#however i am kinda glad this was the only request i got because it was also really challenging... i almost forgot to use black

[day-colors]

Palette "Him" & White diamond 🙏

ooh interesting choice, this was fun

[shirefantasies]

I just recently got into LOTR and discovered your blog yesterday night at like 4 am and couldn't stop reading because it gives me the biggest comfort ahhh 🥺🩷🩷 please never stop (ofc only if you're enjoying it), you are an oasis in this LOTR tumblr drought

I wanted to ask, if possible, how you would imagine napping with the Fellowship guys individually would go? How/if they would cuddle you, and their sleeping positions and all? Thank you so much in advance (this is my first time ever sending a request to sb, I hope I did this correctly 🥲)

Yes, you absolutely did! That's such an awesome title 😎 and kinda what I was going for tbh, I felt like I had to be the blog I wanted to see 😂 so glad that resonates with more people! Gurl (in a general-neutral way) I don’t intend to anytime soon, I am enjoying it 😎😆

Napping with the Fellowship

Aragorn

Aragorn is laid clumsily over your form, you having fallen asleep nearly the moment he laid you down and him softly debating joining you before giving into exhaustion whether he liked it or not. When you awake, though, eyes fluttering slowly open, there he is still at your side, gazing at you with a small, private look of love in his eyes. Something pokes you; rolling over, you feel it dart away and quickly realize you’d been crushing poor Strider’s arms the entire time. You apologize of course, but he shakes his head even as he attempts to return blood flow to his arms, chuckling deeply and telling you you needed the rest.

Legolas

Starts off on the other side of the bed from you to be polite. Legolas has his pillow and you have yours. The more sleep takes you, however, the closer both of your bodies inch, one of Legolas's arms falling over you. By the time you awake, he gas been up for a bit- that or he just immediately looks as alert as ever. He is on his side when you first gaze upon him again, one hand beneath you, the other running gently over your hair.

Boromir

Engulfs you in his form as he drifts off, his hands winding around your back and holding the back of your head. Suffocated as you might feel, you know how badly he needs a comforting touch and settle in. A smile creeps onto your lips as his hand runs over your hair. You wake before Boromir does, taking the opportunity to flip over, leaning over to trace the lines of his face. Catching you, Boromir grins, amusement dancing in his blue-green eyes as he tugs you into a kiss.

Gimli

Good fortune if you manage to fall asleep beneath Gimli’s snoring! All jokes aside, the dwarf holds you fast, usually against his chest since he prefers lying on his back, and provides you all the warmth you could want and then some. His head lolls, tickling you with the ends of his beard every now and again before you drift off... When you wake once more, you discover that Gimli has turned onto his side facing you, his eyes fluttering open soon after yours. Some over-the-top sweet nothings escape his lips that have you leaning in to kiss him.

Frodo

Heart practically bursting at the pain in his eyes, you bid, no, demand Frodo try to get some rest and offer to nap alongside him for safety. Reluctant as he looks initially, he agrees and lets you tug him against your body, relaxing ever-so-slightly the moment his back first brushes your chest. As you drowse, you run your hand over his head, letting your fingers tangle in his curls and scratching his scalp lightly. Leaning forward, you see his lips curve upward in contentment and break out in a smile of your own. The last sensation you remember before falling asleep his Frodo's hand grasping yours...

Sam

Prefers laying on his back, flushing as you fall on top of him like a blanket. Sam is all smiles as your hands hold his sides, your noses brushing as you lean down for a kiss. Jokes abound that you’ll never fall asleep like that, but somehow in the haze of it all you find yourself waking again and pressing kisses to Sam’s lips before his own eyes open. Once again, he’s all smiles, glancing down at the way your hand is tracing patterns on his chest, stopping only when he holds it.

Merry

A perfect excuse to snake his hands across your waist and nuzzle into your neck, he thinks! He may even act sleepy just as an excuse to cuddle. In the end, though, the both of you do fall asleep that way, tightly wound against each other. Waking up is serendipitous, always simultaneous as your eyelashes flutter to reveal you staring blearily into each other’s eyes, smiles creeping across your lips.

Pippin

You’ve been cuddled up together long before either one of you falls asleep. He lays facing you, arms thrown over your shoulders and legs tangled together, breathing and heartbeats in sync. No excuse was needed for a nap, both of your eyelids fluttering shut amidst the warmth and joy. Such is how you drift off into a slumber, but when you awake, Pippin's head has fallen back onto yours, weighing it down and keeping you pinned there half beneath him. You can only complain so much, though, upon seeing the serene expression across Pippin's sleeping face.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

*rolls this over to you for Consideration* Probably gonna make a post on this later but personal headcanon that Vergil and Dante would both be really good at dance in an AU, or even in canon (they do it for fun), just because of how physically demanding it is. Dante I could see having the most fun with it, but Vergil I feel like could be good too. Probably better at keeping up with the rhythm and showing his partner off than Dante, but probably hates being the center of attention himself. Especially if it involves emotional stuff. (That and because Vergil knowing how to tango is just 👀 I would like to see it 👀 Would also like to see him get flustered and blush while dancing with somebody he's got a crush on, just because it'd be cute 💙)

AH OKAY, SO I ACTUALLY HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS (because I've read quite a few one-shots that involve dancing with the Sparda babs) AND I AM GLAD YOU MENTIONED IT!

All underlined things are links to videos of the dance(s) that I referenced in my research lol Forgive the pixelated quality of some of these, they can get kinda old lmao

So, for starters: I think that all of the Sparda-bloodline would have been/are good dancers, some more than others. All of them are talented swordsmen and fighters which in and of itself is a type of dance. All of their heights might be an issue, however. As someone who is a very tall 5' 2" the fact that they are all over 6' tall would make dancing hard.

Sparda would've been the best of the four and he would've had the most knowledge on it. I feel like he would've been alive for long enough that he was able to watch humans throughout the years, learning lots of things... including dance. I feel like he and Eva would've danced a lot. As to what he would've done the best? Sparda would've been very good at all of it (since he's been alive so damned long) however I could see Eva just being into Rumba or something like a (very unprofessional) Argentine Tango--just because it would've been fun for Eva to do with her husband.

Vergil would be the next best dancer--at least, with traditional dances. He would've learned from Sparda when he was young, per the request of his mother. Vergil used to sneak downstairs late at night to see his parents dance and would mimic them, using an invisible partner, so she wanted to have Sparda teach him (because Vergil is interrupting Mommy and Daddy's time alone together lmao). He'd be good at things like the Foxtrot and Ballroom Tango. Anything fast he is amazing at while anything slow is a little harder for him. He tends to like moving around a lot and doing fancy twists or dips. However, he knows a lot of slow dances too. Vergil would also be very into single-person dances when in private; the first thing that came to my mind was Flamenco dancing. Just imagine getting Vergil either so ungodly drunk that he busts this out or challenging him--if you tell him he can't do something, he will do so just to prove you wrong. This blue devil would be really hard to learn from, he's bad at explaining himself, so you'd have to learn by yourself. It isn't anything against you, Vergil just sucks at teaching and he knows it. Vergil would 100% dance with you in private. It is an excuse to show off--and to get nice and close to you. The idea of him just coming up and nonchalantly asking to dance makes my heart just fucKING MELT. If you gave him the same treatment, he'd die on the spot. The stoned-face devil is a romantic at heart so his lover putting on a record (or CD if you aren't into vinyl) and asking to dance, just warms his cold heart. (This all applies to V as well--the only thing that's different is that V is better with slow dances since he can't move very well, to begin with.)

Dante and Nero would be on even grounds as to who is the better dancer.

I'm gonna start with Dante because he's older. Dante would be very good at just winging shit--the Dr. Faust scene is a great example, he didn't make it up but he just pulled it out of nowhere. If we want to talk traditional dances, Dante would be good at things that are fast--like the Salsa (I was thinking specifically Salsa Caleña), Balboa (pure or swing), Quickstep, and Merengue. He would be the most lax about his partner not knowing what the hell is going on and would be the easiest to learn from. As long as you and him are having fun he doesn't care how bad either of you are at it--or if you step on his feet the entire time, he just wants to see you smile. Dante would also be the only one out of the four to dance without an issue, like in a public or bar setting.

Nero would be an odd dancer. He's got the gumption and is able to keep rhythm pretty well, however, he just doesn't know any "traditional" dances. He'd just make it up as he'd go. His dancing would be relatively "aggressive" and he'd move you around a ton. Add that with his "wings" then you'd best hope you don't end up motion sick. Dante (eventually) teaches him some stuff so Nero would end up knowing Quickstep and Balboa (pure and swing). Nero would 100% get carried away in the heat of the moment and do little cutesy dances in excitement (nothing super intricate, just little wiggly movement-type stuff). He'd also be into just quietly slow dancing with you at home, holding you close, and just rocking with you. Just like his father, if you were to ask him to dance, he'd die on the spot. He is also the only one of the four that wouldn't mind you leading the dance instead of him.

I'd like to hear anyone else thoughts on this! If there are any dances that I didn't mention that y'all think might fit, please let me know. I might've been in theatre and was a performer, but I know absolutely dick-diddly about dancing; I was born with two left hands for feet, if that helps make sense of things lmao

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

[hockeylovee12]

Thanks Man-Luke Hughes

A/N: this was inspired by a few posts I saw on tumblr and they words just kinda came out. This is unedited and I did write it in one sitting so I apologize for any errors and hopefully it makes sense. I think it’s kinda funny and I hope others do as well! This is the first story I am posting on Tumblr so please be kind I am a little on the younger side so my writing skills are not fantastic I do it simply because I enjoy it I will take criticism if you have some just please be respectful about it and my requests box is always open if you have any requests or questions please feel free to ask! Hope you enjoy!! Also all images are from Pinterest

Summary: After a 5-4 home win against the Seattle Krakens 20 year old New Jersey Devils defenseman Luke Hughes decides to go to a bar to celebrate and meets a girl who he decides to bring back to his apartment only to find his big brother and roommate is there.

November 7th 2023

“My apartments on the 4th floor” Luke Hughes says as he and the girl whose name is Chloe step into the elevator of Lukes apartment complex

The pair met roughly two hours ago at a local bar called Charlie’s and the two hit it off after a couple of drinks the pair decided to head back to Lukes apartment to get to know each other a little better.

As the two exit the elevator and walk down the hall to Lukes apartment he fumbles taking out his keys and unlocking the door.

Chloe smiles at this and finally Luke unlocks the door and the two step inside.

“Hey Lukey” a voice says from the living room

“Who’s that?” Chloe asks Luke rolls his eyes before responding

“It’s just my brother he’s my roommate don’t mind him though my rooms right through here”

The pair walk towards the living room and try to make their exit towards Lukes bedroom but before the can Lukes brother spots them

“Who’s this?” Jack asks

“Hi I’m Chloe”

“Nice to meet you I’m Jack”

“Glad you guys got to meet now if you’ll excuse us” Luke says trying to get to his room with Chloe before anymore questioning are asked to which he is unsuccessful

“Where did you guys meet?” Jack asks

“We meet at Charlie’s” Luke says vaguely and attempts to make another escape

“Where are you guys going?” Jack questions

“Uh to my room” Luke answers

“What are you guys gonna do?” Jack asks clearly a bit clueless at the fact that his younger brother could actually have game

Chloe let’s out a small laugh finding the situation a little bit comical however Luke on the other hand finds it incredibly embarrassing.

“We’re just gonna hang out” Luke says not about to admit to his somewhat protective brother that he brought a girl home to sleep with her

“Well you guys are free to hang out out here I was just gonna put a movie on. Chloe do you have a favorite type of movie?” Jack asks inviting the two to take a seat on the couch opposite of him

Chloe looks at Luke and no longer sees the guy she thought was super attractive and ready to jump his bones guy but instead sees a guy who would make a good friend.

Chloe is the first to sit down

“I like comedies” Chloe says

Luke is mentally kicking himself over and over again

“Come on Luke let’s watch a movie” Chloe encourages Luke sighs and takes a seat next to her and the three look for a comedy movie to watch.

After about 10 minutes of multiple no’s they finally settle on Murder Mystery and hit play.

Jack gets up to make popcorn and the three spend the next couple of hours watching comedy movies, eating popcorn and laughing.

Around 2 am Chloe announces that it is time for her to get home. Luke offers to walk her out as she calls a cab.

Once the apartment door is shut leaving Chloe and Luke in the hallway Luke begins to apologize

“Don’t that was actually really fun Luke you’re a great friend and we should definitely do this again sometime!” Chloe says then gives Luke a kiss on the cheek and walks herself to the elevator.

A frustrated Luke walks back into the apartment and sees Jack cleaning up

“Dude!” Luke says

“She seems like a really nice girl and funny too” Jack says

“She just friend zoned me and I don’t blame her because we came back her to sleep together not watch Adam Sandler for 3 hours” Luke half yells at his brother. Jacks face drops now realizing his intend

“Ohhh shit I’m sorry I I didn’t know I thought you just made a friend” Jack says

“How many girls do you meet at bars and then bring home to watch movies with!” Luke says

“Well-” Jack starts to say

“None!” Luke answers for him

“Dude you totally cockblocked me” Luke says

“I’m sorry but in my defense you never bring girls home!” Jack says

“Ya I never brought girls home to mom and dads house because this exact thing would probably happen only it would be even more embarrassing if that’s possible because we would be watching movies with mom and dad” Luke says

“God you are so annoying!” Luke says

“Hey I’m sorry I’ll try not to do it again but at the same time dude it’s been a while since we lived together so clearly a lots changed I mean now you’re going to bars and bringing girls home which by the way your not old enough to drink?”

“I have a fake id” Luke says

“Really when did you get a fake ID?” Jack asks genuinely surprised even though it wasn’t that long ago he had to use a fake.

“You’re changing the subject” Luke criticizes

“Ok ok I’m sorry you can just text me the next time you’re bringing someone over and I’ll stay out of it okay”

“Yes thank you”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

So im the anon who asked when you'll publish again cuz I missed it and I just wanna say sorry im so late but i jus saw ur post. BESTIE i dont even know where to begin. so first im gonna say i just read the new fermin fic and it was INCREDIBLE. SO CUTE. AND I LOVED IT. second, i want to give you my complete understanding. of course im not a writer but it takes very little empathy to understand why a lack of engagement would make you demotivated to write. im so sorry and im sure others here too that we dont give u the appreciation u deserve. for me personally, its the fact that im afraid to come off on anon and comment with my account, but i realize even i can give feedback through anon. whenever you are ready to come back, even sporadically, i will talk to u more here because u deserve to hear what we think of the fics u so cutely write for us to enjoy. let me just tell you for now that i have never found someone that does non smut in such a mature way. i cant even explain what i am thinking so bare with me i hope you get this. often i just want to read reality and what a real relationship with these boys are like. that's the stuff that makes me kick my feet and giggle fr. but you are one of the only ones that can do that in a way which is perfectly descriptive and realistic. your fic with Gavi for the fight after he waves a sandwich in your face??? BBG. i cant believe i never told u how much i loved that detail. of course it was a shit thing for his character to do but that is the kind of stuff that realistically happens in a relationship fight and leads to a silent treatment and argument -> discussion -> solution like in ur fic. i was reading it with my mouth covered like damn she got it JUST RIGHT. i legit read ur fics over and over they are so SO good and SO well crafted. i really feel like i am in these stories. and i know it wasn't your intent so please dont feel bad for your well deserved post to my anon note, but i feel so embarrassed that i never gave u the credit u deserve. please dont look at this anon and let it pressure u into writing again because that is nowhere near my intention. i just want to say take your time, relax and also GET READY. cz im gonna talk to u more and more like i should and all ur followers should. te queremos!!!!!!!!!!! i even learned some slang from ur culture clash fics

Hello dear anon! I hope you're doing great! :) First of all, I'm truly glad you liked the fermín fic and thank you for taking your time to write this lovely message, it means a lot💖

Thank you for also understanding my point of view, I don't really want to come off as rude or ungrateful, that's not my intention and it will never be. It's just really hard to come, write for hours, wanting to do something enjoyable for others and not get any feedback (I know it is not mandatory but it would be very nice for me and I can take constructive criticism to improve in new writings), but it's also something that it's going to the point where I reblog any ask game or tell you guys that I'm bored and wanna chat with any of you and only two or three asks pop up in my inbox (And I don't even know if those two-three asks are from the same person😭🤷🏻‍♀️) however when I post that my requests are open, I can assure you that my inbox can be 0 but once I come back +20 asks are in there and it makes me kinda feel like I'm just here to write. write. write. write and write😭

I also understand you, if I wasn't a writer here I would also go to my favorite writers inbox and tell them my thoughts as anon but like you said you're writing on anon, which means I don't know your account (or anyone who writes on anon) you could be also commenting on my post/reblogging/etc and I wouldn't even know it's you! Either way I respect that🙏🏻and I appreciate the fact you'll be on my inbox more often either if it's to rant about your day, talk about a fic or anything, even if I'm not as active with writing as I used to be, you can still sent me an ask and I will gladly answer you!🌻✨

I try my best to do the fics as realistic as possible, obviously I don't know the guys (sadly😭) but I try my best to imagine how they can be outside the pitch and insert that into a real life couple with ups and downs but gurrrllll you even made me go back and read the sandwich fic 😂lol. Anywho, I'm really glad you like my fics and go back to read them again when I'm away for a bit. Slang🇻🇪 is very chevere, hopefully I get to do once again Latina!reader😌 Once again thank you for your message and once more I don't want to be rude or ungrateful. 💜 yu guys too, hope you're having a great day/evening/night!

[justyouraverageotaku]

The Sins Reaction To COVID 19

Request by: @tounge-twist-nezushi

Meliodas

😷 Meliodas is around 3,000 years old he’s definitely seen some major plagues. 😷

😷You’d expect that to mean that he would be more calm when something like this happens, but nope. 😷

😷He’s extremely worried. 😷

😷He started to do things like socially distance as soon as it starts to blow up. 😷

😷At one point he closes the Boar Hat and has to rely on his savings only. 😷

😷Gets really scared when any of the sins get sick. 😷

😷Doesn’t even hesitate to take them to Merlin or a doctor. 😷

😷Not gonna lie, he definitely becomes a hoarder. 😷

😷All the while he tries to play it off like he’s unconcerned. “I’m not particularly worried.” “Meliodas you just ran to get Merlin because Elizabeth sneezed.” 😷

Diane

😷Honestly, she’s doing pretty well. 😷

😷Yeah, she’s really worried but she takes it in stride. 😷

😷Starts learning to cook and bake from Ban. 😷

😷First thing she learns to cook is pork.😷

😷Creates a schedule for “feel good” exercise like yoga and stuff. 😷

😷Practices yoga alot. 😷

😷Very obedient of mandates and stuff. 😷

😷She stays small a lot more. However, she actually starts to like the fact she’s a giant due to the fact she practices a lot of self-reflection and healing. 😷

😷Stays with King in the Fairy Kings Forest during the worst of the pandemic because fairies can’t get sick so it helps decrease the chances of getting sick. 😷

Ban

😷Assumes he can’t get sick because he’s immortal. (Yes I know he loses his immortality but I am not bound by the rules of canon.) Long story short he gets sick. 😷

😷Only then does he start actually listening to guidelines. 😷

😷He feels bad because he genuinely didn’t mean any harm. He just kinda assumed because his body regenerates so fast. 😷

😷Also feels bad for panicking poor Meliodas. 😷

😷Meliodas insists he wasn’t worried tho.😷

😷The most intense pillow fights between him and Meliodas you have ever seen. 😷

😷They use pillows to avoid repeats of “the day.” 😷

😷”The day” was when they both got so feral from being cooped up that they caused mass destruction to the Boar Hat. Merlin had to help them clean up and banned swords, fire, arm wrestling, ect. in the living room. 😷

😷Bolts to the nearest store to buy/steal all the hand sanitizer and toilet paper with Meliodas. Not because he’s worried about the shortage, oh no, because he wants to sell it at double/triple the price later on when there’s a shortage. He plays by stealing and selling it like stock. 😷

King

😷Can’t get sick (at least canonically). 😷

😷If he does get sick (alternate au) he’ll probably deny it. 😷

😷He’s a worrier. 😷

😷But he’s also glad because he has an excuse to stay inside more. 😷

😷He literally hibernates so much in quarantine. He wants Diane to cuddle all the time but she’s too energetic for that. 😷

😷Randomly dips to the Fairy King’s Forest (with Diane). 😷

😷Wears a mask even when he doesn’t have to because he’s worried about transferring it. 😷

😷More inclined to try herbal medicine over other medications because he’s a fairy and knows herbs well. 😷

😷Mentions a good flower in passing and gets interrogated by Merlin because it’s a flower that’s only in the Fairy King’s Forest. 😷

Gowther

😷If he has no emotions he’s completely unbothered, and only wears masks because they compliment his outfit and add an accessory. 😷

😷If he has emotions he’s panicking more than Meliodas because Nadja got sick and she died!!! 😷

😷Reads outloud to calm down himself and others. 😷

😷Probably helps Merlin with her research. 😷

😷Likes to watch Ban and Meliodas’s pillow fights. 😷

😷He has a love hate relationship with quarantine tho. 😷

😷On the plus side it’s socially acceptable to stay inside and read all day. 😷

😷On the downside he can’t people watch random places. And he loves people watching. 😷

😷Honestly tho? He probably goes shopping in the middle of it for clothes. He’s sad though because not many people are there and he can’t look at all the outfits and pose to show his. 😷

Merlin

😷Fascinated. 😷

😷How does it work? Why is it spreading so fast? What kills it? 😷

😷Volunteers to take care of everyone who gets sick. 😷

😷Probably more interested in the disease than the person tho. 😷

😷That’s not to say the person doesn’t get taken care of properly tho. She takes really good care of anyone sick and they get better really fast. 😷

😷Had full understanding of the disease, and rolled out a vaccine and cure in a week. 😷

😷With all those fake cures that went around at one point she probably was accused of fraud. 😷

😷Until people start getting better. She doesn’t refer to them as patients she’s taking care of, but as experiments btw. 😷

😷Her existence comforts Meliodas, simply because she keep making stuff to help sick people. 😷

Escanor

😷This poor man catches every illness at nighttime. 😷

😷In the day time he has a really strong immune system and his temperature can get so high it destroys all illness in him immediately. 😷

😷Helps with Merlin’s research because he’s a simp. 😷

😷Most of the times it’s literally getting her coffee and stuff tho. 😷

😷Let’s Merlin inject him with the virus. 😷

😷That sounds horrible but it’s done VERY carefully. 😷

😷It immediately gets killed during the day and Merlin can study him during the time he has it to see the very initial signs. 😷

😷Escanor also ends up with a lot of antibodies from it and barely catches it eventually. 😷

😷This doesn’t upset Merlin tho because now she can study the antibodies. It helps a lot with creating better vaccines and cures. 😷

[fasa-umich]

Justine Coteng, FASA's 2022 - 2023 Secretary

1: deez nuts

Hi slays 😌 I can’t believe I have reached the end of my time as FASA secretary - it feels like it was only yesterday that I stepped into Palmer Boardroom 5 for the first time 😋

me and alyssa being the first two people at the board transition meeting because everyone else was late getting food

Before I get into the details of being a board member, I’ll talk about joining FASA in general. I became a member in the Fall of 2021 when I was a sophomore (for the first time lol). It all began when I attended Festifall and frantically searched for a “Filipino club.” After I snatched up the free goodies at the Snackpass table, I made my way over to the section of the Diag that was lined with cultural orgs. It took me about 5 minutes to squeeze my way through the mass of people, but I eventually saw someone waving the Philippine flag. A lot was going on and I was pretty overwhelmed, so I honestly don’t remember who I saw or spoke to. All I know is that I was excited to find out that there was an actual student org for Filipino students! 

the picture I took after I walked away from the FASA table at Festifall (why did I call it the filipino club bye)

To be honest, I wasn’t super involved during my first semester of FASA. I attended events once every couple of months, but it wasn’t until PCN committees that I actually started committing (get it? because committees 😀) to our organization. For those few months leading up to PCN, I got to see how passionate our members are about our culture. It was seeing that passion that encouraged me to be more involved with FASA - I knew I wanted to be part of a group that genuinely loves its culture and the people within it.

figure 3: the first existing pictures of me and christian at pcn committee meeting <3 

2: wakanda forever

Fast forward a few months, I decided to run for E-board! The two people that I want to give credit for encouraging me are Emily Madlambayan and Amanda Sutherby. Hearing both of you tell me that I’d be a great fit for board played a huge role in my decision to send in an application, so thank you for supporting me :’)

I was pretty nervous to give my speech during elections. Even though I felt like I knew a good amount of people in FASA, I still didn’t really know the other people running for board. It was a bit intimidating to see that a lot of the other candidates had spent a few months together as interns while I was coming in as a silly little non-intern. However, I’m so glad that I didn’t let my nerves deter me from running. I can’t imagine not having my booty gals by my side!

first board pic!

Throughout this last year of being on E-board, there have been a lot of ups and a few downs.

Ups 😄:

Memories

So many fun times! Here are a few favs of mine:

Tinik on the Diag: I didn’t think I would be able to do Tinik, but honestly I kinda slayed

Halo-Halloween: ya’ll remember those two tacos? (hi catrina)

FASAxPASS Tailgate: I just want to thank Celeste for grilling it UP that day 😮‍💨

Fishing & Unionizing: the weeks that I decided to study with FASA friends were the weeks that I got absolutely nothing done… but it was worth it!

All I Ask… Choir Kids edition

me & meedja milly at fasaxpass tailgate <3

Friends: I have gotten so much closer to people that I don’t think I would’ve gotten close to. It’s hard not to form friendships with people you see all the time, but it’s even harder not to bond with people when everyone is so dope!! I am truly so grateful for the friends I’ve made on board - I don’t think I would’ve made it through the trenches without you all :’)

Growth: Being on E-board taught me so many things, both related and unrelated to FASA. It’s obviously super interesting to see the behind-the-scenes of a student organization, but I also appreciate the growth that came out of sticky situations. For instance, I had to be okay with last-minute changes, denied requests, and miscommunications. Although these things were frustrating in the moment, I ended up learning how to handle those types of situations so that I can slay them in the future!

Downs 😔:

Emmanuel: iykyk

Booking practice rooms in East Quad:🧍🏻‍♀

Burnout: Board burnout is so real. When an E-board is made up of people that truly want to provide the best experience for other members, it’s hard not to reach a point of burnout. It really does take a lot of energy to create and plan out events every week or two! Future boardies, please remind yourselves often that you have a whole group of people that are willing to support you if you need anything. You don’t need to take on too much by yourself - and you shouldn’t, as it will only lead to more stress!

how to cure boardie girl burnout = go hub tubbin

3: slay

I feel like this testimonial has been super chaotic whoops so let me wrap it up😎

To the 2023-2024 executive board: 

I am so excited to see what you all do with FASA! You are all capable of so much - I already know that you’re gonna make this another amazing year for everyone in this org. As I talked about before, burnout is real so please take care of yourselves! 

This year is going to go by so much faster than you think. Enjoy every moment you spend with your fellow boardies, even when you aren’t feeling 100% up to it. By the end of the next year, you’re not gonna believe it’s over (I still don’t!). 

To the next secretary:

hi slay <3 We can talk all about the logistics of what it means to be secretary, but the one thing I really want to emphasize is that your role is vital to the success of the rest of board! There were times when I felt like I wasn’t doing enough or I was ~useless~ because I wasn’t responsible for planning any events while my fellow boardies were slaying with all of their creative ideas. However, having a different role from the rest of board does not mean that your position is less important. Give yourself grace and try to remind yourself of the uniqueness of your role and what it brings to the table! 

To the 2022-2023 executive board: 

I’m so thankful to have been on board with each of you. Thank you for all of the laughs and support throughout this last year. Having to transition to the nursing program (yuck) at the same time as becoming part of FASA board was more difficult than I thought it would be, but I managed to get through it because I knew I could turn to any of you if I felt overwhelmed about anything. The time we spent on board together is something that I will always look back fondly on. So much love 🫶🏼

we definitely didn’t forget caitlin at first…

To FASA:

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore my culture alongside some of the most genuine, fun, amazing people I know. Being a part of FASA has been one of the best parts of my college experience, and I know that my time as a member will have a lasting impact on me even after I graduate <3

To the person reading this right now:

ur mom

[unch4rtedwxters]

ty for the tag :)

started writing

i think i first started writing in... 4th or 5th grade? on my old school's account i wrote the world's worst pjo fanfiction – it was maybe like ten pages long and genuinely TERRIBLE. however, i lost access to it after i moved away in the middle of fifth grade :/ i remember being really sad and i still am now – mostly bc i can't do one of those things i did with my other fifth grade story that got way more notes than i expected lol

started blogging

i made my blog in april of last year but didn't really start using it till after school was over that year i believe. it's really fun on here and i'm so glad i made my blog :D

followers

currently i have 186 followers :DD i'm so glad almost two hundred people looked at my blog and said "hey this person's pretty cool :)!!" i'm so grateful for each and every one of you <33

communication

personally, i struggle with talking to my mutuals bc you all are so cool and ✨anxiety✨ *sigh*. i only have my dms on for ppl i follow so basically! mutuals! y'all have to contact me first because the day i talk to one of you first will be a miracle!! my asks are always open too so if you don't like to use dms or whatever go there :)

likes

i may be biased bc i have an art blog, but likes are not my favorite. i don't mind getting them – really! keep liking my posts! but reblogs definitely do more for me. again – i do appreciate your likes!!!

requests

i don't really write for fandoms so i guess there isn't really anything people normally request for but requests are open! if you have any ideas for me to put my ocs in go ahead!! drop them in my asks!!!

writing

i love writing!! i think my favorite part is being able to come up with characters and universes for them and being able to almost bring them to reality :3

works i'm proud of

the only real series i have on here is my charlatteo universe (i need to come up with a name for them lmao) oneshots and i'm so proud of them! i just decided one day to write some oneshots for ocs i made up to get out of writer's block and they worked so well that now they aren't a "get nyota out of writer's block" series (i mean they kinda still are but whatever) but a legitimate series :D

open tags!!

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[rainbow--panic]

Human!animatronics x reader

Pairings:human!Animatronics x reader

Warnings:none/may have a tendency to use she/her towards reader

Hey guys, so i finally was able to get at of writers block and decided "hey, would it be fun to do a human! animatronics x reader scenario series" so please request future scenarious!

The list of animatronics include:GR Freddy,GR Chica,Montgomery gator, roxanne wolf, sundrop/moondrop, GR Foxy, GR Bonnie, and DJMM

as for the designs of all of them, please picture them however you like, i suck at drawing humans so im not even going to try lol

enjoy my five pages of introductory

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Life at the pizza plex was rarely ever slow, you were told to always be aware of your surroundings. Today was your first day, you were a mechanic, you were also an on-call janitor and on-call security guard. Multitasking was kinda your thing so you had experience in all required jobs at the pizza plex, that also included working in any food departments, but you were told that you’d probably work with food so they wouldn’t mark you as an on-call chef.

As far as you knew you would only be working days, but your schedule was going to be changed around once you “Show initiative and were able to handle the difficult terrain of the job” as one of your higher ups had said. In all actuality what they said was “When you start getting used to working in the day when everyone is here you will be working at night when no one is around”. The job was paying high though so you didn’t mind entirely.

You weren’t familiar at all with the pizza plex, all you knew was that the lead singer was a guy by the name of Freddy fazbear. From rumors you heard, no one would work at the plex because of some missing kids incidents there a while back. It was said that the place was haunted by all the missing kids, but in all honesty that only intrigued you more.

You were told to show up to the pizza plex early, so there you were walking into the plex you were greeted by one of the day shift security guards. “Heyo, you must be (Y/N), my name is Doug, i'm here to show ya around this place, but fair warning” he said as he deadpanned, you felt a chill go up your spine. Doug pointed the flashlight up to his face “This place is huge, if you get lost you may never get out. Ooooooooo~” he taunted as he waved his fingers. For a moment you looked at him before you both cracked up laughing.

“Apologies, the opportunity was too good to pass up.” Doug stated as he wiped a tear from his eye. “Your good, you actually scared me there for a minute.” Doug apologized again and then beckoned for you to follow him. “Before i give you the gand tour of the place, we have to go to rockstar row, thats where all the hot shots are!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Hot shots? Do you mean the fazbear gang?” you asked. “Yes! Freddy,chica, and the two newbies roxanne and monty, which might i say they have to be the cats meow, so talented.”

On your way to rockstar row you spoke with doug, he seemed very friendly, you liked doug. After a long walk you made it to rockstar row. “Wowie doug, you weren’t lying, this place is big.” He laughed. “Oh honey we barely covered any ground!” You sighed, worried about how far you would be walking everyday. “Now we are ganna be going to each of their rooms, they know we are coming and you’ll probably be seeing them get ready for the day, putin on makeup and clothes and all that goodness.”

The first door y'all came up on was Freddy Fazbears. Doug knocked and called out “Freddy, are you decent?” It was silent for a moment when a voice called back. “Yes I am, you may enter.” Doug pressed his pass on the button and the door slid open. “Heya freddy! I got the newbie here with me, say hi to (Y/N)” you walked bashfully behind doug. Freddy got up, he was already all dressed with makeup covering his face, he walked up to you and shook your hand. “(Y/N), what a lovely name, Im freddy, im so glad you’ll be joining the crew!” he said happily.You blushed lightly “Its good to meet you too Mr.Fazbear” he smiled sweetly to you. “Please, call me freddy.”

“Yes sir, freddy.” Doug elbowed you and smiled at you. “Well they gotta meet the rest freddy, i'm sure you’ll meet again.” You said your goodbyes to freddy and walked out with doug. “He’s quite the sweet talker, eh?” he said as he elbowed you again, causing you to laugh awkwardly, agreeing with him.Next was one of the newbies, Roxanne. Again doug knocked and asked if she was decent.

The door opened and there stood Roxanne, she looks happy. “Heya doug, do you have the new member with you?” she looked over to you and smiled happily. “Hello, you must be the newbie! My name is Roxanne, but please call me Roxy, whats your name?” You couldn’t help match her excitable energy. “Im (Y/N)! Nice to meet you roxy!” Overall Roxy seemed really friendly even though your time with her was short. Doug yet again excused the both of you so you would have enough time to meet everyone else.

Next up was montgomery gator, the newfound ‘bad boy’ of the group. “Now (Y/N) i am aware that you might have heard some stories about Monty, but how he will acts will surprise you.” You felt a twist in your gut, was this going to be a good surprise or bad surprise? Guess you were going to find out. Doug does his knock and call and a voice answers that y'all could enter. Upon entering the room the first thing you notice is some golf clubs by the door, a whole bag of them. Doug talks to Monty and then introduces you. “And this is (Y/N)” he gestures to you, but you were busy looking at all the golf stuff in his room.

“Ehem” doug clears his throat to get your attention. You quickly turn to look at Montgomery. “Oh sorry, uh hi im (Y/N), its nice to meet you montgomery!” you smile at him. Montgomery really did look like what you envisioned him to look like, he looked like the type of boy fathers would warn their daughters not to hang out with. Montgomery blushed and turned his eyes somewhere else. “Its a pleasure to meet you (Y/N), and please call me Monty, you are very pretty, perhaps we can play golf sometimes?”

You were both flustered and confused. For one he looked like such a baddie but yet he played golf of all things? And you didn’t expect him to be so direct. “Oh yeah sure that sounds fun.” You answered quickly. Doug escorted you out so that you could meet chica. “Not what you expected, huh?” You looked at doug. “He plays golf? Of all things, golf?” Doug laughed at your surprised expression. “I know, he looks like he would rather start a bar fight the play golf.”

The final room was chicas. Doug couldn’t even knock before chica opened the door and practically jumped on you and picked you up. “Oh wowie you must be the newbie, (Y/N) right? I heard doug introduce you to the others through the vents. Oh its so nice to meet you im so excited to have you here! You’ll fit in just fine here!” she continued to ramble on and on about how much you would love it there and how on yalls time off you could hang out and grab pizza. Doug tapped Chica's shoulder. “Sorry for interrupting you, but i still have to show them around the plex and introduce them to the others chica.” Doug said. Chica put you down and told you she could wait to hang out with you. “You ok there?” asked doug. “Bit overwhelmed but i'll manage.” Doug laughed again. “Well if you like chica, you’ll love sun, but first i gotta show you around the rest of the first floor.” Doug informed.

Doug took you to a few gift shops, concession stands and the lot. “Oh that's right.” doug said as he reached into his pocket and handed you something. “This is your new security pass, it will let you into anywhere you need to go, but not everywhere you want to go.” he stated. “What do you mean ‘want’?” you asked. Doug informed you that you will only be entering areas in which the pizza plex needs you to enter, everywhere else is pretty much off limits. You nod your head, that makes you wonder what you’ll see.

Doug leads you up some stairs and then through the ‘Superstar Daycare’ doors. Walking down the hallway your legs began to hurt from all the walking, but you didn’t say that to doug, he’s probably use to the walking. Doug proceeds to walk you down another flight of stairs after the log hallway, at this point you're internally screaming. You both stop at a large door, doug opends both the doors. “I'm sure sunny won't mind me opening the doors since the daycare is going to open soon anyways.”

Doug called out for sun. You both look up to a room located above a ball bit. There's a man up there and you both see him jump off. “Oh my god” you say under your breath. “Don’t worry, that's his thing.” Doug reassures you. Sun pops out of the ball pit and makes his way to the both of you. “Oh hoo hoo! A new friend! You must be the new security guard, im sun, what's your name?” Man sun was taller up close, the tallest person you've seen so far had to be monty, who was around 6 ft tall, but sun had to have at least a foot and a half over him.

“(Y/N), it's nice to meet you!” you say cheerfully. He shakes your hand, “Please, call me sunny, everyone else does!” he smiled. “Sunny, she's going to have to meet moon as well,” Doug said to him. Sun smiled happily. “Should I get the lights?” Sunny asked. “Nah, I'll get 'em.” Doug answered. “Oh who’s moon? Is he sensitive to the lights?” you asked. Sunny thought for a moment before replying “Kinda.”

You looked at Doug, he had just got to the lights and turned them off. It took you a minute to adjust your eyes. “Wow, it gets really dark in here.” you state. “Yes, its to help the children sleep during naptime,” said a raspy voice. The voice was coming from where sunny was standing previously. “Uh sun?” you asked as you looked at him.

Instead of sun, there was a man of matching height where sun was, he was smiling at you and took your hand. “It's so nice to meet you (Y/N), I'm moon, I only come out when the lights are off, sunny however stays only when lights are on.” he explained to you. “Oh, ok, that doesn't make complete sense but it's nice to meet you regardless, moon.” he smiles. “Hopefully next time we meet our chat could be longer.” Doug yells out that the lights are coming back on. Moon bids his farewell and kisses your hand before the lights came back on, blinding you momentarily.

When your eyes adjusted, sunny was back where he originally stood. Confusion plastered your face. “What happened to moon?” you asked sunny. “Its like he told you, he only comes out when the lights are off.” ‘That didn't make any sense’ you thought to yourself. Doug practically drug you out of the daycare, saying goodbye to sunny. “I still have the other floors to show you around the other floors and I have a few more people to introduce you to.” Doug told you.

Dough eventually escorted you into the elevator and began to explain the levels to you. “So level 1-3 is all located in the same…area, if you will. Don’t get confused by the word ‘level’ just thing of it instead as ‘floor’, theres three floors in total, floor one has the main stages, floor two is known for roxys raceway, and floor three is known for bonnie bowl.” you nodded along with him. He told you about the utility tunnels that led everywhere. “Wow this place is huge, I hope I'm able to find my way around.” You were starting to think the money wasn’t worth it.

“Wait until we get to the fourth level and meet the dj.” you looked at him in shock. “There's a fourth floor?” you practically yelled. Doug broke out in laughter. When the door finally opened Doug showed you around. To save on time he didn’t take you in most of the places. ON the first floor he took you into an area called kids cove. It was a pirate themed play place for kids. Essentially it was just a big playground for kids to run around and play.

You heard footsteps and turned, looking down a hallway you saw an attractive, rugged looking man. “Just the pirate I was looking for,” said doug. “Avast, ya scalliwags best have a good reason for botherin a hard working pirate, like myself.” He said jokingly. “Foxy, this is (Y/N), they will be the new security guard here.” Doug tells him. Foxy looks you up and down. “Nice to meet ye (Y/N), I be the captain around these parts.” He reaches out his left hand, which causes you to look at his right as you reach your left hand to shake it.

You noticed his other hand was a hook. You must have stared for a minute because foxy said “I can switch between a hand and a hook,I only have the hook on when im workin” he stated. You blush and apologize for staring at it. He told you he was used to it so it didn’t bother him, he then excused himself because he still had some stuff to do before the plex opened up. Doug led you around the second floor and then up to the third floor, taking the steps all the way up.

“Sore yet?” Doug asked jokingly. You smiled but he was right, you didn’t know how you were going to maintain working here. “Pro tip-” he began. “Never skip leg day at your gym” he laughed to himself. He walked you to bonnie bowl. It was also huge on the inside, at first you thought it was just another arcade. The deeper you went you realized it was a bowling alley. Doug led you to a little dining area beside the alley way and he called out for someone named ‘Bonnie’.

Upon hearing their name, a nice looking man walked out from a door behind the dining area. He greeted Doug with a hug and asked who you were. Doug told him that you were the new security guard. Bonnie shook your hand and welcomed you wholeheartedly, but apologized for cutting the greeting short because he had some things to finish up before opening. You couldn’t believe after all this time it was still early enough where the place wasn't open yet. Doug led you out again and showed you around the rest of the third floor, then back to the elevator to take you to the last floor he was directed to show you. This last floor was full of arcade machines. Doug led you to a dance floor area. “Hm, that's weird, he must be gone. I'm sure he’ll come around soon, for now i'll show you the equipment, im sure they will have you doing repairs on it whenever it breaks, which isn't often, he takes great care of his equipment.'' Doug blabbed on as he brought you to the stage like area and showed you some pretty sophisticated dj equipment.

He then explained the tunnels behind him. He was standing near the entrance of the tunnel as he told you that ‘he’, who you still didn’t know, uses the tunnels to get around and that ‘he’ has amazing hearing. Suddenly a giant of a man walked up behind doug. This guy was huge, at least ten feet tall. Doug stopped talking when he saw your shocked face and looked behind him. “Ah, there ya are” he said to the huge man. “(Y/N), this is the man i was talking about, this is DJ music man” he said. DJMM looked at you, at first the look seemed cold, but then he smiled warmly. “NIce to meet ya, (Y/N), please call me DJ.” He reached his hand out and you shook it.

Compared to your hand, his was huge. He noticed how you started, he found it cute how aw struck you were. “Damn how do you even get that big?” you asked him. The sheer size of him amazed you, you had never seen someone as tall as him. “Guess it's all the veggies I ate as a kid.” he laughed. ‘Bullshit’ you thought to yourself. “Well (Y/N)” Doug began. “This was the last place i had to show ya, now we gotta go back down to the ground floor to get you all set up.” With that you and Doug were on your way back down, saying farewell to DJ.

You didn't know how this job was going to go, but you were excited.

[cesartorreswife]

"Hi could I request a Fem! Reader x Cesar Torres(human or alternate version) ? I would love for Cesar to confess and be quite nervous and shy but really romantic and cute kinda comfort vibes and I'd prefer to stay anonymous so could you please not tag me? Thank you so much!"

Yes ofc ! I'll hope you enjoy it!

Female Reader x Human Cesar Torres

🌸 Blossom away 🌸

Cesar wanted to meet up with you and that's the only thing he wrote today. Hmm unusual.

Normally you and Cesar would text 24/7 ,always meet up et cetera. Thus everyone knew that you were close. You two were like twins, inseparable. However due to his sudden change of texting you were quite worried. 'Why didn't he text more is something wrong?' You asked yourself.

You called him but the only thing he said was where to meet and to be there and then hung up.

You were starting to get really worried. However you decided to just listen to what he asked for and got there early into the cute little coffee shop in which he wanted to meet in. You looked around and observed your surroundings.

You have never been into this cafe but you instantly adored it. It was simplistic but cute and modern . It had the right ambiance to chill and study. You saw Cesar anxiously sitting at a table and you approached him.

'Hi Cesar' you smiled at him and Cesar stopped looking nervous as your smile instantly lit up a smile in his face and sparked happiness in his heart. 'Hi (Y/N)! You look great in that dress I must say! What would you like to drink ?' he smiled at you kindly while preparing to order for the both of you.

'Hmm, I'd like the espresso, small but very powerful!' You giggled and Cesar smiled brightly. 'Alright I will order for us!' He said as he went to the cashier and paid for your drinks. As he came back and sat down, you couldn't help but to start laughing around with him ,cracking jokes while waiting for your coffee. It was very lighthearted and that was what you and Cesar both enjoyed.

You smiled at the lady who gave you your coffee and started sipping on it straight away 'Ah I burned my tongue !' You said as you made a face .

Cesar looked concerned 'Are you alright (Y/n)?' he asked genuinely and you could see that he was serious and really cared for your well-being. You chuckled 'No need to worry Cesar I was just a little impatient but I am fine' you said with a reassuring smile. You and Cesar both drank your coffees and went for a walk. Cesar showed you the beautiful scenery of this town, which you have rarely ever been to and he couldn't help but chuckle and smile brightly as he saw your face light up at the beauty of the town. He explained that most places are prettier in spring because all the flowers are blossoming, which is why he wanted to meet up in a more floral town.

Cesar took your hand and lead you to a beautiful place up a small hill. He leaned against a tree and smiled at you nervously. ' From here we can see most of this place ,it's stunning isn't it?' You nodded.

You could hear Cesar exhale '(Y/n) you know I just wanted to say that I hope that this won't ruin anything between us but I wanted to tell you that I love you' He said looking away for a few moments before looking at you. He was nervous , you could tell. You smiled at him sweetly and lovingly 'I love you too Cesar Torres and I always have and will' you said with a big smile and you noticed that he was extremely happy and all that nervousness had just flown away and the anxious vibe he emitted was gone and replaced with a Glad one.

'Sooo would you like to be my girlfriend ?' he grinned 'Yes of course' you smiled back. Cesar approached you holding your waist and gave you a sweet and loving kiss 'I am so glad that you don't hate me and that we are now a couple' he glanced in your eyes full of love. 'Oh so am I' you had a sheepish smile.

Cesar laughed 'Well my confession was a bit cliché' he grinned. 'No it wasn't besides it was a very sweet one' you reassured him.

You two looked at eachother and decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing and goofing around.

Hope you enjoyed it ! :) <3

[littlemissaddict]

Hi I was just reading your fics and i loveee them. I decided to make a request: Eddie X Shy wheelchair user (Fem!) where they meet at the school library ( by chance) and she develops a HUGE CRUSH. Fluff + angst (reader is insecure about him liking her)

Thank you for the request lovely, I'm so glad you've been enjoying my writing and I hope this lives up to your expectations. I do however want to preface this by saying that I am not a wheelchair user but I do have family members that use walking aids (crutches, canes, walkers etc.) and while I know they aren't the same I tried to draw from some of their experiences to help me write this.

Word count: 1771

It wasn’t her fault honestly, she had checked before she had started to reverse her wheelchair out of the narrow gap between the library shelves, it was clear when she’d started to move and she was almost out when something or should she say someone collided with her wheelchair. The collision was hard enough to almost tip the chair so she could only imagine how much it actually hurt whoever it was.

The responding groan followed by a couple of winded coughs was enough to answer her question though as she came face to face with Eddie Munson when she turned to apologise. Sitting there with wide eyes as she felt her palms becoming clammy as she wondered how he would react, maybe he would yell at her as most people did when she got in their way. Although she uses the phrase lightly as her being in a wheelchair always seems to be such an inconvenience for other people despite it being a minor blip on their life compared to it being her way of life.

Eddie, for all people gossiping about him being a devil worshipper and a vessel for Satan, surprises her by doing the opposite. He apologises, profusely.

“Are you okay?” she asks, skipping over his apology even though hope blossoms inside her that maybe he’s not as scary as everyone makes him out to be. Eddie stops talking mid apology and stares blankly at her as though he didn’t hear what she just said so she repeats her question a little more slowly so that he doesn't miss it again. She can’t help the small smile that graces her face as she waits for his answer, although she does try to keep her mind from wandering to the fact that Eddie is adorable because she knows well enough that a guy like him would never be interested in her so there is no point getting her hopes up.

“Am I okay? I almost tipped you out of your chair should you not be yelling at me right now” he asks, disbelief written plainly across his face at how calm she is.

“Me? Usually I would be the one getting yelled at for being in the way in this situation” she replies with a laugh that he joins in with, both of them not quite sure what’s going on but both sure that they are making a fool of themselves. “I was serious though, you did get hit pretty hard” she asks again once the laughter has subsided.

“I’m good, m’sure I’ve had worse hits than that” he shrugs as if it’s nothing but it does leave her wondering what he means by it.

A silence follows as Eddie stands there awkwardly as if waiting for her to move, though he’s still kinda in the way and she’s not able to move without hitting him, again. Just as she’s about to ask him if he doesn’t mind moving so that she can move from between the shelves he speaks again, “Do you-uh do you need any help?” he asks, his brow furrowed as he brings a hand up to run it nervously through his curls. The smile falls from her face at his offer, she’s not annoyed so to say but she knows she’s more than capable of getting herself around without someone pushing her, and Eddie must realise what his offer sounded like as he is quick to clarify. “I didn’t mean I uh meant the books, I can’t imagine it's easy trying to get about while making sure they don’t fall” he says, his hand moving to rub over his face as his cheeks tint a pale pink colour.

“If you don’t mind” she smiles, offering the boy a lifeline and he takes the books from her with a smile, “and you’re right the school didn’t exactly design the library with wheelchair users in mind so it’s hard enough getting around with two hands let alone one” she adds, feeling at ease chatting with him as if she’d known him for years.

“Yeah well this school isn’t exactly known for it’s inclusivity if you get what I mean” he says with a roll of his eyes and she nods, she knows exactly what he means. A lot of students, even teachers, find an excuse to pick on those that are different and even though she and Eddie experience it in different ways it still seems like they have something to bond over.

Once they reach the desk Eddie places the books on top, ignoring the suspicious look the librarian gives him probably because in the whole time that he’s been at the school he’s been in the library only a handful of times and he’s been kicked out almost every time barring this once. Though once the older lady turns to her, she gives her a wide smile, chatting away about the last books she’d borrowed and Eddie took it that she was a regular in the library or unlike him never caused a scene and had to be removed.

“So do you need a hand getting them back to you’re locker” Eddie asked hopefully, his eyes shining as he flashed her a toothy smile, all his nerves seeming to have disappeared, “because you know I wouldn’t mind carrying them around for you all day, you just have to say the word” he teased, making her laugh.

“I’m sure you’ve got your own classes to be going to” she replied, placing the books carefully into her backpack so as not to bend or tear any of the pages, “besides they’re all packed away now so you’d just be stuck with me for no reason” she added, a small smile on her face in hopes of letting him know she was okay, that she didn’t need to be constantly looked after.

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing” he answered, his eyes widening as he realised he’d said it out loud and he cleared his throat quickly moving on before she had a chance to say anything, though he didn’t know that his words would repeat in her mind and leave her wondering if he actually meant them. “So I uh guess I’ll see you around then”

“You will Eddie” she smiled, biting her tongue to stop her adding that it was a small school so there was high chances of them seeing the other again. She had done it so that she didn’t seem rude but really she was just confused about the whole interaction and the resulting smile he gave her was almost blinding as he headed back into the library in search of whatever it was he was after before all of that happened.

Over the next few days it had seemed Eddie had made it his mission to find her in between every class whether it was just to wave and flash her a smile or when they had more time he’d always come and ask how her day had been. He’d even on some occasions walked with her to her next class and she’d found out later because of it he’d been late to his own class but he always brushed it off like it was no big deal.

“Eddie you can’t keep doing that” she’d tried to stress to him that he’d maybe have a little bit of an easier time passing his classes if he turned up on time so that he didn’t miss anything important but his reply had always been the same that spending time with her was just as important to him.

This along with other small things that she’d noticed he did when he was with her made it feel as if they were more than friends even though he’d never expressed that they were with words. Not that she had expected him too, her insecurities about dating and feeling wanted by anyone because she was in the chair always took over. She was always telling herself that it made her unlovable, not that it was true of course but the lack of interest shown to her by anyone she was even remotely attracted to, she put down to the chair it was an obstacle that not many people wanted to work with. So she hoped, hopes that she kept buried as she did every time to avoid the pain that came with the rejection, that Eddie would be different that he would want to put in the work.

“So I was thinking” Eddie’s voice came from beside her and she slammed her lock shut in surprise, the noise earning her a few glares from other students in the hallways but they were soon forgotten when she turned to find Eddie’s smiling face.

“Jesus Eddie a little warning next time so you don’t scare the shit out of me” she scolded as she looked up at him but the annoyance she felt didn’t last long when he looked at her with those big chocolatey eyes of his.’

“I’m sorry” his voice was genuine as he apologised but the smile on his face let her know that he still found her reaction to his unintentional jumpscare a little funny. “But I was thinking if you’re free on Saturday we could maybe go see a movie or something” he suggested, falling into a comfortable pace next to her as they made their way out of the building.

“A movie? It’s going to be a little bit of hassle with this” she pointed out, gesturing to her wheelchair as if he’d forgotten that she was in it. The thought itself had her anxiety building but she was also a little bit relieved that Eddie seemed to be proving her right that he didn’t see the chair as an obstacle.

“Well I mean the back row of the theatre will be out of the question” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her as she felt her cheeks heat at his insinuation, “but it’s not impossible right we can still have a good time no matter where we sit” he added, his playful manner giving way to something more honest that she couldn’t refuse no matter how hard she tried to resist him.

“Saturday is good” she said finally, earning her a rather large grin from Eddie that was difficult not to reciprocate and dispelling her intrusive doubts for the moment.

“Great it’s a date” he smiled, only half teasing as he disappeared into a crowd of students in only a way that he could leaving her waiting on her lift with a surprising amount of joy bubbling up inside of her.

[chaotic-kitty]

Oh my goodness I loved your domestic hcs for Asra! If you want, could you please do one for Julian??

Awwww thanks! I’m glad you liked it. And yes, I would love to do one for Julian. I had so much fun doing this. Thank you!! I hope it’s what you wanted and sorry for any mistakes.💕

Little side note: I am still working on requests for fictif characters, but I just needed a lil break from writing about them for now. But they will be out!💕

Asra’s Version | Muriel’s Version

The Arcana Julian Domestic Headcanons!

Warnings: Mentions of trauma/ depression and depressive behaviours.

How do they sleep? Do they snore? Steal blankets? Ect.

This adorable, lanky man, doesn’t properly fit on beds half the time. His long legs usually end up lightly dangling off the edge of the bed. When he’s actually sleeping however, he tosses and turns a lot (more often than not it’s because he’s extremely stressed and has consumed enough coffee to feed a small army. This can also feed into getting nightmares.) which ends up with him stretched across the whole bed, long limbs going every which way. He also steals the blankets a lot. He’s naturally got a cooler body temperature so he often needs to get warm. But he also just gets wrapped up in the blankets because of all the tossing and turning and becomes a Julian burrito. Pillows will end up all over the floor too.

If he sleeps with you however, he’s more cautious of how he sleeps. Will get you to either, sleep on his chest or be tucked into his side, in an attempt to literally weigh him down so he doesn’t move. Though when you’re sleeping together, it makes him calm and less likely to be having a restless night. He also just loves cuddling you and will seek out your warmth. Still manages to not only steal the blanket, but to get caught in it.

Do they prefer baths or showers?

Both.

Julian when he is in a depressive episode, can find it hard to have the energy or even motivation to do much of anything, including hygiene upkeep. So in times like this, he’ll try for a shower because it is quicker and because he fits better in showers than he does baths. That being said, he can also go for a bath depending on how far down the rabbit hole he is. Relaxing in the warm water, in a candlelit room, with sea salts from Nevivon, can lull him into a peaceful state which can help fend off the demons for just a little while.

Are the clean or messy?

Hmmm….More organised chaos.

Everything looks as though it’s been haphazardly thrown around, BUT! He knows where everything is. From where his boots are to where an old receipt from a decade ago is. (Just don’t ask what the receipt is from….)

He does take very good care of his medical notebooks/textbooks, medical equipment, and his leeches. Those things can save lives and need to be kept somewhere nice so they don’t get damaged.

How frequently do they wash their hair? How long does it take?

He washes it every few weeks.

With all the time he spends gallivanting around the place, washing his hair is a task that he’ll somewhat neglect. Especially if he’s already in a depressive state. So a lot of the time his hair is kinda oily. When he does wash his hair, it can take a good while to wash it because he needs to wash it thoroughly. It can also take a little while more because he has to take care of his curls.

What is their love language?

Physical touch and words of affirmation.

Let’s be real! This man is touch starved. He adores physical affection, in all forms, from anybody. When it comes to you though, he’s even more affectionate. He’ll always be cozying up to you. Hugging you, holding your hand, or even wrapping an arm around your waist.

Is very shy about it though, often will not initiate anything in fear of being rejected. Please, show this guy some affection!!!! You’ll be greatly rewarded.

He also THRIVES off of praise. Especially behind closed doors. He’s hard on himself all the time and is convinced the worlds hates him. While he’ll be wary at first, after awhile though he’ll be more open and appreciative of it. It will render him a blushy mess though.

Favourite wind-down activity?

Going to the Rowdy Raven for a pint (or a few) of salty bitters. He enjoys going with you and/or the gang to wind down and let loose. Julian LOVES the general atmosphere of the place. Especially once the music starts! After that, he’ll be dancing on the tables with all of his stress and worries from the day long forgotten.

Who cooks and who cleans?

He can’t cook to save his life. Unless you count burnt food as cooking, which in that case then, he’s a regular Gordon Ramsay.

He has tried many times to cook you a nice meal but, it didn’t go so well. His heart is always in the right place, but him and cooking just don’t work.

So instead, he’ll opt for keeping you company when you cook. Regaling you with tales of his most daring escapades. He can lend a hand when needed. Will do the washing up instead though!

And if none of you can cook? Well, dinner at the Rowdy Raven sounds good!

Main reason for arguments?

The main reason for arguments comes down to trauma and depression. Julian has a long history of unhealed trauma/depression. This is where his self hatred, self isolating, and drinking problems stem from. Even when things are going well in his life, with his friends and family, and other relationships, these behaviours can still unfortunately rear the ugly heads. When he is in this horrible headspace, every demon in his head is screaming at him about telling him he doesn’t matter, and how nobody loves him, ect. This will lead him to push you and everyone else away and to retreat back into his bad habits. Eventually, that behaviour can/will cause arguments. Especially if he turns up on your doorstep drunk outta his mind. Or when it reaches the x amount of times this has happened. Though with time, support, and proper communication, these occurrences will lessen.

Other “arguments” that occur are usually just over tiny little things when he/your tired and is either forgotten about, or resolved quickly.

[theyoutubedork]

Dressing Room

Bucky x reader one shot

PART 2 IS NOW AVAILABLE!

Word Count: 2.9k+

MASTERLIST, REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR BUSINESS

Summary: Y/N hates that she has to dress the way Zemo requires, but Bucky makes it all worth it. (Based off of tfatws episode 3: Spoilers ahead!)

Warning: Y/N gets very stupid with love. Swearing, mentions of violence. SMUT 18+

GIF isn’t mine.

A/ N: God writing while high is such a vibe. Especially calming for my ADHD. Also I’m glad y’all loved the sneak peak. I’m kinda proud of this one.

“How am I supposed to hide a gun when I’m wearing this?!” You yell at Zemo, already tired of his slimy nature. Zemo was trying to get you to change into one of the most skimpy pieces of clothing you had ever seen.

“Y/N, come on, it’s imperative we look exactly like the people we’re playing,” Zemo hushed you, but you bite back even louder. Your voice reverberates throughout the small cabin of the plane.

“Oh? Is it it imperative I look like a fucking prostitute?” You scowl at him. Zemo, stills before giving you what appears to be a yes with just a tilt of his head. You scoff, “REALLY?”

“Y/N-“ you hear Sam start, but you quickly interrupt him,

“Shut up Sam! At least your two “characters” have names!” You fight back, pointing at Sam and Bucky. “You might as well put a sticky note with the word ‘Whore’ on my fucking forehead!” You say, flailing your arms dramatically. You reluctantly snatch the duffel bag that Zemo miraculously has for you, and you stalk over to the bathroom.

“Now, if you boys need me, I’ll be in my dressing room,” you scoff, opening the small door and slamming it shut loudly. You look down at the dress you have draped over your arm. You raise it between your hands. It was a dress, no, a cloth, made entirely out out iridescent crystals, that you couldn’t help but gawk at. You will be wearing thousands of dollars on your body by the looks of it. Ok, maybe you’re an escort, not a prostitute. You find a small makeup bag inside the duffel, and find products you have actually used before. Zemo definitely did some research, probably having someone hack into your computer to see what products you use. He surprisingly got your foundation shade just right, and you scoff. You reluctantly look at your reflection in the dingy mirror. You sigh, ready to be extremely uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

You can practically feel the three men’s stare as you exited the bathroom. You were covered head to toe in crystals, from the stoned heels to the hairband that is loosely collecting your hair at the top of your head. You can especially feel Bucky’s gaze, his jaw incredibly tense when you lazily looked over at him. The intensity of his stare, made your anger only fizzle out for a moment to be replaced by embarrassment, but quickly returns when you see Zemo’s smug expression.

After a prolonged silence, you clear your throat, annoyed.

“Ok, maybe I should actually charge people, because this,” You gesture to all three men ogling you with a single pan of your finger, “is fucking ridiculous,” All three men break out of the trance quickly, Sam and Zemo muttering quick apologies while Bucky just shifts uncomfortably is his seat. You sit in the open seat across from Zemo, dropping the duffel bag at your feet. You quickly lean over to Bucky, trying to say your next sentence with as much seriousness you can muster without getting flustered.

“I need you to go watch my back, cause I can’t hide my guns for shit in this thing,” you say, and Bucky lets out a sharp exhale in amusement. He looks up at you, with his cerulean eyes, almost making your legs turn into jelly.

“Course doll, I always got your back,” He says with a small smile, trying to reassure you.

“Thanks Buck,” you say, giving him a slight squeeze on his shoulder before returning to your seat.

All sittting there in silence wasn’t out of the ordinary. However, you stealing multiple glances from Bucky, was definitely out of the ordinary. In the span of ten minutes, his lips were swollen pink, after biting his lip continuously from just looking at you. You didn’t know what to do with this information. You’ve spent the last three months, crushing on him so hard that anything he does makes you dizzy.

You never thought Bucky biting into a plum would have you clenching your thighs together, while sitting at the kitchen counter, but it did. You remember Sam giving you a very confused look. Staring at him usually led to inappropriate thoughts. You could stare at that man all good damn day. But here he was, staring at you.

You don’t have any idea why.

*

Now walking along an unnamed bridge over an unnamed river, your feet are already starting to feel sore. You were long past your days of kicking ass in heels. You do not know why you did that so often. As Zemo was giving Sam the information of his character, you almost fall right on your ass due to one of your heels falling into a small pothole. Thankfully Bucky catches you, with a quick wrap of his arm around yours. You feel your body tense when you realize how close Bucky pulled you towards him. You could almost feel his breath on your neck—oh wait he’s looking at you. Fuck he’s looking at you. He lets out a small huff of amusement. His breath fans your cheeks and you feel it sting like fire. In a good way.

“You alright there Doll?” He smirks at you. You roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah. You try walking in these shoes. You won’t be laughing then.” You retort, and he lets out a small chuckle. Oh man, you were being funny. Funny to Bucky. That was a rare sight.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” he says with a small grin on his face. You huff at him,

“Mhmm..sure...” you say with a returning smile. Bucky laughs, shaking his head before leading you to the car, that you assume is your ride.

You automatically make all the men fill the backseat while you sit in the passenger seat with the driver who was very kind to you, given what you were wearing. All three men tried to fight you on it, but when you reasoned, “I’m a woman wearing six inch things of death, and you’re not”, there wasn’t much argument after that.

You finally arrive at lowtown. You had refused to be Zemo’s plaything, so you gladly accepted Sam’s hand as you got out of the car. The streets of Low Town are covered in a slight purple fog. You all get onto the pedestrian ramp, that leads to the lower level, where the club that you’re infiltrating is. Sam rests a reassuring hand on the small of your back, keeping you steady as you walk down the rain covered steps. You see countless, thieves, dealers, any sort of criminal you could think of, was there. You look up to see the sign of the club you are approaching. The neon purple sign glows with the image of a growling gorilla.

As you enter the club, you immediately feel many pairs of eyes on you and the rest of your group. You hear Zemo address Bucky in Russian, and you look back to Bucky, who is wearing the signature scowl on his face. Your heart sinks at the sight of a man who has worked so hard to escape his past, having to pretend to be under Zemo’s control. Again. You even hear a man say, “Is that the winter soldier?”

The four of you approach the bar, Sam’s hand still resting on the small of your back. You see the burly bartender approach you.

“Hello, gentlemen, miss,” he grumbles, nodding in your direction. You give him a flirtatious smile, falling into your character. He looks at Sam suspiciously.

“Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger,” he says with a slightly threatening tone. Zemo gives a tight lipped smile.

“His plans have changed. We have business to do. With Selby.” He explains. The bartender shifts his gaze, scanning the four of you before looking at Sam.

“The usual?” He asks, and Sam gives him a curt nod. He turns his head away, but you keep your gaze locked on the bartender, curious. You see him reach into a jar and pull out a fucking dead snake, and you have to fight the slight gag that rises in your throat. Sam finally notices the snake with wide eyes. The bartender starts cutting the snake open, and Zemo lets out a small laugh.

“Ah...Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” He says, subtly telling Sam to man up. You let out a small laugh under your breath. Watching as Sam takes the shot from the bartender. He struggles to get it down. You look over at Bucky, who you can immediately tell is trying fight off a grin. You watch the bartender walk away as another man approaches from behind Zemo.

“I got word from on high, you ain’t welcome here.” He says, glaring at Zemo.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, But if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” he gestures over to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man teases.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finishes, staring down the man. The man walks away.

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky scoffs.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Oh that’s comforting,” You let out a small laugh, slightly uncomfortable.

“Do you know him?” Sam asks.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

“Sounds like a nice guy,” you say, leaning your elbows on the bar to alleviate some of the pain rocketing through your ankles.

You hear Zemo call Bucky to action, and you see Bucky grab onto a random man, twisting his arm. You see Bucky immediately go into action, knocking down men left and right. You let a hand come up to your mouth, trying to hide the sad look on your face. It hurt to see Bucky fight with such malice.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo comments, and you give him a nasty look. When Bucky takes the man and throws him onto the bar, metal arm clutching his neck, You hear multiple guns cocking. You nervously glance at the three men.

Sam reaches an arm out to Bucky.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo warns, before telling Bucky to let go.

“Selby will see you now,” The bartender says.

*

Not even 10 minutes later you are running for your life. Selby is now dead, and you guys are now being shot at by everyone in Madripoor.

“I cant run in these heels!” Sam yells and you yell right back,

“Oh shut the fuck up Sam!” You yell and you feel your foot slip, your ankle slightly twisting, making you cry out in pain. Bucky quickly reacts, grabbing your hand to help guide you out of the crossfire. If you weren’t being shot at, you might’ve actually blushed.

You quickly round the corner, and you hear gunshots, thankfully not aimed at you. You look to see Zemo rounding the corner.

“Seems that you have a guardian angel.”

“Well this seems too perfect. Drop the weapon Zemo,” you hear a female voice say. You see Sharon Carter round the corner. Fuck.

*

“When Sharon said she had a place in High Town, I wasn’t really expecting this,” you mumble under your breath, which Bucky hums in agreement to. He was still holding onto you, just like before on the bridge. You could smell a hint of his cologne, you didn’t know fragrances for shit, but it flooded your senses and made your body electrify like a guarded fence.

You make your way into Sharon’s place, and Sam immediately starts chewing Sharon out. You look around at at the pieces of art she has on display.

“Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well.”

“I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I can get for a real Monet?”

“Easy, deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monet’s.”

“Oh I don’t think she does Sam,” You say, pausing to look at one of the paintings.

“No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics.” Zemo corrects.

“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.” Bucky adds to the conversation.

“Okay, guys. I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly that good old Sam.”

“Yeah. What’s Google say?” Bucky says, trailing past him, you still being held firm by his grip. You laugh at Bucky’s comeback, squeezing his forearm slightly.

“No shit,”

“Come on you guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour.” Sharon calls out.

“Thank god! I am tired of wearing this stupid dress,” you grumble. Bucky lets out a small laugh,

“That’s what you think,” you hear him say under his breath, and you look up at him. He looks at you with a sly grin. You turn your head away, your face as hot as the sun.

*

As you were just starting to take off your heels, you hear a small knock on the door. Sharon had given you a private room to get ready in, so you weren’t expecting any visitors. You quickly kick off the heels, your bare feet padding across the wooden floor. You open the door to see Bucky, who is now changed into a fitting black suit. His eyes rake down your body. He seems to be happy that you’re still wearing the dress.

“Can I help you with something Buck?” You tease, making his eyes finally meet yours. He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. I saw you hurt your ankle earlier.”

You heart flutters at his show of concern. You also remember the way his fleshed hand held yours.

“Oh its fine, just rolled it out of place a bit. Should be fine,” You say and Bucky nods his head along, and you can tell he’s holding something back. You finally start to piece together the glances Buck has been giving you all day.

“Was there something else you need?” You say with a small smirk, approaching Bucky, nearly chest to chest, his face inches from yours. You know what he wants, he just has to make the first move. You see his tongue dart out to wet his lips, scanning your face. His eyes finally look towards your lips.

“Uh yeah...” He mumbles, barely comprehending the world around him. He’s already so lost in you and he hasn’t even touched you.

“Jesus Christ, I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Just kiss me already Bucky,” You say and he immediately complies. He crashes his lips onto yours, pushing you out of the doorway so he could shut the door. You let out a small whine as he presses your body against the door, kissing you with such ferocity. You finally have Bucky all to yourself, so you don’t let him take control too quickly. Your hands rise to his shoulders, helping him ditch his jacket so you can dig your fingernails into his fleshed arm. He lets out a small groan, but when you motion to have him help take off your dress, he halts, taking his lips from where they now rested on your neck.

“No..you’re keeping this on,” he demands, sinking to his knees, his hands gliding underneath the dress. Not to take it off, but to feel your soft skin under his. He looks up at you. Your head is firmly pressed against the doorway, already blissed out from Bucky barely doing anything. Your body was shaking with anticipation.

“Bucky...please,” you whine, begging him to help you with the aching between your legs.

“Don’t worry doll, I’m gonna take care of you. You just need to be quiet for me.” He speaks lowly, waiting for the nod of your head before grabbing the thong you were wearing and pulling it down so it pools at your feet. You quickly step out and Bucky takes one of your legs and puts it on his left shoulder, the cool metal of his shoulder making shivers run up right to your core.

Bucky takes a moment to bask in your radiance. He has never seen someone so beautiful, so ready for him to do whatever he pleases. He feels his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight. He finally takes a small lick at your center, and you let out a shuddered breath. He scoots closer to you, burying his tongue in your entrance as he does, as you let out a low whine.

“Quiet princess, or I’ll stop,” he orders. Your heart races at his words. In all the nights you spent, imagining how Bucky would make love to you, you never expected him to be so vocal.

Without warning, he takes his free hand and pushes his index finger into you. You back arches as he brings his tongue to your clit, making slow circles around it. You grip at his hair, digging your nails into his scalp, making his let out a low groan, feeling it vibrate against your sex. It feel heavenly having Bucky make you fall apart, and he does it with incredible speed and ease. He pushes a second finger, and curls his fingers up, brushing against your most sensitive spot. You immediately shatter above him, letting out a silent scream as you cum. Bucky has to hold you up as you ride out your orgasm, giving you loving kisses on the inside of your thighs.

Once you came down, he rose again, capturing your lips with his. You taste your sweetness on his tongue and you let out another small whine. He pulls away reluctantly, before moving you so he can exit. You look at him with a pout on your face. He chuckles.

“Sorry Doll, can’t be late to the party. Get changed.” He says with a smirk.

“This isn’t over Bucky,”

“Promise doll, I said I’ll take care of you.” He reassures, giving you one last, chaste kiss before exiting the room. You sigh in both frustration and happiness.

Maybe those heels were worth it.

Part 2

[f1nalboys]

Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized! 

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[faulty-writes]

hello!!! i hope you doing well!!! can i request headcannons iida tenya x f!(preferably or gn! if you want) reader. reader is introverted person and not really care about order but reader have a crush on iida because reader like how passionate iida about his dreams and values and feeling kinda comfortable around him(Iida's and reader dating energy it's like "no energy"(reader) and "too much energy"). thank you. please don't bother yourself if you don't want to write it, don't feel uncomfortable

[ You know what's fun about this particular ask...it appeared in my inbox twice. A glitch in the Matrix? Maybe! However, this is quite interesting...let's see what I can do with this. ]

His words rang in your head, his passionate voice spilling words of admiration for his elder brother and the influence of which blossomed his choice to become a hero.

His values were noble, admiring even, and combined with his selfless acts and encouraging nature it was of little wonder how you ended up falling for him in the first place.

The doubt that he even noticed your existence plagued your mind from time to time, being an introvert wasn't easy. You found it difficult to not only interact with others but form friendships as well.

Sometimes you were jealous of Tenya. His words and way of speech combined with how he continuously rambled off to get to a simple point was an indication he wasn't so skilled with normal social interactions either. Yet, this never stopped him from making friends or being in crowds.

In a way, Tenya's social ability helped in breaking you out of your introverted safe zone. "I do not believe a female, regardless of how strong she depicts herself to be, deserves to be alone. I understand you may be rather comfortable without company, but may I offer you my presence for but a short time?" the fact that he asked was very considerate.

The worst part about having a crush on Tenya was the fact that you allowed your imagination to get the best of you. Sometimes you dreamt of simple things mainly what it would be like to date him. Other times, you thought about marriage and children. You were losing yourself and you weren't sure what to do about it.

Tenya, on the other hand, was quite particular with trying to catch your interest and would often ask you questions pertaining to your favorite things. "Is it not every gentleman's duty to know what items, food, and or other a female enjoys?" you wanted to argue, but instead, your feelings for him got in the way.

"Reorganize this at once!" there was a vast difference between yourself and Tenya, the fact that he craved order and organization while you could care less about it. However, this never stopped Tenya from giving you advice on your rather messy habits.

You should have expected people to start talking when they noticed Tenya was one of the very few people you allowed into your space. But he'd often dismiss their concerns, "I do not believe there is any fault in being what one can describe as 'an introvert' however, I am quite honored Y/n has allowed me the privilege of establishing a friendship with her," you never told him you were equally as glad to be his friend.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Azul Ashengrotto Ceremonial Robes Personal Story: Part 1

"It's a trade secret."

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Octavinelle Dorm – Lounge]

Vil: This specialized lotion of mine, one applied, will keep my skin moisturized for over 10 hours. It's by and far more effective than any product you'll find on the shelves.

Vil: And you're telling me that by a week before the entrance ceremony, you can prepare me a lotion that would stay moisturized for longer than that?

Azul: Well, of course. If you would sign this contract, I can grant your wish to "attend the entrance ceremony with even more beautiful skin."

Azul: No matter how difficult the wish, it shall be granted… You are here because you heard this rumor about me, correct?

Vil: You seem pretty confident. A man apt to promise so quickly is not one to be trusted.

Azul: If you cannot trust me, you are welcome to withdraw your request.

Azul: However, I don't believe there would be anyone other than myself that could fulfill such a difficult demand…

Vil: You're such an insufferable man, grinning like that… And? What are you wanting in return?

Azul: Let me see…

Azul: How about 10 stalks of that flower from the Shaftlands that you are raising in the Botanical Garden?

Vil: …Flower, you say. What a roundabout way to describe it.

Vil: You already know that it is a valuable poisonous plant, don't you? You really don't miss anything.

Azul: Fufu. Do you not think it is a suitable price for your difficult request?

Vil: …I understand. I'll make a deal with those terms. I am prepared to do anything to have my wishes granted.

Azul: Then, the deal has been struck! I look forward to the day I receive the flowers.

Azul: Fufu, I am glad that both parties are satisfied with this contract. Jade, Floyd, Vil-san will be leaving now.

Vil: I can see myself out. If you have time to do that, then you should start working right away.

Azul: …Goodness. What a shrew.

Azul: There you have it. At Vil-san's request, we will now be making a skin-care lotion that has the greatest moisturizing power in the world.

Floyd: Betta-chan-senpai's already got beautiful enough skin.

Jade: Yes, but isn't it much like him to aim even higher? He constantly has the spirit of self-improvement.

Azul: We're talking of someone who is quite skilled at potionology. I am sure that he has tested all types of medicinal herbs that are said to be good for skin.

Azul: We will need to make our lotion out of something more distinctive than medicinal herbs.

Jade: Then perhaps we could incorporate alchemy in this venture, since you are skilled in that area?

Jade: Materials such as metals and ore that are utilized in alchemy may not be as commonly used in potionology.

Azul: True, there are also metals and gems that are said to have medicinal properties. It could be worth testing.

Floyd: Eeeh～ But isn't that boring?

Azul: Boring?

Floyd: Because metals and gems are things that kinda already "exist," right?

Floyd: So it's gotta be something that even Betta-chan-senpai's gonna be like, "I never thought of that!"

Azul: …It's just as you say, it may be more prudent to search for the unexpected. It is said that surprise can quickly turn to satisfaction, after all.

Azul: Then, let us collect the materials that would "not normally be used in cosmetics" and are most likely to have high moisturizing properties.

Floyd: Moisturizing properties… like what?

Jade: To put it simply, would it be "objects which have jelly-like properties"?

Azul: Quite. I will leave it to the two of you to collect the possible ingredients. I will prepare the equipment for our experiment.

Jade: Understood.

―A few days later

Floyd: Aaah～ …I'm tired of this. Can we stop doing this?

Jade: Attempt number 198… This is another failure, yet again.

Azul: No matter how much we cultivate it, we fall just shy of beating the moisturizing strength of Vil-san's hand-made lotion!

Floyd: It's only one more day 'til our promised delivery date to Betta-chan-senpai. Don't you think there's no way we're gonna get this done?

Jade: What could we be missing? The strength of its permeation onto the skin? Or is the consistency not thick enough?

Azul: No, we were striving for our ingredients to be "unexpected,"

Jade: Then perhaps more of… Could we do this here…

Azul: But if we do that… On the other hand… Oh, but…

Floyd: Jelly, pudding, slime, rubber balls, raw meat, blisters…

Floyd: Aaah I'm so tired of seeing all these gummy stuffs.

Azul: Floyd, please do not damage our experiment ingredients.

Floyd: We don't need any of this though. You were more jellied than any of this stuff in your octopus form.

Azul: What? …Why are you mentioning me all of a sudden? Please stop your joking around.

Floyd: That's 'cause when Azul is in the ocean, y'look so squishy and delicious. Like if I squeezed you, you'd just slip out～

Jade: That is true. Azul's form in the ocean is pretty gelatinous… Fufufu.

Azul: Don't you be agreeing with him, Jade. Stop laughing!

Azul: If anything, Floyd, you are also rather slick in while in the ocean!

Floyd: Eh, me? Y'think? Then isn't Jade the same too?

Azul: …Mm?

Azul: …Now that you mention it, Jade's skin is quite clear as well. Even now, in his human form…

Jade: Is that so? It is not something I can say I've put any care into.

Azul: This means that we all contain moisture. And what the three of us all have in common is…

Azul: …Jade, please come here for a moment.

Azul: …The ocean… Our skin… There's mucilage…

Jade: Gelatin… And collagen… Can be extracted…

Azul: …In seawater… Mineral-rich…

Floyd: I'm getting a bad feeling from all that whispering. What are you guys talking about?

Azul: Floyd, could you do me a favor? Please return to your eel form.

Floyd: Eh, I don't wanna. …Why is Jade practicing squeezing that towel!?

Jade: Humph! Humph!

Azul: This is for the sole purpose of a successful deal. Please endure this for a little while.

Jade: My image training is completed. I will take care to not harm my precious brother.

Floyd: Wai… Stop!!

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.