#all candy here though we cool gang

[woogiez]

maybe this would shut you up?

[astonmartinii]

a spoonful of sugar part two | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem chef!reader

cheffing it up all over the calendar, here we go again

PART ONE | MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | MY SMALL BUSINESS

yourusername

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yourusername: we're in JAPAN 🇯🇵 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! yeah suzuka is cool and all but more importantly - SUSHI TIME and my oh my that spread is glorious if i do say so myself

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user1: oscar babygirlism is so real

landonorris: HOW DARE YOU GUYS INVITE ME OVER FOR DINNER AND SERVE THAT

yourusername: boo fucking hoo, i've had enough of your whining buddy

landonorris: OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEING MEAN

oscarpiastri: i mean i would take the home-cooked meal from the professional chef but that's just me

landonorris: stop shaming me :( i can't help it :(

yourusername: okay stop being dramatic, you can comeback from your hiding place i made chicken sushi as well

landonorris: oh thank you 😊

oscarpiastri: when i came in as the YOUNGER teammate, i didn't think y/n and i would be babysitting you

landonorris: you guys love me really

user2: i think y/n might have the patience of a saint

user3: i think i would die happy if i got a sushi spread from y/n

yukitsunoda0511: personally offended i was not invited :(

yourusername: nooooooooooo yukiii :((((( - i'll bring left overs ?

yukitsunoda0511: yes please (i'm much nicer than lando)

landonorris: when will the slander end?

oscarpiastri: i'm personally offended that any time y/n is visiting ME she ends up cooking and looking after all of you :(

yourusername: i love you the most though

oscarpiastri: hehehehehehe

user4: this relationship is so precious to me actually

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: over the moon to get my first podium in f1 in my rookie season. p.s. get yourself a girlfriend that gives you a candy bouquet to celebrate your podium

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user5: oscodium i know that's right

mclarenf1: we don't think that's in your meal plan, but we'll let it slide for just this once

yourusername: damn right you will 🔫🔫🔫

oscarpiastri: okay no threatening my team on a post about my podium

yourusername: i guess they're fine (FOR NOW) (the next time i see team orders it's on sight)

mclarenf1: ... does this mean no more pasta parties? :(

yourusername: get my boy his first win and pasta for life for all of you

user6: the way y/n and oscar's mum both fell into each other when oscar crossed the finish line

user7: they're so real for that

user8: y/n is REAL wag representation, i too would go FUCKING mental if my boyf got a podium i would also be spraying champagne all over the garage and crying my eyes out

yourusername: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU

oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU MORE, THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME - and looking after my mum after you caused a stampede in the garage

yourusername: hold on nicole is just as crazy as me

oscarpiastri: my two favourite women EVA

user9: when you're besties with your boyf's mum >>

landonorris: congrats oscahhhhhhh - how does one procure one of these bouquets?

oscarpiastri: hands off pal 🤨

landonorris: i just want CANDY STOP ACCUSING ME OF STUFF

yourusername: oh so now you want my food ....

landonorris: why are you ganging up on me ??? I'M JUST A CHILD ???

user10: i love watching oscar and y/n ganging up on lando

logansargeant

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logansargeant: category is: thirdwheeling - the food is a definite plus

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user12: the real best trio in f1 ... sorry 2019 rookies

alexalbon: logie bear beating the unseasoned allegations... i am impressed

logansargeant: i am cultured?

yourusername: logan had no choice, he was eating what i made him

logansargeant: but i liked it!

yourusername: you did, i'm a proud mother

alexalbon: what are the chances of me and james getting some of the y/n food, we deserve it more than mclaren

yourusername: name the price...

user13: i love how oscar and y/n have collected so many drivers this season despite being the youngest

oscarpiastri: not even finished my first season and we've accumulated so many "children"

logansargeant: don't have a gf who is such a good chef if you didn't want to babysit me

yourusername: we can't help it we're mOTHER

oscarpiastri: 💅

charles_leclerc: @oscarpiastri did our post podium dinner in aus mean nothing? you're neglecting your 26 year old child

maxverstappen1: classic treatment of the eldest girl 😔

yourusername: you guys done being dramatic?

charles_leclerc: one second

charles_leclerc: YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE, PICK ME UP AND DROP ME - USERS !!!!

charles_leclerc: okay done :)

oscarpiastri: ok... idk what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: we want food [bangs cutlery on imaginary table]

user14: oscar going from being the shy one on the grid to wrangling charles and max is killing me

user15: him and y/n have the grid wrapped around their finger

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yourusername: this is everything you have ever deserved

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user18: i am going to throw myself on the track and let oscar run me over and put me out of my misery

oscarpiastri: i love you so much, couldn't do it without your support

yourusername: NUH UH you're SUPER DUPER AMAZINGLY FAST and i am lucky to be here to witness you :)

oscarpiastri: okay.... but no more passing out in the garage

yourusername: i'm just a girl 🎀

oscarpiastri: my girl x

yourusername: YOUR GIRL (i've seen the tiktok edits BACK OFF)

user19: the way the other team members and teams let them have their moment was so cute

user20: zak brown pushing her to the front to be able to see him on the podium... maybe i don't hate him as much as i thought

user21: her taking ten billion photos while crying her eyes out was so cute

yourusername: they're all blurry 🧍🏻‍♂️

maxverstappen1: i guess you're the only one i'll tolerate outshining my championship win... congrats oscar!

oscarpiastri: thank you max :) also thank you to gp for giving y/n an ice pack

yourusername: gp got his name on a piece of cake

maxverstappen1: what about my cake?

yourusername: i guess i can spare another slice for you

oscarpiastri: we can give you a whole cake tomorrow if you let me win tomorrow?

maxverstappen1: nice try dude

yourusername: you haven't tried it yet

oscarpiastri: it's laced with crack (literally, DQ coming fast)

maxverstappen1: ????

yourusername: we jest

oscarpiastri: or do we?

user22: is gp another person they've collected?

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oscarpiastri: no one else i'd rather celebrate with

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user23: they don't know it yet but they're actually my parents

user24: yeah, yeah oscar won a race woo BUT MAMA DROP THE RECIPE FOR THE THIRD SLIDE LOOKS LIKE IT BANGS

yourusername: i'm so unbelievably proud of you oscar, crying in the club right now

oscarpiastri: i didn't know the shower was also called the club (i can hear you crying and though i'm grateful you are this happy for me, it's getting slightly concerning)

yourusername: i just can't contain my excitement for you and it's turned into tears HAPPY TEARS

oscarpiastri: my mum can hear it from her room as well

yourusername: can't believe i'm being shamed like this

landonorris: will you cry this much for my first win

yourusername: nope, actively praying against it

landonorris: WHAT ??? OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEEN TOO MEAN THIS TIME

yourusername: i only want oscar to win every race from now until he retires soz buddy

oscarpiastri: idk that sounds like a good deal to me lando

landonorris: @yourusername i hope you drown in your tears

user25: well that escalated

danielricciardo: proud of you baby aussie !!! how can we get some aussie bbq in the paddock as celebration @yourusername 🤭

yourusername: someone get me a grill asap

danielricciardo: okay max it's time to stop being selfish, let oscar win another race so we can get more bbq i'm homesick

maxverstappen1: that's cute and all but FUCK THEM KIDS

yourusername: well no bbq for you then

maxverstappen1: you and oscar love me really

oscarpiastri: ???

user26: the way y/n tussles with these men kills me

user27: at this point get her a microphone and get her on that grid walk

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mclarenf1: y/n delivered the pasta party she promised (admin is now in a food coma no more posts for the rest of the day)

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user28: the way we all thought this was a joke... i am now unwell

user29: dead ass the cutest thing i've ever seen

yourusername: thank you for having me besties, thank you for giving oscar a fast car and i hope you all actually make your flights in your pasta-induced naps

mclarenf1: that carbonara has me snoozing up a storm

oscarpiastri: (we nearly missed our flight)

landonorris: worth it, that pasta banged

yourusername: why thank you everyone i am blushing

yourusername: but real talk when does all this pasta translate into team orders in oscar's favour

mclarenf1: i don't think that's in my job description

landonorris: ...

oscarpiastri: well....

yourusername: you're making me look like a bad person 😭 i just want oscar to have the best possible time ever

oscarpiastri: i love you <3

landonorris: ugh... i guess that's cute

user30: i have never been more jealous ever in my life and it's over PASTA

georgerussell63: i am mobilising the GDPA against this. it's either pasta for ALL of us or NONE of us

yourusername: bring back seb you big wet wipe

georgerussell63: EXCUSE YOU!

charles_leclerc: i am an honourary italian and i am quite frankly offended i was not at least offered the left overs

oscarpiastri: but this was my special pasta party for my sprint win :(

georgerussell63: don't try and use that very cute and wholesome excuse with me mister, we have been robbed of pasta

yourusername: you queens are so dramatic i can't

user31: this sport is so unserious, they wouldn't protest over the conditions this weekend but pasta is where they draw the line 😭

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yourusername: if you're at COTA come on down to my bbq station it's mr america (@logansargeant) approved

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user33: miss ma'am is really raising the bar for all wags at this point

user34: who else is doing up masterchef at the track

logansargeant: i can confirm it is very good

yourusername: i knew there was a reason we love you logie bear

logansargeant: the ribs were so good you should honestly get an american passport

user35: guys i went and omg IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD + y/n was so fucking nice and said all proceeds are going to helping disadvantaged children get into karting

user36: my heart is so full i love them

maxverstappen1: slowing me down by making me have bbq i see how it is

yourusername: no one forced you to eat it buddy

maxverstappen1: well it's steak and mac and cheese ur dumb if you think i'm NOT fucking it up

yourusername: you got me there

danielricciardo: that was scrummy

charles_leclerc: petition for this to be here every week

georgerussell63: this just makes me more angry about missing out on pasta

user37: oscar is so much stronger than me cause if i had y/n i'd be asking for an absolute feast all of the time and would not stick to my meal plan

oscarpiastri: my favourite person doing her favourite thing <3

yourusername: you're my favourite thing

landonorris: keep that to yourself

yourusername: i can't love my bf now?

landonorris: that man is a child keep it PG

oscarpiastri: you made it not PG

yourusername: stop forcing your agenda on us lando

landonorris: i can't win with you people

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oscarpiastri: first season done. proud. ready to eat like a king

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user38: i don't think i've ever barked in response to a picture of food

landonorris: where's mineeeeee :((((((((

oscarpiastri: season is over mate. y/n is back to being mine and mine only, we're hibernating in aus

landonorris: selfish

yourusername: let us eat our sushi in peace this off season

user39: oscar ready to keep y/n to himself what a king

oscarpiastri: tired of sharing my gf :( i know she's the bestest ever but still i was getting separation anxiety when she was stolen to make food for george

georgerussell63: no regrets

yourusername: you were always a king, but i'm ready to treat you like royalty

oscarpiastri: right back at you, queen

yourusername: all the food WE want all off season

maxverstappen1: okay guys we can hear you

charles_leclerc: this is no way to talk about your 27 year old children honestly

landonorris: i'm calling childline actually

yourusername: feel free girl, kiss my ass cause you won't see it for months

landonorris: GASP!

oscarpiastri: that's been brewing, stop asking y/n to make you chicken dippers bro

landonorris: :(

yourusername: regardless of all the tomfoolery and the stray cats (drivers) we've picked up, i'm so proud of you oscar - here's to an even better year next year

oscarpiastri: thank you, my love. couldn't do it without you. i love you.

yourusername: i love you too osc

fin.

note: heyyy?? yeah i've kinda gone missing in action. i am working on the last two WIPs but i am so busy and my writers block is so bad i had to revisit an old fave lol. hope yall enjoy !

[sadie-bug345]

Ok one more I need outsiders Halloween hcs (costumes, what they do on Halloween, like go to parties, trick or treating, or staying in and watching scary movies) etc. THANK YOU IM DYING I LOVE YOUR WORK

OMG SHUT UP i just checked out your blog and you seem so cool😭🥰

what the gang does on halloween!!

yall im fr missing this time of year 😭🫢

ponyboy: - he only wants to go trick or treating if friends are going - probably gets pooped after like an hour🙄🖐️ - he seems like the type to dress up as a niche character from a show, movie, or book - and the SECOND anyone asks him abt it he will be like “😃i’ll tell you all about it!!” - LMAO its super cute though - he probably really likes handing out candy to kids though - he’d give a bunch of candy to kids with the coolest costumes in his humble opinion - he’s a blast to hang out with tho.

johnny: - prob get really into his costume, he’d go all out with makeup - lmao he’s giving like joker vibes and dallyd be batman or smth😭 - like pony, he’d only go trick or treating or out to parties if his friends pressure him to - if it was his choice he’d be perfectly content chillin on the couch with some snacks and a scary movie - i feel like he’d like poltergeist (this is my personal fave horror movie so im projecting lmfao) - the type to have a total straight face during the movie but he’s QUAKING.

sodapop: - he a partier for sure - probably have some goofy ahh matching costume with steve - like they’d kill it with the ghostbusters costumes - if he does hand out candy he’d be over here hyping up kids costumes which is so sweet - he’d pretend to get all scared when some kid yells “boo!” at him😭🫶 - just good vibes all around ngl

darry: - in high school he’d def go to parties and stuff - but now he only goes to supervise the loose cannons of the gang (dallas) - he’d probably wear a shirt that says “this is my costume” or smth - when he’s not making sure everyone’s making decent decisions he’s at home handing out candy - he got a special bowl for rude kids that just has like toothbrushes and raisins in it 😭😭

dally: - i feel like he’d begrudgingly match costumes with his friends - secretly loves it tho don’t tell him i said that - goes to some parties for a bit just to make his necessary appearance - but gets bored after a bit and goes to wreak some havoc in the neighborhoods - steals candy, ransacks those haunted houses people set up in their garages, scares kids, you name it, dallas the menace has done it - it’s a lot of fun but also concerning like wow you really like giving kids traumatizing core memories?? 😧

two-bit: - ONLY joke costumes - i can see him in onesies, inflatable costumes, just anything that makes someone crack a smile - most likely a partier, if he does stay home and watch movies he’s secretly scared - the type to make fun of anything the characters are doing - lemme tell you he is RELENTLESS - like he’s lowk coming up with a whole plan just in case he’s in that horror movie situation - “so first, i’d get the bat i hide underneath my bed at all times and then get my emergency flashlight and slide on a mattress down the stairs and out the door and-“ - and you’re just like “🧍‍♀️” - LMAOOO.

steve: - he will probably get so hyped up at parties - matching with sodapop duh - super fun ngl - he and soda will just dare each other to do dumb crap and they’ll actually do it - meanwhile everyone is just staring with admiration and concern in their eyes lmaoo - probably pigs out on candy at three am but don’t we all😭🫶

cherry: - this girl will pull up with the cutest but also most random costume ever LMAOO - like ponyboy it’s probably super niche and no one really expect cherry to wear it - everyone expects her to just be a hot zombie cheerleader or smth - she said she’s too iconic for that😔🖐️ - she’s honestly the kinda gal to just hang out at home if she had it her way - but hates scary movies so like she’ll watch half and just have a breakdown and switch it to my little pony - she’s so funny and sweet to the kids trick or treating - if she sees some littler kids getting bullied she’d swoop in and steal their candy like a superhero or smth LMAO.

thanks so much for requesting again! this was a lot of fun!❤️‼️

[germhammy]

(Mis)adventures of Little Wednesday-aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“Play date at Ruthie’s pt 2”

Enid: Eugene? Where’s Nes?

Eugene: oh. She left. Jane texted. Something about a last minute dress fitting?

Enid: oh no. She hates those so much.

Idgie walked in with a batch of honey glazed carrots sealed and labeled for sale.

Enid: Idgie? Can you make a batch of honey almond cookies for Nes? I’ll pay for them of course

Idgie: Nessie’s favorite? What’s the occasion?

Enid: dress fittings for her press and promotional shoots for her latest novel

Idgie: oh dear. Yes I can. In fact? As an added bonus?

Enid: stop it. I’m paying for them.

Idgie: no, I would give them to you but you want to buy them. I get that. Ninny has a new hobby. Carving almonds. At the moment it’s teeth. She’s carving almonds into little teeth. I was going to say as an added bonus? I would include some of the teeth shaped almonds. And as the sliver on the cookie? Ninny has some knives she’s carved

Enid: wait. What? Almond knives? Perfect! Thanks, Idgie

Dayton and Koda ran in

Dayton: Auntie Eenie! I’m so happy to be a misfit now! I’m glad my dad doesn’t hate Auntie Weenie anymore

Enid: I am glad too. Nes is a bit odd. But she’s not a bad person

Dayton: my dad said he’s glad I’m not a bully anymore like he was. He is sorry he hasn’t paid more attention to me. My mom usually does more of taking care of me and stuff

Enid: your mom is weird. Nes said she doesn’t call you by your name

Dayton: -Dayton laughed- um yeah. I wish had a better name for me though. I really don’t like ‘precious pookie’. I wish she called me something cool like Auntie Weenie calling Wednesday El Diablo or even her Grandpa calling her Little Stormy

Enid: her Grandpa calls Nes Storm Cloud sometimes. That’s where Little Stormy comes from.

GomezJr walked up

GomezJr: Koda! Look. I found a blue stegosaurus in the plushie pile! Do you have this one?

Koda: I do not know. Auntie Eenie? Take picture and ask my mom? I have money to buy I think. I have twenty dollars

GomezJr: it’s only $9.99

Enid took a photo of Koda holding the dinosaur making a puppy eyed face and sent it to Moana. After getting a reply she looked at Koda

Enid: your mom says you do not have that one. You may buy it with the money you have.

Koda: yay! And I still have enough to buy Raya small bag of honey candy

Then gang all came into the shop with Eugene for snack time just as Daisy Wentworth entered

Daisy: what in Heaven’s name is going on here? Why is my precious pookie here with these ruffians?

Eugene: Wednesday dropped the gang off for a playdate with Ruthie. I could ask the same of you. Why are you here?

Daisy: I did not approve of this? How does Wednesday decide what my child does? He is supposed to be with his father! Not here at this filthy farm! It’s bad enough he had to come here on that field trip. I don’t know why Mrs Couch has me delivering her orders here

Eugene: first of all, my little farm is not filthy. Second? I think that is something to take up with your husband. You know where to put Evelyn’s order.

Daisy: where is that wench? I will sue her for kidnapping! - walking over to the pick up holding area was located and retuning-

Enid: my wife did not kidnap your child. Your husband dropped him off at our house before going to the water polo meet. And we picked everyone up an brought them here.

Daisy: my husband would do no such thing! He hates that wench for what she did to him!

Dayton: no he doesn’t, momma.

Daisy: pookie, be quiet. The adults are speaking. Now tell me where your friend is.

Enid: my wife has left for a dress fitting. She will be back to pick up us later

Daisy: a dress fitting? Why on earth does she need to go to a dress fitting? That woman has no fashion sense

Enid: not that it’s any of your business. But she has a photo shoot and press for her new novel coming up

Daisy: my precious pookie will not be hanging out with these ruffians. POOKIE! It’s time to go.

Dayton: -pouting- but I’m having fun, momma. We are going to have snacks.

Daisy: we have plenty of snacks at home. And you can come with me while I make my deliveries

The gang sadly said goodbye to Dayton as Daisy dragged him away

[hamsterclaw]

Bangtan Christmas Drabble 1

Candy Cane ft Taehyung

You wake up with your head in Taehyung’s lap, and he shows you how his dick is as sweet as candy.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to Memes @madbutgloriouspond . Here's to another year of friendship and writing 💜

You wake up with your cheek pressed against the zipper of a pair of soft slacks.

‘Mmmfph,’ you murmur, shifting a little so it isn’t pressing into your face. You adjust the angle of your head and end up lying on a belt buckle.

Its smooth, metallic coolness pulls you closer to wakefulness.

You shift again, and realise there’s a hand on your head, fingers curled into your hair.

Last night comes back to you in flashes.

Christmas drinks with the old gang.

The short dress that just barely covered your breasts and ass.

The revenge dress, because you’d wanted to prove to your ex Taemin that you were doing just fine without him.

A few mojitos. A few more tequila shots. And a few more.

Taemin coming up to you but being cut off by another man.

The taste of the other man on your lips.

You lift your head, aware now of two things.

The length and girth of a covered cock against your cheek - if not fully hard, then at least halfway there.

Second, the name of the man who’d kissed you.

Kim Taehyung.

Your eyes meet his, as you look up at his face. He hasn’t moved his hand out of your hair.

‘Hey, Y/N,’ he says. He doesn’t look in the least bit sleepy.

‘Taehyung,’ you say, going for a smile. It’s tentative, because you’re now stone cold sober with your face effectively planted in his crotch.

Taehyung’s dark brows are furrowed together, top teeth in his bottom lip as he considers the situation. His wavy hair is flopped over his forehead, his hair product succumbing to whatever happened last night.

You have a vague recollection of running your fingers through his hair as he kissed you, writhing in his lap, grinding against the same dick that’s now barely an inch from your face.

‘So I guess we can go get breakfast,’ he says, his morning voice thick as molasses, ‘or we can pick up where we left off.’

Your eyes lock with his.

Taehyung wasn’t always part of your friend circle, your old gang was Sana and Hyejin and whichever boys were into them at the time. Just lately though, Sana’s long-term boyfriend Haru’s been bringing his friends round, and Taehyung’s one of them.

You think he works in fashion.

You’ve always been too caught up with your messy breakup with Taemin to find out more.

‘I can hear you thinking,’ Taehyung says. There’s kindness, what sounds like affection in his voice. ‘There’s a good coffee place around the corner from here. We can get breakfast and I’ll drop you off at home after if you like.’

His hand untangles from your hair, and you reach out and grab it as he’s pulling away.

His wrist is warm, pleasingly solid. Your fingertips skate over his smooth skin as you loosen your grip.

‘I’m good to pick up where we left off if you are,’ you say.

Your voice sounds so confident in the quiet of his flat.

Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat.

‘Get up here, then,’ he says.

You clamber up the length of his body as gracefully as you can considering your dress is rucked up around your hips, your silky panties exposed.

It’s only now that you realise that Taehyung’s shirt is most of the way open, that you can expose vast swathes of his chest with really very little effort at all.

Taehyung tilts his jaw up, and you forget any niggling worries about how you might taste because he seems to like the taste of you, judging by how he’s licking into your mouth.

He kisses firmly, like he senses that you need to know how he wants this.

And damn, he convinces you that he does want this. Wants you.

He doesn’t say a lot, but his breathing quickens as he tugs down the zipper of your dress, exposing your breasts.

You’re pleased to know that the silk and lace bra that you bought for an extortionate amount makes your breasts look as good as they did last night when you put it on, even in the truthful light of early morning.

Taehyung worries his bottom lip with his teeth, eyes fixed on you.

‘Shit. I knew you were stunning,’ he says, quietly, almost like he’s speaking to himself.

‘It’s the bra,’ you say, oddly shy.

He shakes his head. ‘Come now, you just had your face in my junk. You must know how pretty I think you are.’

He bucks his hips a bit, goofy, going for a laugh. ‘This guy doesn’t jump to attention for just anyone.’

You laugh.

Taehyung’s smile spreads across his face but you don’t get to enjoy it fully as he’s leaning down, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts.

He’s gorgeous, of course he is, but his lips are a whole other level of otherworldly beauty when they’re pressed against your nipple.

He grunts as he tugs your bra strap down, exposing you.

Again it seems like he’s trying to tell you without telling you how into this he is. He licks around your peaked nipple, teasing, then takes you in his mouth and sucks.

God he feels so good, your panties are soaked.

You realise his free hand is palming himself over his trousers, and you put your hand over his.

‘Take em off, Tae,’ you say.

He nods, pops off your nipple, squeezing your breast fondly as if to say he’s not done with you yet.

Then his trousers are down, the bulge of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.

Shit. Is that the head of his cock peeking out from a leg of his boxer briefs?

Your mouth goes dry, your cunt gushes at the sight of him.

You’re sitting up, trying to get close.

Taehyung almost looks bashful about it. ‘I’m big,’ he tells you. ‘I’ll go slow.’

You feel like all your Christmases have come at once.

‘Let me get you wet,’ you suggest, looking up at him through your lashes.

Taehyung says, ‘wait a sec.’

He arches off the couch you were both sleeping on, and you get a glorious preview of his cock as his hips buck towards your face.

There’s the crinkle of wrapping, a snap.

When you tear your eyes away from his dick you realise Taehyung’s got a candy cane in his mouth, pocketed in his cheek, the bulge of it obscene.

He hands you the other half of the candy cane, presses the edge of it against your lips.

‘Suck,’ he says, brows furrowed again, voice low.

You’ll suck anything this man gives you, that’s the truth.

The mint makes your tongue tingly, your mouth cool, awash with sweetness.

He tugs the waistband of his boxers down, way down, to mid thigh to free his cock.

It slaps against his abs, and you’re licking a stripe up the underside of it without a second thought.

Taehyung hisses, eyelids heavy as he gazes down at you.

He wraps a hand around himself, thumb smearing pre-cum.

‘You’re fucking obscene,’ he tells you. ‘I’m regretting every single time I wanted to ask you out and chickened out.’

This is news to you. You file his words away to think about later because he’s tapping his cock against your lips.

You open wide and slide him in. He’s heavy and hot on your tongue, so thick the thought of him inside your pussy makes you pulse around nothing.

His pleasured groaning spurs you on as you move on his cock, taking him deeper incrementally, trying to get your nose up against his groin.

You’re sloppy around him, you can’t help it, not with him filling your mouth and nudging into the back of your throat. His hand’s in your hair again, holding you steady.

You look up at him and he hisses, tugging your hair, pulling you off his cock. Your lips come off with a loud smack, your cheeks still hollowed from the suction.

‘Fuck,’ he groans. His pupils are so dilated his eyes look black.

He drags you up and unceremoniously buries his face in your cunt.

‘Ngh!’

Your hands flutter over the smoothness of the sofa, looking for something to anchor you.

Taehyung laughs, knowing, and grabs your hand.

He kisses the back of your hand, lips sloppy and tingly from the candy cane, and then puts your hand on his head.

‘Fuck my face, yeah?’ he utters.

He delves between your legs again and makes out with your cunt exactly the same way he kissed your mouth. His stubble rubs against your inner thighs, and you realise you’ve clenched your thighs around his head.

You let your muscles go lax, and Taehyung grunts his approval.

He laps at your entrance, nose nudging your clit, tongue spearing into you shallowly.

He swallows audibly, and it’s so hot you nearly jerk off the sofa. He presses a hand on your hip, crooning, ‘easy, love.’

He eats your pussy like it’s his last meal, and his enthusiasm has you bucking your hips against his face, fingers tangled in his hair.

You think you could come like this but your cunt’s been clenching for him since you saw him.

‘Fuck me, Tae,’ you plead.

His brows are furrowed again. ‘Yeah, let me get a condom.’

There’s a tearing sound, the familiar smell of latex you always associate with sex, and then he’s back on top of you, the head of his cock against you.

He presses his forehead to yours, voice muffled around the stick of candy he’s popped back into his mouth.

‘Suck,’ he tells you again, and you suck the exposed end of the candy cane he’s holding out to you, suck it in until your lips are touching again.

Taehyung licks at your lips and pushes his way into you.

You’re wet, slick, but the girth of him still makes you feel stretched around him.

Your low moan makes him stop.

‘You good, love?’ he asks, strained.

‘Yeah don’t stop,’ you mumble. You grab his ass to push him in deeper.

Taehyhung sounds pleased. ‘Good fucking girl,’ he tells you.

He snaps his hips, fills you the rest of the way, and you moan again as he bottoms out in you.

For a moment you and him are perfectly still, then he’s moving again, giving it to you just right.

You close your eyes, and all you feel is peppermint on your lips, in your mouth, and the drag of Taehyung’s cock inside you. He forces a hand between you, thumbs your clit.

Your teeth grind down, the candy in your mouth snaps, and then you’re splintering in the wave of your orgasm, calling his name.

‘Yeah,’ Taehyung groans, moving faster now, hitting you hard with every thrust.

He cups your head, plunges his tongue into your open mouth, and grinds against your still pulsing cunt as he comes, shivering and jerking until finally, he’s still.

You whimper as he pulls out and ties off the condom, dropping it carelessly on the floor.

‘Still here,’ he says, reassuring. ‘Are you good?’

He touches your cheek.

You open your eyes to see him watching your face.

‘Should’ve asked me out sooner,’ you tell him.

Taehyung laughs. ‘I’m not gonna make that mistake again,’ he tells you.

He settles in behind you on the sofa, pulling you into his chest.

He strokes your hair until you slip into a light doze, and when you next wake, he pulls you under him and you do it again.

His dick’s just as sweet without the candy.

©hamsterclaw 2022

[jamalgripperton46290]

Blinding Lights and Secret Doors (Hub x Bub)

A/N

WE'RE BACK :)))) Enjoy lil' broskis <3

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Time flies, goes by like a faint and succinct rustle among the strong, rustling wind. Hell, just a couple months ago Bub was watching the children gleefully play outside, while decorations of fluorescent pumpkins adorned the scene, as well as the occasional 'Trick or Treat' exchanged by exuberant little children buzzing with excitement and pride, showing all of their winnings of candy to their friends, as if they were intricate pieces of treasures, only to be shown to the most trustworthy of people. And then came Thanksgiving. Nothing too special, just Bub showing up to his parent's house for some family gathering being held, and jacking off harshly into his hand shortly after the boredom was too much to overcome by himself.

And jacking off has always been one of Bub's (not many) talents, as he'd like to boast to everyone. He's fantastic, heck, maybe even the greatest. He knows the right amount of pressure to apply, the perfect rhythm, all the key spots, and that flawless angle and position of his wrist where it isn't bound to get as worked up as most of the population's "Average Noob Whacking", as he likes to call it. He might be the ultimate and unmatched whacker off-er or jerk off-er (however you'd wish to call it) in his own eyes, but reality doesn't always live up to the rad expectations we make up in our heads. I'll just cut to the chase and tell you that Bub's just a sad, pathetic little virgin (womp womp). Living his life miserably fucking his hand because no one else is there to do it for him. How utterly sad. (#Lcantrelate).

Okay, well, easing off the harshness here for a lil', let's move onto Hub, our fellow yellow storybot. Looks can deceive, as they like to say, because Hub was often described as an outgoing and friendly fella, usually the one coming up with unusually fun ideas to spend the time, mostly really fuckin' weird. Like that one time he somehow convinced the whole gang to piss in this bigass bucket, to later use the liquid and pour it down at people from his 4th floor. But fun nonetheless. What most didn't and wouldn't expect, was that he had a rather interesting sex life. I mean, c'mon, you wouldn't really be able to predict that some fidgety yellow dude whose stature would fool you into thinking he was a pubescent, moody teenager going on a no-deodorant strike, could name even the wildest positions in bed in less than a minute or two. Well actually, most teenagers nowadays probably could, but like, let's dwell on the good ol' 19-somethings, 'kay? (neither of us was born then but whatever don't come at us pls). Back in the days and stuff, or whatever boomers say these days, I don't know.

Needless to say, while one got bitches, the other one didn't, and was probably getting his dick stuck in something that wasn't a cunt. Like, dude, how much of a virgin can one really be? Bub is the robot embodiment of that.

Well, Hub was pretty well-known around storybot-ville, so naturally, he got invited to some random Christmas party held at some pothead he knew's house, not to toot his own horn, but he was kinda famous around these regions, he was humble about it though, like the cool dude he was #humblestorybotdudeyourockman.

So yeah, Hub being all humble and stuff, accepted the nice invitation, manners and all. And just like in any other story, this is the event where the two oblivious characters meet, and in our stories, end in both of em' fucking, cuz duh. You know what you clicked on anyways, pls keep reading chickadee, we wanna be famous :)))

No one really knows how Bub got there, but he did, m'kay? (I'm feelin kinda lazy rn and making another backstory is kinda exhausting yk sorry chickadoodles momma humpty still loves u)

Anyways,

It was reaching around 11:00 at night, and all the happy storybots were in the exciting midst of getting ready for a fun, gay ol' night with their friends, probably to just end up smoking that wild hippie lettuce and dropping dead on the couch after a couple shots, but at least it was all in loving company, and at the end of the day, that's all that really matters <3 (awwww)

Bub was being an absolute loner in a dark corner, the colorful, bright lights cascading byzantine shadows across his pumpkin-orange hued robot features, the speakers were blasting some random ass song that said something along the lines of someone's cock being bigger than yours? Bub didn't know, he didn't really listen to music (shame on u bub soad is rad asf bro #cigarosupremacy🧎‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙏✝️). His friend apparently ditched him for some hunk like 3 steps into the house. Fantastic.

So alone he was, scanning the crowd before him moshing to some song he didn't know, having what seemed like a good time. He was really debating on finding the nearest bathroom to jack off in because being in a party with nobody at your side is pretty sad and very, very boring. 

He was about to flip a coin to decide his lonely dick's fate, when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with a rather good-looking storybot, roughly his height.

"Hey, haven't seen you around, you new here?" The amber toned fellow shouted over the deafening noise.

"What? Oh, uh, no. Just here with a friend... I think. She kinda ditched me."

"Oh, bummer man, sorry about that. Uh, can I sit here?" Hub gestured at the chair beside Bub. Having nothing better to do (other than jacking off), Bub nodded, moving aside slightly to accommodate space for this new hunk.

"What's a cute guy like you doing alone in here, then?" Hub smirked, inching slightly closer to the orange robot.

"Actually, I just kinda got here, y'know? This stuff isn't really my scene, not gonna lie," Bub rambled on, "And I got here with my friend like 20 minutes ago, and it kinda sucks 'cause I picked my good ratty jeans for this, and like, not even 5 seconds into this place, and some dude starts flirting with her and then just like that, bam, she's gone. So then, I'm like: 'should I jack off or something?', so I was gonna flip a coin and then you came so like, here we are now, I guess."

Listening intently to his whack ass story, Hub let out a small chuckle, kind of mesmerized with this dude, he surely wanted to know more about him.

"What? Shit gets boring, y'know? And jacking off is the next best thing on my list."

"So, I take it you just randomly jack off when you're bored?" Hub laughs.

"Y'know what? Forget it, I probably should be getting home anyway or something." Bub huffed, annoyed. Getting up from his seat a little more dramatically than he probably should've, but he lived for drama and shit, like the little fucker he was.

Strong hands pulled him back and down onto Hub's lap. And correct him if he was wrong, but was that a semi digging into his ass? Damn, who knew a lame ass virgin could make that happen?

Maybe he was imagining things, or maybe someone spiked his drink, but surely, he couldn't make that happen all by himself, could he?

"I was gonna ask you to spend your lonely little Christmas with me. I've been eyeing you a lot tonight, but you're an oblivious one, aren't you?" Hub hums seductively, hands tightly gripping Bub's waist, his mouth starting to ghost across the back of his neck, sending tiny shocks of pleasure down the orange robot's spine.

Eventually, Bub dragged the hunk by the hand and ran with him to the nearest available room, checking that it was empty and free of storybots high off their shit, he locked the door behind them successfully.

As cool and controlled as Bub was trying to play it, he was wracking his brain for possible ways to tackle this... Situation.

I mean, he had already embarrassed himself enough earlier, so he wasn't just gonna tell the dude 'hey brah, I'm kind of a virgin so take it real vanilla on me, 'kay?'. Hell no.

But he figured he'd watched plenty of stuff on the internet, so he knew the gist of it, you could say.

It was probably the adrenaline speaking for him or something, because next thing he knew, some unknown force was making him pull the hunk's jeans down, or at least attempt to, cuz those shits wouldn't come down as much as he pulled on them, the hunk had cake. What a lucky bonus!

"A feisty one, are we?"

He was already thinking of all the ways he'd go with this, his head continuously chanting yes, yes, yes, yes. When it suddenly dawned upon him, he hadn't properly introduced himself to the 'hunk' as he'd been calling him in his head all this time. Dammit, way to go, Bub.

"Uh, not to like, ruin the moment we're having here, but I figured if I want to moan your name as loud as I can and until my lungs give out, I need to know it and stuff," Bub awkwardly smiled rather sheepishly, "Uh, by the way, I'm Bub."

"Oh, yeah. I'm Hub... Uh, nice to meet you? Can you please get on with it, though? My dick's killing me here."

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

Well at least that was out of the way, now he could finally get through with the fun part. It shouldn't be too hard right? (ha, hard. lolsies i'm so silly)

He was a hectic flurry of emotions, up until the jeans finally came off. And he saw the outline of his first ever dick. He was about to suck that thing! Him! Bub Storybot was accomplishing a major milestone today! He almost wanted to take a quick picture posing next to it and keep it in his wallet or something. Hooray for him(?)

Soon after, the moment of truth was here. It felt like the world was spinning in slow fucking motion, all his life was leading to this very moment. He almost shed a tear over this random dude's dick, seriously.

And so, the boxers came off, and woah.

Merry fuckin' Christmas.

Bub's jaw hung agape at the mesmerizing sight, what used to be a semi hard cock was now fully up, the vein on the underside of Hub's length pulsed with blood racing down to his painfully hard dick. The tip leaked slimy little beads of pre-cum sliding down the fiery, angry tip. Bub salivated at the very thought of wrapping his lips around it. So that's exactly what he did.

Capturing Hub's tip in the warm cavity of his mouth, Bub circled it with his tongue while soaking in the small grunts that left Hub as he did so. After some more teasing, Hub grew irritated at Bub's antics and grabbed the back of his head, shoving his length down his throat. Bub's gags filled the pretty cramped room they were both in, the soft yellow hue of the old light encompassed the two and seeped out the small crack at the bottom of the door, along with the sound of Hub's grunts and moans.

Drool coated Hub's length and slid down Bub's chin as he bobbed his head along his length, hands placed on Hub's meaty thighs and eyes tracing over his sweaty features. Wobbly shelves creaked slightly as Hub tilted his head back in pleasure, old ornaments rolled down the slanted shelves and weathered tinsel crunched noisily beneath the weight of his head.

Bub traced the bumps of prominent veins that lined his cock either his tongue, eliciting sounds of pure pleasure from Hub. Prior quiet and kind of unnoticeable groans and grunts soon turned into loud and very noticeable moans, groans and the occasional whimper. Hub's cock twitched deep in Bub's thoat as he fought the need to gag and swallowed every inch Hub had.

Stars exploded infront of Hub's eyes as he felt himself emptying his load in Bub's mouth. Catching his breath as he slumped against the wall and soaked in the few remaining sparks that still burned after he came, Hub clamped Bub's jaw shut with his hand as the other plugged his nose so Bub had no other option than to swallow every last drop.

Hub yanked Bub's pants down, the thicker piece of denim scraping against Bub's two voluptuous planets and bunching up at his ankles. Grabbing the  weathered tinsel in his hands, Hub tightly tied the material around both of Bub's wrists behind his back as he lined his saliva covered cock up with Bub's slightly puckered chocolate starfish.

Bub could barely register the fact that his wrists were restrained behind his back, his pants were down and Hub's body was pressed flush against his back before Hub plunged the entirety of his length into him. A loud yelp (that was more kinda like a loud moan) fell from Bub's lips as Hub continued to thrust inside him at an organ rearranging pace. The door they were currently fucking against rattled and creaked under the borderline animalistic way they were going at it.

What was left of Hub's self-control immediately crumbles and dissolved into nothingness once he'd heard whimpers spill from Bub's tongue, along with the chant of his name that sounded as if he was worshipping Hub's very existence. Roughly pounding into Bub, Hub had a vice-like grip on his fiery orange skin that was now glazed in sweat from the boiling atmosphere of the stuffy cupboard.

With one last deep and gut splitting thrust, Hub spilled all his cum inside Bub. The two were left with white blinding their visions at the sound crushing pleasure that still flowed through their veins before they put in their clothes once again and straightened themselves out.

After some time, it finally dawned upon Bub that he'd just fucked the chunk of a hunk in a damn storage cupboard like fuckin animals. Down and dirty against a door, even that was mind-boggling to him (even though the second he gets a little to bored at any function he's up and off to the nearest restroom or empty room for the wank of his life that leaves his hand cramped up, a tad sore and slightly stuck in the circular position).

It also occurred to him that he'd probably not see or hear from Hub for a while since they only knew each other's name before they rushed off to a cupboard to blow off some steam only to part ways not long after the best lay of each of their lives. Stuffing his hands into his pockets to seem a little less awkward, he felt something crinkling in his palm. He took the thing out and, lo and behold, it was a small note.

2 434-5508

Round 2?

- Hub

Looks like it's gonna be a very merry Christmas this year.

•••

A/N

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I MISSED YA LIL' CHICKADOODLES

RadHumptyTrumpty here, and I wanna apologize for not being here for like, what. 3 months?

But, alas, we made it and I was very happy to go back to writing again (the last 3 fics were all solely written by pookie jamal) I came up with this random idea laying awake on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I wrote pretty much most of it, and not to brag or anything, but I think this is my best work humor and grammatical wise :)

We both listened to Radio/Video an ungodly amount of times while making this chapter, so thank you father Serj, we owe ya bro <3

Although Siamese Dream kept me fucking poetically soaring. One of the bestest albums ever wtf its amazing ily Siamese Dream. Cried like twice when Luna started playing, that shit is SAD ASF GODDAMN. Thanks for that, father Billy, ur so metal ily <3

Can't forget ma beautiful golden boys. Bullets kept me alive and still does like every second ever. #IBYMBYBMYLSUPREMACY. Love ya lots pookie Gerard <3333333333333333333333333333

Oh and thank you Mozzie, you save me constantly. Meat Is Murder is better than The Queen Is Dead come at me idgaf I stand by my beliefs. Still love TQID a lot tho, but MIM has my heart (My fav is Barbarism Begins At Home btw. Literal gold. Amen). Thanks for that, old man Mozzah <3

I used this fic as an excuse to bully Bub, idk why I just don't like him, Hub's better. Whatever.

I had so much fun writing this, and hope you had fun reading it :)

Mama loves u chickadoodles <33333

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HI PEEPS, Jamal Gripperton here. It's been a long while since we've posted (like 2 months so like a really long time and stuff). There's a lotta things I gotta tell y'all so I'm gonna go through it kinda quickly. 

Firstly, sorry for not puttin somethin out for a while its just been a lil busy and stuff and there was a lotta kinnktober, nnn and kinkmas stuff we were gonna put out earlier and stuff.

Thirdly, if you read the first A/N you'd know that Beezy Bee is now Rad Humpty Trumpty which to the new readers that'll see this after all of the chapter endings and stuff are changed this won't really matter but yea Beezy Bee will now reside in our hearts and stuff. 

Fourthly, 1.7K?!?!?!?!?!!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIPITTY FUCK !?!?!? THANKS LIL PEEPS Literally bouta die cuz alla y'alls are so rad and got a special place in my heart and the journey we've been through so far is like fuckin majestical and I can't put into words how grateful I am for every single one of them reads and the loyal peeps who come back when we drop another banger.

So yea there's that.

(did y'all catch sneaky lil am reference?)

Keep readin this shit, we're really cool.

Have a good one ppls :)

- RadHumptyTrumpty and Jamal Gripperton <3

[yellowocaballero]

I always write the full story and do a bit of edits before I publish, which I plan on doing very soon! Here's a snippet, though:

“Hey, kid. Wanna join a gang?”

Sakura halted, kunai half-buried in the hard packed dirt. She looked upwards, blinking owlishly. 

Obito didn’t have to fight the urge to sweat, because he was partly wood and wasn’t capable of it. The desire persisted. Sakura blinked at him.

He was being ridiculous. The girl couldn’t level mountains with a punch or stop hearts with a touch. She wasn’t head of a hospital and inventor of a dozen medical techniques. She wasn’t even married. Not even to idiots. This was a whole-ass civilian child. She could barely stick a leaf to her abnormally large forehead.

“What kind of gang?” Sakura paused a beat. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger, I’m a ninja. That’s trustworthy.” Ninjas were pretty famous for being trustworthy, straightforward people. Granted, there was an outlier that should not be counted. “And it’s a fun gang. With…uh, candy.”

Sakura narrowed her eyes. “Where’s your headband?”

“Laundry day.”

Sakura applied every ounce of her genius intellect towards considering this. Obito carefully crouched down across from her, looking down at the small and crumbling hole she’d created. Wasn’t she a bit too old to dig in the dirt for fun? 

Finally, she said, “Sorry, Suspicious Ninja-san. I have school, homework, and chores. And a class project due next week. I have no time in my schedule for a gang.”

“Not even if it’s a really good one?” Obito wheedled.

Sakura shook her head solemnly.

Obito sighed dramatically, poking a gloved finger into the small hole. He allowed Sakura to smack his finger away with the kunai, ignoring her glare. It was super cute and potentially deadly. “So you’re too busy learning away, huh? Guess you’re just another kid with no intellectual curiosity. If you’re perfectly happy with the normal classes, I guess you don’t need advanced ones…”

Obviously, that got her attention. Obito knew full well that classes weren’t challenging her. Acing all of them across the board was a point of pride, but she knew that she wasn’t reaching her potential. She wanted to ace more difficult exams, which was more pride, and continue onwards towards higher difficulty in her quest for self-esteem. She searched unceasingly for the most difficult questions so she could experience the vain victory of knowing she was better than everybody else. Gifted kids. They were all the same.

“Is your gang a class?” Sakura demanded. “Is it special tutoring? Like the clan kids get?”

Ah. And maybe she wanted to do the impossible just to be as good as everybody else. That had always been the life of Sakura Haruno.

“It’s a group of people bound together by a shared dream,” Obito said mysteriously. Sakura’s eyes widened. “Yeah, we teach each other things. Special secret techniques that only we know. Here, I’ll show you one.” He looked down at the hole, brushing away stray rocks. “You weren’t using this hole for anything, right?”

“I was digging for worms,” Sakura said, frank and even. Somehow, her little dress didn’t have a speck of mud on it. 

“Cool. Uh, why?”

“They have really simple chakra networks.”

“Sorry I asked.” Obito dug his finger a little deeper into the hole, forming a small cavity, before raising his hand and cupping it over the hole. “Watch carefully. A true ninja looks underneath the underneath.”

Anybody looking from a distance - anybody from ANBU to nosy mothers - would have assumed he dug into the hole and pulled it out. But Sakura, ear to the ground and big green eyes fixed on the magic underneath Obito’s hand, saw it clearly.

A wisp of green pushed through the bottom of the hole. It slowly rose upwards, leaves growing and unfurling, as it reached the top of the hole and continued to grow. Petals budded at the top of the plant and unfurled, spreading pink. Spring passed in an instant, and in a slight of hand Obito pulled the plant up by the stem and pretended it had been there all along.

It was a camilla, petals dyed as pink as Sakura’s hair. Obito ceremoniously presented it to her. She was almost unable to take it: she was stupified, surprised stiff. She knew exactly what she had just seen.

She mouthed three syllables to herself: Mokuton. Obito smiled slyly. 

Sakura finally took the flower, inspecting it closely. Somewhat critically, she said, “Camillas don’t come in pink.”

“I thought I’d cater to my audience.” Obito leaned in, and Sakura ducked her head to match him. “I can teach you how to do it.”

Sakura’s eyes narrowed, twirling the flower between her finger and thumb. “It’s a kekkai genkai. You can’t teach kekkai genkais. And nobody would, anyway.”

“I would. I’m even offering.”

“Who are you?”

“Guy who wants to put together a gang. With fun and candy.”

Sakura’s eyes narrowed further into slits. “You said the gang already existed.”

“Let’s just say that we’re getting the gang back together for the very first time.”

“Why would we say that?”

She had not warned him that it would be this difficult. Obito remembered little girls as being way more pliable than this. But most little girls would have run away from strangers offering free rides, so maybe Sakura was more gullible than most. Or more susceptible to temptation. But every great ninja was.

“Flowers have simple chakra systems too.” Obito put his hand over the pit again. “Feel for my chakra this time. Earth and water. Watch what I do.”

He made a small sapling this time, which was far simpler and straightforward than creating a flower that didn’t exist. Sakura watched him carefully, eyes closed shut, and when he finished she reached in and ripped out the sapling herself. She studied the sapling carefully before sticking it in her mouth, running her tongue over the leaves and stem. Then she spat it out, brushing dirt over the plant as if burying a body and placing her hand over the hole.

Sakura screwed her eyes shut and lay there for a long time. Obito’s mind almost started spiraling into megalomania again before she began drawing her hand up. She made several small motions with her fingers, almost pinching, and Obito watched in marked interest as a small sapling rose from the soil. It only grew an inch out of the soil, and it was nothing more than a sprout, but so was Sakura. 

When she opened her eyes and saw what she had made - when she realized that the no-name and do-nothing girl could create a Mokuton as mighty as the god’s - Obito knew that he had hooked her.

Obito smiled at her, stiff and unyielding. “I have a dream. I’m dreaming of a world filled with meadows of beautiful flowers and forests of the tallest trees. You could help me create this dream, Sakura. I can teach you some of it, but you’ll have to make it the rest of the way on your own.”

The sapling sat in Sakura’s palm, and Obito knew that she found it far more beautiful than any flower. When she spoke, she stared at the sapling. “How?”

“Well…” Obito scratched at the back of his neck, laughing slightly. “How do you feel about crime?”

“Crime?!”

In the end, he had to kidnap her a bit. Technically he could have kidnapped her from the beginning, but a little work now saved a lot of work later. She complained a lot at first about her ‘family’ and ‘school’ and ‘desertion’, but she got over all of that predictably quickly. Her village did too: a disappearing child was not noteworthy in Konoha. Worst case scenario they’d accidentally stir up some ‘but I thought you kidnapped her for your child army’ situations.

Obito would create a heaven on earth, come hell or high water. Anybody who got in his way would die, from the lowliest Suna ninja to the Hokage himself. That was what it meant to be an optimist. And this little girl would be key to it all.

The most important thing to remember while writing Obito is that he is a freak. You are legally obligated to have him say, think or do something that will make the reader go "hey obito what the fuck" every other paragraph. He is not allowed to be normal.

That goes double for any time he is anywhere near Kakashi, who is also a freak but in a different way, and who only makes Obito more insane

[inuiiwonderland]

Twisted wonderland 1st year boys with a mc who is a gang member/toman gang member in their world

Twst x Tokyo revengers crossover

Gn reader

A bit ooc so sorry😓

When you first arrived in twisted wonderland you were absolutely confused on why the hell you were in a coffin, even more confused and spooke out when a talking CAT was in front of your face. After slowly adjusting to this new world, you still haven't told anyone about your life in your old world.

It Was a Friday night. You and the first years decided to throw a sleepover at ramshackles dorm for the night. Bored games and snacks were scattered around on the table while a movie played on the TV. Everything was going good until ace thought of something that was always on his mind ever since you got here.

"Say y/n, I always wonder what that weird uniform you were wearing was when you first got here" He says while grabbing another handful of chips from the bowl.

"Oh that? Um well it's nothing really.."

"Is it some kind of school uniform from back in your world? I never really seen any like that here" Says ace.

"It looked cool though! It kinda reminded me of something out of a action movie" Says Deuce while taking a sip of his soda.

You didn't know how to tell them about it. You never really thought it was important to tell them what you use to do back in your world. But you could see the others get curious when ace asks you what you did back in your world or what you would do for fun since there isn't any magic back home.

"Well...I'm actually a gang captain back in my world." You say as you eat the candy that you bought while watching the movie that played.

"HUH?!" You didn't seem bothered by their loud voices as you continue to eat like nothing is wrong.

"Yep"

"Wait your a gang captain??!"

"Your in a gang?!"

"You associate yourself in those activities?!?"

You took a sip of your drink and answered their questions.

"Yes, yes, and yes. I been captain since the gang was created since I'm a founding member" You say casually while the others jaws were on the floor.

"Founding member? What that?" Grim asks as he tilts his head to the side curiously. You smiled and took another sip of your drink.

"A founding member is someone who created or was there when the gang first got formed. Me and my friends were the ones who created it so that makes us founding members."

"Ohh"

"Wait you and your friends are in the same gang??"

"Mhm"

"Our captain or boss as we like to call him when we tease him is my best friend, mikey" You continue to go on and tell them all about the things you and your friends did back home as the 1st years all quietly listened to the stories.

"And that was when baji decided to run off and burns some cars since we didn't hurry up with the food"

"So he likes to burn cars when he hungry?" Epel says while imagining your friend going around destroying people's cars.

"Yeah, he does get in trouble a lot by doing so!"

"Oh! And mikey gets a little pouty when draken insults his height when they get into small petty arguments"

"Sounds like riddle" ace murmured which made both grim and deuce snort.

"So that why you do well during vargases class"

"I was impressed by how fast you run during laps" Jack says.

"Trust me, by the amount of trouble I get into with the cops back home, running is nothing"

"I don't really approve with the things you do back home but I'll say some of them are quite funny" sebek says loudly which made you chuckle.

"I did far worst than what I've told you" this gained you a glare from him which you only laugh and say that you were kidding...kind of.

"Funny thing is, I was heading to a meeting before I got transferred here. I wonder what their up to now.." they see your smile drop at the thought of your friends back home which made them a little sad. But they quickly found a way to distract you from getting all gloomy.

"Hey how about you show us more about that kick your friend knows how to do!"

"Oh yeah I wanna learn!" Epel eagerly says as he gets up from the ground.

"I would like to see some of your moves to!" Sebek shouts as you smiled up at him.

"Alright then...I'll show you how it's done!"

Eh I didn't really like how it turned out but I hope you guys still enjoy. Sorry that it's short:/

I really love crossovers soo I'll probably do more of these! Especially twisted wonderland and Tokyo revengers!

Also ooc sebek? I'm not really good at writing him but I'll try my best next time!

[haitanizzz]

hello since you guys are a new blog i wanted to request. Can i have separate headcanons of mikey, the kawata twins, baji and mitsuya with a male s/o who takes the dominant role in the relationship. Hes also a really badass fighter and has a really scary reputation thats makes people afraid of him but is really chill and more like a himbo.

omg tysm for requesting!! we did our best since this is our first request, we hope you like it♡

characters: mikey, souya, mitsuya, nahoya, baji x male reader (2nd pov)

cw: slight violence, pure fluff tbh, spelling errors

L: mikey, souya, mitsuya

F: nahoya, baji

mikey:

mikey would be the one who wants to be pampered by you all the time. always asking for piggy-back rides/asking you to carry him, basically clinging to you everytime he’s with you. you're basically the new draken once you start dating lmao he isn’t scared of pda at all so expect a lot of that too especially when you’re the one being intimate in public. he’s not the type to get embarrassed easily but when it’s with you..oh boy..just grab his wrist and pull him into a hug and he’s already red as hell (the others will tease him if they see you especially draken and baji). he likes how intimidating you're to other people but also gets jealous when you get way too much attention lol if anyone looks at mikey in a bad way you just glare at them and they're already walking away in fear. loves it when you take him out to eat to your fav place and actually falls asleep on you. everyone in the gang who doesn't know you is actually really scared of you but it changes once you brought food to a meeting. (everyone loved it)

he thinks you're really cool when you fight and actually looks up to you in a way. when he sees you fighting it gives him so much energy that he's next to you in a second throwing punches as well. he loves it when after a fight with another gang you're all over him checking him for any injuries and taking care of him if he got hurt. (he deserves all the love tbh:(<3) he will fake being hurt just to be carried.

souya:

i think he's a very shy person when he's with you especially at the beginning of your relationship. the same as mikey, he's the youngest sibling and he loves to be pampered but doesn't really show it. grab his hand in public and he's gonna be a shy blabbering mess, he doesn't know where to look or what to say he's so embarrassed😭 nahoya will make fun of him if he catches you two and souya's face gets even more red if that's possible and since he's too shy to hold hands he just follows you around like a puppy or just holds your pinkie. your reputation comes in handy since i feel like he's not really a social person and hates being at the center of attention, so people usually stay away from you.

he absolutely adores how strong you're and thinks you're amazing and would love to have you teach him some moves! secretly loves it but pretends to be annoyed when you just show up at his house and take him for a ride not taking no as an answer. hug him from behind when you're in private and he will melt.

mitsuya:

now for the love of god please take this boy to your house at the weekends for a day long cuddling session cuz he needs. a. break. don't get me wrong he loves his sisters more than anything but he really needs someone to look after him too. (and that's why you're here) loves to go shopping with you for fabrics and going out to eat to a nearby restaurant that you choose everytime. not gonna lie he was scared shitless when he first met you but that image of you quickly shattered when you used a corny pick-up line on him when he bumped into you and yeah you've been dating ever since lmao the first time he took you home his sisters were hiding at his legs and the next second you showed them the stuffed toys you bought them they were all over you. luna and mana loves you sm tbh you always bring them candy (without mitsuya knowing ofc) and they just love the headpats you give them. once he was in the kitchen preparing dinner for you guys (you were sleeping over) and found you and his sisters on top of you sleeping on the floor, he took a polaroid of you and has it hanged up in his room.

he loves how you're more than capable of protecting yourself and actually wants you to teach him so he can get stronger. even though he knows you're strong he still worries but when you just flash him your stupid smile it all goes away. (he also blushed but looked away.)

nahoya:

i just know he would show you off to everyone. he's so proud of you and he wants everyone to know how amazing you are:( also i feel like he would use you to treathen people?? "do you have any idea who my boyfriend is? don't make me tell him to-" you would have to cover his mouth in embrassement and apologize to the poor guy who accidentally bumped into smiley and made him fall. i like to imagine that he's clingy as hell, especially when you're around others. you can't get him off of you because he constantly wants to hold your hands, ask for headpats maybe even climb on your back and clinge to you like a koala. (please do give him headpats he will melt on the spot). he just wants to show off his love for you to the others:(

his poor brother was literally shitting his pants when you first joined the gang, meanwhile nahoya was basically all over you, asking things like "where did you learn to fight?","can you teach me some moves??", basically smiley being the social butterfly he is.

he's overall so so proud of you and looks up at you so much. he loves how you're independent and that you can protect yourself and others, it makes him feel at ease!

baji:

to be honest he didn't like you at the start when he met you. he imagined you as a person full of himself because he's stronger than others. he was really avoidant of you, maybe even suspicious that you want something from the gang. but when he saw you play with some kittens at his usual spot where he was feeding the stray cats?? oh boy that man literally fell in love with you, he just didn't want to admit it yet. from that day you two would usually go and hang out around that spot, just talking about meaninlgess things and playing with the kittens. and when you planned a cat cafe date with him as your first one, he never thought he can fall even harder for you.

i like to imagine that when baji does something stupid the gang is calling you immediately, half of them already has your number saved just in case 💀. he hates to admit it but he loves pda, he's just too shy to ask for it and likes to play the though guy. but when you take his hand in your's around the others?? he would be a stuttering and blushing mess.

he thinks you're the coolest person he ever met, even if he had his doubts in the beginning. you're like his role model, he always tells you how you take out the best of him. i feel like he has a hard time showing his emotions, but he loves you and is really proud of you!:)

[dontfeeltoohot]

EDDIES BIRTHDAY WEEKEND - OCTOBER 31ST / HALLOWEEN

And so it begins! Here is 8k of Eddie starting to actually not feel well, plus carving pumpkins and a fall festival!! I hope you guys enjoy!

Eddie wakes up in a daze, feeling hazy and bleary, like somehow he’s brought the fog from the haunted houses they’d been at last night, home with him. Blinking, he takes a moment just to lay in bed, listening to Steve’s slow, sleepy breaths next to him. Remembering what day it is, the man smiles, and rubs at his eyes. Halloween is the best day of the year in his book. Sure his birthday is cool too, but Halloween means dressing up, watching horror movies, getting candy, and scaring people without repercussions (for the most part). Getting up quietly and letting Steve sleep, he pads to the bathroom to start his morning routine. 

An hour later, it’s becoming apparent to the musician that he’s not feeling like himself, maybe not sick, but his usual energy and dramatics are lacking. Though his blood glucose and insulin levels are normal, he feels oddly lethargic as he cooks eggs and bacon; despite Steve’s protests that he shouldn’t cook on his birthday, for his group of friends. As he stands in front of the stove, his boyfriend comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his slender frame. 

“You excited for today, birthday boy?” His breath is hot against Eddie’s ear and cheek, earning him a smile and shiver. 

“Mhm, definitely. We’re going to that downtown festival thing tonight, right?”

“That’s the plan! Did you still wanna carve pumpkins and stuff too? We can put on Halloween while we do it,” Steve suggests softly, nuzzling Eddie’s curls. 

“I’m down for that. Chrissy sucks at carving, it’s always super entertaining to watch.” 

“I do not,” a voice calls from the living room, where both women are waiting patiently for their breakfast. 

“Sure, because last year you didn’t absolutely massacre the poor pumpkin,” Eddie shoots back, rolling his eyes fondly. “So pumpkin carving, movies, then festival. Sounds like a great birthday. Are we dressing up or anything for tonight? And if so, are we doing matching stuff?” 

Out of all the things that have slipped his mind, costumes seem to be top of the list. The idea of going out to a party store to find something seems daunting, but if the other three express interest in wanting to get something more elaborate, he’ll go along for the ride. They start throwing out ideas almost immediately, as the bacon finishes cooking and Eddie puts everyone's eggs on their plates. 

“I think we should do matching,” Steve grins, and Eddie knows that being cheesy is right up his boyfriend's alley. 

“Yeah, matching could be fun! We could do all of us, like from a movie or something,” Robin nods as she finds her seat, looking at the food hungrily. 

“Wizard of Oz? Flinstones? Mario and the gang?” Chrissy starts thinking, stealing a piece of bacon from the tray Eddie sets down. 

“Oooh, or The Incredibles? We’d all look hot in spandex,” Robin stabs at the eggs on her plate, making a god awful slurping noise. 

“Can you not,” Steve shoots her a grimace before narrowing his eyes in thought. “Addams Family could work, or Scooby Doo,” he throws out. 

“While all three of you have cute ideas, I think I have a better one, and I’m the birthday boy, so what I say goes,” the grin he gives has his boyfriend groaning. 

“This better not be like when we went as Tonks and Sirius,” Chrissy groans. 

Eddie can’t help but smile at the memory from a few years back, when he’d abandoned his usual horror movie costume to go with Chrissy to some party she’d been invited to. They’d been a hit, and the musician had been able to conjure up a surprisingly realistic british accent the entire night. His best friend had informed him later, as he’d been on his way to drop her at her place, that numerous girls had come up to her asking if he was single. If that wasn’t an ego boost, he wasn’t sure what was, even if he was gay as hell. 

“Nope! It’s going to be twenty times better.” 

All three look at him while he swallows some of his breakfast, before Robin finally caves, looking at him with curious expression. 

“Out with it!” 

“The masterpiece that is The Shining,” the long haired man’s grin is bordering on manic. 

They’ve all seen it of course, thanks to Eddie himself pushing it on them. It’s one of his absolute favorite movies ever made, and he’s pretty sure he could wax poetic about it for hours. Back in high school he’d even written an essay for his stupid english class. He watches the three of them all share a glance. 

“But…who’s going to be who? There’s only one woman in it,” Chrissy cocks her head much like a puppy would. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, darling Cunningham. There are three, well…more than that if you count the very beginning. But I digress. There are three that matter. And you two will be the twins,” he flashes a big, bright smile, looking pleased with himself. 

“Then…who’s going to be the wife?” Steve’s brow is furrowed in a way that makes Eddie want to kiss it. 

“I will, of course.” 

The reaction he’s been hoping for comes to fruition. Steve all but chokes on the water he’s sipping, Chrissy’s eyebrows raise comically high, and Robin snorts but looks just as excited as he is. Rubbing his boyfriend's back, the long haired man gets in his space, pressing his face up to the other’s cheek, dropping a quick kiss, still smiling. 

“And Steve will be Jack, obviously,” he adds as an afterthought. “This way it’s easy for us and we don’t have to look for actual costumes, we can just get regular clothes.” 

In reality, it’s logical and smart, and after a few moments, the group seems to agree with the reasoning. Steve and Chrissy both grab their phones, scrolling as they eat to figure out what they’ll need exactly. As Eddie finishes his food, he excuses himself to go and change his infusion set. Grabbing his supplies, the man carefully takes his current set out, disposing of the needle and cannula properly. After wiping the new area on his lower abdomen that he plans on putting his pump with an alcohol swab, he uses the applicator to insert his infusion set. 

Normally, Eddie’s able to do it with no problems, he’s been doing it for twenty years give or take, and it’s like riding a bike at this point, so easy he can do it in his sleep. Today, however, he messes up, wincing when the starter needle catches painfully, not at the right angle to slide in easily. Swallowing, his head starting to ache, the guitarist blinks and throws the set away, grabbing a new one, grimacing. It’s like throwing money down the drain. 

The second attempt is worse, and his hands shake as he gets frustrated, yanking the starter needle out. He glares at it as if it’s personally offended him, then throws it into the trash next to the other one. Huffing, Eddie sets down the cannula and his pump, letting it hit the white bathroom counter loudly. A moment later, his friends are there, crowding the door frame which only makes him more anxious. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m going to fucking die, is what’s wrong, Steven,” Eddie all but growls, bouncing on the balls of his feet, feeling restless. “I can’t get my stupid shit to work right, and I’ve wasted two kits, a-“ 

“Hey, okay, take a breath. Getting all worked up isn’t going to help, alright?” Steve puts a hand on his shoulder.

Instantly, as if the younger man’s hand is magic, Eddie deflates, moving closer so he can rest his head on Steve’s shoulder a moment. His skin feels stretched thin as he stands there, and his emotions feel too close, too sensitive, like if someone says one wrong thing to him he might burst out in tears. 

“I can help you, if Steve isn’t sure how to do it,” Chrissy offers, having helped him more than enough times.

Steve bites at his lip, then nods. 

“Yeah, I’ve never done it, but I can watch you, so I know what to do next time,” he suggests, looking a little upset with himself that he’s not sure how. 

“Don’t worry princess, it’s easy,” Eddie says before rolling his eyes. “Well…it’s supposed to be easy if I could get myself to do the right thing.” 

Chrissy gives him a look, then maneuvers them so Steve will be able to see everything she’s doing. She walks him through the steps, even goes as far as to have him hold the applicator and push down. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as Eddie expects it to for someone who’s never done it before, and his body releases any stress he’s been holding. By the end of it, Eddie’s got himself hooked up again, and Steve looks proud of himself. A win win. 

“We need to go to the store and grab some clothes and pumpkins,” Robin says when they’ve all congregated back into the main space of Eddie’s apartment. 

For once, Eddie doesn’t feel like going. He’s not sure if it’s from the stress of getting his pump back in, or the exhaustion that’s still clinging to his bones, but the thought of heading into any store right now sounds draining. Sniffling a little, nose runny no doubt from allergies, the musician almost bows out, is so close he even opens his mouth, but snaps it back shut a moment later, realizing he doesn’t want to waste time he could be spending with Chrissy, or Robin, or Steve. It’s Halloween, for christ sake, and they all deserve to have a fun time. While the girls work on getting ready, Steve finds Eddie in the bedroom, leading him to sit. 

“I wanna give you your present,” the barista murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Oh?” 

“Yep. Gimme one sec.” 

Eddie waits, trying his hardest not to be impatient. He’s always had trouble with waiting for things, and while half of him knows Steve didn’t even need to get him anything, the other half is excited to see what it is. A minute later, Steve walks back in with a box that’s definitely been wrapped by the man, a little wrinkled, but far better than some generic, perfect wrapped box. He sets it down on Eddie's lap and then smiles. 

“It’s not huge, and I can always change it if you don’t like it, b-” 

“Stevie…I’m going to love it okay? Come sit?” 

Steve sits next to him as he slowly unwraps the paper, using the same care as when he opens Wayne’s cards. When he gets the wrapping off, he opens the top of the flimsy cardboard box and grins. Inside is a soft looking black sweater, folded neatly, a wrapped rectangle that Eddie assumes is a DVD, and then another wrapped item, the shape reminding him of a jewelry box. Upon inspection, the sweater is as soft as he’s imagined, and he picks it up, rubbing his face against it. 

“Does it pass the Munson seal of softness?” 

“Definitely, thanks Stevie.” 

Unwrapping the second item, Eddie can’t help but beam, the director’s cut of Midsommar is the one movie he’s been wanting on DVD for months. He presses a kiss to Steve’s cheek and then finally unwraps the last, smaller box. It is, in fact, a jewelry box. Curious, the long haired man opens it slowly, then finds a dark silver chain holding a hand-welded silver guitar pick at the end. Flipping it between his fingers, he reads ‘Type 1’ on the back and feels himself blink, eyes burning.

“Steve, it’s perfect. I love it, thank you,” he breathes out, burying his face into Steve’s shoulder. 

Slipping the chain over his head, he lets it dangle off of his chest, keeping it outside of his sweater instead of tucking it inside, wanting everyone to see it. 

Half an hour later, after showers, makeup and Eddie whining dramatically for the girls to hurry up, they’re piling into Steve’s car once again. The eldest looks out the window as they make their way to the store, his head a little heavy and; the only way he can describe it, swimmy. The music Robin’s playing through the speakers has his head beating in time with the drum, and he’s tempted to turn it down, but doesn’t want to ruin her fun. 

Heading inside, Steve wraps an arm around his boyfriend's waist, bumping his hip playfully. Eddie smiles and brushes some hair away from Steve’s forehead that’s fallen in the midst of his antics. Both Chrissy and Robin head to the women's section to see if they’re able to find blue dresses they can smear red dye onto, giggling happily. The guys walk back to the mens section, even if Eddie needs a dress too, deciding to get Steve’s stuff out of the way. 

“You need a green plaid shirt, and a red jacket,” Eddie recalls, looking around for a green gingham button down for himself. 

While browsing the options, Steve finds him once again, suckering himself to the older man's back, before nuzzling his shoulder. It feels weirdly nice, the affection, especially out in public. He wouldn’t necessarily consider himself to have voyeuristic tendencies, but getting to show people that Steve is his? He can get into that. 

“Hey, I wanted to ask you,” Steve murmurs, trailing along with Eddie, their fingers laced together. “You’re okay right? Like..you just seem a little off today, I guess. Maybe that’s not the right word,” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“I’m good,” Eddie furrows his brow, watching his boyfriend. 

He is good, right? He’s been a little emotional, sure, but birthday’s do that to a lot of people. And yeah he feels worn down, but the guitarist has been working a lot, pulling longer hours to take more clients, he’s been rehearsing with the band. Plus he’s been giving every other bit of attention he can to the man in front of him, so it makes sense he’s stretched thin and tired. Steve seems to mull Eddie’s answer over, looking unconvinced. The look on his face is so scarily similar to Chrissy’s that he blinks to make sure he’s not imagining it. 

“I’m okay Stevie, really. I guess I’m kind of tired from all the stuff that’s been going on the past week, but I’m okay. Nothing some good old Halloween fun can’t fix.” 

This answer seems to satisfy the brunette more, and Steve nods, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he leans against him. Eddie squeezes his hand and lets them stand there in the clothing section for a moment, just taking each other's presence in. When someone walks by, they finally pull apart, both laughing quietly. 

“Okay Harrington, let's find you this damn jacket. We need to get you a fake ax, and I need a baseball bat.” 

By the time they reconnect with the girls, they’ve got mostly everything. The only thing Eddie still needs is the brown corduroy dress. Robin, conveniently, is holding one in her hands, eyes sparkling. Taking it, he looks it over, trying to figure out if it’ll even fit. Sure he’s got a tiny waist, but his shoulders are still broad. 

“Go try it on babe,” Steve looks at playfully. 

Two minutes later, Eddie’s walking out in nothing but the corduroy jumper, pale legs fully on display, his black crew socks hiding half of his shins and feet. Chrissy snaps a photo subtly, but Eddie notices and glares. It’s not that he hates himself in a dress, dresses are cool and men used to wear them all the time. No, it’s the fact that he’s in only the dress, no tights or even a shirt underneath the almost overall like covering. 

“I swear to god Christina,” he snarks at the strawberry blonde, who rolls her eyes. 

“Oh relax, Edward, they’re for my own personal enjoyment. And Steve’s,” she snickers. 

“Don’t bring me into this,” Steve shakes his head but then gives Eddie a smile, eyes roaming up and down his frame. 

“Like what you see Stevie?” Big eyes widening, he gives his boyfriend a soft, almost doe-like look, the picture of faux-innocence. 

“You always look hot, baby.” 

Robin pushes the cart around and they grab four good sized pumpkins, along with some candy. Eddie isn’t normally much of a candy eater, not because he can’t have it, but because it requires more planning around everything he eats during the day. Looking at the options while Chrissy throws sour patch kids in the cart and Steve picks up a bag of twix, the tattoo artist finally lands on milky way, grabbing the dark chocolate ones instead of the regular milk chocolate kind. He sets them in the cart and laughs as Robin carries over three different bags full of assorted sugary goodness. 

“Got enough there Buckley?” 

“I just want us to have an array to choose from!” 

The four walk slowly past some of the autumn home decor, Chrissy in particular eyeing some of the things with a glint in her eye. As Eddie tells himself to let her enjoy the feeling of moving and getting to redecorate, a tickle blooms in his sinuses. Scrunching his nose up, the feeling only increases, and he pulls the neck hem of his shirt up, angling his face down into it. 

“hihGkTSCHew! iieGKshuhew! ih’KgtSShhEW!” 

“Bless you!” 

“Bless you Eddie!” 

Both girls direct blessings towards him, while Steve squeezes his hand, cheeks slightly pink as he watches his boyfriend intently. Eddie’s about to thank them, about to smirk at his boyfriend and give him a playful wink, but his nose isn’t done, it seems to still want his attention. Noticing how many people are milling about, he shifts so he’s turned more towards Steve, face once again angled down the neck of his shirt. 

“ihGKktew! hngKT-huh! iihGkT’uhew!” 

The last sneeze shakes something loose, causing congestion to flood into his head. Sniffling doesn’t seem to do anything, and pressure is now sitting behind his eyes like a lead balloon. God he hates stifling, it always makes his head swim. Rubbing his face, he realizes Steve’s still holding onto his hand tightly, while the girls have moved closer to the home decor. 

“Bless you baby, you okay? Your allergies bothering you?” Steve’s eyes are wide and round, and he looks like he wants to push him against a wall and kiss him senseless. 

Eddie wouldn’t be too opposed. 

“Yeah, I’m-snfSNF! I’m good,” he swipes his wrist up against his nostrils, blowing out a breath. 

The rest of the trip consists of Robin throwing a little bat plush into the cart that she sees, claiming Eddie needs it, Chrissy picking up a soft blanket for her new soon-to-be place, and Eddie sniffling more and more, smirking at the way Steve stays extra-close. As he pays for his stuff, the long haired man swipes a hand down his face and coughs into his arm, his allergies apparently bothering him more than he thought. 

Steve’s watching him as he picks up his receipt and Robin thrusts the little black bat into his arms. He can feel himself smiling more than he intends, but the thing is so soft and squishy and the little ears are two-toned. How can anyone not enjoy that? He holds the little guy close while walking to the car, sitting him on his lap once they’re all in and buckled. If his friends think it’s dorky, they don’t say anything- though he’s fairly certain Buckley has a bunch of these things too, and he knows Chrissy has a stuffed puppy she’s slept with since she was a baby. Does Steve have some kind of comfort item? He himself used to have a ratty polar bear named Jaws, but he’d gotten nasty enough from being dragged everywhere that he finally came fully apart. Ten year old Eddie had cried every night for a week before he finally got used to being companion-less. 

“Stevie, have you ever had a stuffed animal or anything?” 

Steve’s face does something like he’s trying hard to remember. It makes Eddie squirm slightly, knowing Steve can’t recall off of the top of his head. 

“I think I had this little duck when I was a kid? I can kind of remember it, but I’m pretty sure my dad took it away once I turned like five or six, since it was a kids toy or whatever,” he shrugs, and god Eddie wants to give Steve a big hug and twenty duck stuffed animals. 

Chrissy makes a wounded noise behind them, and Robin lets out a huff. 

“God I hate your dad,” she grumbles, and Steve can’t help but snort. 

“You and me both Robs.” 

Interesting, Eddie thinks, staring out the window. His pointer finger rubs over the bat's purple ear absentmindedly as he thinks about Steve and the fact his father seems like a douche-canoe. He gets it, his dad is a literal murderer, and he hates that Steve’s childhood had obviously been less than ideal. At least he’d had Wayne. He gets the feeling his boyfriend didn’t have anyone like that. 

Wrinkling his nose when he feels it run, Eddie snatches a tissue out of the little middle compartment where Steve keeps them, blowing quietly. He can’t help the grimace that passes his features when the result is far more productive than he’s been planning for, grabbing another to press against the one already up against his nose. He really doesn’t feel all that allergic aside from the congestion, and even the sneezes back at the store hadn’t felt like his normal allergy-induced ones. Balling the tissues up and putting them in his jacket pocket, he gives his boyfriend a little smile when he notices the pink blush on his face again. 

“I’m cute, I know,” Eddie jokes cheekily, making Steve playfully hit his leg. 

“Yeah yeah, you’re almost unbearably cute.” 

“Ugh, you guys need to stop with the sappy talk,” Robin interjects, making a fake gagging noise. 

“We’ve been putting up with you and Chris being all over each other,” Steve shoots back, looking far from impressed. 

The way Steve calls Chrissy ‘Chris’ makes Eddie grin. He’s known from the start that his two new friends would get along with his best friend, and obviously he’s been more worried about Steve than Robin simply because they’re dating, but it’s nice, hearing the nickname fall so easily out of the man's mouth. By the time they park and are heading back up to the apartment, the pumpkins in the musicians arms feel more like fifty pound weights. Setting them down on the kitchen table, Eddie brushes hair out of his face and coughs into his arm lightly, not taking notice of Steve and Chrissy sharing a look. 

“Okay, I’ll get some paper or something to put down so pumpkin guts don’t go everywhere, and then we can start,” Eddie hums thoughtfully, trying to remember where the paper he has is. 

The musician comes back two minutes later with a large stack of printer paper. Steve’s getting Halloween pulled up, while the girls are grabbing knives. Robin is holding his largest, sharpest chef’s knife, making him grab it quickly.

“Why is it I don’t trust you with this one?” He jokes playfully, wanting her to know he doesn’t think she’ll actually hurt anyone, just that she’s the clumsiest girl he’s ever met. 

“I am an excellent knife-wielder, Munson,” the freckle-faced woman shoots back, making him laugh. 

He’s not entirely sure that’s true, and he doesn’t feel like finding out anytime soon.

They all settle in, one on each side of the table, starting to work on getting the innards of the pumpkins out, putting it all in trash bags. By the time they start to actually carve the gourds, Eddie’s ready to flop on the couch and take a nap. His congestion hasn’t eased up at all, and that bone deep exhaustion is still hanging on tight. Sniffling and rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt; really Steve’s sweatshirt, he pokes holes in the hard, hollow surface of the pumpkin until he gets what he needs to follow and cut, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. With all of them so focused, trying to finish their creations- Steve’s working on a giant skull, Chrissy has a spider, and Robin has a poison apple- Eddie finishes his own; Michael Myers, and heads to the bathroom, looking through his cabinet to find his allergy pills. He downs one, cupping his hands under the faucet as a makeshift glass, bending forward and swallowing. Hopefully this will help. 

Everyone gets an ‘a’ for effort, even if Steve’s pumpkin is by far the best. Eddie can’t help but be impressed with his boyfriends artistic skills, enough so he presses a kiss to his neck and smiles, nuzzling his hair. 

“When did you get so artsy? Come work with me at the parlor,” he murmurs, continuing to rub his nose on the nape of the man's neck, sniffling softly. 

Feeling Steve’s body tense, feeling goosebumps appear, the long haired man smirks in satisfaction and sniffles again, this time dragging his nose close to Steve’s ear, rubbing it just barely against his skin. The barista moves and presses a kiss to his lips, letting them linger together a moment before breaking apart, grinning. 

“We got a couple of hours before the festival starts, anything you want to do?” 

Not sure if ‘take a nap’ will go over well, he opts for the next best thing. 

“How about we watch a dumb scary movie and cuddle?” 

“I vote yes,” Chrissy says from the kitchen, where she’s snacking on chips and guacamole. 

“We all know you just want another excuse to cuddle with Robin,” Eddie drawls, yawning after. 

His best friend looks like she wants to say something, but instead she merely heads to the couch with her food, cuddling up with her new girlfriend. The two men find their way to the couch too, and before Eddie can stop himself twelve minutes into Sinister, he falls asleep. 

Chrissy wakes him up almost two hours later, telling him they need to start getting ready. Eddie promptly tells her to fuck off, grumpy and cold. He’s the only one on the couch now, no longer using Steve’s lap as a pillow. Sitting up, the tattoo artist notices that he’s genuinely not feeling well now, no longer teetering on the fine line of worn down versus coming down with something. Shivering, he wraps his arms around himself and mentally yells at himself when he remembers the costumes he’s chosen for everyone. Of course he’d stick himself in a damn dress the night he’s starting to feel sick. The guest room has Chrissy and Robin starting to work on their costumes, so Eddie goes to his own room, finding Steve freshly showered, hair damp and skin still a little pink. 

“Hey babe, have a good nap?” Steve smiles, and he looks so beautiful that the musician finds himself momentarily frozen, just admiring his features. 

“Y-Yeah, uh,” he snaps himself out of it, then sniffles and bites his lip. “I think I might be coming down with something,” Eddie admits after a second. 

It feels abnormal to say it outloud, he’s never been one to ask for help or admit when something’s wrong. Telling Steve so plainly that he’s getting sick feels foreign and like he shouldn’t be, like it’s a secret. Even when he was younger he’d pretend he was fine, not wanting to bother Wayne or make him miss work. A few times it had backfired spectacularly, but for the most part he’s good at taking care of himself. Steve’s eyes find his, and Eddie’s sure that the man’s insides are squirming- his own did when his boyfriend caught that cold a few weeks back. 

“Yeah? What’s going on baby,” Steve steps closer, one hand finding Eddie’s shoulder, the other brushing his thumb against the guitarist's cheek. 

“Just feel gross I guess? Kind of achy, exhausted, heads hurting, stuffy,” he shrugs, leaning forward to let his forehead rest on the barista’s shoulder. 

“Maybe we should stay in tonight. We can watch more movies and keep it cozy,” the younger man suggests, making Eddie shake his head back and forth despite it making him feel dizzy. 

“Absolutely not Steven. It’s Halloween, I am not going to spend it laying on a couch. I don’t feel awful, just like I might be catching a little cold or something anyway. It won’t hit till tomorrow, or even later.” Steve stares at him for a second as if to call his bluff, but then nods, pressing a kiss to his curls. It makes Eddie melt even further, eyes drooping heavily. 

Twenty minutes later, they’re heading out the door, all four dressed in costume. Steve’s got his fake ax in his hand, looking all kinds of sexy, even if Jack Torrance is decidedly not, red jacket looking cozy on his frame. Robin and Chrissy are in their dresses, fake blood splattered all over, but they’ve got jackets on as well, the air too cold to really justify not wearing them even with a costume. Eddie is thankful his costume is at least half warm, a beige turtleneck and green gingham button down under a tan jumper like dress, tights and, for his comfort purposes, his black sneakers instead of tall boots. 

“Let us know if you wanna head home okay babe?” Steve directs towards his boyfriend, who awkwardly nods. 

“Wait, are you okay?” Chrissy’s voice is at just the right tone that Eddie grimaces. 

“Just getting a little sick, Chris, nothing major. Just a cold or something.” 

“Take it easy tonight, we can always come back and wa-” 

“Yeah, I got it, watch TV,” the long haired man grumps, sniffling. 

Downtown Hawkins is full of people when they park in the area roped off for all the cars, the streets blocked off with vendors and games, a bounce house for kids on an area of grass. There are some carnival games as well as a few amusement type rides, pumpkin painting and more. Everyone is in costume for the most part, except the ‘too cool’ teenagers that have been dragged by their parents. Eddie’s never been one of those kids, always fully embracing the chaotic holiday to its fullest. 

“What should we do first?” Robin asks with a smile, bouncing on the balls of her feet, holding hands with Chrissy- it completes the costume even more. 

“Food? Or maybe I can win another bat for Eddie,” Steve teases, pointing to one of the carnival games a couple hundred feet down, where a large bat plush is hanging to win. 

“Ooh, food first,” Robin nods, always one for snacks. 

Eddie links hands with Steve and matches pace so they fall in line together. It’s chilly out, but Steve’s made sure he’s got a jacket on, always one to mother hen. For some reason, Eddie doesn’t mind it too much, all things considered. He may be stubborn as hell, but he’s lenient for the barista. As they make their way down to where food trucks and snack stands are, the tattoo artist turns and coughs into the crook of his arm. It makes his head give a throb but the pain eases off to a dull ache, and Eddie shifts closer to Steve, craving the physical contact. 

As they wait in line, the guitarist notices his best friend rub at her nose, scrunching it up, eyes narrowing. He’s always thought she had an attractive sneeze, even before he really knew her well, sitting behind her in high school. He knows her routine, how she’ll try to make it go away, scrunch her nose up and eventually rub at it, finally succumbing to the four or so sneezes like always. Seconds later, the strawberry blonde does just that, the cuff of her jacket sleeve rubbing against it, before- 

“hh’GKkt’uh!” 

“Bless you,” Robin rubs her shoulder, but Eddie just chuckles. 

“Oh she’s not done.” 

True to his word, Chrissy sniffles and cups her hands that are still covered by the sleeve cuffs, to her face. 

“hah’IKgt’ew! snf! Thanks,” she gives her girlfriend a smile, rolling her eyes as Eddie just shakes his head knowingly. 

“Oh come on, we both know you have more in y-” 

“hah’IGKtuhEW! snf! That one wasn’t cute,” she huffs at her best friend jokingly. 

Steve’s eyes widen and he looks between the two, cheeks pink. 

“I told you, she’s a menace,” Eddie grumbles, laughing when the petite woman glares at him, though the effect diminishes when her eyes flutter. 

“ah’hngKTew! hh! h-ah’IKTew! snfsnf! Okay, think I’m done,” she rubs her nose into her sleeve cuff one last time before finally relaxing. 

“Bless you,” Robin finally giggles, pressing a kiss to the other’s hair. “Should I be worried? Are you feeling okay?”

A blush appears on the strawberry blonde's cheeks, and she shakes her head, leaning into the taller woman. 

“I’m good, they’ve always kind of been like that, you can ask Eddie. I feel good, promise.” 

Eddie glares at her, then nods, giving Robin a thumbs up. “Yep, she just sneezes a billion times no matter what. If she’s sick she can’t hold them back like that.” 

Steve and Chrissy end up with hotdogs, Robin gets a burger, and Eddie opts for a grilled cheese. He’s been saving his carbs for candy, but honestly this is the only thing that sounds even remotely good to him, and it’s rare he’s ever able to even eat one. Munching on the bread and cheese, he lets out an almost unholy noise, moaning. The other three stare at him, making him smirk. 

“Never seen a guy enjoy his food before?” 

“Maybe you’d like to take the sandwich back to your apartment and not me,” Steve jokes lightly, taking another bite of his own food. 

“Says the man literally downing a weiner.” 

Chrissy and Robin laugh. 

“You both have good points. But really, enjoying your food, birthday boy?” Chrissy asks. 

“God yes. I always forget how good these things are. Like I know they’re good, but they’re always even better when I do have one,” Eddie rambles, shivering slightly as a cool gush of wind goes by. Swiping his nose on his wrist, he finishes up his sandwich, then takes a few sips of water while checking all of his levels and making sure he’s got enough insulin ready for the chaotic mess that is his body. 

When the group finishes, Chrissy links arms with her best friend, causing Eddie to smile softly at her. They’ve been through a lot together, and he can’t help but feel overly excited about her move in a few weeks. They walk down to the ‘carnival’ area, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly when Steve starts getting all macho-man, walking up to a basketball free throw game, running a hand through his coiffed hair. The three others watch him in amusement, but once he starts throwing the balls, they go in every single time. By the time the plush bat is being handed over, Chrissy and Eddie have their mouths open and Robin is laughing. 

“King Steve, everyone!” 

“Not anymore Robs,” Steve’s voice goes tight and Eddie looks at him curiously, trying to save this moment in his mental rolodex to ask him about later. 

“Thanks for winning him Stevie,” he jumps in, a large smile on his face. 

Taking the bat, he announces his name is now Lestat, and he is going to be sleeping in his bed at all times, looking entirely pleased with his new friend. They play a few more games, Steve winning a teddy bear for Robin and Eddie managing to somehow win a little frog for Chrissy and; after an embarrassing amount of tries, a bear for his boyfriend too. Both couples walking around, stuffed animals in hand, they stop at a few booths that are set up with different kinds of candy and little items. The artist eagerly takes a little thing of bubbles, blowing them throughout the street until the soapy liquid is gone, kids having gathered to jump around. 

Somewhere in between the four of them taking photos at a small photo op area and viewing all of the scarecrows that have been dressed up by local shops- why the parlor or Not Just Coffee didn’t get the memo is a mystery to them- Eddie starts feeling bad. The temperature is only dropping and he can feel a chill start to settle into his bones, the kind that doesn’t bode well for the long haired man. His throat’s started hurting in the most piercing, uncomfortable way, and the achiness that’s seized his body is making his skin feel too sensitive. 

“We should go check out all those cool pumpkins,” Steve suggests, gesturing to the long rows of different carved pumpkins along the sidewalk. 

Following, Eddie ignores the look Chrissy fixes him with. He knows he’s being quieter and not as energetic, and he knows his best friend worries, but there’s not much they can do about a silly cold. It’s stay at home or be out here, and it’s not like they’re doing anything strenuous, they’re walking around. The musician can tell they’re all having a good time, and that’s what matters to him. 

“Hey Harrington,” a voice from behind them makes the group turn. 

A man with a tan police uniform is standing there, gazing at them. The little gold bar on his right pocket says ‘JIM HOPPER’, and his badge clipped to his other side tells Eddie he’s the police chief of Hawkins. Curious that he knows the barista, of all people, but then he remembers his boyfriends grown up here his entire life and the town is small. Steve, for his part, smiles and shakes Hopper’s hand. 

“Hey Hop. How’re you? Not running into any trouble?” 

“Nope, just watching out for teens who want to cause trouble,” the older man shrugs, his eyes looking at the freckled faced girl next, once again smiling. “Buckley, good to see you again.” 

“Good to see you too Chief,” she nods. 

If the policeman notices her holding Chrissy’s hand, he doesn’t say anything. Soon, Jim’s gaze turns to Eddie, who swallows thickly and shifts. It’s not that he’s against cops, but any that he’d encountered back in Chicago hadn’t been too friendly, and they’d always made him feel like he'd done something wrong, even when he hadn’t. He’d never been caught in highschool when selling drugs, but he’d been close, close enough that a cop that patrolled the hallways of North-Grand had taken him to the office to sit him down and question him. Not one of his finer moments. 

“Jim Hopper, don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” the man says kindly, holding a hand out. 

The name is familiar in a distant, hazy way, like maybe he’s heard Steve mention him before in a random conversation. Shaking the gruff man's hand, Eddie nods and hopes he gives a smile instead of a grimace when swallowing makes his throat sting. 

“Eddie Munson, nice to meet you.” 

Hopper freezes, gaze suddenly more calculating, eyes sweeping him up and down minutely.

“You’re Wayne’s boy.” 

Stiffening, the artist nods, licking his lips nervously. It sinks in suddenly, just how he knows this man's name, why he seems familiar. Tension hangs in the air, and his friends watch the interaction with confusion written all over their faces. 

“Yes sir.” 

“You just visiting? I’m sure your uncle is happy to see you.” 

“I moved back about a month ago, actually. Missed him too much, I guess. Plus the local tattoo shop had an opening, so it worked out.” His cheeks feel hot as he tries not to squirm under the now knowing gaze. 

“Gotcha. Well I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” the Chief nods, then gestures to Chrissy. “And you are?” 

“Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie’s friend. I’ll be moving here soon.” 

“Christ, if you two are as codependent as these two punks, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you both around more, too.” Hop throws a smile to Robin and Steve, then back to Eddie and Chrissy, who relax a bit, sensing he’s not as intimidating as he seems. 

Steve looks like he wants to butt in and defend himself, but Hopper rolls his eyes and then nods, before looking at Eddie again, his gaze once again piercing, like he’s trying to convey something silently. When the guitarist just blinks back, he takes a step closer. 

“You need anything, if anyone gives you trouble, you just gimme a call, okay kid?” 

“Y-Yeah…thank you. Nice to uh…see you again, I guess.” 

When the older man walks off; a sweet looking brunette woman calling him over from a booth, Robin, Chrissy and Steve turn to the metalhead. Steve’s raising an eyebrow, Robin has her head tilted, but his best friend looks like she’s starting to comprehend the interaction. 

“Uh, what was that? Why does he know you? I thought you just moved to-” Robin starts but Eddie shakes his head. 

“I used to live here, back when I was little. I moved away with my uncle when I was eight,” he offers her, feeling uncomfortable not just from illness.They let it drop, for which Eddie is beyond grateful, not wanting to get into the shit show that’s his childhood. 

By the time nine pm rolls around, they’ve done pretty much everything there is to do. They’ve congregated with a few of the ‘kids’ Steve always talks about, talking about life and what they’ve been up to. Eddie knows Max and Dustin, but the others are new. Finding out that they all enjoy D&D makes the man thoroughly thrilled, already telling them they need to play together.

“Of course you two would end up becoming friends,” Steve grumbles, when he realizes they share D&D in common, and now have more to talk about.

“You’re just jealous I’m about to have another older male friend in my life.” 

Oh yeah, he’s going to enjoy hanging out with these brats.

Standing out in the now frigid cold is making whatever shit he’s coming down with really start to set in. Eddie’s not usually one to complain when he doesn’t feel well, but as the minutes tick by, the man wonders how long they’re going to stand there. His throat’s starting to get that swollen feeling, like his tonsils are double the size they should be, and it makes the artist touch his upper neck carefully, wishing he could rub the feeling away. Sniffling and rubbing his nose on the cuff of his jacket, Eddie leans into boyfriend, head fuzzy and aching. 

Steve’s BMW warms up as they pull out of the packed parking area twenty minutes later, waiting in a long line to make their way back to the rest of the town. Shivering, Eddie shuts his eyes, listening to the other three talk about the coffee shop and then kids he and Chrissy have met. The ride doesn’t take very long, and the eldest wants to be petulant as Steve gets out of the car with a look on his face. He knows what’s coming next- the two business owners aren’t coming up with them. 

“I wish I could stay baby, you know I do, but I gotta go back to my place so I have everything I need for work tomorrow morning. Plus you need sleep, and I don’t wanna wake you up at five am like I always do when I stay over,” Steve explains softly, running a hand down his back when Eddie presses close. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he bites his lip, feeling like a child who’s getting told they can’t go with a parent overnight somewhere. “Sorry, m’good,” he adds with a wobbly smile, breaking the hug. 

“If you start feeling worse, tell Chrissy okay?” 

“I know, Stevie, I’m a big boy,” the man huffs, feeling prickly again. Jesus can his emotions chill for two minutes? “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

“I will baby,” Steve nods and presses a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, brushing his bangs out of the way. He lets them linger for a moment before finally pulling back. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“See you tomorrow. And thanks for winning me my bear, he’s going to stay on my bed. Happy birthday Eds, I hope it was the best one yet.” Steve adds, squeezing the hand Eddie doesn’t have his own bat in. 

All four say goodbye, kissing their respective partner before Steve and Robin pull away and Eddie leans against Chrissy, feeling any energy he’s had left drain out of him. The fact he doesn’t get sick often makes everything worse, and when they get into the apartment, he turns to his best friend and leans his face down on her shoulder, their height difference more apparent at times like these. 

“How’re you feeling birthday boy?” Chrissy asks, noting it isn’t even ten pm yet. 

“I’m okay I guess,” Eddie mumbles, shivering. “Think I might take a shower to warm up and then lay down. Maybe on the couch? We can watch Garfield's Halloween Adventure,” he suggests, finally standing to turn away and cough into his arm. 

Garfield’s Halloween Adventure is something Eddie’s watched every year on Halloween since he was born. It’s one of his favorite memories with his mom, snuggling up on the couch on the night of his birthday and watching the orange cat and dopey dog row across to the haunted house. Even after she died, he’d continued the tradition with Wayne, and then eventually Chrissy. Quietly, he wishes Steve were there to join in on the tradition. Chrissy must be able to tell, because she presses a kiss to his head and then squeezes his arm. 

“Go shower. I’ll make you some tea to have when you get out. I’ll find some extra blankets too.” 

Sometimes, Eddie isn’t sure how the universe allows him to have a friend like Chrissy Cunningham. 

With the water extra hot, Eddie stands under the spray, thankful to be out of the slightly uncomfortable dress. It dawns on him, as he soaps up his hair, that he had reintroduced himself to the chief of police in a goddamn dress and tights. Grimacing, he coughs out into the open, not bothering to cover as he rinses his curls, head throbbing right at his temples. Even under the water, he’s cold. It’s like there’s a blanket of ice over his bones, especially when the water gets turned off and he wraps a towel around his waist. Reattaching his pump, he goes to pull on a pair of comfy, too big sweatpants and a sweatshirt of Steve’s. After a moment of thought, he pulls on socks too, pale feet too cold to be bare on the hardwood floors. 

Knowing he won’t be eating anything else tonight, Eddie brushes his teeth and flosses, something he does religiously. He’s had one cavity his entire life- he’d been six and traumatized by the sound of the drill. It’s funny now, he thinks, that he uses a tattoo gun every day. Not exactly the same, but still close enough that some people react the way he had as a child. Looking at himself in the mirror, hair still damp, he notices dark circles starting to appear under his eyes, a tell-tale sign he’s starting to get sick. At least he’s avoided feeling really unwell until now, after all the fun has been had. 

Moving to the living room where Chrissy is curled up in the corner, he gives her a tired smile. Looking around, he notices she’s in her pajamas too, blankets all over the couch and steaming mug of tea sitting on the coffee table on a coaster. Literal. Godsend. Grabbing his black solar system blanket; the one he’s had since he was fourteen and Wayne surprised him with it, he wraps it around his shoulders like a cape, grabs his tea, then burrows himself under another one, pressing close to his best friend. 

“Should I move? Don’t wanna get you sick,” he takes a sip of his tea, big brown eyes looking at her worriedly. 

“While that’s sweet, we both know if you’re not getting cuddled when you feel gross you’re a terror,” she teases, a small hand laying against his knee. 

“Damn, call me out.” 

Garfield’s Halloween Adventure is already pulled up, paused at the beginning. The entire ‘movie’ is less than half an hour long, so Eddie forces himself to stay awake, knowing he’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t watch the entire thing. He finishes his tea as the large grandfather clock chimes midnight and the ghost pirates start to appear. The screen goes black five minutes later, and though it’s barely past 10:30, he looks at Chrissy, feeling guilty. 

“Would you hate me if I went to bed early?” 

“Of course not,” she frowns, looking at him with her brow furrowed. 

“I’m sorry, this cold is just hitting me, I guess. I feel like I can barely keep my-snf! my eyes open.” 

“Yeah bug, go ahead,” Chrissy nods, rubbing his shoulder. “You need sleep. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your birthday,” she says gently, standing to follow him to his bedroom. 

“Want me to cuddle with you till you fall asleep?” 

Eddie snaps his gaze to hers and then nods. He’s sure he looks ridiculous as he lays down, his solar system blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, little bat Robin bought him close by; his bat Steve won him is sitting on his chair for now until there’s more room. Chrissy lays down too, and it reminds him of when she’d come over crying because of her shitty mom, and how they’d lay in his bed just talking about their futures. It reminds him of all the times she’d come over to learn guitar and they’d lounge on his  bed listening to whatever new CD he had. It reminds him of when they got an apartment together and he’d have nightmares of Wayne dying, and he’d crawl into her bed like a child seeking protection. 

“Night Chris,” Eddie mumbles, slinging an arm over her waist as he snuggles under the sheets. He’s asleep in seven minutes, and Chrissy is close behind. 

[side-sidecast]

it is 8pm. my gangly, freshly in highschool, fifteen-year-old brother knocks on my door. what is it, i say?

do you have a cross?

like-- like a christian one?

... maybe...

now. we are pretty good buddies. i want to aid him in whatever this strange mission might be. well, what do you need it for, i ask?

... i want to dress as jesus for halloween...

and you might be thinking about right now that jesus isn't a very scary costume idea. it's not. here's the deal:

i live in eastern europe where halloween isn't really a huge shebang.

but my brother and i go to an english-heavy school that makes an effort to let kids have fun on the last day before autumn break.

our halloween is on the 27th of October

effectively, it's halloween without the scares or the candy, and teachers get to give lessons while staring down snow-white, patrick bateman, and jesus (appearently).

we laugh at the idea of jesus in the classroom. and i say to him: you... do know that jesus didn't walk around with a hand-held crucifix, right? for obvious reasons?

i guess... man, they would never recognise me without it though...

we sit in silence and contemplate the loss of plan-jesus-christ. we do that for about two seconds, while i come up with a slightly morbid idea to save the day.

we don't need a hand-held cross. we need a bigger one.

one big enough to carry on his back.

we immediately run to our mother with this hilarious idea, who proceeds to tell us that christ means a lot to certain people and that dressing as him at all would be insensitive and rude. my brother and i insist that the humor of the costume would be the "punching up" kind, and that there is nothing else more perfect for him to be, since he looks like if sleazy j crawled out of a renaissance painting and got a clean shave.

whatever, our mother says, it's your school. do whatever you want, i don't care.

now, i'm sure most of you know that no word in that sentence is loyal to its dictionary meaning. basically, my mother just told my brother:

if you do that i will not call you my son again <3

so it seems that plan-jesus-christ is a no-go, afterall.

I propose that he could be moses--who was at least as cool as christ, except he didn't die--i mean he did, but at the respectable age of 120, and in a way that didn't upset so many people for so long.

however, my brother is INSISTENT on wearing a white sheet. our father and I take turns brainstorming, and one after the other he vetoes:

classic ghost costume

rákóczi ferenc

obi van kenobi

anakin

and many more

it all seems lost. he is debating not even going in on the day of halloween-lite. this grade of high-schoolers are a hair's width away from never witnessing the comedical genius of my brother. that is until he says:

do we have a white cloth with red stripes on it?

...why? we ask.

oh, i'll just dress up as An Arab.

now.

i'm sure the exact same line of thought ran through my head, my mother's head, and my father's head. it went so.

we are all white.

oh my god, there has never been a geopolitically worse time to dress as "an arab".

how do we explain this to him.

should we explain it to him? in depth?

he is fifteen. his brain development is being stunted by his gang of likewise fifteen year old boys who share a single braincell the moment they get in a discord call.

peer review is the only kind of research that matters to him, because he is suffering from the notorious curse of being fifteen.

if he experiences heavy pushback on this, there is nothing that can stop him from dressing up as his idea of "an arab", going to school in that, and probably making awful jokes.

ALL WHILE SHARING A NAME WITH US

no, um, i don't think that would be good, all three of us say.

okay, i guess...

suddenly, our mother is a lot more accepting towards the idea of her youngest son dressing as the big j man, son of god, now that she knows the fight is between him, and the idea of "an arab" conjured in a fifteen year old's mind. in fact, she is suddenly rather supportive of plan-jesus-christ, something she has never been in her fifty years of life.

my brother wraps a white sheet around himself, ties a sash with a red scarf, grabs a loaf of bread and a wine glass, and suddenly JC is standing in my doorway.

to sum it up, tonight is the story of how, through many tribulations,

somehow,

miraculously,

almost unbelievably so,

a mildly problematic and inaccurate costume of oily josh is the shield that protects the family name from the shitstorm that would be my brother roaming the school halls dressed in sandals, a white sheet, and a red-striped kitchen-rug over his head.

such a funny thing just happened but plain text isnt worthy of conveying it. i need to Format this

[dearemilia]

Hii,,Can i request Tokyo revengers x female xiao from genshin impact,,thank you and i really love your crossover:))

WITH A XIAO! FEM! S/O HEADCANON

Matsuno Chifuyu, Mitsuya Takashi, Akashi Senju

NOTE: Anon, you didn’t specifically ask for which characters you wanted so I decided to do it on my own, I hope you don’t mind. Also I apologize if this is too short <3 And thank you! I hope you have a nice day/night <3

WARNINGS/NOTES: Fem reader, profanity, reader has a vision, sort of angst, fluff, manga spoilers [chapter 224]. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy everyone! <3

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

➩ Nobody knows how you both ended up together.

➩ But they can very much tell how different you are when you are with Chifuyu. 

➩ Chifuyu loves watching you train, especially when you use your spear. Though, it does sometimes terrifies him.

➩ Please, when he realizes you have no hobbies at all. He immediately shows you his manga collection.

➩ He even had the energy to cook almond tofu for you which you secretly really like. Not like you’re ever gonna tell him that. Chifuyu knows you love it anyways <3

➩ Chifuyu has to stop you and Baji from fighting “Boring” You spoke with a bored expression as Baji blinks his eyes “HAH?!” 

➩ Chifuyu will always thank you for saving his best friend from stabbing himself. 

➩ Baji thinks you’re cool but he’ll never admit it.

➩ Once you told him that you’re not a mortal, he thought you were joking but after a few silence, he was shocked.

➩ Chifuyu sometimes cries at night because you might die anytime now. It’s a bit awkward because you don’t know how to comfort people-

➩ So you’d always cuddle with him while also reading the mangas to him, he recommended to you <3

MITSUYA TAKASHI

➩ His sisters are afraid of you-

➩ Don’t worry, because they’re your lover’s younger siblings, you have to get along with them if you want to marry him.

➩ Mitsuya doesn’t mind cooking almond tofu for you, if it makes you happy then he’ll take his time making them for you.

➩ During winter, you were with his sisters playing snow “Once the snow is thick enough, we can eat it” His sisters look at you with a curious expression while they were holding snow in their small hands.

➩ “Luna, Mana, NO!” You were confused when Mitsuya gave you tons of Almond tofu.

➩ He thought you were eating snow without him knowing-

➩ You both would watch the night sky when you have time and when its time for bed “Go. I’ll be here” Mitsuya had to drag you away from overworking yourself.

➩ If he ever gets hurt, best believe that you’ll try to beat the hell out of the people who hurt him.

➩ You’re fine with showing your vision to his sisters since you and Mitsuya know that they’ll probably think that it’s some kind of magic.

➩ When you opened up to him, he makes sure to comfort you a lot. He knows what it’s like to have a lot of responsibilities and so he reminds you that you aren’t alone and that you can rely on others.

➩ Mitsuya could careless what other say about your relationship, he knows you love him <3

AKASHI SENJU

➩ She begs you to join Brahman even when she knows your job as an Adepti.

➩ You don’t understand why she gets so happy when she’s shopping, though you do love to see her get happy.

➩ You both tend to argue on stupid things, like who protects who.

➩ As a gang leader, Senju is pretty busy and as an Adepti, you’re also busy! So you both make it up to each other by cooking or going on shopping dates.

➩ Senju loves how strong you are, you and her make a power couple <3

➩ Senju tries to introduce you to some people but then remembers how you hate mortals-

➩ She’ll drag you out if you don’t go to festivals with her or she’ll bribe you with almond tofus.

➩ After seeing your vision glow, she asks you questions about it and is shocked when you told her that Japan has a god that is still active.

➩ To others, you may look cold but to her you’re like cotton candy! <3

➩ She will never force you to tell her your past, she knows how traumatized you must have been.

➩ You once told her that if she ever needs saving and that she doesn’t want to get killed, call for your name. 

➩ At first, Senju didn’t need help from you since she is strong herself but when Takemichi was about to get killed in that amusement park.

➩ She called your name and from her tone, you knew something bad was about to happen.

➩ And so you teleported, saving her and her friends while also beating the hell out of those Rokuhara members.

➩ Takemichi is forever grateful that you saved Senju and Draken.

➩ Meanwhile, you’re just glad that she’s okay and not injured. You almost cried that day, feared that you’d lose someone again but she assured you that she’s here and she won’t leave you <3

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Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Slowpoke

Word Count - 2,000

Perspective - 2nd person

When - after the Greene Farm, before the Prison. This is the first in the Slowpoke Series! Find the rest here. (link fixed!)

Relationships - you and all the gang! And a tiny spark of a Daryl crush forms

Genre - fluff

Pronouns - not really mentioned

TWs - none. You might could develop a slight hankering for candy, though

“No way am I gonna lose to a baby!” you groaned. Why couldn’t you get your legs to move any faster?

“Oh you totally are!”

Glenn came sprinting from the left and panted “Not if I whup you both first!”

You squealed and tried to run faster, neck and neck with Glenn. Carl was somehow still ahead. Beth was trying to jog as fast as she could but was laughing too hard to keep up; T-Dog had been winning in the onset, but had floundered behind – and was now “blocking” Beth from passing him by using his football moves from back in the day.

Hershel sounded entertained as he called out “Winner gets the last of the peach rings!”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Glenn exclaimed.

“We still have some? Those are gonna be mine, buttface!” you shouted to him, focused on winning. 

“Just try, bumpkin!”

Neck barely passed Glenn, you now need to somehow beat Carl. How was that kid getting so quick? You willed you legs to move faster, but...

“Dang it!” you exhaled, rubbing your shoulder. He beat you to the speed limit sign fair and square. Carl and Glenn, it turned out. “You’re getting way too fast, you little punk.”

“What?” Glenn deadpanned. “I’ve always been the fastest.”

T-Dog and Beth reached you three now, and Beth giggled “No Glenn, you’re the buttface, and Carl is the punk, Y/N’s the bumpkin.”

“Glad I've made it this far without gettin' stuck with one of them kiddie nicknames," T-Dog teased, out of breath. "So, which of y’all won?”

“The punk!” Carl announced proudly. He looked at you and kindly admitted “I was so sure you were gonna beat me.”

“No way,” T-Dog smiled. “Glenn, even you lost to the little guy?”

You made a face at T-Dog, then Glenn, then to Carl and Beth, who both giggled again.

Ever since the quarry camp, you had a fun little game going with Glenn, since you two were considered the fastest. Glenn, however, reigned king for the past two weeks. And now baby Carl was competition too, apparently, psht.

T-Dog raised his hand for a high-five and told Carl “Nice work, little man!”

Beth linked her arm in yours and smiled as Carl raised his arms in victory and shouted “Peach rings!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you pretended to whine. “Punk.” You plucked his sheriff’s hat off, scurried away with it with your tongue stuck-out, and messed up his ever-growing hair before putting it back on when he started play-whining back.

Not only was his hair getting longer, but he was growing taller and getting all lanky. You remember when he was just a chubby little baby and you got to babysit him, your first job after getting your certification when you were thirteen. Heck, you were even your big brother Shane’s plus one to Rick and Lori’s wedding. Holy Moses, you love that kid to death.

Glenn sidled up him and tilted his head. “So Carl...you’re gonna share those peach rings, right?”

“Just be sure to give some to your mama, she’s pregnant!” Beth reminded him sweetly, before frowning and whipping her head towards the treeline.

You all stopped talking and turned towards the noises.

Eh, same old same old. It didn’t even phase you anymore. A small cluster of the dead was coming for you. Whoop-dee-doo.

Maggie’s and Carol’s panicked shouts reached your ears: “Hey guys, you see ‘em?” “On the right, from the woods!”

T-Dog took charge, looking at them and giving a thumbs up. “I got the tall one on the left and the one behind him,” he told you and Glenn.

“We’re with you, Teddy,” you nodded, taking out your screwdriver. “I’ll get the one on the right.

“Cool, I’ll do the straggler in back, guys,” Glenn said.

“T-Dog, I got the one with the hat!” came Daryl’s voice, just before the whistling of one of his arrows sounded.

Beth ushered Carl back to the group, repeatedly looking over her shoulder as you four handled the walkers. It took all of several seconds to finish them off, nothing too exciting or dangerous.

“No way to bury them right now, is there?”

“Sorry, man,” Glenn murmurs to you.

You added one more to the running tally you kept in your head to account for the one you'd put down as you cleaned off your screwdriver. It’s a pity you couldn’t bury their bodies. They were people, once.

Naturally, Rick had dashed over while you four were putting them down. Upon seeing how efficiently it had been handled, he gave a nod and clapped his hand on T-Dog’s shoulder in thanks.

Your eyes meet for a moment. Rick might have been about to thank you too, you don’t know. Things between you have been strained, as much as you love each other.

Glenn made his way back to Maggie, kissed her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

T-Dog and Rick walked back to the group on either side of you along with Daryl, albeit Daryl kept somewhat further away. Daryl always stood somewhat away from everyone, even from you, even though he was a trusted part of the group. He just didn’t understand that yet. Plus, he did tend to like his space. Everyone has something, right?

By then, Beth was contentedly back next to her father, who had rummaged through his bag to unearth the prize. Having found it, Hershel held out the coveted (and not very full) bag of peach rings with a chuckle, saying “I saw that our youngest man won the race, then?”

“Good job, kiddo,” Rick told him, a relaxed grin on his face.

These moments were good for Rick, they kept him centered. Anger and hurt aside, you didn’t want him to forget that he was a level-headed, good person. Not like your brother had in the end. Heck, you really needed those moments, too, to remember that he was a good man. You were still working on so much anger and hurt after what happened.

And it looked like Rick was holding hands with Lori again! Good. When he catches you grinning at them, he returns it. His eyes turned a little wet when he did. Yours might have, too.

Lori, who had been chatting with Carol, now rubbed her other hand on her son’s arm as he happily accepted the mostly empty bag of gummies.

Carl promptly took one out and held it up to his mom, but Lori smiled and shook her head, kissing him on the head.

Carol joked that she’d take it if Lori didn’t want it, to which Glenn of course jumped in along with T-Dog. And from there, the group started chatting and joking about everything and nothing.

It was nice.

You felt happy. Today was a good day. They’d been hard to come by for you a while, now.

Daryl was still standing next to you, but closer. With a glimmer of a smile, he looked at you and murmured “Wanna see what I picked up at the same place we found them peach rings?”

“Gummy sharks?” you bust out with. He blinked, scoffed, then actually smiled. Encouraged, you kept guessing; it’s really fun acting goofy around him. “Jumbo marshmallows? Wait, is it cheese-curls? Ooh! Is it butter puff corn?”

His stare was blank. “Butter what?”

“Oh honey, I’ll find us a bag and you’ll never be the same.”

He gave you another look and sighed. You cocked your head.

“Well? What were you fixin’ to show me?”

Relenting, he reached into his bag and revealed what it was.

“No way.” He’d nabbed a bag of Tootsie-pops? And full-sized! Marshmallows and gummies were your favorite candy at the moment (such as peach rings, obviously), but lollipops were great! And not to be selfish since it was the apocalypse and all, but you couldn’t really break a lollipop up to share it like you could with other candies.

And what’s important to note is that you don’t even have much of a sweet-tooth; you’d choose french fries (or hush-puppies, to be precise) over ice cream any day, all the way. You’re just so damned hungry all the time now that you would probably get excited over an old can of mixed vegetables never mind something delicious and fun like a Tootsie-pop.

“Oh Daryl, I could kiss you!” you heard yourself saying.

Oh, my. That was different. You actually said it.

Well, Carol would certainly be proud. You’d have to tell her later, she’d get a kick out of it. That is if she didn’t overhear you...

“Hey, shh! What, you want the little punk to see?” Daryl mumbled.

You cracked up, ignored your really warm cheeks, and asked “Which one, Carl or Glenn?”

He snorted, and took two of the lollipops out, keeping the brown one and handing you the pink. “C’mon, let’s stay ahead of the group.”

“I’m gonna sneak one to Beth and Carl, though.” They were the youngest of the group, so in your mind, needed the most protecting (and candy!). You knew that Daryl saw it that way, too.

He hummed in agreement, then smirked a little when he added “Then prolly to everyone else, I’ll bet.”

“Well, yeah,” you replied, a sheepish kind of expression on your face. Today really was a good day.

Daryl squinted a bit at you, but said nothing else. That was okay though. The quiet that settled between you two felt comfortable, easy.

You were already eagerly unwrapping your lollipop, being sure to pocket the wrapper. It didn’t matter that the world had fallen apart, you still weren’t gonna litter if you could avoid it. Daryl followed suit, even though he’d initially voiced back at the quarry that it was “stupid” and “kinda damn pointless.”

That felt like years ago. But it was only...how months ago that everything gone down? Definitely more than half a year ago, that much you knew. You glanced down at Dale’s watch that you wore, but you had forgotten about winding it more than a few times by now. Ah, you’ll need to do the kad-ish thing for him, too.

You’d have to ask Hershel what day it was so you could right the watch. Maybe he could mark today in his little datebook as...‘Candy Day?’

“Whoa, hold up y’all,” you said, pulling out your lollipop. “Did we miss Halloween?” You popped it back into your mouth and spun around to face the group, thinking out loud with the stick hanging out the side of your mouth. “Mr. Greene, might could you tell me what today is? All this candy’s got me thinkin’ of Halloween.”

Hershel made as if to reach into his pocket to check his datebook, but Beth stared at you confused.

“That ain’t a cigarette in your mouth, right?”

Oops.

You hadn’t meant to blow the surprise quite so soon. You looked over at Daryl, who shrugged and grunted. So you curved your mouth at him and pulled out your lollipop to show everyone.

“Daryl might could’ve found some Tootsie-pops?”

Glenn immediately shouted “MVP!” and threw his arms up in a touchdown pose, which T-Dog and Carl copied. Then Glenn, of course, started jogging right over to Daryl and you, while Maggie and Beth shared an amused look and shook their heads at each other. Maggie also caught your eye and gave you a wink.

“Nice find, pookie,” Carol teased, which made Lori and T-Dog crack up and Daryl grumble.

Rick and Hershel just smiled, while Carl modestly nibbled on one single peach ring to make it last as long as possible. His parents and Hershel had been chatting about something quietly together.

And Daryl, obligingly, held out the little bag which held just enough for everyone to enjoy one, except for Carl, who after all had won the peach rings, and Hershel, who joked that at his age he needed to worry more about his teeth. “Since I don’t want to go through the trouble of getting dentures, especially considering that I’m not entirely likely to find a dentist who’s accepting new patients right now.”

When the lollipops were dispersed and the bag rendered empty, you saw from the corner of your eye that Daryl balled it up and raised his arm as if to toss it, but paused. Then, instead of throwing it on the ground, he put it into his pocket just as he had the wrapper.

You turned your head to look at him.

You liked the man that he was becoming. He had always been, you know, helpful and stuff because of his hunting skills, and was always good at protecting everyone. That went without saying.

But he wasn’t always the...most pleasant. Yet now, more and more, he was working on himself. He was becoming respectful, kind, more thoughtful, and gentle. And a hell of a lot less racist, praise the Lord. He and T-Dog and Glenn were friends, even. Especially him and T-Dog.

And the way that he gave his all to find Sophia...Carol had called it, he was a good man.

Maybe one day Daryl would even open up more – whenever it was that he finally accepted that Rick and the rest of the group didn’t want to keep him around solely because he was useful. It was because you all liked him. He's family.

“You gonna say somethin’, or?” his gravelly voice cut in.

Oh, right.

You took your strawberry Tootsie-pop out of your mouth and pointed it at him. “Remember when I shoved that big value sized toothpaste and all the tooth brushes in with the medical and trauma stuff?”

He grumbled, then reminded you “And all the damned floss.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and hold back yet another smile. Then glance at the lollipops. “See? Necessary.”

He just squints back at you.

So in a gentle, sing-songy voice, you tease “Just don’t forget to brush and floss before bedtime, pookie.”

He huffed and adjusted his crossbow on his shoulder, but one corner of his mouth twitched up into a shy grin. “Slowpoke.”

[ripplefields]

ok i've been given the go and i want to do it anyways so here's my 11:05 pm essay on why i love the sweet capn cakes . enjoy

it's the dynamic . it's the dedication they have to each other . it's the common goal . it's how much they all love each other . it's the way they all look up to each other .

them in general . sweet, the energetic hot headed one . quick to attack quick to accept . always thinking about the band and the rebellion, introducing the band and being shocked when one doesn't recognize them . they're very serious about the rebellion, starting a fight with the accused peons of queen in vengeance the poor girl they helped kidnap . most leader like, but not putting themself in the front, selfless and righteous .

capn, the smooth one . chill and laidback, always having his words misinterpreted, whether it's calling queen a mom who tends to overheat or mistaking a customer's antlers for antennae, capn never catches a break with his cool dude persona, easily flustered when a mistake of his is called out . he's stern when he needs to be though, noting that k_k isn't thirsty, rather HURT after taking damage . the salesman of the group, always trying to wring a customer in for a few extra bagels no matter the unfair price .

and k_k, the silly one . head always in the clouds, k_k plays to their own tune and does what they wish . whether it be continuing to dance to the song they were told to play while a battle is about to commence, or announcing that they like candy in the middle of a small squabble between sweet and capn, and stating they want to be a car when the others are expressing things they want with new money . k_k cares about the other two deeply though, it being noted that while the others look up to them, they look up to their two other band mates .

the dynamic . so much can be deduced abt the dynamics between all of them through the little time we see them in chapter 2 . sweet and capn have very contrasting personalities, with sweet being stubborn and more dedicated to the idea of the rebellion, while capn is much more laid back and more dedicated to his image and how others perceive him . despite this, they play off each other so much in the shop dialogue, with the playful teasing never having any anger or genuine hurt behind it, and sweet immediately trusting that capn saw the lightners kidnap noelle, never once doubting that he may be playing with them . meanwhile, sweet and k_k is much more about looking up to each other . while k_k looks up to both sweet AND capn, sweet VERY much looks up to k_k . always following one of their randomly spoken thoughts with "good thinkin' !" or "you're right k_k !" it very much looks up to him and appreciate every word that comes from him . it's the way k_k and capns explanation to sweet that they beat the fun gang with mercy immediately calms them down and brings them back to high spirits . capn and k_k, always seen at each others side no matter what . they're always together, whether it be selling bagels, standing at each others side in battle, or having one another's back for when they accidentally make a fool of themself . the natural flow of their conversations, "this music...it's nice music." "that's my favorite kind." like said before, capn looks up to k_k and k_k looks up to capn . but unlike sweet, it's less of a "you always have something good to say!" mentality and more of a having each others back one .

of course, how they all heal each other, with sweet getting upset at capns brush off of his injuries over his image, and capns stern but caring tone telling k_k they're actually hurt, not thirsty . how they all went underground together, all risking their lives rebelling against the queen for a shared passion of music, stating that "if the band fights, we'll get out of tune!" how they're able to relax each other, how they stick together no matter what, because they're cyber fields number one trio, and they're not going anywhere without each other .

obviously i could go into the less deep things i like about them, their designs, the fact they're robots etc etc . but the fact of the matter is i love them for their dynamic . for their relationship with each other . how despite their somewhat clashing personalities, with sweet being the only one who seems adamant towards fighting for the rebellion, they still come together and make a great band, rebellion, scrap workers, and friends . they're the sweet capn cakes . and they love each other so much . and i love them so much for that

Why do you like SCC? What about them has captured you?

anon i could go on for literal hours abt why these silly music robot darkners mean the absolute world to me and why they make me so happy and what about them has captured me but i will sum it up with

and also they kiss . doesn't get better than that

[lokilickedme]

So if you dropped all of your OCs onto a deserted island (and then handwave that they can’t get off of it for some reason), how would they do there? Would they survive? Make a little mini society? Who would be top (Tom) Dog if anyone?

I've been looking forward to having time to answer this ever since it arrived - I apologize for the delay, it's been a stupid busy couple of days :/

*rubs hands together and giggles gleefully*

Okay - so excluding the Lokis because they're technically not my OCs (which makes this easier because I don't have to sort out a reason why their magic isn't working on the island and they can't just *poof* themselves out) - the answer to the first part is:

How would they do there?

They would do...pretty good I think. We're talking about a bunch of highly capable people here, both the males and the females, and seeing as "they can't get off it for some reason" I'm assuming this means they'll be there forever, or at least for a considerable amount of time before the Lokis realize they're missing and come looking.

Would they survive?

You betcha. Look at who we've got on this island:

Chem!Tom (and Anja) King McClary (and Molly) Thomas Dowd (and Carly) Darcy Kendall (and Dougan Flannery and Bard and Candy) The Elementals (The Traveler, The Rockstar, and The Concierge) Jack Montague (minus Loki, whether this is good or bad is up for debate) Chief and the entire Department gang (plus Greta) Taliesin and Lealieh (gods! We have gods!) Pete, Jake, and Tatertot Tommy and Chloe Bragneire and Princess Anja (minus their Loki) Pasha and Kiran Dave MacDale the gang from Chemical Aleks and Cara (LOKI LEVEL MAGIC RIGHT HERE FOLKS!!) Rachel and Lani from The Puma Club (and Christian, who undoubtedly is wondering how in the fuck he got here lol) and TWO STRADA!! (and Holly)

So...counting out all the OCs in The Carmichael Addendum (because I'm assuming we're going by my AO3 stuff here?) I feel like we're doing pretty good. In that list up there are no fewer than NINE characters with powers of some kind. Since none of them can use them to escape the island (going by the rule you imposed) then I'm going to operate on the premise that maybe the island has something around it, and isn't actually nullifying their powers. We cool with this?

Okay, so provided the powers thing stands as-is, we've got:

Aleks Laufeyson, who can apparate, manifest items out of nothing, and make fire (usually on accident, but fire is fire and they gotta cook and keep warm, right?) He'll also be able to *poof* things for them, though he's not very good at it so they're likely to end up with stuff they didn't quite ask for, but he tries, give him a break. He can also take people from one side of the island to the other in a blink, though they're likely to be on fire when they reappear at their destination. Also there's a high risk of reapparating at the bottom of the ocean.

The Three Elementals, who don't actually have powers per se, but are immortal - and since they personify The Arts, The Human Spirit, and Mother Nature, the island inhabitants are going to A) be able to entertain themselves, B) never give up, and C) have direct access to the person in control of the weather and their gardens. Excellent temps and abundant crops as long as she stays happy, so get on that, folks. She likes threesomes.

Taliesin and Lealieh - gods from the Celtic pantheon, one in charge of song, the other a glorified babysitter but hey, it can't hurt to have a guardian angel in the village, especially with Dave MacDale wandering around.

The Strada - okay, Baltho and Keene being there is a big problem, because A) Keene doesn't like humans, and B) Baltho is batshit insane and easily bored. But they can fly, they're super strong, and Baltho can do that cool thing where he reaches into The In-Between to retrieve weapons. Which isn't really a bonus here because that's all he keeps there. A sword stolen off an 18th century Samurai isn't going to do them much good on the island, except maybe for clearing brush or cutting branches for shelters, but he's easy to look at and has some great stories so just stay out of his way and everything should be okay. Maybe.

Jack Montague - she's strong, but...she's half vampire, which means she can see in the dark (handy at night) but also needs blood on a regular basis (terrifying). She can also do the mental visitation thing, which would be super nice because she can place head-calls to everybody's places of employment to let their bosses know they're not coming to work ever.

And then of course there's King McClary, who may or may not have weird deities in his lineage way back, but whether he does or not doesn't really matter because the man's been living wild his entire life, nothing's gonna be different for him here except there's no sheep.

And finally,

Who would be top dog?

Easy. Rachel and Lani. They're middle aged moms, they know how to do literally everything, are skilled at getting people to do what they're told by simply raising their voices, and can organize, delegate chores, give instructions until they're hoarse, make dinner out of pretty much whatever the guys haul onto the beach, and probably scare Baltho and Dave enough to get them to behave with a single look.

Did you think I was gonna elect Chem!Tom? lol - he's too busy making booze out of bananas and coconuts, he doesn't want the job :P