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𝜗𝜚 Floyra Intro Post !

❝Because theres no one on the land or in the sea more in sync than those two.❞

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Floyra is the ship of my main oc, Kyra and Floyd! Kyra is my Yuusona twisted from the Disney Princess Stereotype.

This intro post is just to graph out the timeline and details of their relationship. Funfacts at the end :3 (Fair warning though, this ended up being SUPER long… So feel free just to skip to the funfacts if you want HAHAHA)

Please note I may or may not have changed some things in the canon storyline for my own amusement hehe. Nothing too major though.

Tropes :

Idiots to Lovers, Bestfriends to Lovers, Soulmates, literally the DENSEST people ever … Actually they’re more like cowards. Mutual pining, mutual SIMPING they ADORE eachother they are absolutely WHIPPED, chaotic lovey dovey couple, tooth-rotting fluff, no i mean seriously this is the fluffiest ship EVER, they make eachother both better and worse simultaniously. They share the same braincell. Basically already a couple before they even start dating but they dont realize it.

Kyra: “What?? Ofc we’re not dating lmao wdym we’re just friends!!” <- just held his face tenderly and looked into his eyes adoringly while calling him the prettiest boy in the world and kissing his face all over

Floyd: “yeah lol why would u think that” <- arm around her waist, basically always looking at her with a dopey grin and heart eyes

First Impressions

When Floyd heard that there was an unexpected appearance of a magicless student at the entrance ceremony that blazed in with a flaming fire tanuki and set fire to the mirror chamber, he was intrigued. When he learned that very same student was, quite literally, from an entirely different world, he was even more intrigued.

Not to mention the fact she lived in that rundown, deteriorating 'dorm' that was literally called Ramshackle, and she was almost expelled with two other guppies on the very first day of school.

But, when he saw her for himself he was... Disappointed.

Often times she just stood by the sidelines, seemingly in her own world with a far-off look in her eyes and an empty smile that ticked him off for no apparent reason.

She never reacted to anything, letting people walk over her like some sort of welcome mat. Somehow, she didn't even feel alive.

To put it bluntly— Floyd thought she was boring.

Just a wimpy, puny little shrimp who didn't even have any magic. Who wouldn't even run away if her life was on the line, weak and defenseless. Naive. How boring, and here he thought he had another play thing... But wheres the fun if he doesn't get a reaction out of it? How lame.

Kyra and Floyd only officially met during book 2.

Kyra passed by Floyd a bunch of times before— but never actually ‘saw’ him. Floyd on the other hand, already had an opinion of Kyra.

Seeing her just simply standing by the sidelines again and saying nothing and just… Staring. He decided to finally approach her straight up.

Deciding to give her a squeeze for the fun of it— he didn’t expect at all for her to hug him back and basically turn the situation on him instead. It flustered him, and made him walk away from the whole scene out of confusion and embarrassment.

Despite everything, Kyra thought Floyd was amusing. and insanely pretty.

Building Interest …

As time passed they seemed to keep catching glimpses of eachother. And with each passing day, she seemed to get more and more... Interesting.

Facing overblots despite having no magic, causing trouble left and right and getting into such ridiculous situations it makes you wonder how she does everything she does without getting tired of how absurd it all is.

When his first impression of her was her being ‘boring', his second was her being naive. How else could you explain it? She had to be either ridiculously brave or incredibly stupid and naive to do the things that she does.

Kyra and Floyd don’t have any notable interactions until the main events of Book 3.

When Kyra decided to strike up a deal with Azul to free all of the students under a contract— Floyd thought she was stupid. Naive, and way too easy of a target. It was laughable. It basically confirmed everything he thought of her.

As Floyd and Jade were monitoring Kyra and Grim as they packed up their things, Kyra acted as if nothing major was happening. Talking to them and cracking jokes like they were old friends. It was then Floyd and Kyra found out they might be more similar than they thought, saying the same things at the same time and holding the same opinions.

When Kyra almost dropped a bag of her things, Floyd helped from impulse. He laughed it off, but Kyra decided to give him a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you’.

He froze in place. Not expecting that kind of reaction from her once again, and just kind of… Staring at her as she passed. Jade had another laugh at his brother.

When Kyra first saw Floyd in his merform, he took the chance to try and scare her a little. Just for fun. But just like before— it totally backfired, and Kyra just looked at her with the same wonder as she did the first time. She had the nerve to call him ‘Beautiful’ under her breath, too.

So, Floyd simply swam away after realizing she wasn’t going to give him the reaction he wanted, deciding to play with someone who will.

But when he tried to attack a nearby friend of hers— She punched him straight in the face! A fire burning in her eyes as she straight up threatened him.

Floyd was… Confused. Confused about Kyra, i mean. One moment she was staring at him like he was a of work of art, the next shes throwing hands at him with zero hesitation. He thought she was a pushover— but maybe he was wrong.

She had guts, though. Thats for sure. A magicless little thing like her deciding to put her hands up and fight, even threatening him? A 13ft long eelmer that could rip her apart without a sweat? Something about it.. Scared him a little. Ending up with a bloodied nose, staring down someone who didn’t show any fear or any regret.

Floyd always wanted a challenge. But did he expect that challenge to come in a 5’7 package, decorated with pretty pink bows? No, not at all.

But thats something. And boy, does Floyd love the thrill of the unexpected. After this interaction that past intrigue he had in her before came back 2 times stronger.

It only worsened when Kyra’s little plan to destroy Azul’s contracts actually worked… And Floyd got chills seeing the look on her face.

It was so unlike what he thought of her. A big, smug grin. The face of someone who knows they already won. It was almost malicious. And it was then he realized— she wasn’t as dumb or as naive as he thought she was, either.

But when they got back to the Lounge, it so happened that Leona seemed to have missed one, single contract. When they spotted it, Kyra was the first to react. Managing to grab it before Azul.

Azul wasn’t too happy about it, screeching and yelling for her to give it to him, grabbing her while doing so.

And in that moment of tension, of fear and action, she did something that shocked everyone. In the face of danger, she held the sole contract tightly in her hands and she—

…She ate the contract.

She shoved the glowing papering in her mouth, and swallowed the thing. And it worked. Honestly they didn’t know which was more ridiculous… Her decision, or the fact it was a success.

She grinned so widely, so proudly. She had the nerve to even laugh in Azul’s face. “Yeah, thats right! Screw you, octoboy!”

Floyd couldn’t surpress the laughter that bubbled up his throat watching it all go down. The sound of her laugh ringing in his ears. It was just so… Ridiculous. She was ridiculous.

She had just outsmarted Azul… And the best solution she could think of was to eat the contract? It was downright cartoonish!

But when Azul overblotted, Floyd got to see Kyra in action. He was surprised all over again. But he should be used to it by now, he should expect it. She just keeps surprising him.

She was no pushover— rising up to the challenge when needed. Even if she still acted unserious, even if she acted goofy and wild, she still got down to business and made it work nonetheless.

And he realized she wasn’t anything like what he thought of her before. She was… Nothing like what he thought. Always surpassing his expectations of her no matter how much they changed.

Everytime he thought he had her figured out, she goes and does something that makes him rethink it all over again…

She was very, very interesting. And now, shes got his full attention.

Strangers to Besties!

After the main events of Book 3, Floyd had started following around Kyra more often. Actually, scratch that. He started following her around constantly. She eventually apologized for punching him in the face, too. Surprisingly.

Realizing they were actually very similar, they began hanging out more and more, until they eventually became an inseperable duo that everyone knew about.

At first, most were surprised. Kyra had only just started coming out of her shell, so most were still under the impression she was a sweet, mild mannered young girl.

But after befriending Floyd— all of her self-control truly did go flying out of the window. If she was bad before, she was even worse now. Freely skipping classes more often without a care to go find Floyd, trying to juggle live fish in the courtyard, or jumping out of a window just to escape some of the staff. and the like.

Late night adventures, dancing in the rain, sneaking out of class, spontaneous hang outs and sleepovers, pulling pranks and causing trouble left and right… They were so in sync, its was scary. Kyra was almost like a second Floyd, and everyone knew that it was probably best to run in the other direction when you see them side by side.

No matter what the situation, they always had eachother’s back, too.

It was strange to think they were ever strangers. They felt like they’ve known eachother for years— thats how well they’ve grown to know eachother. They were as thick as thieves!

Hanging out everyday, whenever they could, they just had so much fun together all the time!

To everyone’s dismay, of course. They were far too in sync, if the chaos around one of them was bad it combined when they were together.

Floyd finally found someone who could keep up with him, and even better, keep him on his toes. Kyra surprised him everyday, and thats what he loved. He found someone who understood him, too.

Kyra on the otherhand, found someone who encouraged all of her once repressed desires. She found someone she could be herself with, with no fear of judgement.

Never one without the other, those two. Wherever Kyra was Floyd was surely close to follow, and wherever Floyd was Kyra was most definetly near. They followed eachother around, always stayed close to one another.

Slowly, they’ve grown to not only seek eachother out to go and have fun, but also for comfort.

Platonic ..?

What started as a simple friendship which focused on the high of ‘having fun’ and causing trouble, or just basically being partners in crime— slowly turned into something much more… Intimate.

When Floyd stormed all the way to Ramshackle after a bad day at Mostro Lounge, he didn’t really know what to expect, he just wanted to get away from everyone else and Ramshackle was the best place he could think of.

He didn’t expect Kyra to be so caring. Pulling him into her arms and running her fingers through his hair while encouraging him to rant.

Kyra had always been an affectionate person, he knew that. It started small— little kisses on the cheek and forehead from Kyra to him, hugs and the like. But this was different. It felt different, atleast.

The way she held him felt different, and the way her lips gently kissed his skin made all of the stress from before sizzle into nothing.

He couldn’t help but melt, and before they knew it this became a routine for them, too.

They grew to find themselves comfortable being vulnerable around eachother. Showing sides of themselves to eachother most wouldn’t see. And they knew eachother better than anyone else did.

Simple, friendly touches became something more. The playful wrap of Floyd’s arm around her waist became tighter, and Kyra’s touches on him lingered for longer. Suddenly the playful ‘I Love You’s didn’t seem platonic anymore— atleast not with the way they looked at eachother while they said it.

Simply seeking eachother out to go cause chaos turned into seeking eachother out to just simply be in eachother’s presence instead. Whatever activity they did started to come second, and as long as they were together they were as happy as could be.

Of course, they never recognized this change. In their point of view, they’ve always been like this. But everyone else can see as plain as day, that something definetly changed.

It was painful for everyone involved, really. For some reason neither of them seemed to acknowledge the obvious feelings between eachother.

Everyone could see the way they looked at eachother, the way they acted around eachother… Everything was so painfully blatant… But they still couldn’t admit it. Even when the lines between friendship and intimacy began to blur.

Realizations!

Nothing about their relationship really changed at this point. They just kind of realized their romantic feelings after being deep in denial for WAYY too long.

The first to realize their feelings was actually Kyra, believe it or not. Which is funny because shes never been the best at realizing her own emotions in general.

She was definetly panicked about it, and decided to not say a word of it to anyone. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had, after all he was her dearest friend. So she kept her mouth shut and continued on pretending like it was nothing.

She felt selfish having such feelings. She felt as if she didn’t deserve him, like he deserved better than her because she grew up thinking she must be unlovable. And so she kept quiet for the sake of him, too. She thought it was best for the both of them. (<- LIARRRRR!!!!!!)

Floyd realized a little later, it kind of just hit him one day. They weren’t doing anything in particular, he just looked at her and went “Oh. Ohhh.”

Like a lightbulb went off in his head. He didn’t say anything about it either for awhile. Eels are cowards, after all. And he didn’t know if she felt the same. So he just decided to act like nothing happened, continued this routine of theirs that they’ve grown attatched to.

Maybe there were afew times where they wanted to say something about it, to finally admit the unspoken thoughts they’ve had kept in the back of their minds… But they never go through with it. Always backing out last minute, brushing it off.

The two were cowards, dancing around their mutual feelings. Unsure of how the other felt, so they decided to just leave it all unsaid. Even if the look in their eyes said otherwise.

Saying they were just “best friends” was just so much easier. It was what they were used to, what they were comfortable with. It was easier to brush it all off as them being comfortable eachother, sharing beds and exchanging gentle touches. It was all platonic, of course!

…Though Floyd was hesitant with his own feelings. He never expected to find someone that captured his interest so much… Yet he wondered, was he ready to commit?

Strangely, there was no doubt in his mind. It was yes, it always was, yes. The moment he asked himself that question he answered it immediately at the same time.

Of course, because he realized if it was Kyra, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do. Man, when did he get so whipped for such a silly shrimpy?

Merfolk only choose one mate for life. And Floyd is sure he wanted his to be Kyra.

He was scared of course after realizing his own feelings. Besides Azul and Jade, he's never let anyone get this close to him. It was strange letting Kyra in like this. He didn't plan on her, not at first at least. but now that he has her, he wants to keep her forever.

Man, she just kept surprising him, huh? He never even thought he could feel so deeply for someone. But hes so glad that he found her, that they found eachother.

Difficulties…

When Kyra left with Epel, Rook and Elena during Book 6, Floyd was upset.

Thats an understatement, really. He was furstrated, worried, and somehow he even felt betrayed.

Why didn’t she tell him? Why didn’t she take him with her? Doesn’t she know its dangerous? Whats a shrimpy like her gonna do, huh?

He knows Kyra can take care of herself, he knows shes capable and he knows she can defend herself. But that doesn’t stop him from worrying.

Throughout the span that shes gone Floyd is restless. Hes snappier, hes moodier and he cant seem to stop pacing around no matter how hard he tries.

But when Kyra gets back— he completely ignores her.

Kyra was so very confused. Actually, everyone was. This was a first for the two of them. Honestly, Kyra expected him to run towards her just like he always does. But he doesn’t.

Kyra is back, but that doesn’t change his mood. If anything, it worsens. And Kyra doesn’t have a clue why! Everytime she tries to approach him, he just turns his heel and walks away. And hes never looked at her like… that..

Kyra is a total mess. And suddenly shes not as good as keeping her real feelings at bay like she usually is. She wondered if she did something wrong? Said something wrong? Was he finally sick of her? And that was when she realized— she was terrified of the thought of losing him.

In desperation she went to Jade. Maybe she should’ve asked Elena for advice instead, but before she knew it she was sat infront of Jade, asking for help with his brother.

If anything, Jade seemed amused with her situation. Of course he did. But with a mischevious twinkle in his eye, she had a feeling he had a scheme brewing up in his head.

Maybe she should’ve known better than to trust Jade… But she didn’t really have a choice, or so she thought as much.

Something about this situation felt so… Deliberate. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it seemed like he knew she’d come to him for help sooner or later.

After giving Kyra some advice and words of encouragement, he did something rather out of character of him. Bringing into a hug, he held her rather close to himself.

Kyra didn’t really notice this, and accepted the hug with no hesitation. Wrapping her arms around him and sighing as she melted into the well-needed hug.

Little did she know, Jade’s eyes were glued onto his brother’s figure, looming by the doorframe with a scowl on his face. It made Jade chuckle, deciding to tighten her arms around Kyra juust a little more to see what he’d do.

Of course, Floyd wasn’t happy about it. Now, Floyd is not a jealous person by any means. He has better things to focus on, other things to keep him entertained. But at moments like these, when hes already in a bad mood, he can’t help that primal instict, its in his blood after all. A moray is a moray.

Tearing her away from Jade, he drags her to somewhere else. Leaving a very amused Jade watching them leave.

And so, an argument occurs !!! Its a back and forth, Floyd mad about what he just saw, Kyra trying to explain the situation then her getting mad at him back for avoiding her like the plague.

It ended up with Floyd admitting he was mad because she didn’t tell him about her going with them, but at the same time he was mad at himself for not being able to be with her then.

Kyra realizes that, yeah, she probably shouldve let him know she was going. But she couldn’t just brush off the fact he hurt her by doing what he did, shes grown enough as a person at this point to not let her own feelings go unheard.

Reconcilliation!!! They both apologize and promise to do better, and what better way to catch up on lost time than a sleepover??

Best believe that after they made up, they went back to their normal selves as if nothing happened— actually, maybe even worse with how much clingier they are. They seriously missed eachother, seeing how much they stuck together. 😭

“Home”?

When Kyra got news of the possibility of finding a way back to her home she was in shambles. So very conflicted between the place she called home and the place she felt was home.

She knew she had to leave some day. She knew this freedom she had was temporary. She knew one day, she’d have to go back to the life she grew to despise, the life that was never hers.

She didn’t want to leave, though. Of course she didn’t. But still, she didn’t really have a choice.

She decided she wouldn’t do the same mistake and leave Floyd out of the loop. If anyone deserves to know first, its probably him.

And so, while theyre sitting on the rooftop of Ramshackle she mentions it. And Floyd is… Upset. Of course he is. Hes beyond upset, really. He just got his best friend back, now hes hearing she might be going away again? For good? Forever?

No way. He couldnt accept that, there was no way he could. But before he could even say anything— Kyra spoke first.

“I don’t want to go back. I really, really don’t.”

“…You don’t? Huh? Why?” There was a wave of relief that crashed over Floyd when he heard those words fall from her lips, his eyes glued onto the girl beside him. Hanging onto every word she says. “No. Its just… Its not my home, atleast not anymore. I dont think it is.”

“I think, this is my home now.” She chuckles, eyes glued down to the ground below. “…Because you’re here.” She says, turning to look at him. She spoke in that tone that she only used behind closed doors. When no one was looking. That soft, sweet voice she used whenever she carded her fingers through his hair and whispered sweet nothings to him until he fell asleep. It wasn’t unauthetic like the voice she used when they first met— no, it was genuine. Real. Full of adoration, of fondness. Her gaze held so much love.

“…Hah, what’re you gettin’ all sappy for, Sea Angel? Thats so cringe.” He laughed, but his heart soared. Even if it was cheesey, he couldnt help but swoon with just the way she looked at him. Like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. She always said he was the prettiest boy in the world.

She moved forward, her face leaning ever so close to his, so close he could see every line and curve of her features. He laughed at first, “Hey, what’cha tryna do, huh? What? Do I have somethin’ on my face?” He joked, but she didn’t respond. It looked like she was thinking, like she was deep in thought. “…Kyra?”

Her name left his lips for what was the first time. Hanging in the air like a silent prayer of longing, of want. And her own lips met his. Capturing it in a sweet, sudden kiss.

Time seemed to have stopped. It always felt like that when they were together, but this was different. Nothing could prepare him for that— hell, he didn’t even get the chance to kiss her back, the moment felt as if it went on forever but it was over too quickly all the same.

There was a flash of realization on Kyra’s face as her cheeks flushed a red that could rival Riddle on a rampage. Stumbling and stuttering, she couldn’t handle the embarrassment, and before he could even say anything she ran away. Leaving him on the rooftop, wide eyes and a stomach full of butterflies.

Yeah. Kyra is really stupid sometimes.

After that whole thing, she ran to Leona to let out her thoughts. He listened, though he said he ‘didn’t have a choice anyway’.

“So… You kissed him then you just.. Ran? Seriously?” “I PANICKED!!!”

Floyd and Kyra don’t really interact until Malleus’ overblot. And during the time they’re in Floyd’s dream, shes hoping he doesn’t bring up what happened at the rooftop.

Confession!

The confession takes a long, LOONG time. Im talking probably around book 7 or later. Probably when Kyra confirmed that shes staying in Twisted Wonderland. (Everyone thank Papa Crewel, he sorted out her documents for her :33)

Hehe because eels are cowards and they dont take the shot unless theyre sure it’s a winner. So he waits, and waits some more. And of course, that kiss was the sign he needed to finally just go for it.

Eventually, Floyd does confess. Although I still haven’t thought of the details— it does go something like this.

When Kyra at first laughs at him thinking it was a joke, he got annoyed. He didn’t think this was funny, and after seeing the serious look on his face she stopped immediately.

After realizing he was being genuine, she started straight up BAWLING. Sobbing, because she couldn’t believe someone could ever love her the way she is.

Shes deemed herself as unlovable so very long ago, she didnt expect the person she adored so much to ever love her back. She felt selfish, wanting to accept his feelings. But she wanted to be selfish at that moment.

Floyd has never been one to comfort people. He was never the best at it, but if its her, he’ll try. He always does. It was weird, but if it was her he always found himself doing things he’d never thought he’d do for someone else.

When Kyra started rambling about all of the reasons he “shouldn’t” love her, he started talking about why he loved all of those sides of her. Kissing away her tears n’ all. AUAUAUUUGGHHHH

It was honestly super emotional ESPECIALLY for Kyra, but she of course accepts the confession and they FINALLY KISS PROPERLY OH MY GOD THANK U !! ROUND OF APPLAUSE !!!!!!!

Floyd also calls Kyra by her actual name instead of ‘Shrimpy’ or ‘Sea Angel’ during this confession :3

“Its About Time!”

Honestly, nothing much changes after they confess.

Sure it takes some time to get used to them being officially a couple, but they’re still mostly the same.

However, I’d like to think that they just… Don’t mention it to anyone. Not because they’re keeping their relationship a secret, they just ?? Dont ???? Because they’re weird like that idk and its funny to me

For awhile no one actually knows they’re dating, and one day when someone comments on how they really should just suck it up and start dating they’re like “oh, lol we already are” “WHAT—“

Floyd definetly brags about Kyra a lot though 😭😭 and Kyra does the same… theyre both so down bad its SICKENING.

Funfacts!

Floyd was kind of scared of Kyra for a little while LMAOO 😭 shes a little TOO freaky …

Floyd has stayed over at Ramshackle so much that he’s has a bunch of stuff over there. An extra toothbrush, some changes of clothes, you name it. Its probably there. You can bet Floyd just lets himself into Ramshackle all the time, sometimes even in the middle of the night. But Kyra is always so chill about it 😭 (only because its Floyd HEHE)

Before they even started dating— behind closed doors they already acted like an old married couple 😭

Kyra and Floyd are lowkey super domestic behind closed doors, especially after a sleepover. Waking the other up with kisses ….. Helping eachother get ready for the day, helping eachother get dressed … Cooking together …….. theyre so sickening …………

Even if they aren’t with eachother all the time, they still manage to include eachother in their lives somehow. Whenever they go off on a solo-adventure, they always come back with some sort of trinket that reminded them of the other.

Speaking of, they’re both avid collectors of anything they deem cool enough. Random rocks, acorns, a lost penny, you name it. They like to show eachother the things they found throughout the day to eachother!

They have this silly little game Kyra started. She began hiding little sticky notes with sweet messages or a doodle and sometimes gifts in places she knows Floyd will find, and he’s started doing the same thing. Ever since then, its kind of become more like a competition on who can find the most sticky notes 😭

Kyra gets cuteness aggression from Floyd. Yeah thats it.

^^ she genuinely believes hes the cutest thing ever. Whatever u say queen!!!!

Floyd loves giving Kyra random gifts out of nowhere. The gifts can range from ‘a cool rock’ to a designer jacket. Kyra doesnt know which she prefers HAHAHA

Kyra herself prefers handmade gifts, so she loves to make Floyd pieces of jewelry and clothing! Shes always so proud whenever she sees him wearing something she made :3

Floyd and Kyra have been kicked out of class several times for laughing too hard.

They admitted to eachother before they even started dating that they couldn’t imagine their life without the other… can they pls take the hint omg

Floyd always feels super bad whenever he loses control of his temper around Kyra. One time he snapped at her, and he immediately apologized 😭 he told her to slap him if he ever did that again, hugged her so tight too and Kyra honestly found it so cute 😭

Floyd always perks up whenever he realizes Kyra is close by, always running straight to her. Kyra does the same thing and quite literally jumps into his arms.

Both Kyra and Floyd’s main love language is physical touch!! But Kyra loves to compliment him all the time, and Floyd loves gift giving :3

Kyra always greets Floyd with a kiss on the cheek. Yeah she started doing this before they were event dating im afraid ….

Kyra and Floyd love to read together at night, though Kyra usually falls asleep first AHAHAHA

But !! Kyra is also the first to wake up more often than not, and always wakes Floyd up with butterfly kisses on his face :3

Floyd convinced Azul to add some of Kyra’s favorite foods to the menu of Mostro Lounge just to get her to come visit more often

Kyra fights anyone that bad-mouths Floyd. Floyd doesnt know whether to find it cute or annoyed that she keeps getting herself hurt 😭

^^ SPEAKING OF, Kyra literally unlocked a much more caring side of Floyd with her being so accident-prone 😭 girlie got herself injured so much FLOYD had to step in smh …

Floyd is the kinda guy to carry Kyra if her feet started to hurt while walking or if she sprains an ankle teehee

They’re both banned from an arcade in town after they broke a claw machine and stole all the plushies inside. And other things but that isnt as important.

When Floyd feels like hanging out with her, he’ll look for her around campus then just throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes then just walks away. Kyra never struggles or objects and kind of just … accepts her fate 😭

Rambling…

Kyra grew up thinking the love she received will always be conditional. That she always needed to live up to some sort of expectation, and so she created a ‘perfect’ persona in order to do just that.

She still keeps that persona from the Prologue to Book 1, but begins to break away from it during Book 2– but while in her past she was only loved for the version of herself she created for others— it was the opposite with Floyd.

He disliked her so-called ‘persona’, but fell so deeply in love with her real self.

^^ she was very confused, yet so very happy.

Floyd never expected to ever love or care about someone so deeply, but at the same time he can’t imagine anything he wouldn’t do for Kyra.

Floyd thinks everything is fun as long as Kyra is with him <3

Kyra only ever started showing her more vulnerable side to Floyd during her character development. He was the very first to ever see her break away from the unbothered act she always put on.

Floyd was never one to let himself be so soft and vulnerable around anyone, ever. But strangely, he lets his guard down around Kyra. Kyra knows of the much gentler side to him, and she adores it so very much.

Kyra is extremely understanding and patient of Floyd and his mood swings. She knows he’d never intentionally hurt her, and always knows just how to cheer him up. Whether with a silly joke, a spontaneous adventure or just lying in bed with him in her arms.

Kyra trusts Floyd with her LIFE. She trusts him so much its ridiculous. No matter what the situation, she always feels like she can rely on him… But she wont trust him with her food. Or her plushies.

Extra: Incorrect Quotes (?)

I have more on my 🎀! twst shennanigans tag lol

#🎀🦈! floyra #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #yuusona #oc x canon #twst oc x canon #floyd leech #twst floyd

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thebestsetter · 3 months ago

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MASTERLIST!!

☆ -> My favorite works

Various characters

• Drabbles

* I love my husband's bad days (fluff)

* I promise to find you in every timeline (fluff)

* Complementary colors (fluff) ☆

* Death doesn't fright him (hurt with comfort)

* Talking stage (angsty??)

* Boys don't cry (fluff)

Blue Lock

• Rin Itoshi

* Please, dedicate me a goal! (Hurt with comfort)

You really want your boyfriend Rin to dedicate a goal to you. However, he thinks that's unnecessary. Well, you'll have to prove him he's wrong.

* My girlfriend's little sibling (fluff, a little ""angst"")

Rin wishes he had a normal sibling relationship with his brother, Sae. Luckly, your little sibling won't have the same childhood as him.

* Happy halloween! (fluff)

Rin loves you. Therefore, he also loves one of your favorite holidays: halloween.

• Isagi yoichi

* Loser! Isagi (fluff) ☆

Just Isagi Yoichi being a loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

* Isagi with a s/o with thick thighs (fluff)

He loves your thighs. They're amazing, and the day he first slept on them will never be forgotten.

* First date syndrome (fluff) -> Can be read as a part 2 to the Loser! Isagi fic

Isagi's nervous for your guys first date. So, he asks for his friend's help. But was it really a good idea?

* Hair ties (fluff)

The whole world knows Isagi Yoichi's your boyfriend. And now, they wanna know more about how your relationship works and how he's a loser for you. And they discover that by your hair ties.

* Watch your mouth (in protective Isagi we trust🙏)

Isagi can't handle people talking bad about you. Not even a smug argentinian reporter.

• Michael Kaiser

* Se se morre de amor (fluff)

Kaiser tried to understand the meaning of love for a long time, but never managed to grasp it. That's until you came.

• Bachira Meguru

* Unlovable (hurt with comfort) ☆

Bachira used to think he was unlovable. That was until you came and proved him wrong.

• Barou Shohei

* The prettiest princess (fluff)

Barou loves his little sisters, even when they acted like little pricks sometimes. And even when they made him dress up like a princess right in front of you, the girl he likes.

• Otoya Eita

* Once a cheater, always a cheater (Idk the genre of this lol)

Otoya has never crushed on a girl before. He had flings, sure, but not a crush. So imagine his surprise when he started to crush on his neighbour. And imagine his face when he discovered she HATES cheaters. He's screwed.

• Hiori Yo

* Dear diary (angst, kinda a little very little yanderish???)

Hiori has never had someone to talk to. His whole life was spent every feeling up. So, he got a diary to write about everything. Little did he know that would be his ultimate desmise.

• Smaus

* Them talking about you with their friend (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Isagi Yoichi and Hiori Yo

Part 2: Reo Mikage and Bachira Meguru

Part 3: Karasu Tabito and Chigiri Hyoma

* You saying you love them and hanging up after (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Alexis Ness, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

• Various

* "Oh Mister Todd!" trend with the Blue Lock guys: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Bachira Meguru

Jujutsu Kaisen

• Inumaki Toge

* Undeserving (angst)

He doesn't deserve your love. You deserve someone who can speak to you. He can't do this to you. He can't be that selfish.

• Megumi Fushiguro

* Cafuné (fluff) ☆

Domestic stuff with Megumi when he's tired from a hard mission.

Haikyuu!!

• Kuroo Tetsuro

* Bad hair day (fluff)

Kuroo thought his hair problems were going to end once he grew up. Until your daughter came and proved him wrong.

• Atsumu Miya

* Hear me out! (fluff)

Everything was going fine. But then someone put Atsumu on a hear me out cake on a random tik tok and everything went downhill. Now, you needed to find a way to get your boyfriend to open the door and stop sulking - and fast!

Hopefully more to come!!!

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#blue lock x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu x reader #my hero academia x reader #reader fluff #reader angst

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mossyivy · 7 months ago

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Imagine pregnancy cares with Leon…🥹🥹

You’re hungry? He’s running to the store at 3:00 AM to make you some spicy noodles with a side of pickles. Your feet are swollen? Put your legs up on his lap and let him massage those feet! The baby won’t stop kicking your ribs? Well they’ll get a stern talking to! >:(

I feel like Leon would definitely not let you do one single thing around this house, hell, you couldn’t even get up to grab a glass of water anymore. He’d carry you around the house like a little princess, setting you down in bed and tucking you in, kissing you goodnight like you were a little kid. Talking to your belly in the middle of the night, telling it random and silly stories, acting like your baby knew what the hell he was talking about.

Don’t even get me started on your bump, he’d looooovvvveeeee that big ol’ belly of yours. When you wore those pretty flowy sundresses because you refused to wear pants during the last month or so of your pregnancy, how those dresses would show your bump (and your melons, wink wink👀) off were definitely the best parts. You were the prettiest thing in the world to him, even more now that you were carrying his child.

If only I could give him that cute domestic life he deserves…

- Anon! 🎀

Oh my God, I love domestic Leon so much... He deserves that typical white picket fence life.

So there's conflicting resources online so I'm just gonna make an assumption here. July-December is when most babies are born. So far the same of a time line we'll say you're due in September.

So it's like the dead ass middle of July. Hot as balls and it's 3am. You want spicy noodles and pickles. (You're usually craving) But when you go to the kitchen they're both gone. You just grab an otter pop from the freezer, and head back to bed. The bed dips under your weight as you sit, adjusting your pillows before you lay back. The window AC is at that perfect angle where it's hitting you enough to make you chilly as you curl up with your snack and blanket.

Leon rolls over in his sleep, putting his arm around you and pulls himself closer to you with a groan. Lifting his head without opening his eyes, you know what he wants. Leaning down you give him a kiss. He sinks back into his pillow, tongue jutting out to wet his lips.

"Why... Do I taste cherry?" He opens his eyes, looking up to see you already drinking the juice from the clear package.

"No noodles? No pickles?" He questions, turning on his back as he takes in a sharp yawn. Rubbing away the sleepy gunk from his eyes.

"We're out." He turns his head, watching you look at the empty wrapper in disappointment. He sits up without a second thought, still groggy as he grabs his wallet off the nightstand giving you another kiss before he stands up. Slinking out the door in his pajamas.

30 minutes he comes back with fresh made spicy beef noodles from your favorite late night Korean dinner and a jar of pickles the size of a baby. An you bet you scarf those things down while he watches you like your his whole world. This goofy smile on his face while you slurp up glass noodles and glance at him.

"Wuh?" You say through chews. He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nothing babe, just eat your noodles." He moves in getting comfortable. Rubbing your lower back and belly at the same time while talking to the baby until he eventually falls back asleep with his head on your thigh.

SUN DRESSES WITH A BABY BUMP WOULD MAKE THIS MAN GO FERAL! There's this thing about pregnant women that men find attractive because their instinct is to detect fertility and protect. Which is insane as is...

But when it's your own partner? Oh boy.

He thought you were beautiful in sundresses before but now it's just heightened!

It's getting harder to bend and pull things up with an entire human being inside of you so you resort to the old reliable method. Dresses. Everyday.

You wobble out of the bedroom with your flip flops. Dropping them on the floor you slide them on. Ready for a day at the beach together before the baby comes. The dress is a shade of blue, slightly low cut but really showing off the girls with how much you've blown up during pregnancy.

Leon's outside fighting with the chairs trying to get them in the back of the car and fit the cooler at the same time. Already breaking a sweat and they haven't even left the driveway yet. You walk out, watching him fight for his life against these chairs and finally he gets the trunk to shut and he sees you. The first thought that crosses his mind was:

oh shit... She looks that good? Do we have to leave the house?

Followed by: That's mine, she's mine. Carrying my baby inside her... And looks that sexy doing it. Maybe we should have another kid right away after the first one...

His brains going in overdrive before you tell him you're getting in the car. He quickly comes around, helping you buckle yourself in and shuts your door for you.

The entire day it's hard for him to not be constantly touching you. He usually just guides you by a hand on your back but he's got you pulled close, a hand on your thigh, giving you kisses more frequently. Even going for an ass grab or two without caring if anyone is looking.

And you bet your ass the second you two get home you're getting a shower together. Just to make sure you get all the sand off of course (👀)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #🌿 ivy writes #🌿 ivy replies #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy

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amourtoken · 6 months ago

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Good morningggg here's the small gift I promised you yesterday 🤲

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: somnophilia (preestablished consent)

♡ Nicky is a night owl and could stay up for HOURS, we'll into the sunrise if you let him. You on the other hand? Not so much. You always end up asleep cuddled next to him during whatever task he'd started well too late.

♡ he's also known for coming home from tour at the most random hours, which has led to an agreement between you two. If he needed you that bad, he's more than welcome to use you even if you're not up and functioning like he is.

♡ he wasn't sure about the whole idea at first but he came home from a 3 week run of tours one night after several delayed flights to find you laid on your stomach in bed in just one of his oversized shirts dead asleep and suddenly his mind was set.

♡ he dropped all his stuff at the door of your bedroom and was damn near immediately on you, his hands brushing up your legs and massaging your thighs, stopping to grope your ass under the shirt that barely covered it. He loved how you felt so much softer against his rough hands, everything about you was soft to him.

♡ thankfully for him you were a heavy sleeper. You looked so pretty he rlly couldn't help himself. He nudged himself between your legs trying to not wake you up, settling on his stomach. It was unfair how fucking pretty you looked even while you weren't awake, he missed you so much these last few weeks and all the stress of tour washed away when he buried his face in your pussy (like usual lol)

♡ you squirmed a little but didn't fully wake up, he just had to fucking taste you. He was rutting himself against the sheets while eating you out, trying to find some form of relief from the ache in his cock. He didn't wanna fuck you unprepared though, he wouldn't if you were awake so why change the routine now? Nicky continued lapping at your pussy while working two long fingers into your soaked heat, only slowing when you sighed and rolled your hips back against his face and hands.

"bein' so good for me and you don't even know it, puppy"

♡ he pulled away just to drag his sweats down enough to free his length, dragging the tip through the slick mess he made between your legs before sinking in. You felt so fucking good around him after being away for so long he thought he'd cum right then but tried his best to drag out the pleasure for as long as he could. He set a slow pace, fucking himself entirely into you and brushing your cervix before pulling out nearly all the way. He wasn't trying to be rough, he was trying to savor everything about you.

♡ it was about now that you started to stir a little, Nicky's fingers dug into your hips a little too hard as he tried to shift you into a better position, dragging you back to meet his thrusts. Fuck you missed him so much, but your brain was so foggy from sleep that all you could do was moan his name against the sheets while he stretched you on his cock.

"Hey baby, you okay? Missed this pretty pussy so fuckin' much..."

"Just a little longer princess- promise we'll cuddle after-"

"Pretty baby...doing so fuckin' good for me- just take this cock"

♡ his thrusts picked up in pace a bit once you woke up, chasing his long awaited end. The sleepy little moans and whines falling from your lips made his cock twitch, and the way your ass bounced against his hips made him nearly dizzy. You were everything he could've ever asked for and he felt like the luckiest man in the world, he has the prettiest little girlfriend to fuck himself into whenever he wants <333

♡ Nicky leaned down to wrap an arm around your throat, tugging you up so your back pressed to his chest while he fucked you. The new angle had his cock hitting just the right spot in you, pitching your moans up even higher and making your legs shake. Thankfully he had a good hold on you. His free hand slid down between your legs, stopping at your stomach before just to feel the light bulge his cock created every time he filled you.

"Gonna cum for me? Missed you so much, need you to cum on my cock- please-"

"So tight for me, fuck- getting close?"

♡ his fingers traced quick circles against your clit, making you nearly thrash in his arms. Tears pricked the corners of your vision as your orgasm hit you hard, you dug your nails into Nicky's forearm while he drug you through it, whimpering and moaning profusely. The way you gripped his cock when you came threw him over the edge, he sank his teeth into your shoulder to muffle a loud moan and sank himself balls deep to fill you up with his cum.

♡ rather than pulling out, he damn near toppled over with you in his arms. You were both sweaty, panting messes but he didn't care. He pressed messy kisses up and down your neck, pouring praise into your ear.

"Did so fucking good for me baby- missed you so much..."

"Feels so good...just stay like this for a little longer?"

♡ "a little longer" apparently meant indefinitely, cause it didn't take but a few minutes for you to notice he'd passed out with you I'm his arms, dick still buried in you. You loved being this close to him though so you really couldn't complain. Poor thing was exhausted from tour and just happy to be home :(((

#Nicky #nicholas ruffilo #I love him!!!!!

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spideyanakin · 1 year ago

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let me be your harley (e.m)

requested by - @chloefrl // cheerleader!popular!reader and eddie are friends, he always makes her laugh and smile 24/7 , and Eddie is in love with her (let’s say since first year of high school) when he was about to confess his feelings for her, he saw her talking to a jock and that made him realize he wasn’t enough for her so he backed off. Reader noticed this, and confronted him. And he confessed his feelings about her and with something along the lines “your a queen, and I’m just your joker.” Then obv reader says she also likes him and they date :D

warnings - smoking, angst but ends fluff <3, friends to lovers

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Eddie Munson never thought he could have a friend like you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined being best friends with the prettiest girl in school, let alone someone who also happens to be a cheerleader and crowned princess of Hawkins.

But there he was, on a random Tuesday evening, sitting on his bed with a joint dancing back and forth between his fingers and your own, babbling about your favorite lord of the Rings characters.

"What do you mean Legolas is an asshole?" You chuckled as you took a new puff, Eddie watching as your cheeks hallowed and half of your exhale passed through your nose before the rest of the smoke came out of your mouth. You stole a new drag before handing it to Eddie.

"You don't remember that moment in the two towers where he let Aragorn bend down to listen to the earth and struggle and shit and waited for him to come to the conclusion that indeed a whole ass army was headed towards them, and Legolas was just 'oh yeah I spotted them like an hour ago."

"Oh yeah, I remember," you giggled, "but he's not an asshole for this. Legolas is one of my favorite characters," you frowned, turning your head to face Eddie.

You smiled, finding his big brown eyes already staring at you. He smiled back, blowing smoke in your face to make you laugh--and it worked, because you swatted the smoke with a giggle, playfully slapping his chest before leaning on his shoulder.

Eddie wrapped his arm around you, letting you melt at his side.

You hummed in comfort, feeling safe in the warmth of Eddie's arms. Your eyes closing by themselves as you felt your high seep through you.

Eddie broke the silence, cheek leaning against the crown of your head, "he's a good character, but elves can be assholes in general in lord of the Rings."

"Don't shit on the elves, Munson," you hit his chest with the back of your hand, leaning away from his shoulder to meet his eyes again.

A new fit of laughter escaped you both the second your eyes met.

At this moment Eddie couldn't help but stare at you. You had this giddy high smile on your lips and shiny eyes. Hair poking all over the place, your cheer uniform wrinkled from laying down, sleeve falling off one shoulder. You made eye contact again and Eddie thought he was going to pass out.

His heart leaped in his chest and somehow he knew, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself for much longer.

He had already been head over heels for you since the first time he saw you in that high school cafeteria, and he knew he was ready to lay his life for you the second you exchanged words for the first time.

He had struggled to let the words 'thanks' and 'bye' in the same sentence, causing him to mumble something in between, you had given him the sweetest smile in return and waved your perfectly manicured hand goodbye.

He had to pinch himself every day since the moment Mrs. Smith had paired the two of you for a school project and you had, since then, somehow decided Eddie was a worthy friend: because you stuck around ever since.

He didn't even know how in the world you had anything in common in the first place.

But from the first time you had worked together outside of school, you took him by surprise.

He didn't even think it was possible for someone like you to feel so comfortable in his room, but he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skill as he watched you graze your fingers excitedly over his Metallica poster, commenting about how much you loved them.

Eddie thought he was going to die right there.

But then, he ascended to heaven when you excitedly pointed to his music tapes your voice feeling like an angel's as you asked him the most obvious question: 'oh my god you listen to that too?'. He blinked, the question taking him by surprise. Wasn't it obvious? With the way he dressed and his reputation.

He barely nodded, too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence.

His eyes scanned you as you wrapped your fingers around another tape you hadn't noticed before, cheering as you showed it to Eddie. 'Oh my god, this is one of my favorites!' his breath caught in his throat as you asked permission to put said tape in his player. You turned up the volume and Eddie knew he was a goner when you started singing over Ozzy Osbourn's voice.

Needless to say, Eddie knew you had been a gift sent from heaven right this moment.

Or maybe you were sent from hell, destined to torment him. For him to fall helplessly in love with you just to never get a chance.

But you liked him back, right?

right.

"God, I wish I could join hellfire." You blinked and turned to him. "I wish I could play an elf too. I have so many ideas for my character..."

"I wish you could too, princess."

And that marked the end of a perfect evening with you.

You would go back to your house, take a shower and wash your uniform in a poor attempt to hide that you had been smoking. You would make yourself something to eat and finish up your homework, reminiscing about how off being in the cheer squad started to feel.

Your friends felt faker and faker by the second, and dancing in a green skirt accompanied with fluffy pom poms didn't feel right anymore, it didn't feel like you.

That morning, Eddie came to school with his intention set. A poorly written speech of what he wanted to tell you crumpled in the pocket of his leather jacket, keywords written in blue on his wrist, but the ink was already smudged by second period.

He felt nervous and jittery since he opened his eyes this morning, sunlight creeping in his poorly closed curtains. The light filtered in and lit up the space where he stuck all his best polaroid photos on his wall.

His eye caught his favorite one, and then it was all a reminder of what he promised himself today was going to be.

This was it.

He was going to muster all the courage he could and ask you ask on a date, jump into the potential abyss of ruining your picture-perfect friendship, with the potential of being able to call you his by the end of the day.

It took him some serious pep talk in the mirror and maybe even half of an old joint he found, hidden in the corner of his room by his guitar.

He was determined to meet with you in the woods, at your usual meeting spot. To sit at the mossy table, share a blunt and a pack of cookies as you gossiped on the latest Hawkins High news. He'd offer if you wanted to share his pack Twix bar, 'how romantic' he thought, and maybe once a comfortable silence had fallen, he would slide in the idea.

If his mouth would let him let the words out.

He knew it wasn't perfect, he knew it was far from the grand romantic gestures you deserved--but it was the best he could offer you in these conditions.

Knowing the fact that your time together always ran short, that you had to hide in between the trees or the comfort of your own homes to just be together--romantic of platonic.

And also knowing that if he didn't let his heart out today, he would probably burst into flames.

So he let out a deep breath, rearranging his bangs in the rearview mirror, fixing his jacket one last time, and making sure there wasn't anything stuck in between his teeth.

He looked around, spying on the crowd through the safe haven of his windshield. He spotted your car, but you were nowhere near it. You were probably already inside, fishing books from your locker or chatting with which ever of your cheerleader bimbo ‘friends’ had caught your attention.

He focused on not making his hand shake as he opened the door of his van, hands immediately finding shelter in his pockets as he made his way inside the school building.

It felt like everyone was staring at him as he made his way through the crowded hallway to reach his own locker. The random eyes that he would normally pay no attention too seemed to be staring right into his soul, judging him and telling him ‘you don’t stand a chance’

But he knew that was far from the truth. No one was reading into his mind, and no one had a laser vision that could see through leather and into his pocket, where they’re be able to read the rehearsed words Eddie had thrown together as if he was writing a new song for his band.

He felt like he was going crazy. Every little noise, every squeaking of a shoe, every locker closing: he could hear. A hyper awareness that made the hair of his arms spike despite his fight to keep himself calm and collected.

He reached his own locker. Easily doing the combination before opening it.

Crumpled papers over crumpled papers. Two stray markers and one ball pen sat in the middle of it all. A stash of weed hidden beneath the pile of scribbled pages, and a stray D and D dice, to which Eddie didn’t even know which set it belonged to. He thinks maybe it use to be Jeff’s old set, he vaguely remembered him using brownish dice for a while.

But he didn’t bother much longer with the question, because it had been weeks since it found itself on the bottom of Eddie’s locker and it would probably stay there until he graduated.

Out of the pile he picked out a virgin page, ripping it in half. He grabbed the first marker that his hands fell upon. An orange color with a thick tip to write, making his letters big and bulky as he scribbled

'meet me in the woods at lunch -E’

He folded the paper as neatly as he could, stuffing it in the back pocket of his jeans.

He waited until the hallway of your locker was a minimal emptied out, students filtering out and heading to their classrooms. He fumbled with his favorite ring, eyes scanning for any potential sneaky glances,

Your locker was almost there, he was halfway to victory, hand already reaching for his back pocket.

But then he saw you.

His face fell.

Your hair was tied up with its usual green ribbon, a bright smile plastered on your face as you spoke with one of the popular jocks; Chad.

He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, realization hitting him. He felt the floor crumble under him, ready for the world to swallow him whole.

Chad was the real-life version of a Ken doll. Perfect, shiny blonde hair that would make Steve jealous if he was still in school, a pearly white grin that made Eddie's stomach twist, and crystal blue eyes accompanied with the most charming aura.

He was a jock, with perfect grades, a fuck load of money, and everything else Eddie lacked. Popularity dripped from him. Everything Chad possessed that Eddie missed. You deserved someone who could grant you the moon if you wished--and Eddie could barely afford a diner date.

He watched as you slightly leaned against him: Chad flashing you his best smile as he spoke. He ran his hand through his perfect short curls, watching as they bounced back perfectly on his forehead.

He was bluntly flirting with you and Eddie saw his hopes fly out the window quicker than he found the courage to gather them.

The way you smiled as your conversation went on was enough for him to back away. Fist closing upon itself. He grabbed the piece of paper in his pocket, his 'poorly' written speech, and dumped it in the first trash that caught his eye.

He blinked, head falling down as he tried to burn the image of you with another guy out of his mind. He walked in the opposite direction, the realization that he didn't deserve you burning down his throat.

You were far too high in the Hawkins High food chain to even consider dating a guy like him. How could he have been so stupid?

You made him high on love. High on the hope that you could be an item. The way you were so comfortable around him, and how you made his head spin by doing the simplest of action.

But deep down he always knew this was a dream that he was going to have to snap out of. You needed someone like Chad. Someone with a good reputation and who doesn't take rides in the back of the sheriff's cars on a regular basis.

You might have similar tastes in music and common interests, but that was about it. Your social circles weren't compatible and he felt like a fool to even think he could have a chance.

He felt enough like a fool after that morning, he didn't need the pain in his heart to become worse by having you around.

Three weeks into his poor cover-ups and attempts to push you away, he only felt himself sink deep into his misery. No amount of Ozzy or Dio was enough to help him crawl out of this pit of pain he out himself into.

And as if things couldn't get worse, the pained look on your face every time you tried to comfort Eddie and he'd lay out yet again a poor excuse for his distance was now engraved in his mind--a reminder that not only was he destroying himself but he was bringing you down with him in the process.

But you'd heal, and faster than he ever could.

He knew you would.

He watched from the far end of the hellfire table, head hung in mystery as he looked down at the pretzels he didn't have an appetite for.

Gareth and Jeff were sharing a look, wondering if they should just go into a conversation of their own and pretend like Eddie wasn't moping right in front of their eyes. Lately, ignoring him seemed to be the only way to keep the party safe from his mood.

Eddie looked up once he had enough of staring at the dry food on his plate. He scanned the cafeteria and it didn't take him long to find you--looking perfect as always.

But in his staring, he was oblivious to the way your eyes didn't hold the same brightness as they usually did, and that the excited tone when you spoke to your friends was gone--blown with the harsh storm that had been Eddie's ignorance.

Of course, Eddie couldn't see the sleepless nights and the way your diner plates had remained full for the past few days. He couldn't truly see the inner turmoil that was rumbling inside your bones and keeping you from sanity.

But how could he? It was all hidden behind your perfect practiced cheerleader smile.

And when Eddie spotted that perfect smile from a distance, he didn't think twice before jumping to conclusions: you had finally moved on.

As Eddie looked back down to his poor lunch, he knew one thing to be clear: he was simply a useless passing villager in your game of life. He thought of himself to be like one of those useless NPCs he invented for his campaigns.

Boy if only he knew how wrong he was.

On the second day of the third week, you had enough.

If Eddie was going to ignore you, you at least needed a reason, something to justify the pang in your heart each time your eyes landed on him from a distance.

So you held your books a little tighter in your hand, your pink nails gripping your sticker-filled yellow spiral notebook tighter as you made your way out of the cafeteria. You watched like a hawk, keeping a certain distance so as to not raise suspicion. Eddie was speaking with one of his fellow Hellfire members; Jeff. The boy was nodding at whatever his dungeon master was telling him, and Eddie was fiddling with his rings: something you knew he did when he was nervous.

What did he have to be nervous about?

Eddie was soaked to the bone with confidence, that was the whole armor he wore so your so-called friends wouldn't eat him alive.

Did this have something to do with you?--There was no way of knowing, but you were growing suspicious of Eddie's change of behavior; towards both yourself and his faltering confidence.

The bell rang and as per usual, Eddie didn't budge from his spot. His friend had already scurried off to class but despite the rush happening around him, he took his time, stuffing his drug-filled lunch box into his locker and attempting to sort out the mess of misused books and stray notes he might need for the afternoon.

You closed your own locker, mumbling something to your friend, shooting her a smile as she left you alone.

The corridor fell empty, apart from you and Eddie; but didn't have seem to notice your presence, or at least if he did he did not make a move to talk to you or run away like he had usually done these past few weeks.

If he hadn't been ignoring you, maybe you would have smiled at the way he was figuring out what his own handwriting meant. Smiled at the way he was placing the paper in every angle possible to try and decipher if this was a useful piece of information for the hours to come. But when he finally cracked it, like an ancient code meant to keep safe the best of treasures, he mumbled something you didn't catch from the distance and stuffed it back in between the unorganized line of notebooks.

This wasn't the paper he was searching for.

"You need help finding something?" Your voice made him jump, making you crack a smile at the startled look on his face.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that," he mumbled before fishing for a bright blue notebook. He opened it to make sure it was the right one, and when he read Math, sloppily written in big letters across the front page, he tucked the book under his arm. He didn't share another word with you, probably waiting for you to make your purpose by his side known.

He tucked a 4 colored pen behind his ear and closed his locker, not bothering to close the lock.

"Can we talk?"

"Not, now I have to get to class, and so do you," he pointed to the clock behind you and you crossed your arms.

But your stance didn't seem to bother him much, because he turned on his heel and started walking away.

It took you a second to remember why you were here, you had enough of whatever was going on with him--and you wouldn't let him run away on you again.

So you caught up with him and stood your grown in front of him, trying to take as much space as possible--but probably failing to look an ounce more intimidating than nature allowed you to be.

But nonetheless, you still spoke, words slashing the air; "You're ignoring me." It was a statement--a firm one that almost made him flinch.

You saw his expression falter from shock to something else. A color you didn't recognize in Eddie, maybe pain, hurt? Your heart sunk down to your feet as réalisation hit you.

Did you really do something that bad?

He was staring right at you, big brown eyes intently staring your face, maybe trying to decipher your emotions, trying to read your mind so he could make a decision on his next move.

"No I haven't," but instead of doing anything remotely productive to help the conversation like you’d hope; he lied.

"Yes, you have," he watched as your face fell, more pieces of his heart shattering in the process. "Have I done something wrong?" The way you frowned was overwhelming. "I promise I didn't mean to, Eddie we can talk this out."

Eddie felt like he was about to burst, all of the predicaments he tried to convince himself were true falling to the ground and breaking with the last of his heart.

He had to close his eyes to stop himself from wanting to rip his hair out or cry.

You were blaming yourself, for something that was all him.

His fears came true, he had dragged you down into misery with him.

"Y/n, of course not-" you watched him stumble with his words.

"Then why are you ignoring me," Your tone might have seemed firm but he could tell the way your voice wavered.

You were hurt.

And it was all his fault.

He sighed, barely managing to meet your eyes again.

"Because I'm not good enough for you."

You blinked, trying to make sense of his words.

"What?"

"I'm not good enough for you!" He lifted his voice a bit, but not enough to make you flinch. "You're- you're perfect. It's as if god had taken everything that's perfect and made you—and then there's me, who is everything but perfect. A freak who was apparently meant to fall for someone he cannot have," he went on, too busy going on a rampage to notice the way your breath caught in your throat.

"Because," he looked into your eyes, a look so intense it almost gave you chills. "You're a queen, and I’m just your joker. And The Joker cannot fall in love with the queen of Gotham, she deserves Batman, the handsome Bruce Wayne. Not the madman."

You swallowed as you realized this was a love confession. Eddie’s eyes were wide, almost hectic, and the more you stared at him the more you realised this was him rambling on about how, he reciprocated your feelings but thought you could never.

Your ached when you registered the way he had just talked about himself, but quickly it was replaced by anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach for anyone in this damn town that made him feel this way.

Because your Eddie deserved the world, and he most definitely deserved someone like you. He even deserved the entire of Gotham to be at his feet.

You took a step closer, mustering bits of courage you still held, "Harley Quinn and the Joker made a pretty good pair the last time I checked."

Eddie felt the air pull out of his lungs as you spoke, his brain working overtime as it attempted to comprehend the coded message.

"What do you mean?" He breathed out, watching you get even closer to him.

"Let me be your Harley," you brushed his hand, making goosebumps travel up his arm. His fingers slowly interlacing with yours, eyes getting glossy. "I might be the Queen of Gotham, but I'm far from wanting Batman," you giggled, continuing to close the distance between you.

Before he could blink again, you were already on your tip toes leaning in for a kiss. You were already lowering yourself back to your normal height before Eddie registered what happened.

But when he did, his lips were on yours again—chasing for the feeling he had dreamed about for months now.

Eddie thought his brain was going to overheat.

Not even ten minutes ago, he thought every chance he had with you had been long gone, sunk deep into lovers lake with the other broken romances and unrequited loves.

But there he was, kissing the girl of his dreams in the middle of a school hallway.

And it was everything he had ever dreamt it would be.

"So, I'm really perfect?" You smirked as you pulled away from the kiss just for Eddie to chase your lips again, muttering 'Yes' in between kisses.

Eddie finally pulled away when the information had fully registered.

"How in the world do you like me back?" He blinked in disbelief.

"Because you're perfect?" He shook his head no, but you persisted, "you’re perfect for me, Eddie."

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#quartermaster munson 🫧#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson fan fiction #Eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #Joseph quinn #Joseph quinn imagine #Joseph quinn x reader

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yeontaescumslut · 5 months ago

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ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 불꽃놀이 ~ fireworks

Pairing: Taehyun x Reader

Genre: non- idol au, smut

Synopsis: You had never really cared for holidays, your family wasn’t close, you never really celebrated…that is, until you met your best friend Taehyun, who wanted to do anything and everything, especially celebrate holidays….and boy did this one take a turn….

Warnings: unprotected sex, name calling, public sex, hair pulling, slight pain kink, degrading

Word count: 2420

Authors note: Hey guys :’3 I wrote this on vacation so it’s not as good as the others but just something small to celebrate 4th of July for my Americans!

It was summer, you were on break from college, in Korea…you attend yonsei university and that’s how you met your best friend in the whole world, you shared the same classes, he sat right beside you in all the lectures and before you knew it, you were joined at the hip. His friends now became yours because let’s face it, you had recently come to Korea to study and knew nobody and nothing so you would take what you got.

Today was any other ordinary Wednesday for you, except for Taehyun it was the July 3rd the day before 4th of July, as 4th of July was an American Holiday taehyun thought it would be fun to celebrate for you, like a piece from home for you…

Text message | From ~ “Tyunnie 🐠”

Tae: “Sooo, we have plans tomorrow, don’t ask questions, dress cute, wear that top I like ;)”

Me: “oh gosh taehyun 🙄 you know I don’t like going out…”

Tae: “I knowwww but it’s going to be fun, you know I’d never lead you astray 😏”

Me: “Fine 🙄 what time do I need to be ready?”

Tae: “ Be ready by 8”

The rest of the night your mind is racing wondering what could he have planned, but you’re used to this, always going on spontaneous adventures…he knew how to make you love life, so even though you were nervous about tomorrow you were more so excited to see what you both would get up to next.

The next day comes around faster than you’d like to admit, you start your day late waking up around 11 am, eyes heavy brain still foggy, you rub the sleep from your eyes and grab your phone to check your notifications ~

New message from : “Tyunnie🐠”

“GOOD MORNING PRINCESS! I hope you’re excited for tonight I’ve got so much planned for us. See you later darling :3 ~”

You don’t like to admit it but this message made your heart race, in fact every message you received from him made your heart race, sending butterflies in your stomach….but he’s just your best friend. That would never work out, right? You decide that’s enough overthinking for today, shaking your head in realization. Slamming your hands on the bed beside you, you decide to finally start your day, you had lots to do before tonight, laundry, cleaning, finishing school work for the summer, etc etc ~

Time flies, before you know it, it’s 6:45 and decide that it’s time to get ready, you put on taehyuns favorite top that you own, a sheer black top that ties right below your breasts, and a black mini skirt, your shoes are black platform boots, you curl your hair, putting on the makeup that makes you feel the prettiest, and again before you know it you hear a honk coming from the front of the place you’re staying. Walking out you grab your black coach purse, looking yourself in the mirror giving yourself a pep talk, not to get too nervous in front of him, and don’t let your feelings get in the way….

Walking out the door, Taehyun is pulled on the curb in his black mustang, he’s standing arms crossed back to the passenger side door, flashing you the biggest smile, the one you love so much, deep dimples and sharp canines on display, your stomach turning in knots as you approach closer, you known him for months now yet you still hesitate every time you see him…

“There’s my girl!” he opens the car door, holding out his hand to guide you in your seat, as you grab his hand he bites his lip looking you up and down “God you look gorgeous” you respond with “well you did tell me to wear this top hyun” you roll your eyes at him but give a playful smile. As you take your seat in the car and get yourself situated he closes the door gently, walking back to the drivers seat getting in himself. His hand rested on the gear shift the other on the top of the steering wheel, he looks over at you “you ready?” you look back at him hesitating to answer “uhhh I guess?!!” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, the hand on the gear shift, moves to your bare upper thigh, slightly squeezing “We’re going to have fun I promise” smile as bright as always. You take a deep breath in and sigh, only being able to focus on the hand on your thigh, a heat raging in your stomach as his hand moves higher up your thigh as he drives. You’re sat still, hands in your lap not knowing what to do in this situation “ soooo uhhh where are we headed” you say tapping your fingers together just trying to break the silence “ We’re going to the mountain, the one not far from here” he says, hand squeezing your thigh tighter but eyes focused on the road.

By now the sun has gone down, you and Taehyun are just sitting and chatting eating snacks and drinking your champagne, you look at Taehyun to tell him something when suddenly, he grabs your chin turning your head back forward “Look.” As soon as your eyes hit the landscape fireworks shot up into the air, beautiful colorful fireworks, your eyes lighting up from the beauty and excitement from how much you missed them. “Wow taehyun these are….” before you can finish your sentence that same hand is turning your face back to him, your eyes meet his, they look as though they’re full of hunger, in a split second his lips are on yours, his hand moved to the back of your head pulling you closer to him so there’s not an inch between you two. He pulls away for a split second “is this okay?” He says, his eyes genuine. “Yes, it’s more than okay” barely letting you get your words out, his mouth is back on yours, tongue fighting for entrance to your mouth, with his free hand he places it on your lower back lowering you to lay on your back, grabbing a pillow and places it behind your head, he’s hovering over you, arms beside your head….now this is one thing you never expected, especially from him, he was always so…soft and kind and never pushy, but god did you love this side of him. His knee coming up inbetween your legs pressing it against your core only covered by your underwear. One hand coming to grab you by the throat, turning your head to the side so his lips can reach the nape of your neck, his lips warm, plush, and wet, trailing their way to your collar bones, then down to your chest, his hand moves to your waist holding you down so you don’t squirm under him, he uses his teeth to untie your top freeing your breast’s to the chilly night air, making your nipples harden before you can adjust to the temperature his mouth is attached to you, sucking and licking your nipples, his hands are busy pushing your skirt up your hips, his fingers finding your clothed clit, pressing his slender digits into your folds, mumbling into your skin “Fuck you’re so wet for me already? You’re a needy slut aren’t you?” His tongue trailing from your sternum to your waist, he’s leaving kisses along your hip bones, his teeth slightly scraping the skin every once in a while, sending shocks up your spine, little moans leaving your lips, his fingers slip your panties to the side making way for him to enter, his pointer and middle slide in easy from how wet you were. His mouth now hovering over your clit, heavy breaths with an open mouth make you spiral, he bites his lip and dives in, lips enveloping your bud, tongue making its way up and down your folds, his fingers sliding in and out of you, his free hand taking a handful of your tit rubbing his thumb across your nipple, your back arched on the Gingham blanket, tears welling in ths corners of your eyes….

Fireworks pop in the background, the showers of color illuminating Taehyuns features as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy. His eyes dart up to meet yours, when he sees your eyes shut tight he breaks away from your bud “Fucking look at me slut, I didn’t tell you to close your eyes”. He picks himself up, hovering over you once again, his fingers leaving your entrance, his arms wrap around your waist flipping you over on your stomach, one hand on your upper back pushing you into the pillow the other around your waist holding your ass in the air. “Stay” he says removing his hand from your back to unbutton his black slacks pulling them down to release his 7.5” you can’t see but hear the slap against his stomach, he spits on his hand rubbing it on his cock, moving your panties to the side once again, his thumb on your fold holding it open as he slides himself into you. Grunting as your pussy engulfs him, soft moans leaving his lips as well, when he’s situated in you, he speeds up his pace. Arm still holding you by your stomach ass in the air, with his free hand, reaching for your hair gathering your locks in a ponytail pulling your head up “I wanna see your pretty face while I destroy your pussy” You comply turning your face so he can see your side profile.

“Mmmm that’s my good girl” a devilish grin is painted on his face, his pounding getting harder, his moans growing louder, tears now painting your face as knots form in your stomach from him hitting just the right spot over and over again “Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you’re so mine” he says biting his lip hand letting go of your hair to smack you on the ass, the sting left behind feels painful but so sensual. His hand now grabbing a handful of your asscheek nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin. His head thrown back, his ashy brown locks coated in sweat. Beads dropping down the slope of his nose, he looked perfect.

His grip on you getting tighter as he nears his high, you also nearing yours cries escape your throat, his name in every one, he loves the sound of it so much so it’s drawing him closer and closer, your legs basically dangling in the air at this point as though he’s using you as his personal sex doll, his pattern getting messier letting you know he was about to cum, his hand now reaching under ti grab you by the throat pulling you up to him, your back now on his chest as he’s on his knees, his strength guiding you up and down his cock, his lips near centimeters from your ear “I’m gonna cum, fuck, and you’re gonna take every last drop” this sends you spiraling, stars dancing across your vision from how tight your eyes are shut “Yes sir” you say shakily getting out what words you can. His grip on your neck tightens, a pleasurable tightness as he reaches his climax, slamming his hips into your ass painting your walls white, his teeth dig into your shoulder blade as he lets out whimpers as your walls are tightening from your high following suit, you cry his name tears flowing down your cheeks, body pulsating as you feel the warm inside of you. He lifts you off of him just to bend you back over, hand on your neck so you stay in place, his pointer and middle push into you once again, pushing his seed deep into your pussy “I told you you’re not waiting even one drop” screaming bellowing out of you from overstimulation but god does it feel good from him. He finally lets you go, letting you fall to your stomach on the soft blanket and pillow, you sigh heavy breathing following….”Oh I hope you know I’m not done with you yet princess” kissing your shoulders his tone hands rubbing up and down your back. “oh fuck”.

#kang taehyun #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #smut #taehyun x reader #tomorrow x together #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun hard hours #kpop idol #idol au

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blackenedsnow · 10 days ago

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AHHH I love your interpretations of postal dudes so much…please can I get all the dudes w a super feminine s/o?? :D

the dudes with a super feminine s/o ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Feminine! Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Feminine! Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Feminine! Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Feminine! Reader, Postal (BD) Dude x Feminine! Reader, Postal (Movie) Dude x Feminine! Reader

NOTE: Hello! Ahhh, thank you for sending this in and thank you for your kind words! Enjoy these headcanons, and feel free to send more requests like this anytime! <3

P1 DUDE

He’s overly protective.

Whether you’re going out for groceries or taking a walk, he’s right behind you, darting suspicious glances at anyone who looks your way.

He isn’t great with words, but he’ll leave little “gifts” for you.

A daisy he found on his way back home, a new pink lighter he thought you’d like, or a newspaper clipping about something mildly interesting.

He never admits these things are from him, but you know.

He isn’t one to buy into the romantic stuff, but there are times when he lets his guard down.

You’re one of the only people who can actually get him to chill, even if just a bit.

Sometimes, you’ll sit with him and just hold his hand until his breathing slows down.

He doesn’t say much, but you know it means the world to him.

Again, he’ll bring you wildflowers he’s found or some small trinket that reminded him of you.

He gives them to you with zero explanation and a straight face, then walks away, but you know it’s his way of showing affection.

P2 DUDE

He loves your ultra-feminine style.

Every time he sees you dressed up, he whistles, making some over-the-top compliment like,

“Wow, babe, you’re putting the whole world to shame!”

He notices the details in your outfits—the way you curl your hair, the little pins you wear, the soft colors—and he’s constantly cracking jokes about how “girly” you are in the most affectionate way possible.

Every now and then, he’ll also surprise you by bringing something totally out of character, like a plush he won at the carnival or a random cute keychain.

He has no problem stepping in if someone tries to bother you.

He’ll say something off-handedly violent, and if they’re smart, they’ll back off.

You’re his, and he’s not subtle about it.

P3 DUDE

This dude is an absolute piece of shit when it comes to your style.

Every bow, every pastel-colored accessory—you’re basically handing him ammunition.

Despite all the teasing, he’s got a thing for how you look. He actually likes it a lot, like, a lot.

He thinks it’s hilarious how you two look so mismatched—him, looking like a complete disaster, and you, perfectly put-together.

He loves how people stare when you’re out together; it makes him feel like a rebellious punk showing off his way-too-cute date.

Expect him to throw out corny, exaggerated pet names like “Princess” or “Dollface”.

One day, he shows up with a giant, horrendous hot pink stuffed bear that he won from a sketchy claw machine.

“Here. Thought you’d like this, or whatever,”

It’s hideous, but the gesture’s so weirdly endearing that you keep it on your bed.

P4 DUDE

Out of all of them, this Dude is by far the most encouraging about your style.

He’s in awe of how put-together you look every day.

He notices everything.

“You got new shoes!” he’ll exclaim, grinning from ear to ear.

He loves hyping you up and won’t stop talking about how cute you look, even when you’re in pajamas.

“Look at that bow! Isn’t that just the prettiest thing?”

He has absolutely no fashion sense, but he tries to “match” your feminine style anyway.

One day, he even showed up with a bright pink scarf he found, convinced it was the key to looking “fancy” like you.

“Look, we match now!”

He’s so proud of it that you can’t bear to tell him he looks like he raided a lost-and-found bin.

He is also the most straightforward with his feelings.

He’ll tell you he loves you at random, in the middle of doing the most mundane things, like when he’s eating cereal or filling up the gas tank.

BD DUDE

This guy is always tired, often indifferent to the world around him, but with you, he finds a rare sense of comfort.

Your bright, feminine style adds a bit of color to his world, and he loves it.

He won’t outright say it, but he relaxes whenever he’s near you.

He’s a bit of an observer.

Watching you get ready is almost hypnotic for him.

He’ll lean back, his face a mask of calm, and say something simple like, “You look nice,” but there’s a depth to it that makes you feel like a princess.

If he sees something you’d like—a new shade of lipstick, a sparkly hairpin—he’ll quietly pick it up for you, no fanfare, just a small, sweet gesture.

He doesn’t want you to feel like a burden in his world, so he tries to bring a little beauty into yours whenever he can.

MOVIE DUDE

This dude is head over heels for you.

He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and actually compliments you on it daily.

He’ll bring home wild, unexpected gifts, like a bouquet of roses with each flower painted a different neon color.

“I got you some flowers, babe! Thought they’d, uh, match the vibe you got goin’ on.”

He’s kind of clueless about fashion, but he loves watching you dress up.

Sometimes, he’ll offer a suggestion that makes no sense, like “What if you wore a big ol’ cowboy hat?”

But it’s endearing because he’s genuinely trying to be helpful.

He’s a goofy guy, but he takes care of you in his own way.

If anyone so much as glances at you wrong, he’ll jump in with a “Hey, you got a problem with my beautiful lady?”

It usually works because people never know what to make of him.

And honestly, neither do you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#postal dude #postal #postal dude x reader #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4 #postal brain damaged #postal movie #x reader #ask #request #fanfic #headcanons

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weezerfan123 · 1 year ago

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Do you have any more ideas for Scott x Sugar? I'm slowly getting hooked on the ship myself. It just- fits so well

YES I have plenty of ideas for them!! I’m so glad people are actually taking interest in my favorite crackship… my name for Scott/Sugar is Sweet Dirt

More about them under the cut ⬇️

Scott is definitely attracted to how Sugar wears her heart on her sleeve, and not just for the nice emotions. Her fits of intense jealousy and rage give him butterflies. What a woman. Scott thinks she’s the prettiest pageant princess in the whole world— he could whittle a thousand little wood statues of her face.

A fun date idea I have for them is going to the County Fair— they’d TOTALLY be in their element. No idea what fairs are like in Canada; I’m American; but they’d love fair food. Like Chicken Charlie’s, with the bacon wrapped deep fried pickles and oreos. Cotton candy ice cream sandwiches. Donut chicken sandwiches. They’d also LOVE the livestock shows, and maybe even show some pigs, cows, or chickens of their own. Sugar is definitely disqualified for putting makeup on her animals.

During a conversation with @rotiapologist last night they mentioned that Scott’s love language would be acts of service and I SO agree: “if scott likes you (rare) you will be waking up to a fully weeded garden and fed chickens in the morning that's just the way it goes”

ANYWAYS comment or reblog with any headcanons you guys have for them I’d love to see :3

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #fanart #my art #weezerfan123 #td scott #td sugar #sweet dirt

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velidewrites · 11 months ago

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Don’t Look Back

Five hundred years ago, the humans fought hard for their freedom in the Great War and won. Now, their former masters seek retribution in a rebellion that grows stronger year by year. When Elain Archeron finds out marrying Greysen Nolan might be the only solution to keep her family safe from the ancient, cruel Fae, she doesn't hesitate to fulfil her duty. What Elain doesn't know, though, is that the man with the fiery hair and russet eyes is not her fiancé, but his killer—and when she finally finds out, well…it will be far too late to turn back.

Notes: For @rainbowdolphinrealm (@acotargiftexchange)! Thank you so much to @witch-and-her-witcher for beta-ing this chapter<3

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Chapter 2: The Princess

Lucien Vanserra loved lying. Amongst life’s few little pleasures, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, his favourite one of all. He didn’t feel much guilt, if he was being honest—in a world hell-bent on dwindling his magic, deception seemed an adequate substitute for whatever drops of power still trickled through his veins. As a child, he was told of the might his bloodline had once carried—a might he never truly got to feel. The humans, of course, were to be credited for that shortcoming.

Truthfully, lying came to him as second nature. Growing up the way he had, Lucien supposed it was not exactly a surprise. Eris lived by the rule of lie or be lied to, and Lucien certainly was not going to let anyone make a fool of him—let alone a human.

And yet, looking at Elain Archeron now, Lucien could not bring himself to lie—not even to himself.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Eris would have executed him for the words, and he would have been right to do so. The female—woman, Lucien mentally corrected himself—represented everything the Fae despised, everything Lucien despised from the moment he was old enough to understand the world around him. Understand why it had been his brother’s arms cradling him as a babe and not his mother’s; why their ancestral home, despite standing only a day’s journey away, was nothing but a death trap for Lucien and his family should they ever decide to return. Why the great House Vanserra, the most ancient family in the Prythian of old, had been reduced to nothing but two males whose only power was—apparently—a rather impressive ability to lie their way out of anything through their long, sharp teeth.

Well, that, and their good looks, Lucien supposed. Though that particular quality, in his humble opinion, could still be called into question when it came to the second half of the once-mighty Vanserra unit.

Lucien hadn’t seen much beauty in his life, which he was smart enough to agree made him somewhat of an unreliable observer. But looking into the wide, doe-like eyes staring down at him from beneath long, dark lashes…Lucien knew. Knew he would never see anything more beautiful in the world than this. Than her.

Then Elain Archeron, daughter of the man who owned everything the Fae had once possessed, the so-called Princess of New Prythian.

His fiancée.

He wanted so badly to think her a monster, and he comforted himself with the thought that even the prettiest of faces could hide the most revolting of souls, which was probably true in Elain’s case. To the untrained eye, she was all but harmless. Those eyes, their shade a brown of a fawn’s coat, seemed gentle—if not somewhat wary, as though she might scurry off at the quietest tap of some human’s too-polished boots. But Lucien was no ordinary spectator.

No, he’d been training for this his whole life.

He saw the gleam behind Elain Archeron’s eyes, there and gone in a second as she met his gaze. She was hardly the trembling little creature she appeared to be. She certainly was no Princess, either.

She was studying him. Closely.

He looked up from the Merchant’s shining marble parquet to meet her gaze again, and flashed her the kind of smile he suspected only an asshole like Greysen Nolan could offer a girl like Elain Archeron.

“Will you do me the honour of a dance, my lady?” he drawled, letting his voice dip an octave, and extended a hand.

Beside her, the Merchant seemed positively delighted. Good. Lucien would kill him later.

To his utmost surprise, the lovely pink of Elain’s cheeks deepened—and she offered him a smile of her own.

The Mother—if Eris did not get there first himself—would damn him for this, but his breath quickened at the sight. Once again, he looked for solace in the thought that, at the very least, her human ears could not pick up the sound of his own, racing heart. The instinct was ridiculous and, Lucien had to admit, quite pathetic for a male who’d been around for his fair share of centuries. Then again, he did spend most of those centuries hiding in a forest, so he supposed such weaknesses were still within his own rights.

He clung to the thought rather desperately as Elain took his hand—ungloved, Lucien realised. Rather unlikely for humans in today’s climate—these days, they took all but ludicrous precautions to protect themselves from his kind, as if the very touch of a faerie could somehow instil some evil magic within their veins. There was a time that Lucien wished he possessed such ability, though why, he could not exactly recall right now. Elain’s hand, surprisingly calloused at the fingertips, was warm and steady in his own, as though she fully intended to be the one leading him into the waltz.

That sobered him right up, his thoughts pulled sharply out of their strange haze as if he’d just taken his first breath after being underwater. The very idea of a human controlling him even here, right in the middle of his own scheme where he was supposed to lure her into his trap, was like ice over the already dying fire inside him. Lucien plastered the signature Greysen smile back on—whatever he imagined it looked like, anyway. It was hardly reasonable to have asked the lordling to smile while having his claws buried deep into Greysen’s chest.

“Is the dress not to your liking, my lord?”

Lucien blinked—then blinked again.

“Pardon me?” he asked Elain, because the question had to have come from her. He bowed before her as the smooth melody of the violin began, and she returned the gesture with a curtsy, her brows slightly furrowed as she straightened back to her full height.

She hardly reached his shoulder.

Fuck.

“My gown,” Elain repeated, as if that explained everything. “Does it not…please you?”

Lucien found himself frowning, too, but he took her into his arms all the same, realising her hand had already found its own way onto his shoulder. “Whatever gave you that idea? My lady,” he quickly added, forgetting humans and their ridiculous etiquette.

It used to be our etiquette, too, Lucien, his brother’s voice, an eternal thorn in his side, sounded in his mind in the most infuriating memory. They took it from us—the same way they took everything else.

By betrayal and blood. Lucien understood that all too well. The humans would remind him—whenever he found himself forgetting.

“You seem…unsettled, I suppose,” Elain told him. Apparently, whatever he’d envisioned for Greysen’s asshole-smile did not align with the Princess’s expectations.

“I am perfectly content,” he assured her. “You look…exquisite,” he then added, because damn her, she did. Because his life could never be fucking easy.

How on the Mother’s cruel, terrible earth, was he supposed to kidnap her?

“Oh,” she scrambled, that pretty shade of pink blooming on her cheeks once again. He fought the urge to run his thumb across it, keeping his hand firmly on her waist instead. “Thank you. I am glad you find it to your liking.”

Lucien only stared at her.

“I…” Elain cleared her throat. “I am quite fond of roses myself.”

What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Good for you, I guess? He certainly was not getting her a bouquet, if that was indeed what she was implying. Where he was taking her, there was only moss and the occasional allure of wet, rotting mud. Lucien spun her around, if only to buy himself more time while he searched his mind for an appropriate response that would hopefully keep her engaged long enough.

“I personally prefer tulips, I suppose, though I admit I had not seen that many in my time.” Prythian, after all, was a dangerous enough place. He’d seen the flower in one of the books that used to belong to his mother—the one Eris had gifted him on his fifteenth birthday. Lucien had spent all night carefully making his way through every yellowing page, absorbing every word, every illustration despite hardly understanding any meaning of them at all.

Elain blinked. Slowly. “Tulips?”

Lucien nodded. “Does that surprise you?”

“In a good way,” Elain admitted, a shy smile creeping onto the corner of her plush lips. “I’ve been told you prefer roses.”

Shit. That explained it.

“I’ve always wanted to see the tulips,” Elain continued. “The fields of the Montesere province. I’ve never been to the Continent,” she admitted.

That was a surprise. The Merchant’s own daughter never having left Prythian at all? Lucien would have never suspected it. He’d half expected Elain to boast of the Fae artifacts she’d been stealing from there, no doubt from the ripe age of twelve, if not less.

Interesting.

“So it’s tulips you are fond of, then,” he said matter-of-factly. His mouth twitched upwards. “Not roses?”

Elain paused—as if considering. Then, she rose on her tiptoes and leaned forward—close enough to whisper conspiratorially over his shoulder, “I was lying before.”

For that, Lucien spun her around again.

She returned to him with a smile. “Have you been to Montesere before?” she asked.

Lie, lie, lie.

It should have been easy. The very first thing he had spoken to Elain had been a lie. And yet…

And yet, Lucien couldn’t. “I have not.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “How is that possible?”

Lucien cleared his throat. “My b–my father likes to keep a close eye on me,” he quickly recovered. That much, at least, was somewhat true. Eris had raised him, as much of a pain as he had been—and still continued to be, as far as Lucien was concerned. “I have not been able to travel to my heart’s content, I’m afraid,” he added, unable to keep the grimace off his face. Lucien and his family had been practically confined to Braemar throughout his entire childhood, and it was only after centuries of trying to prove himself to Eris when his brother had finally deemed him capable enough to officially join his ranks.

He half-expected Elain to laugh. To mock him, even, the famed Visitor who, apparently had been nowhere. Instead, her shoulders sagged—less an inch, but Lucien’s Fae senses had not faded enough to miss the movement.

“I have never left New Prythian,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She seemed almost…sad. Genuine. As though she understood him, despite being everything Lucien had devoted his entire life to kill.

All those centuries blazed like an alarm in his head now, that forgotten fire inside him thrumming back to life like some primal instinct fighting its way out of his chest. He had been warned about this—of how powerful the humans could be despite having no true magic of their own. Not only had they learned how to steal the faeries’ power—the humans had mastered turning it against them.

Lucien was not going to let himself become Elain’s prey.

He wondered what spells she had used to make him feel—whatever this was. Perhaps the Merchant had done it himself, far older and undoubtedly more capable than his little Princess. Faebane, perhaps, dipped in some sort of chalice he’d found in the Middle. The Wildlands, they called it now, along with the Solar Courts that used to hold the greatest power of the whole island. He had to bite back a scoff. Humans and their new order.

Looking at her now, as though with some newfound reason the Mother must’ve granted him, Elain Archeron did, indeed, seem like a trembling animal. Her father’s prized, pretty pet he kept in the cage he’d ransacked all of Prythian and beyond to gild in faerie blood.

Lucien offered her a smile he could only hope was reassuring. “Then it’s a good thing we have a great deal of travelling to do together.”

Don’t worry, Little Fawn. I’ll get you out of here in no time.

Elain’s chin tilted upwards an inch—as if in challenge. As if she’d heard something like that before. “We do?”

Lucien hummed. “Am I not the Visitor?” he asked. A question is not entirely a lie, he assured himself, still uncertain why, exactly, lying to Elain Archeron came to him with such difficulty. “I’d be doing one hell of a poor job if I did not…visit.”

Mother above. He should have studied the humans more before coming here. The Visitor. What the fuck did that even mean?

Elain giggled.

Humans and their stupid titles.

This—all of it—was making him slip up more than he ever had before, and if Elain and her little party were any smarter, they would have realised what kind of visitor they’d invited into the Merchant’s manor.

To reassure himself more than anything else, he carefully dug his teeth into his bottom lip, letting his tongue lightly graze the essence there. He could still taste the potion—the faint tinge of honey masking the mirthroot-infused tonic he’d glazed on earlier. Good.

Elain’s eyes flickered to the movement—a flash of a second as she followed the trail of Lucien’s tongue. That fire inside him simmered once again, no doubt in answer—no doubt to dim those flecks of light in those big, brown eyes. Under the ballroom’s chandeliers, Lucien notices, they seemed almost golden.

She looked up then, so excruciatingly slow from beneath those thick, long lashes, and met his gaze.

“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked, his own throat suddenly dry.

Elain blinked—once. Then again.

By the third time, the light was gone.

“Of course,” she said, something like a rasp in her tone that made his entire body stiffen. “I—the music stopped.”

He hadn’t even realised. His report later, of course, would omit that little detail. Eris—nobody else, for that matter—did not have to know just how reckless he’d allowed himself to be today. The Merchant indeed was powerful, his house more a fortress than the manor it made itself out to be. Practically thrumming with magic, the same kind that Elain was no doubt subjecting him to—even right now, as she curtsied gracefully, a loose curl of her golden-brown hair falling over her cheek. Tangling between those lashes.

Gods. He needed to act quickly—once they were both out of here, her spells and charms would no longer wield any effect on him. His report would warn the rebellion of that—of just how many traps the Merchant had set up in his home.

“How about we resume this dance on the balcony?” he asked her, letting his voice become as smooth and honeyed as the poison on his lips.

Elain blushed—then nodded.

Lucien smiled.

All he needed now was one kiss.

He placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the very front of the ballroom, where the large, glass entryway to the balcony stood open and waiting. Lucien had gone over the plan a thousand times earlier this morning—but he repeated it once more, just in case. A simple peck on the back of her palm would suffice, or so Nuan had told him, to achieve the desired effect—when consumed in an amplified dosage, mirthroot could cause more harm than good. Once the tonic sank into her skin, it would take a few hours for the magic to take effect—to put Elain to a sleep so deep she would not wake up should someone remove her from the comforts of her bed.

It would be painless, a fact Lucien was still debating whether to consider a blessing or an insufficient enough punishment for what her kind had done to his own. He supposed it hardly mattered—either way, Elain would fall asleep tonight as his fiancée, and, come sunrise, wake up as his prisoner.

One kiss—perhaps as the dance finished and they parted for the night. So that everyone could see her leave, could see them both leave the ballroom and go their separate ways before retiring for the night.

The decoy was already here—somewhere in the kitchens, perhaps, waiting for Lucien to find her and cast the glamour now that he knew Elain’s face. The Merchant’s most prized treasure, after all, had to leave with Greysen Nolan as scheduled and not without saying goodbye to her precious father. Not to mention willingly.

Lucien would find her later. For now, he had to put on his last, final act.

He flashed Elain Archeron the most brilliant of smiles before offering her a hand. “Shall we, Princess?”

***

The evening breeze caressed her furiously flushed cheeks. “Please don’t call me that,” she asked Greysen, taking his hand all the same.

His auburn brow quirked upwards. “I am told this is what they call you in this part of the island,” he said, teasing her, no doubt.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You know just as well as I do, my lord, that Princess is hardly my official title.”

“But you like it anyway.”

“I do not!” she huffed, and—to her surprise—Greysen laughed soundly, his head tipping back, waves of hair spilling over the navy blue of his jacket. “You are toying with me.”

“I most certainly am not,” he assured her, that smile still playing across his lips. “I simply wanted to see for myself, I suppose.”

“I am being truthful,” she told him, her grip on his arm firmer as if to emphasise her point. “I am most certainly not a Princess, and that’s that. I can’t imagine anyone enjoying being called what they are not.”

Greysen slowed at that, the natural grace of his movements swaying somewhat as though she’d taken him by surprise. They fell out of rhythm, hardly dancing anymore as he just held her in his arms, one, broad hand on her waist, the other still warm and steady in her own, and looked at her.

Elain had been so, so wrong.

As much as she respected and trusted Lord Nolan, he had never been a pleasant man to be around—it had been superficial of her to have expected his son to be the same. Greysen was…like her, in so many ways Elain had to pause, too, much more often than she would have liked. He wanted to travel. He, too, felt…trapped.

He wanted to take her along with him. She would not be caged to Rask, to the Governor’s castle in Saetre. She would set sail with Greysen instead, see the world—not in the way she’d always dreamed, but she would, at least, get out of this place. The place that, over the past few years, had become less of a home and more of a graveyard.

Besides, it was what Father wanted. What everyone wanted. Perhaps it would not be such a bad thing to share a dream with everyone else.

So Elain returned Greysen’s gaze, so hot and focused entirely on her own it felt like a fire had been lit in the depths of her very soul.

“Can I ask you something, my lord?” she whispered, the words more a breath than a question.

Greysen nodded. “Of course, my lady.”

“My father says we have met before,” she began slowly. “Many, many years ago, however…” she looked to her feet, unsure if the confession would be more embarrassing for her than Greysen. “I cannot seem to remember.”

He shifted slightly. “It, ah, it was a very long time ago, my lady—you do not need to apologise, if that is what you are implying.”

“Oh, I’m not,” she said quickly—too quickly before she even managed to stop herself, mortified. But Greysen…

Greysen only snorted—as though the response was exactly what he’d expected. As though it was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

Elain smiled. “It’s just that—everyone’s told me your eyes were blue.”

Greysen stopped moving entirely.

She had never seen—had never felt that kind of stillness. She could have sworn he froze under her touch, those hard muscles in his arm like stone beneath her fingertips.

It was only because of that that she hurried, “If I overstepped in some way—”

Greysen cleared his throat—and just like that, he seemed perfectly fine again. “Not at all, my lady.” He smiled again. “I suppose, under a certain light…” he shrugged. “Or, perhaps,” he added with a wink, “No one has ever looked closely enough.”

Oh. Oh.

“I am glad they were wrong,” Elain admitted.

Greysen angled his head. “Is that so?”

“It is,” she nodded. “Your eyes, they’re, ah…”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Yes, Princess?”

Elain huffed. “Stop that.” Greysen chuckled. “I suppose I just…I’ve never seen such colour before. Like a burning flame—like gold, even. Under a certain light,” she parroted, hoping the joke would distract him from the blooming pink of her cheeks. It was true, though—she couldn’t help it. There was a light behind that sizzling fire—bright and golden and with a warmth that could rival the very sun as Greysen looked at her—looked at her as though he’d never seen her before.

“If I may return the compliment,” he said, leaning down and over her shoulder, so close to Elain now she could practically feel his hot breath on her neck, “Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen.”

Her throat bobbed—and she could have sworn she felt his gaze trail the movement. As if on instinct, Elain turned to him, to where his lips neared the sensitive skin of her neck by an inch. It knocked into her with a crushing force—how much she wanted him to touch her. Not just the brief hold on her waist, clad by layers and layers of heavy fabric, not just the fingers intertwined with her own in a dance—this. Elain wanted to find out if he would taste her as hotly as he had looked at her just now—if his teeth would graze against the shell of her ear ever so slightly, sending that delicious fire down to her core.

Her eyes fluttered shut of their own command—waiting. Offering.

But then, Greysen pulled back.

Just an inch—enough to meet her gaze once more, but right now, it felt like thousands upon thousands of miles for Elain. She needed this, needed to find out if somehow, after losing everything, the world had deemed her worthy enough to give it back.

He extended a hand—as if to press a kiss to her own before they inevitably parted for the night, his tall frame starting to tip in a bow until he levelled with her at last, those eyes still burning as they met hers.

Beautiful.

Elain seized the opportunity.

She had kissed men before—boys, really, back when every noble’s son accompanying his father for a visit at the Manor would become the love of teenage Elain’s life for a day or two. A peck on the cheek, on the lips, sometimes—a heated, if not inexperienced moment of passion in the house’s old closets in her later years, when they would both become brave enough to sneak off during their fathers’ deliberations.

Nothing, though, had ever felt like this.

He was soft—nothing like that hard muscle she had felt rippling beneath his skin. She could sink into him—into his full lips, his steadying arms as they wrapped around her and held on tight. Greysen tasted like sunlight warming an autumn breeze before it whooshed past the smoky woods, and honey—thick and syrupy and sweeter than any fruit she’d ever grown in the gardens beneath them.

It was only that surprising taste that made her halt—that sharpened her senses as she pulled back, mortified. Elain could hardly catch her breath as she looked at Greysen—her fiancé—whom she had just kissed without a care for the rest of the world.

“Lord Greysen,” she breathed, “I’m so—forgive me, I—”

“Elain,” he rasped.

“I didn’t mean to—”

She didn’t get to finish as Greysen crashed his mouth into hers.

Elain didn’t hesitate this time—she threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer, deeper, practically begging him to taste, to take—

He was like a man starved, his lips hungry as they chased her own, his hands moving to cup her rear. Elain was sure she had stopped breathing long ago—she must’ve been dead, on the very cusp of it, to be kissed like this, as if she was air and Greysen had been underwater far too long. Teeth—sharp, surprisingly, a fact Elain simply could not pay any mind right now as she arched into his touch—grazing her bottom lip, he kissed its crescent before moving to her chin, her throat, and sucked the skin ever so slightly.

Elain could only pray no one stood guard at the terrace below.

“Greysen,” she moaned, the name practically obscene as it fell from her tongue.

Greysen stopped. Pulled back—as if she was fire, and he could no longer withstand it.

His eyes were wide as he met her own—as they dipped down to her lips, swollen and throbbing so deliciously she had half the mind to ask him to kiss her again.

“Elain,” he breathed. “Are you—”

His next words were slurred—and Elain frowned. “What—” she tried, but—

Before her, Greysen blurred. Elain blinked—then blinked again, her mind spinning as she tried to sharpen her vision into the man she’d just kissed once more.

He opened his mouth—and sounds reached her, too muffled for her to so much as try to decipher. Elain tried again, tried to speak, to ask him where, exactly, he had learned to kiss so damn good the world swayed from beneath her feet.

But all words, all senses simply…failed her.

The very last thing Elain saw was a flash of gold, leaning over her as though the very sun was putting her to sleep.

And then, everything went black.

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