down to the bento in Beomgyu’s lap. Her vision became hazy as tears began pooling at the brim of her eyes. The sting took her attention off the sound of her own heart-shattering.

“I’m so sorry,” Beomgyu practically whispered. “But, we’re just… not compatible.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Yeonjun told him. He was right and Beomgyu hated it. YN’s future was bright, and she couldn’t possibly get to where she belonged if Beomgyu was in her way. He decided there was just no room for him in her future. He thought it would hurt less to follow through with his original plan of stopping things before they manifested into something greater. But, what he didn’t expect was YN taking the leap to ask him to prom and confess. And, as he watched the tears streaming down YN’s face, Beomgyu felt a pain he could barely fight through.

This wasn’t the response YN had been anticipating. Everyone around her had been so sure that Beomgyu felt the same, and she even though she had her doubts, she started to think just maybe it was true. But here she was, sitting in front of him with tears in her eyes as he rejected her promposal in the most gentle way he could. Even then, he was doing his best to be so incredibly kind and attentive to her. And somehow, that just hurt more.

“No, I’m sorry,” YN choked out, wiping her face with her palms. “I should’ve known better than to buy into the act we were putting up. How embarrassing.”

YN tried to laugh it off through sniffles, but the tears just kept coming.

“Wait, YN, that’s not what I meant,” Beomgyu puled. He pushed aside the bento box, trying to reach out to her. But, YN held her hands up, stopping him. She shook her head and began collecting her things.

“It’s okay, Beomgyu, you don’t have to explain,” She sniffled, avoiding eye contact as she got herself up on her feet. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

Beomgyu winced, hearing her refer to him by his full name in that tone. “Where are you going?” His voice was desperate, arm still reaching out to her, hoping she wouldn’t go.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” She sighed, wiping her last tear. “I’ll see you at opening night. Good luck.”

She walked away, leaving Beomgyu on the blanket alone. He fought back his own tears as he watched her go. There was just no other way this could have ended. It was good it ended. Wasn’t it? This way she can go to New York without worry like she originally planned. This way the distance wouldn’t distract her the way it would him. This way she could focus on her career, reaching the stage she was meant to be on. This way… Beomgyu wouldn’t have to say goodbye to her the way he had to say goodbye to Jieun.

[ note 2 ] i am so sawry

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holly-the-trash-writer · 2 years

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Stars in Her Eyes

Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader

Written for an annonymous ask. I hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: When Y/n prefers to stay in bed instead of going on an adventure, the Doctor does everything he can to cheer her up.

Word Count: 1,275

A/N: Taking requests for Eleven fics!! xo

“So, where to next? Eh?” The Doctor bounced on his toes as he flicked switches on the console, “I know a great planet in the Mutter’s Spiral where the grass is pink, the sand is crystal and the sea is purple.”

He turned to face Y/n who was sitting on the glass stairs, she was looking down at the ground her hand held her head as she wrested her arms on her legs, her eyebrows were furrowed, lips down in a frown.

“Why is your face like that?” he frowned.

Y/n was broken out of her thoughts, “What?”

The Doctor wiggled his fingers at her face, “You’re all scrunched up. It looks weird. Stop it." He comes over to her and grabs both hands softly, “Come on. Anywhere in space and time. Where do you want to go?”

She thought for a moment before slowly standing, “I think... I want to go to bed.”

The Doctor stopped, “Bed? All of time and space and you want a nap?”

She nodded and turned to make her way up the stairs, her movements sluggish, “Yeah.”

The Tardis dinged and he span to look at the console, “I didn’t do anything!”

She then whirred harshly and the Doctor raised his hands in surrender, “Alright. What do you suggest we do?”

With a final mechanical whir, the Doctor grinned, he clapped his hands and kissed the glass, “Oh, you beauty.”

He turned and ran down the glass steps, clapping his hands while running to the kitchen, “Okay. I need, I need, I need recipes, a large chef’s hat, a green whisk, an apron that says kiss the cook and Mary Berry. We have work to do.”

With Mary at his side, they baked up a storm; cookies, brownies, apple tarts, jelly babies and a large box of Jammie Dodgers. He did get the side eye from Mary when he made fish fingers and a bowl of custard.

Mary smiled as the Doctor led her back out of the Tardis again, “You know, dear. I’ve never seen you so smitten before.” she took the Doctor’s hand and patted it with her own, “She must be very special.”

The Doctor grinned and kissed her hand, “The most special girl in the world.”

“Until next time, Doctor.”

After Mary left, he leapt round and ran to the console, “Come on then, old girl, let’s show our girl some stars.” He flipped the lever with a hyper, “Geronimo!” as he trusted the Tardis to guide them to the perfect spot.

Y/n was curled up in bed, not sleeping, not thinking, just lying there. She felt so silly. Lying in bed moping when there was the most amazing man out there who was ready to show her things that she’s never even dreamed of. An alien who owned her heart as she owned both of his. Someone who would do anything for her and instead of being with him she was lying in bed MOPING.

She was startled out of her pity party by five swift knocks on her door before it opened and the Doctor poked his head in.

“Hello!” he grinned.

His smile was infectious and she couldn’t help but smile back, “Hello.”

“How do you feel? Better?”

Y/n sat up, “Yeah a bit.”

The Doctor clapped, “Good. Put a coat on and let’s go.”

“Where?”

He grinned and booped her nose, “If I tell you, it won’t be a secret. Coat. Now.” he clicked his fingers and like a whirlwind he was gone again.

Curiosity got the better of her and she got up, pulled on her trainers and a jacket before running out after him.

He was standing waiting for her by the door of the Tardis, leaning against the door, arms folded and a smirk gracing his lips. When he saw her running down the stairs his hearts skipped.

“What are we doing, Doctor?” she smiled gently as she walked over to him.

He held out his hand, “Trust me?”

“Always.” she reached out and placed her hand in his, feeling him squeezing tight as he pulled her out the door of the Tardis.

Y/n gasped as she looked around. They were on the planet that the Doctor told her about. The crystal sand, purple water, the grass on the hills were bubble-gum pink and she stared in complete awe. The moon was high in the sky which made the crystals twinkle like stars.

“Oh, my, Doctor.” looking around she saw he was standing a few feet away. A large blanket at his feet and a wicker basket. “Doctor?”

He waved her over enthusiastically before sitting cross-legged on the blanket.

Y/n walked through the grass and sat next to the Doctor on the blanket. “Is this... are we... Doctor is this a picnic?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, “Of course it’s a picnic what else could it possibly be?” He gave Y/n a look up and down, “Are you sure you’re alright.” he took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her up and down before Y/n slapped it away.

“I’m fine, Doctor.” she shrugged, “I just didn’t take you for a picnic kind of... alien.”

The Doctor fidgeted as he took out things from the basket, “Well, this isn’t for me.”

Y/n frowned, “What?”

“I know you love stars.” The Doctor whispered.

Y/n’s heart almost burst, he took her here to try and cheer her up. She smiled as she pointed to the sand, “They do look so much like stars.”

The Doctor chuckled, “No, darling.” He slowly leaned forward and gently placed his hands on her cheeks and he tilted her head up.

She gasped.

The sky was impossible. She could see galaxies, the swirling of colours, the stars. Oh, she’s never seen anything like it. It was like she could reach out her hand and touch the sky.

And that was the feeling you always have when you’re in love with the Doctor.

The Doctor was smiling as he watched her eyes fly around the sky, trying to take everything in at once. Committing it all to memory so she could never forget it.

The stars reflected into her eyes and they sparkled like the brightest galaxy. The Doctor’s jaw dropped as he realised that he was gazing at the most beautiful thing in the world. The most beautiful thing in every world.

“Oh, Doctor. It’s beautiful.” she breathed.

The Doctor never looked away from her face, “Yes, it is.”

Y/n looked at him and chuckled. “Doctor! You’re not even looking.”

He gently rubbed his thumbs against her cheekbones, “I don’t need to.”

“Because you’ve seen it before?”

The Doctor chuckled, “No. I’m already looking at the most beautiful thing. It’s sitting here, right here in front of me.”

Before Y/n could stutter out a reply the Doctor leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear, “I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered slowly, his voice deeper than usual.

He pulled back and leaned into Y/n’s space, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The feeling of her lips against his own made him want to give her the sun if she asked for it. Even if she didn’t, he would still give it to her.

He tangled his long fingers into her hair, the other stayed cupping her cheek as she clutched the lapels of his jacket.

That’s where they stayed, neither of them sure how long.

Kissing under the stars.

Sharing fish fingers and custard.

Eating Jammie Dodgers while lying side by side, hand in hand, to stare at the sky.

The Doctor and Y/n.

The greatest love story in the universe.

Y/n moaned as she ate a brownie, "Doctor! This tastes amazing! There is no way you made this!" she giggles.

The Doctor grinned as he took his own bite, talking with his mouth full, "If I told you who did, you wouldn't believe me."

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paperstorm · 5 months

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wip wednesday

Thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad 💛

Just a tiny tease today, because the first chapter of my Carlos/Iris fic is coming tomorrow :)

She tips backwards, flopping down onto the dusty grass and looking up at the sky. It’s a bright day and there are massive fluffy clouds floating through the blue sky like giant puffs of pale cotton candy. Carlos hesitates for a moment and then he lies down next to his new friend – wondering shyly in his mind if he’s allowed to call her that yet.

“Do you like finding things in clouds?”

“Sometimes.”

Iris points up and to the right, her arm crossing overtop of Carlos. “That one looks like a boat.”

Carlos squints and tries to find the one she means. “What kind of boat?”

“A ship with sails. Like in Peter Pan.”

He knows he’s seen that movie but he struggles to remember it, it’s been a long time. His sisters don’t like baby movies anymore so they don’t watch them. “I think I can see it.”

“He never grew up, you know.” Iris folds her hands on her chest.

Carlos turns his head on the ground to look at her, but she’s too close and she’s blurry in his vision. “You don’t wanna grow up?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh.” Carlos looks back up at the sky. A huge cloud floats in front of the sun and makes everything dark and shadowy for a few minutes before it passes. He can’t find any shapes he recognizes in them. He’s still not sure he can see the ship, and wonders if Iris has some kind of special powers. Maybe she could teach him.

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kozumaguchi · 1 year

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Jujutsu Kaisen Smells

Navi

Ft. Most of JJK, sorry if I missed one of your favs (💜)

Warnings - Unintentional slander of some of your favs, I swear I love JJK.

Yuuji - Yuuji doesn't smell bad per say, he just sweats a lot since he's very active. He doesn't smell strong ever, the only thing that do are his feet... But those are usually covered.

Megumi - He owns cologne, body wash, face wash, and many packs of gum. He's always minty fresh, not overbearing but instead like a mint flavored chapstick.

Nobara - She's overly analytical of herself, so she would be petrified if she smelled bad in public, you won't catch her slipping she's always smelling like tutti fruity jelly beans.

Gojo - He's good at everything he does, so to top it all off he doesn't even try to smell good he just does. He smells like strawberries and cream, and some hate how he doesn't seem to have a flaw.

Nanami - Pencils and fresh books, he just does don't fight me on it because I will win. He may dabble in some light cologne if it's a special occasion however.

Maki - She doesn't really care how she smells, she doesn't think about it. That's why she doesn't have much of a scent at all, she washes her face, wears deodorant, and calls it a day. The only noticeable smell is her citrus scented shampoos that she uses.

Yuta - During JJK 0 he 100% smelled like axe spray... But got called out by Maki and fixed his mistakes. He know smells like cinnamon and firewood.

Inumaki (My husband) - I love him... But he is definetly not a flower and the books confirmed this. He most likely smells like gas stations and soup at best, it's not disgusting but not something people get candles of.

Panda - Smells like fresh grass and summer days or a wet dog if he's caught in the rain. Sometimes he will smell like soup thanks to Inumaki feeding him whatever is for dinner.

Sukuna - Blood, a bit of dead body, but mostly a strong blood scent... Kinda smells like period blood but nobody asks.

Mahito - Smells like hand sanitizer and really overbearing soap, he smells too clean, too the point it's a bit much. Oddly enough his hair smells really bad because he doesn't take care of it.

Geto - Geto smells like dark chocolate with a hint of red wine, he smells expensive which he uses to his advantage if need be. It for some reason lures people in easily.

Todo - Todo smells like protein shakes, Sweat, axe, and orange juice all at the same time. It's a lot but it's not terrible, the dominant smell truly depends on the scenario.

Mai - She uses beautiful perfumes (sometimes over uses), and her hair smells like pineapple even if she is using shampoo that smells nothing like it.

Noaya - Shit he smells like shit because he is a peice of shi- (He actually smells like freshly vacuumed carpet but I hate him so...)

Toji - cum Toji smells like cheap cologne, gasoline, dirt, and rainy days. He smells like a sugar daddy without actually being one because he's broke... So I guess he's just a daddy (He failed at being that too tho... Just saying).

Shoko - She smells like whiskey and cigarettes, mostly cigarettes but that should be assumed.

Ijichi - depression Ijichi smells like a new car, and a fresh basement. He smells like nice cars because he takes care of his very often too make sure its perfect.

Junpei - He used to smell like apple pie and popcorn, thanks to visiting theatres so often. His smell was comforting and captured his sweet nature perfectly.

Miwa - Miwa smells like fresh cookies and wooden stoves, she smells really good and has been complimented on it before. (She blushed for quite a few days after it.)

Rika - Rika smelled like fresh daisies and the first days of winter, her smell was pure just like her soul and heart.

Yoshinobu - He definetly smells like an old man, take that as either moth balls and drug stores, or beef and farts. Either one could suit him.

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faeriedewdrops · 1 year

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ocean/sea life themed pronouns !

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fin/fin/fins/fins/finself

sea/sear/seas/seas/seaself

star/fish/stars/starfish/starfishself

jell/jelly/jellys/jellyfishs/jellyfishself

sea/slug/slugs/seaslugs/seaslugself

oce/ocean/oceans/oceans/oceanself

wa/water/waters/waters/waterself

flo/float/floats/floats/floatself

splish/splash/splishs/splashs/splashself

kelp/kelp/kelps/kelps/kelpself

cor/coral/corals/corals/coralself

ti/tide/tides/tides/tideself

shark/shark/sharks/sharks/sharkself

cra/crab/crabs/crabs/crabself

sting/ray/stings/stingrays/stingrayself

al/algae/algaes/algaes/algaeself

fi/fish/fishs/fishs/fishself

squi/squid/squids/squids/squidself

oct/octo/octos/octos/octoself

sea/bunny/seas/seabunnys/seabunnyself

sea/seal/seals/seals/sealself

ree/reef/reef/reefs/reefs/reefself

wha/whale/whales/whales/whaleself

dol/dolphin/dolphins/dolphins/dolphinself

lemon/shark/sharks/lemonsharks/lemonsharkself

sho/shore/shores/shores/shoreself

sea/angel/seas/seaangels/seaangelself

sea/turtle/turtles/seaturtles/seaturtleself

orca/orca/orcas/orcas/orcaself

aqua/aquatic/aquas/aquatics/aquaticself

wa/wave/waves/waves/waveself

san/sand/sands/sands/sandself

co/coast/coasts/coasts/coastself

sea/grass/seas/seagrasses/seagrasself

ott/otter/otters/otters/otterself

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can you tell my special interest is the ocean/sea life ? /hj

requested by: no one !

#sea angel mumbles #pronouns #neopronouns #nounself pronouns #pronoun suggestions #noun pronouns #pronoun list #pronoun ideas

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 2 years

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Can’t Help Falling in Love Chapter 8: Surprise!

Summary: Y/N takes Wanda out for a special day with the goal of proposing at the end of the night

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Natasha Romanoff, Pietro Maximoff, Peter Parker

Warnings: May induce tears

Word Count: 2.5K

As Wanda was getting ready for their day out, Y/N managed to sneak downstairs to talk with Natasha, who was sitting at the table in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We're leaving as soon as she gets dressed," Y/N said.

"You got the ring?" Nat asked as she looked up from her mug. Y/N patted the front pocket of his jeans. "Don't lose it," she smirked.

"The ring or my mind?" he joked.

"Both," she chuckled as she took a sip of her drink.

"Well I guess I'll text you when we're headed back," Y/N said. He turned to head back up to his apartment.

"Hey." He paused to look back at Natasha.

"Don't worry too much. You and I both know she'll say yes." She smiled sweetly up at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Thanks, Nat, for everything," he smiled back.

When Y/N returned to his apartment Wanda was sitting on the bed getting her shoes on. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown boots, and had her favorite oversized hat and sunglasses next to her. Y/N felt a tad overdressed in his light blue button down, jeans, and brown chukka boots. He anxiously began to roll up his sleeves to make himself feel more casual. She looked up from her boots to him.

"You look nice," she approved as she eyed him up and down.

"So do you," he responded as he pushed his sleeve past his elbow. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"I'm excited for today," he admitted as he reached his hand out for hers.

"Me too." She gave his hand a comforting squeeze. Y/N felt his heart leap into his throat. It was going to be a long day.

The day couldn't have started any better with lunch at the Hilltop. It was their go-to spot for after mission pick-me-ups. They laughed and reminisced over hot chocolates with whipped cream and stacks of wildberry pancakes dripping with butter and syrup. Y/N found his tension melting away like butter as they ate and talked for ages. After lunch they walked through the quaint village hand-in-hand to the farmers' market by village hall. They walked in silence as they basked in each other's presence and the beautiful spring day. The trees were budding and the air was sweet with the scent of fresh grass.

At the farmers' market Wanda came alive. She loved going from booth to booth talking to the various farmers and sampling their different products. Y/N observed her as she became a completely different person. This was a side of her he rarely saw but absolutely adored, the side of her that wasn't a superhero and wanted nothing more than to have her own quiet piece of land in the country so she could have her own gardens. They spent a couple of hours buying fresh fruits and vegetables, freshly baked pastries, jars of jellies and pickles, freshly cured meats, and, of course, a bouquet of sunflowers. Wanda was beaming as they walked their purchases back to the car. She was planning all the different things she could make with her latest finds.

After they loaded the bags into the car, they walked the two blocks to the Book Nook. It was their favorite local bookshop. Y/N discovered it when he first moved into the Compound and had introduced Wanda to it shortly after they started dating. The shop itself was small. Every wall was crammed with bookshelves that were overflowing with everything from the latest best-sellers to dog-eared paperbacks. Y/N watched as Wanda wandered the aisles, running her fingers across the book spines. She was intentional as she searched through the fiction section. She paused at books that caught her eye, pulling them out to read the summaries on the backs. He half-heartedly did the same. But Y/N was more focused on Wanda: the way she leaned into the bookshelf as she read through the books, how she brushed her hair behind her ear as she bent down to read the titles on the lower shelves, the way she stuck her tongue out when she was concentrating...He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a shelf as he watched her stretch to replace a paperback from the top shelf. He smiled as he watched her give up, check to make sure no one was looking, and use her magic to send it back up. Wanda suddenly realized that Y/N was staring at her.

"Did you find something you like?" she asked.

"I'm looking right at it." Wanda blushed at his words.

"And why do you like it?" she teased.

"I think you already know." He slowly walked toward her, glancing over his shoulder briefly to make sure they were alone. They were in the back corner of the store hidden between two shelves and the wall.

"Tell me," she coaxed as she played with one of the rings on her finger.

Y/N felt his mouth dry up immediately. His hands felt clammy and sweaty and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"Everything. I like every single little thing. I like the way you light up a room full of people. I like the way you come alive at the farmers' market. I like the way you throw Pietro across the room when he irritates you. The way you hum the same song to yourself when you write up reports, the way you're never afraid to speak your mind, the way you make me feel safe, how you help me to be vulnerable, how you never laugh when I cry at movies, how you hold me when I wake up with flashbacks, how you make me a better man, your kindness, your smile, your laugh. I like everything about you, Wanda. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His hands felt numb as he fumbled for the box in his pocket. His whole plan had gone out the window but he didn't care. He was doing this right here and right now. Wanda gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as Y/N dropped to one knee and pulled the velvet box from his pocket. "Wanda, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the box.

Wanda froze for a second, absolutely gobsmacked by the sight in front of her. As she came back to her senses she began to nod enthusiastically. "Yes," she whispered as tears began to run down her face.

Y/N's legs were shaking as he stood up and removed the ring from the box. He had regained some feeling in his hands but he still worried that he would drop the ring. He reached for Wanda's hand. As he slid the ring on her finger it felt like time had completely stopped. The universe consisted of the two of them, hearts racing and breath shaking, in this infinite moment.

"It's beautiful," she breathed as she admired the sparkling emerald that was resting on the golden band.

Y/N rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand as he held it, making sure to caress its newest addition. "I'm glad you like it," he replied as he smiled down at her.

"I love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Wanda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug.

Y/N wrapped his arms tight around his fiancé not wanting to let her go. He buried his head in her hair as he nuzzled her neck. He was so unbelievably happy. The day had gone perfectly, well...almost perfectly. The romantic waterfront proposal was kaput. He hoped Nat wouldn't be too upset over all her hard work going down the drain.

Knowing it would cause Wanda to giggle, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, leaned back, and lifted her up off the ground. She laughed: it was the most glorious sound he'd ever heard.

"Oh god, we're getting married!" he realized aloud as he placed her back on the ground.

"Yeah," she blushed. "Yeah we are."

Y/N leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. He smiled into her lips, relishing in the ecstasy of the moment. As they broke apart, he saw the radiant smile beaming across her face. He leaned his forehead against hers as he grasped her waist.

"You know, Nat's gonna kill me for screwing up this plan we've been working on all week," he mumbled.

"So is that why everyone's been so weird all week?" Wanda asked, her eyebrows raised in feigned shock.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Nat and Yelena are setting up a picnic for us right now and that's where I was supposed to propose."

"Pietro-?"

"He found out last night. Yelena had him under penalty of death if he spoiled the surprise for you. Everyone knows, actually. I told Nat first. She drove me into the city to buy the ring last week. And we've been working out details since then."

"Well I was definitely surprised. And I'm glad you didn't ask me at a picnic...it would've been such a cliche," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Since when do you care about cliches?"

"I don't. I just thought it sounded good." She reached up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"That's my girl," Y/N sighed as he kissed her forehead. "But we should probably get back and-"

"Tell everyone?"

"Yeah."

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The drive back to the compound was full of excitement. Wanda was giddy talking about what her dream wedding from her childhood looked like. Planning the wedding would take a fair amount of time and effort but they were having fun throwing 'what if' scenarios out there.

As they got out of the car and headed towards the Compound, Y/N noticed Pietro and Yelena peeking through one of the windows. Before he could blink Pietro was standing in front of them.

"Hey guys! How's it going?" Pietro was fumbling over his words.

"Good! Why?" Wanda decided to have a little fun with her brother.

"No reason. Well, I mean I thought you two were...y'know...after lunch...'" He was gesturing toward the river with his head and eyes.

"What?" Y/N asked, catching on to what Wanda was doing.

"You know..." Pietro leaned in close to whisper in Y/N's ear. "The plan."

"Plan? What plan?" He looked at Wanda, who shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about. We're gonna put away our food and then go for a walk."

Pietro had a dumbstruck look plastered on his face as Wanda and Y/N headed for the door. They were giggling as soon as their backs were turned to him.

"Wait! Don't go in there!" Pietro yelled as Wanda opened the door for Y/N.

"Too late!" Wanda yelled back as Y/N dashed inside.

The two were doubled over in laughter as they got into the elevator.

"Okay, he was acting a little weird back there, I'll give you that," Y/N relented after he managed to stop laughing.

Wanda shot him a look. "Told you so," she murmured.

When the doors opened, Y/N and Wanda were shocked to see Peter standing in front of them holding a bunch of balloons in one hand as he scrolled on his phone with the other.

"Wha-?" His jaw dropped. "You guys aren't supposed to be here yet!"

'What are you talking about?" Wanda asked.

Peter looked extremely uncomfortable as he struggled to string a coherent sentence together.

"PETER! WHERE ARE THOSE BALLOONS?" Natasha bellowed from the kitchen.

"What on earth?" Y/N wondered as he started walking toward the kitchen.

"Wait! Y/N you can't go in there yet we're not-"

Y/N turned the corner into the kitchen and saw a banner taped to the cabinets that read "CONGRATULATIONS Y/N AND WANDA!"

"Ready..." He weakly finished his sentence as Wanda pushed past him. "Oh man, I'm so in trouble now."

Wanda and Y/N looked at each other, the two of them thoroughly confused as to what was unfolding around them.

"About time you got here, I sent you to get those balloons like what, twenty mi-" Natasha stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Y/N and Wanda standing in front of her. "Umm, what's going on?" she asked.

"I think I could ask you the same thing," Y/N retorted as he looked around the room.

"It's just a..." Nat couldn't finish her sentence. The ring on Wanda's finger distracted her.

"Surprise!" Wanda grinned as she held her hand up to show off the engagement ring.

All chaos broke loose at that moment. Everyone was running up to congratulate Wanda and Y/N on their engagement. She proudly showed off her ring as everyone complimented Y/N on a job well done. Through the commotion Nat managed to pull Y/N aside to tell him that she'd been planning a surprise engagement party for them the whole time.

"If there's any couple that deserved an engagement party it would definitely be you two!" she explained.

They set out the contents of the picnic basket for everyone to enjoy while Tony went out to buy an absurd amount of champagne. The afternoon was spent toasting the happy couple, giving Y/N unsolicited marriage advice, and asking Wanda where she was going to buy her dress. It was the most normal the two had felt in a long time and they were relishing every second of it. The party went well into the evening when the booze finally ran out.

After the party fizzled out everyone headed their separate ways, Wanda and Y/N headed to the elevator at the end of the hallway. As the door shut after Wanda pushed the button to take them back up to their apartments, Y/N came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She shrieked at the unexpected contact and turned over her shoulder to look at him. He was resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you want to know why I asked you to marry me?" Y/N asked.

"Sure," Wanda giggled, placing her hands over his.

"Because your shoulder is the comfiest chin rest ever," he teased as he began swaying the two of them from side to side.

"That's exactly what every woman wants to hear," she groaned as she playfully swatted his hand. He squeezed her tighter in response.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered as he tilted his head to fully rest it on her shoulder.

"I'm not planning on it, Hemingway." She turned her head to look at him.

"Good. Life's better when you're around."

Wanda couldn't help but smile.

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vgbellylover · 1 year

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Happy (late) Birthday to my friends @the-elusive-libbin. I promised her a picture and a short story. I realize somethings might be inaccurate but I tried.

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"C'mon, Zel! Tell me what it is!"

"I will, be patient."

Lily's boyfriend Zelkov had told her he had prepared a surprise for her birthday and was now leading the blindfolded young woman through the Somniel.

She could tell by the sound of their footfalls that they had left the paved central area and were now on grass. Though it didn't take long for him to slow and then stop. There was a breeze, and the warmth she felt through her dress told her they had reached the lookout point.

As Zelkov stepped behind her to remove her blindfold, a gust of wind blew in from the south-east, carrying the warm, rich scents of a hot meal.

"Did you... cook?"

The thief paused briefly before pulling the cloth from her eyes. There was a table roughly double the size of one from the cafe with a dozen or so delicious-looking dishes, ranging from croissants and soda bread to veggie sticks and pizza to churros and jelly donuts. In other words, all of his favorites.

Lily looked back at her boyfriend who was wrapping his arms around her torso. "This isn't all for me, is it?"

"No. Most of it's for me. I hope you're hungry."

Before Lily could respond, Zelkov's stomach produced a growl so profound she could feel the vibrations through her spinal cord. "My. It certainly sounds like you are."

A wry smile crossed his lips. "I've... been preparing for today. I've not eaten anything in the last 24 hours."

"So you are hungry." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I like that."

"I know," he whispered back. "Shall we?"

She smiled. "Let's."

It didn't take long for Lily to eat her fill. Zelkov watched her patiently as his belly continued to inform him that it was empty.

"Well, you've certainly gotten better. That was amazing."

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"There's something else I think I'll enjoy. What do you wanna start with?"

"It's your birthday, you choose what to feed me."

The pizza was the first to go. Then a couple croissants and a handful of steak fries and veggie sticks. Servings of meat pie and potted casserole were interspersed with potato rolls and soda bread.

She watched in adoration as his stomach rounded out, pressing against his shirt and vest, straining against his growing bulk. She continued to feed him, encouraging him with kisses and belly rubs.

She saved dessert for last. After removing the clothes constraining his belly, a pan of cinnamon rolls, a box of jelly doughnuts and a bag of churros finally landed in his gurgling guts. She even let him suck remnants off her fingers.

Lily couldn't resist a real kiss this time. "You did so well."

"Happy Birthday, love," he said, pressing his fingers into his groaning flesh. "There... is one more dish that I made."

"Really?"

Zelkov nodded. "Your favorite."

"Special delivery, love-birds."

The voice made Lily jump– "Kagetsu!" as the swordsman placed covered silver tray on the table in front of them.

"Enjoy!" He said, jogging back the way he came.

Uncovering the tray, Lily revealed a hot fudge brownie sundae. "Oh, gods. You remembered."

"Oh course I did."

"The only problem is, I'm still pretty full. I don't think I have any room left."

"You don't have to eat much. Even just one bite."

Lily humored him. "Mm... You can't go wrong with a good brownie sundae."

"I know."

"In that case–" she held up a spoonful of sundae– "Open up."

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buffetlicious · 8 months

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After our dinner and grocery shopping, was on the way out of the shopping mall when I remembered that I have accumulated enough stamps to redeem a S$3.50 cup of dessert from Nine Fresh (九鲜). I picked the Nine Fresh Signature (九鲜招牌) with mixed bean curd and grass jelly base topped with red bean, green bean, pinto bean, peanut and taro (yam) balls. The staff asked if I want soft or hard peanuts. Soft means stewed peanuts and hard is roasted peanuts. I am glad I went for the latter as the crunchy texture complemented the soft and silky bean curd and grass jelly well.

Mum got the Grass Jelly Special (黑糖芦荟仙草冻) with grass jelly base and topped with aloe vera pearl jelly, black sugar jelly dice, milk ball and taro (yam) balls. She also requested for sweeten red beans (+S$0.70) to be added so it’s S$3.50 in total and I get another stamp added to the rewards card.

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finalfantacee · 9 months

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A feast across 10 years of FFXIV ☄️

To celebrate FanFes, I made a 'special menu' to enjoy during the stream. Lunch celebrated the 3 starting cities of ARR, snacks from HW, SB and StB, dessert is a MotherCrystal jelly and our main was a DT steak inspired by the trailer!

We put a lot of thought into the menu, even though it was mostly store bought and really just for fun.

Lunch was a taste of the 3 starting cities- green tea with decorative flowers to represent Gridania. A dried meats plate based of the Coffers and Coffin platter from the Eorzea Cafe and Bismark sandwiches for Limsa.

Snacks for after the keynote were things you'd find in HW, StB and SB. We also had drinks based on our WoLs which was just lemonade with food colouring, but Ari's had pineapple for the sweet fruity flavours of La Noscea and A'ruhn, being a Gridanian boy had pineapple sage leaves he tried to make into miqote ears.

We went to touch some grass after to discuss the keynote then came back to make dinner which I themed off the DT trailer (the steak Estinien grabs and a cheeky pineapple from Urianger!), finishing the night with a MotherCrystal jelly to enjoy during the piano concert.

It was just something to have at home while we spent the day yelling about video games but it was so fun putting the menu together and plating everything.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #food

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gallopinggallifreyans · 1 year

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Hi, Ana!!! Hope you're doing well 🤎🤎🤎 For the ask game, 18 and/or 23, pretty please??? :0c

I’m doing amazing 💙💙💙

My boba tea order is usually a milk tea (chai, taro, strawberry in the summer, thai) with pudding. If I’m feeling special I’ll get a peach green tea (no milk) with lychee and grass jelly.

I usually wear jewelry! Apart from earrings (I never go without earrings) I usually have a necklace on (gold for summer, silver for winter), and sometimes I’ll wear my rings. I have a massive ring collection (most are cheap) but it depends on how badly my finger joints hurt that day.

Smooches for u my dear 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#happi-tree #ana says stuff

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fruityuncleskeletor · 1 year

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Find the word (fic game)

I was graciously tagged by @dual-desires, who provided the words for this game as well. The rule is: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you. I will attempt to use WIPs mainly. lips On the way back, he stops by a bubble tea shop and gets himself two drinks - one to savour on the go, the other to put in the fridge and enjoy after mass on Sunday. He sits on a patch of grass in a public garden, watching birds frolic in the nearby pond. The sugar from the bubble tea lingers on his lips, and along with it, the blend of fruity flavours from the drink - grape from the infusion, green apple from the bubbles and lychee from the jelly. “Hey, Pete.” He hears the voice he hasn’t been able to get out of his mind, speaking right next to him. “I saw you didn’t squeal. Good job.” Pete says nothing at first, taking in Vegas’ appearance. Everyone looks less imposing in the daytime, in casual clothing. Everyone but Vegas. He is wearing a black satin shirt open almost down to his navel and a pair of black dress pants. The fact that he sits down next to Pete casually does nothing to rob him of his aura of mystery and of the gravitational pull he has on the priest. stretch

He makes himself turn and look at Vegas, who has his eyes closed and seems to be enjoying the peaceful soundscape of the place. He looks as though this is his plan for the day, being lazy at the pond, feeling the sun on his face and the light breeze in his hair. Pete watches the man stretch with the languid grace of a well fed and just woken up housecat.

“Mhhm.” Vegas offers. “When are they burying the fucker?”

tilt

“Watch him pretend he’s casually going out and try to stay on our tails.” Vegas elbows Macau, pointing in Pete’s general direction with a subtle head tilt. “Ah, Pete. A man of many talents, but stealth is not one of them.” “How many times are you going to fuck with the poor man?” Macau asks. “Kinn is a special kind of idiot if he keeps putting his shittiest guy at tailing folks in charge of tracking you. And Pete has no choice but to follow his orders.” They both watch Pete walk right past the bar they went into, looking like his mind is worlds away. He’s wearing casual clothes, too. return

Instead of pulling away in horror, Pete just rests his cheek in Vegas’ palm, looks at him from beneath his long lashes and nods, his gesture accompanied by a small sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh. Oh, Vegas thinks. OH.

He turns and leaves, allowing himself a triumphant laugh. Pete is left standing there, feeling like Hell finally spat out a devil just for him. He knows no prayers strong enough to stop his soul from following Vegas down the path of no return, straight into the flames of damnation.

fight

“It’s alright. This might hurt though.” “What exactly?” “Well, Peaches is going to fight all the winners from the evening’s matches. And there’s an open challenge too.” “Meaning?” “Uh, anyone in the audience can get in the cage. The money would be spectacular if someone won against Peaches.” Bloom explains. “Oh no no no no. Don’t do it.” “But I want to.” Vegas says. “I paid to be allowed to.”

These are two different WIPs that I hope to have the focus to finish in the following weeks. I'd love to see what you have cooking, @wedielike

I know that priest Pete fic is taking eons and I am ashamed, but I AM not stopping and working on it (as evidence: 3 of the snippets here are from that fic!) The words are: moon, blood, kiss, devour and ass.

#vegaspete #fic game #find the word #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #kinnporsche the series #kpts #fun #WIPs

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feathermushroom · 2 years

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Nanny plum in a bar🥃

Sinopse: Nanny Plum is feeling tired of her hard workin life and decide to drow those feelings drinking until she fall on the grass, but there she will find some people that can make that night less depressing.

Chapter 1: Tired

Nanny Plum took a deep breath before taking the last dust in the table, today was a very stressing day for her, Daisy and Poppy being lil devils, Wise old elf saying bulshits about magic, the King being annoying as aways, a lot of tasks for one fairy.. made her backs hurt like of a eldery woman.

- Uuugh, that damn king!

The woman with black hair said in a grumpy tone while she rubber her own backs.

- Sometimes i wonder why i still work here! We're not even friends anymore..

She gave a sad look at the floor, friendships never stays the same after years, aways the third wheel of them, so.. why not go to a special place to drow her sadness? Plum quickly flyed to her room to get her sadness black jacket, a bright pink wallet full of bunny stickers and some old candies and creased money to spend tonight.

The purple fairy silenty saw if everyone was asleep as a horse, the king was snoring like a broken car, the queen hugged him like a teddy bear with a broxen voice box.

Holly was sleeping like a rock, with the blanket covering her head and leaving her feets on the pillow. Daisy and Poppy talking while sleeping, just the usual like "thunder, thunder, thunder" and "Dominante.. world..kaboom"

Perfect, no one to mess with her depressing plans.

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In the middle of the tall grass a smol spark of light could be seen moving to a red tree, the light of Nanny Plum wand guied her to the hidden place, she entered without hesitating, the place was pretty decent for a hidden bar, the yellow lights softly mixed with the dark orange wall and the oak floor created a cozy place to drink in peace.

She saw the amount of drinks behind the blue bartender and thoug and mix almost all of them in her mug and drink that toxic mix like water, no, she didn't wanted a alchoolic coma, at least not now - Plum? Need some help

The sudenlly voice of the strange bartender made her get back to reality, his eyes like black voids staring at the fairy made Plum just say - N..nothing, i just want a sprinkle bear please.

After a few minutes the beer was on the table, the woman got a chair and sat so she could drink in peace.

- Seems you had a hard day.

The man with big ears said with no much emotion and Plum imediatly said in a nervous tone - Damn.. is so obviously that i had a bloody day?! Seems my face is really a mess.

- In the truth your eyes are more than enough to say that.

After taking a big sip she layed her head on the table without thinking twice, like an exotic pillow, Liquid smooth playing in the hole place, drinking, laying her head oh the table, listen and maybe crying one or two tears.. - Hi Leo!

A familiar voice to her made Plum heart beat a lil bit scared - Hi miss Fother!

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