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creeksandsocks · 14 hours ago

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The Diner

Pairing Eddie Munson x f!reader

Tags: Fluffy, Mature (just to be safe), bad writing, writer has no knowledge of Dnd, Mentions of food/eating

Authors note: okay, this is my first EVER fic, so please bear with me 😪 as the writing and pacing will probably be janky. This is really a conglomeration of a bunch of little ideas that come into my head about the man of the hour, please feel free to leave me constrictive criticism or any asks! Thank you so much for reading my fic *mwah

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It's freezing, early winter’s 9 PM wind gives you goosebumps down your legs. You wrangle the flowing pleats of your skirt in your left hand, hoping to both provide yourself any semblance of insulation and protect yourself from flashing your panties to the empty Hawkins High Parking lot. Your right hand clutches the pay phone to you, it stays nestled in the crook of your shoulder as you desperately try to call Steve.

Your eyes reread the graffiti that was hastily scratched into the weathered plastic of the booth. Before you can reread the entirety of the angsty scribbles on the wall, you're put through to voicemail. For the umpteeth time, you hear his outgoing message repeat “You’ve reached Steve, I can’t answer your-”. You slam your finger onto the “2” symbol of the key pad, effectively skipping through the rest of his message so you can beg into the receiver.

“Hey, man!” you grit “I get your probably tired, but, like, im freezing out here. Please come pick me up- us up!”

You're stranded in the parking lot of your own high school. Dustin had somehow convinced you that it was in fact a good use of your Friday night to drive him to his hellfire club meeting. Because you loved him (and because your BFF Robin was forced into an awkward and inescapable dinner with her estranged grandparents) and your Friday night was rendered free you gave the kid a ride. After dropping him off and sending a lighthearted wave his way (which he decided he isn’t yet too cool to reciprocate). You tried pulling out of your spot. The thing is, you’re close enough to downtown and already out of the comfort of your bed that you decided to make your time at least a little bit useful, maybe exchange the sweater that's been sitting in your trunk for two months or windowshop downtown? But, your plans were ruined the second you place your foot on the gas.

While contorted in the front seat, trying to stretch and see behind yourself as you peel out of your spot, the car's steering wheel pulled against you and and the entire vehicle veered left. Slamming your foot on the break your heart sunk. Fuck, you think im screwed. You hop out of the drivers chair and the cold bites at you as you timidly make your way around your car, investigating what the problem could be. You make a semicircle around the hood of your car before you are met with the culprit. A cartoonishly large nail was stabbed into the side of your tire, leaving the entire thing deflated.

Though it felt like your joints had been frozen and locked into place by the nipping cold, you remarkably made it back into the driver's seat of your car, relishing the heated air that swirled around you. Running through ideas you decided your best bet was Steve. You didn’t have a spare tire, your parents would probably make a whole fuss out of your flat tire, robin was busy, too. Though he had made a big point on how “fucking awesomeeee” his before-dinner nap would be, you couldn’t fathom it lasting longer than the four hours it had been - let alone a phone call blaring from his nightstand.

You scavenged around your car and ended up with a decent ball of random change from the floor mats of your car. Reaching into the backseat you grabbed the sweater you had stashed back there before leaving. You threw it over your head, and pulled your hair from being trapped under the neckline. You braced yourself and did a mad dash to the phone booth. You called Steve three times before you decided your attempts to rouse the, apparently still, sleeping bear were futile and trudged back to your car. After turning your keys in the ignition and warming your stiff fingers in the vents you devised a plan. You'll wait here for the duration of Dustin’s campaign When the meeting is scheduled to end, you return to the phone booth. Given that the meeting goes its usual fifteen minutes overtime, you'll have enough time to call and convince Steve to come and be a hero to both you and Dustin. In the absolute worst, most embarrassing, hoping-you-get-hit-by-lightning case you could ask Gareth for a ride. Out of all the driving-age Hellfire members, he’d probably be most keen on doing you a favor like this. In fact, he said he owed you his “entire life and academic career” when you corrected his French homework for him. But, you've never hung out with, colloquially known to Dustin, “the boys”. Let alone any boy ever. It just felt too intimate to ask him for a ride, besides you weren’t sure you'd be able to handle standing in the vicinity of the leading member of Hellfire who’s been the apple of your eye for the past few months, Eddie.

To set the record straight, Eddie is known as gumdrop to you and Robin (because it is in fact best friend law to have nicknames for your guys’ crushes). Robin, you and Steve have all basked in the shared misery of lovesickness together from behind the counter of your job at Family Video. Besides silently judging customers and their movie choices, you spent your shifts reveling in moments throughout the day when you had brief and blushing eye contact with your respective crushes.

For now, you were entirely content with adoringly staring at the side of Eddie’s big, boyish head from the last row of your history class. Besides gentle urging from both your closest friends, you’ve never really made a move on him. Other than asking him the day’s date or sharing shocked eye contact whenever your teacher said something especially out of pocket. In the cafeteria, Robin often stared at you knowingly every time you started gumdrop’s direction, giggling when he made a stupid or obscene gesture from the head of his own table. She was frankly disgusted when you blushed at him halfway-choking on a pretzel. You thought, hahaha hes sooo funny and silly he coughed omgg lol his friends didnt notice when the pretzel went downthe wrong pipe ahahha omg hes so cute i didnt even get the ick from that he's like a baby ani-.

That leads you to now, freezing and hopeless. From far away you hear the auditorium doors slam “damn it!” You curse. The hollering of pubescent boys is a telltale sign Hellfire has let out. You decide that it's the lesser of two evils to just ask Gareth for a ride rather than be discovered by a pack of teenage boys as you curl yourself around a pay phone. You put your last 10¢ into the pay phone and add to the avalanche of messages Steve will be bombarded with when he wakes up. “Okay, so! Change of plans, I'm getting a ride you don't need to do anything, goodnight love you bye!” You quickly gush out before you slam the phone back into its holder. Resulting in a reverberating, metallic chime from the man-handled tech. You lean your back on the wall of the school, pitching both your feet out in front of you and using the push of them to keep you balanced. You take a deep breath, it's refreshing even though stunted by the pinching cold. Moments after you’ve made yourself comfortable against the brick wall, Jeff swings around the corner followed by Freak and Gareth.

They do look shocked to see you, but certainly not disappointed. In fact, they're probably in heaven. You're a pretty girl stationed just outside of a seemingly successful club meeting. They form a line facing you, and Gareth speaks up first. “Hi, what’re you doin’ here? Like, we don’t mind or anything but Dustin said you were just dropping him off?” You inhale to reply before Jeff blurts out “We’re actually gonna grab some burgers down the road, if you wanted to come?” The sweet boy tries to dull his own enthusiasm by (not)cooly adding “Cause you're with Dustin anyways”. I mean, you are hungry and Dustin loves these guys, why deprive him of a prime Friday night just because you are nervous? You shock yourself with how confidently you reply “Yeah, actually! I would love to, I mean as long as it's not a burden at all!”.

“Oh shit!” freak interjects and whips his head towards his left, “Jeff I left my backpack in your car”. Jeff deadpans the man before gesturing for him to follow out into the parking lot. Now alone there's a comfortable silence between you and Gareth.

He breaks the silence asking you how your night went. You start, “Uh… my car actually-”.

You’re abruptly cut off by being body slammed into the brick wall behind you. Your senses are overwhelmed by a throb at the back of your head and shoulders paired with the strong scent of a boy. You groan and slowly open your eyes. Standing in front of you Is Eddie Munson in all of his glory - he tightly rounded the corner thinking he would be met with emptiness, but instead slammed you a step back into the school's wall. As he steps back from you he apologizes profusely, “Oh my god, i'm so sorry, seriously! I really didn’t expect to see you there, are you okay?”. You give him a gentle smile and reassure him “no, don’t worry! It’s really okay, like actually it doesn’ even hurt”. He continues to apologize and confirm you haven’t been damaged by his foolery. You continue to tell him that, really, you’re okay. You forget about the cold air, Gareth (who is bent over laughing at his best friend) and the slight pain in your skull. When you realize that: Eddie is still standing very close to you and he is still very cute from that distance. It seems you both realize at the same time that you're standing intimately close, but he only steps back seconds later when he’s snapped back into reality by Dustin and Mike rounding the corner.

“HEY GUYS”, Gareth wheezes as he angles himself towards two youngest arrivals. Now fully upright, but still suffering the aftershocks of what is probably the hardest he’s laughed all week. “Eddie just-” he cuts himself off again with guffawing.

Eddie whips around, “C’mon man it wasn't even that funny” he grits. Though it’s impossible to tell, it sounds like his eyes are wide and pleading as he commands his friend. Eventually, Gareth is able to share the scenario with both the freshman and the boys returning from their car errand. By the time he's gotten it out, even you and Eddie, though blushing, are able to laugh at yourselves, too.

Youv’e all organized yourself into a huddle. Everyone is delighted to confirm that “operation burger” is indeed still a go; mostly unchanged by you, the newest addition to the escapade. You hadn’t found an appropriate time to share the unfortunate predicament that your car could be found in just yet. You decide that it's better to drop the bomb on Gareth after your group diner-date. Hoping to avoid baskining the in the humiliation for the entirely of your time if he so happens to say no. Eddie, being the only owner of a vehicle large enough to transport the entire group of teenagrs, was forced into being the driver. Thankfully though, he doesn’t seem to mind; assuming the role similarly to how he did with becoming the leader of Hellfire club.

Walking to his van, which is parked in the back corner of the parking lot, Eddie and you lag behind the rest of the group. Walking near him, you watch as both of your guys’ breath is visible in the night air. Though Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will often gushed about their weekend-long campaigns to you, you didn’t really know much about DnD. Much to the dismay of the kids, you never joined them in a game no matter how eager they seemed to teach you. “So, how was your, uh, game” you question, “is it, like, finished or successful, or did you win or something?”. Though you cringe at yourself for sounding so amateur in your questioning, you’re proud of yourself for talking unprompted.

His furrowed brows raise as he processes the question. He removes his hands from deep inside his leather jacket pockets so that he can gesture with them. “Well it actually was pretty cool!” he enthuses, and you're immediately relieved that he understood you, “They made a lot of progress in it- but it's still far from being done, like a couple hours at least. They usually take a couple meetings before we can wrap them up. But so far, im totally kicking their asses”. He smirks when he notices that you stared kindly at him with big eyes without his entire spiel. Besides softly reassuring him “nice, that's good..” an awkward silence fell between the two of you.

You're close enough to his van that the freshman who were leading the pack are waiting expectantly at the side of the van. From your peripheral vision, you can see him eyeing you. You probably look pathetic right now, goosebumped legs, and clutching your thin sweater around yourself, in a futile warming hug. “Umm” he breaks the silence, “are you cold? I can give you my jacket, it's no problem really-”. You blush and angle your head to the right, hoping to shield your smirk from him. You whip your head around to respond to him, but he's already it shrugging off. Though you’re delighted to wear his jacket. His jacket! You're scared that he's simply offering because he’s a gentleman. It’s not out of character for him to act so gallantly towards you; he opens the classroom door for you every time he's given the opportunity. One time he even pried your stuck locker open for you while you fawned at his biceps flexing under his Slayer band tee. You grab it from him and enjoy the fact that it’s still warm from his body heat. You also enjoy the look of his outfit, a Dio shirt layered over a white long sleeve. You earnestly thank him before you bundle up in it and overlap the front zippered panels on your stomach, wrapping yourself in it. His jacket smells just like him, perfect and manly without the suffocating amounts of cologne.

The entire group reaches the van and piles in. It seemed Eddie wanted to offer you the passenger seat, but Freak was already buckling himself in before he could ask. You’re all squeezed in the back two rows. You, specifically, are squashed between Mike and Dustin. The ride to the diner is filled with boys recounting the events of the campaign, congratulating and criticizing each other. You reach your destination before you’re even able to entirely settle in, it’s maybe four minutes from your school. He parks in the back of the parking lot. He doesn’t want to clog up prime parking with his massive mode of transport. You all rush into the diner and head to one of the booths that lines the walls of the decrepit diner. He gestures, kindly, for you to take the first spot, nearest to the window. You slide in and he quickly follows suit, he wants to make sure he secures the prime spot next to you. Everyone piles in freak next to Eddie and you end up facing Dustin, and you kick his shins under the table like your siblings. Jeff and Gareth are sitting on the backrest of the booth that both younger boys occupy, leaning in. Weirdly, the diner is barren for a Friday night. Some sleazy party is probably booming in one of the estates in a neighbourhood nearby. Though out of the ordinary, none of the group condemns the empty diner. You are subsequently free from prying eyes of jocks and now have even more reason to be rowdy, though still respectful enough to avoid annoying the entire restaurant, diners and waitstaff, alike.

Mel’s diner is nice enough, it’s had a boost in business since Benny’s went out of business a while back. The seats are bright vinyl leather and the two legged table top is infinitely sticky. Some of the overhead lights flicker occasionally, but overall its a nice place with a gumball machine exactly to the left of the front entrance.

You keep Eddie’s jacket on, not wanting to lose the conforming weight of it wrapped around your shoulders, it also shields you from the night’s cold seeping in through the front windows just next to you. An older waitress comes and collects your orders. You only want a chocolate shake despite the cold, chocolate milkshakes always hit the spot. Dustin orders one too, only switching it for vanilla. Most of the boys order burgers, fries and drinks. They're probably starving - they've unlikely had any sustenance since school ended other than Mountain Dew and Pringles that they feast on during their campaigns. While waiting for the food to come, the boys continue to recap their campaign and Eddie makes sure to tilt his head towards you to fill in any information he thinks that a non-participant would need to follow along.

It feels awfully intimate to have him so close to you, almost cageling you in every time he verbally annotates the conversation. The old leather seats pucker under his manly frame and his radiating body heat makes your mouth water as he's splayed out next to you. Sometime after placing your orders, he stretched both his arms around the back of the seat rest. Leaving his arms wide and chest opened. It almost feels like his arm is around your shoulders - being squished three people deep into a two-seater has forced your shoulder near to his armpit. From there, his body heat radiates even stronger.

The waitress eventually brings your guys’ food, she splits it into two runs in order to prevent spilling any. Everyone’s quieted now, fully focused on eating their meal. Eddie keeps his left arm, the one behind you, perched on the back of the seats. His right arm was relieved of its station and holds his burger.

He’s a cute eater, you think. He closes his mouth politely as he chews but still stays engaged in the conversation by furrowing his brows or a strained closed-mouthed smile. As he takes a challengingly large bite of the burger ketchup squeezes from the burger onto his lip and pants, his tongue darts out to lick the small drip from his lips. The drip on his jeans is just above the line that connects his thigh to hip. The ketchup doesn’t immediately absorb into the black denim and almost hovers above it, nestled in the folds of his pants. Now, it is not your fault that the ketchup is a mere four inches from his… manly convexity and it is not your fault that you're entranced by the projection in the crotch of his pants. Your head snaps up when he peers over at you with blushing cheeks, embarrassed to have spilled on himself in front of you, even in such a minor amount. You keep eye contact and barely contain snorting laughs as he gingerly slides a napkin from the table and wipes the glob off his pants. He still has an unchewed mouthful of burger, bulging his cheeks out like a hamster when he slowly places his pointer finger against his mouth. At that, you both chuckle. He balls his previously pointing hand into a fist to cover his mouth as it opens to laugh.

He smirks the left side of his mouth and side eyes you, in an attempt to keep his head straight as he sneaks one of his fries into your shake. Grinning mischievously as he brings the dipped fry to his mouth. You return the favor, keeping your head straight ahead as you strain your eyes looking to the right to steal one of his fries and eat it bite-by-bite. He doesn’t even mind that you chose one of his perfectly soggy long ones instead of a sub-par fry.

It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten to the diner. You don't want to leave, you've fallen into comfortable conversation with all the guys at the table. You even basked in moments when all pairs of eyes were on you as you shared juicy bits about school drama that was previously entirely unknown to them.

When your waitress finally arrives you all silently agree to pay for your own meals, it's common knowledge among broke high school kids like yourselves that it's everyman for himself when it comes to paying. Everyone pools their money in the middle of the table. As someone who has easy access to the bills and change that clutter the table, Eddie takes to bundling it up and handing it to the waitress, he tells her to keep the change with an unsubtle wink that she’s unamused with. Eddie doesn’t even look at you as he slides the five dollar bill you placed down to pay, back to you. You assume he thought you laid it out on the table as you rifled through your wallet for exact change. Before you can correct him, though, he's already sliding out of the diner booth. You follow him out and hold your flaccid bill out to him.

“To pay” to tell him, hoping your assumption had been correct, that he just didn’t notice your bill sitting on the table.

“No uh, I did you! I’m happy to do you!” He says as he stretches his arm up to nervously scratch his neck.

“What?!” you say as you are laughing at his unintentionally implied dirty talk.

“No- wait, I mean I paid for you! Sorry, like I did it for you…” he becomes shy as he corrects himself and his cheeks grow pink.

You spare the poor guy any more embarrassment and thank him before you all trudge out of the diner. Eddie’s just thankful that Gareth wasn’t within earshot of that one, he was unsure he'd ever live it down.

Everyone reassumes their spots as you crowd yourself in the back of his van, and you're disappointed at how short the drive is. You hoped this moment would last forever, if not a little longer. You enjoy the familial feeling that shines in the van. The cold air that greets you as you step out the van pulls you out of the moment.

You're sure at this point Gareth will give you a ride home, but that's at the back of your mind as you try to catch Eddie's eye so you can wave him off into the night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #first post #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic

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he-goes-down · 2 days ago

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✮ Dreamer’s Ball ✮

(Julian Bashir x Elim Garak)

Star Trek Masterlist

Summary: (MY FIRST GARASHIR) Garak is getting slightly jealous that Bashir is spending more and more time with O’Brien. He’s afraid it will ruin his chances of getting into a beyond platonic relationship with him. (This is set in season 2) (mainly from Garak’s narrative) (Before ‘The Wire’)

A/n: Garak is so complex to write so im so sorry if he is mischaracterised , and Garak is like never jealous so this was EXTREMELY difficult to write. And writing this man pining and yearning is even harder.

~“If I can’t have you while I’m waking…”

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Garak sat at their usual table at The Replimat, holding his Tarkalean tea in hand. Watching as Julian comes down the promenade with a little bounce in his step, a buoyancy that seemed almost irritatingly effortless. The Chief next to him, looking slightly annoyed and sweatier than Julian.

'They were only playing racquet ball, not doing nefarious acts. The Chief has a wife.' Garak’s brain talks to itself. 'Having a wife hasn't stopped Gul Dukat before.' he rolls his eyes internally at himself. 'The Chief is not Gul Dukat.'

Julian pats Miles on the back as they part ways, and with that boyish smile. That damn smile that could charm a Borg into submission. Julian comes over to where Garak is sitting and waiting for him at The Replimat. That racquet ball outfit is a disgrace to fashion. But damn if he doesn't look good in it. Garak looks at him with the whites of his eyes showing and an undecipherable smile, watching as Julian sits down with a sigh in his chair. “You’re late.” Garak says with a lilt, schooling his expression into one of polite curiosity., though internally there is a flicker of something deeper. “Oh yes, apologies.” Julian responds like it’s no big deal, as he puts the serviette on his lap.

‘Tsk, what a child.’ The devil on his shoulder says. ‘Now, now that would be calling yourself old, and you are of perfect middle age for a Cardassian’ The other devil on his shoulder tries balancing out his rationale.

"The Chief wanted one more game with me and I couldn't resist." He says with that god damn goofy smile and nonchalance as he bites into his food. "Ah, how noble of you Doctor, and how did that go?" Garak says with some fake intrigue, but you can never tell with him. "Beat him. I mean you have to give him credit, he’s nothing if not stubborn." He says through a chew, smiling to himself thinking of Miles trying to beat him. A twitch in Garak's jaw as it tightens. "Yes, uh, indeed..." Garak trails off. Julian notices the slight change in his demeanour. Analysing how his eyes aren’t on him, how he looks off to the Promenade floor, his mouth covered by his clasped hands in front of him as his elbows are propped on the table. “Is something wrong Garak?” Julian asks putting down his sandwich. Garak snaps back into his practised persona in a flash. “My dear Doctor what would have ever given you that impression?” He leaned back in his chair with a gesture of casual ease. “I was merely occupied with the thought of how much work I have to catch up on in my shop, as a result of our delightfully extended lunch.” He says as he makes the excuse to leave. Standing up and pushing his chair back with an effortless fluidity. “Ehm, good day to you Doctor, and next time might I suggest that you arrange your sporting endeavours for after lunch. The smell of sweat is not the best when someone has appetite.” “Garak- “But it’s too late, the Cardassian is out of the Replimat, down the Promenade, and into his shop.

In the small sanctuary of his shop, the mask slips. Garak’s movements were quick, sharp, and imprecise as he folded a bolt of fabric with uncharacteristic clumsiness. His chest felt tight, his thoughts swirling in chaotic disarray. He reached for the next garment on the table… a pair of pants Julian had dropped off for hemming.

His grip tightened on the fabric. Why was he so... affected?

Jealousy. The word slithered into his mind, unwelcome and uninvited. No, no, not jealousy. Envy, perhaps. But Elim Garak did not get jealous. He prided himself on his control, his composure, his detachment. And yet here he was, his hands trembling as he clutched a pair of Julian’s pants to his chest like some lovesick fool. He could even rip it with ease if he gripped tighter. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to release the garment and smooth the wrinkles he’d left.

“This is absurd,” he told himself. “He’s a colleague. An acquaintance. A... friend, at best.” The thought made him pause, his hands stilling.

Was that it? Was it the simple fact that Julian had friends? That he belonged here, on this station, among its people? No, it was more complex, Garak frankly didn’t have friends on the station. Only Julian, like a handsome (slightly annoying) pillar of warmth and light in this dreary cold station. The fact that Julian has other friends, where it seemed like he was more attached to them than him, that Julian cared more about them, or even the flicker of a thought that Julian would choose them over him. Garak would never ever admit it, not even to himself, but it hurt. he forced himself to refocus, meticulously folding the pants with the precision they deserved.

But even as he returned to his work, a single, treacherous thought lingered at the edge of his mind: Julian Bashir was not just a friend. He was something else entirely. Something that made Garak feel alive in a way he hadn’t felt in years. And that, more than anything, terrified him. Yes sure his first thoughts when seeing Julian was ‘wreck that twink’ but he never thought Julian would be the one wrecking him so emotionally.

For the next few days, Garak kept their lunches brief, making polite excuses. 'urgent commissions', intricate stitching that required his 'immediate attention'. Matters of tailoring so delicate they could not possibly wait. All lies, of course. Yet, being away from him did nothing to quell the wretched gnawing sensation in his gut. In fact being away from Julian it made it worse. He feels as if he's in the grip of dreadful withdrawal, his skin itching, hands twitching. His mind clouded with some form of restless agitation. At this point he’s wants to scratch himself until he's raw and bloody to quench something.

Damn him.

DAMN HIM!

Garak would go over to exaggerate that this was pure hell, or is it an exaggeration? It was absurd. Garak had endured exile, betrayal, the cold, calculating brutality of the Obsidian Order. He had withstood far worse torments than this, had inflicted far worse torments than this. And yet, Julian Bashir; smiling, oblivious, infuriating, Julian was undoing him in a way no torturer ever had.

Looking out of his shop on boring dreary days, hands clasped before him, watching from a discreet distance as Julian and O’Brien walked on the upper level of the promenade. The two men laughed as they made their way up to Quark’s, Julian leaning in, animated, his eyes bright with amusement. Garak’s fingers tightened around the fabric he was holding, scaled knuckles paling. He needed to correct this. He needed control. And, if nothing else, he needed to stake some sort of claim.

'You are Elim Garak', he reminded himself for the hundredth time. 'Not a lovesick and head filled with fairytale daydreamer. Get your head on right.'

Today, following the new routine, Garak is distracted. Disasociating and staring at a wall as he folds the same pair of pants. Unfold, fold, place down, pick up. But then..

“Garak!”

The voice was warm, familiar, and far too cheerful. It's like a bomb has been dropped in his shop and life upon realising who it is. He turned, his features smoothing into a smile so practiced it might as well have been stitched into his very skin. “Ah, Doctor,” he greeted, hands already returning to the meticulous arrangement of garments after quickly folding the pair of pants again. “What a delightful surprise so early in the morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Garak said as Julian stepped in further, smiling. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me in the holosuites tonight. Maybe grab dinner before the time?" The words rang in Garak's ears, delicious in their implications. He nearly allows himself with a moment of indulgence...

Julian against the wall of the the changing room... under him... wanting... as Garak ravaged and pounced on him-

Control Garak. Wine and dine him first

Instead, he tilted his head, allowing just enough intrigue to slip into his voice. “Oh? And what program, pray tell, will we be indulging in?" Garak smirked. “It’s one I created myself. Miles already tried it out." Julian beamed. That name. Miles. Not the Chief. A minuscule pause, an almost imperceptible flicker of irritation. They’re getting closer. Julian, oblivious to Garak’s momentary lapse, continued, “It’s set in an old Earth ballroom.” Garak’s smile returned, sharper now. “A ballroom?” A bit intrigued by the human word. “Yes, a grand hall for formal dancing,” Julian explained, his enthusiasm evident. “How delightfully quaint,” Garak mused, his interest piqued. Julian chuckled. “That’s actually why I came by, I was hoping you might lend me a suit. And, well… yourself.” The words dripped with innocence, but Garak felt them settle somewhere deep and predatory within him.

He inclined his head, lips curving into something unreadable. “A suit, of course. But as for my presence, and dancing skills Doctor… are you sure you can keep up?” Julian grinned. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

Oh, this would be fun indeed.

And yet, as Garak turned back to his work, smoothing down the silken fabric before him, one thought refused to be silenced.

Did Julian and O’Brien dance together already?

No. Preposterous.

The Chief had the grace of a drunken Targ. No, they preferred hacking at holographic warriors in ancient battle simulations, not waltzing under chandeliers. But still. Garak’s fingers brushed over the fabric, a slow, methodical movement.

Tonight, he would remind Julian just how much more stimulating certain company could be.

The hours pass tortuously for Garak, especially after he handed Julian the suit he wanted. But the time soon came, Garak was dressed to impress and ready for dinner. Walking into Quarks and scanning the area, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. Then he spots Julian at a booth in the corner, in his own black tailored suit... It was an elegant cut, flattering yet practical, made of rich fabric that clung to him just enough to make Garak’s fingers itch. The doctor looked up as Garak approached, his expression warm, his boyish smile widening. “You clean up well,” Julian remarked, his gaze flicking over Garak’s attire. Matching suits. Garak clasped his hands behind his back, arching a ridged brow. “Doctor, you wound me. Did you truly expect anything less?” Julian chuckled, patting a spot for him too sit. “Fair point.”

As their dinner continues Garak leaned back in the booth, hands steepled beneath his chin as he observed Julian across the table. The doctor was in high spirits, gesturing animatedly as he spoke, his enthusiasm as intoxicating as the Kanar in Garak’s glass, almost, because Garak doesn't really enjoy the conversation topic. “So then I told him- no, Chief, you can’t just recalibrate the simulation to let you win-” Julian laughed, shaking his head. “Honestly, I think he enjoys losing. It gives him something to complain about.” He says, and Garak doesn't look up from his drink. “How very... Cardassian of him, for a human. A constant battle, even in leisure.” Garak hummed, swirling his drink lazily. Julian grinned. “Exactly! I knew you’d understand.”

Oh, Garak understood far too well. He understood competition, strategy, and, most of all, the art of knowing which battles to fight. Right now, the one waging within his own chest was of far greater concern. He had been prepared for an evening of playful verbal fencing, had anticipated their usual dynamic: Julian oblivious, Garak indulging in the game of inching closer without ever stepping over the line. But tonight was different. Tonight, Julian had asked him out, had leaned across the table with that easy smile and warm gaze, had dressed in one of his suits, fitted just a little too perfectly.

And it was affecting him.

Damn him.

Julian took a sip of his drink, brow furrowing slightly as he studied Garak. “You’re quiet tonight.” He says. “Am I?” Garak smiled. “Relatively speaking.”Julian gave him a look. “I suppose I’m merely... enjoying the view.” Garak let out a soft chuckle.

Julian’s lips parted slightly, an almost imperceptible pause before he laughed. “I knew you’d appreciate the dinner” “Oh, I appreciate much more than this mediocre meal, my dear Doctor.” Garak’s voice was silk, smooth and deliberate. He watched, keenly, as Julian’s throat bobbed with a swallow, as his fingers twitched ever so slightly against his glass. Interesting. Before Julian could respond, Quark came around with their second round of drinks, and the moment dissipated into the casual ease of conversation. The doctor spoke of medical journals and holonovel plots, of Cardassian literature he’d finally gotten around to reading (a scandalous romance, of all things. Garak made a note to investigate further).

But beneath it all, there was something different tonight, as it had been plaguing him for the past few weeks.

Garak had always prided himself on control, on knowing exactly how much to give and when to retreat. But here, now, with Julian sitting across from him, his laughter rich, his eyes bright, his fingers brushing absently against the tablecloth as he spoke. Garak found himself wanting. Not just in the way he often indulged; fleeting, physical, a curiosity satisfied and discarded. No, this was deeper, messier. He wanted Julian’s attention, his time, his closeness.

It was infuriating that Julian is so blissfully unaware of Garak’s internal crisis, finished the last bite of his meal and sighed contentedly. “That was fantastic. You always know what to order." Garak smirked in response. “It’s a refined skill. One must cultivate an appreciation for the finer things in life. Even if it is Quark's food." “Well, now that we’re properly indulged, shall we move on to the holosuite?” Julian grinned, Garak arched a brow. “Eager, are we?" Julian chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Garak’s lips curled slightly. 'Oh, my dear Doctor. You have no idea.' He thinks to himself.

The doors to the holosuite parted with a soft hiss, revealing a scene bathed in golden candlelight. The ballroom was vast, marble floors gleaming beneath their feet, chandeliers casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across gilded walls. An orchestra played softly in the distance, the waltz elegant, timeless. Julian gestured around them. “What do you think?” Beaming with a proud smile.

Garak took his time answering, letting his gaze drift over the simulated ballroom before settling back on Julian. “Impressive my dear Doctor,” he admitted. "You do have a penchant for romance, don’t you?” Julian rolled his eyes at Garak's comment. “It’s about the history, Garak. The elegance of it all.” “Oh, of course.” Garak’s voice dripped with amusement. “History? You mean a romanticized vision of old Earth, meticulously recreated. I can almost imagine a time when people lived like this, dancing beneath chandeliers, lost in some foolish, fleeting moment of elegance.”

“You say that like romance is a ridiculous notion.” Julian smirked. “Oh, not at all,” Garak countered smoothly. “I simply find it fascinating that humans cling to these ideals, believing them to be timeless.” He tilted his head. “Tell me, Doctor, do you truly think love is best expressed through coordinated footwork and formalwear?”

Julian laughed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“I do try.”

A silence settled between them—not uncomfortable, but weighted. Julian shifted, suddenly looking uncharacteristically hesitant. “So,” he began, “You do know how to dance, don’t you?” He asked with a slight cheekiness. Garak’s lips curved into something unreadable. “Doctor, I am Cardassian. We are nothing if not meticulous in our studies.” Garak held a hand out. Julian hesitated for only a fraction of a second before taking it. Garak fingers curling around Julian’s. The warmth of his skin was immediate, and for a fleeting moment, Garak despised the effect it had on him. His grip was firm, warm, steady. Julian positioned them effortlessly, one hand on Garak’s shoulder, the other still clasped in his own. Garak’s other hand settled lightly at Julian’s waist. The waltz swelled around them, the strings playing in a perfect, timeless rhythm.

“Follow my lead,” Julian instructed, confidence laced in his voice.

Garak chuckled. “Oh, Doctor. How very presumptuous of you.”

With a deliberate step, Garak reversed their roles in an instant, spinning Julian effortlessly into his hold. Julian let out a startled laugh, his free hand instinctively landing against Garak’s chest for balance. “You-!” Julian starts. “You assumed I would let you lead,” Garak murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “A dangerous assumption, Doctor.” Julian huffed but didn’t resist, letting Garak guide him through the sweeping movements of the waltz. Their steps aligned naturally, and to his credit, Julian kept up well. The doctor was light on his feet, his movements fluid. “I see why O’Brien didn’t join you,” Garak mused. “I imagine he’d have a much harder time keeping up.” He smirked mischievously and Julian groaned. “For the last time, Garak, Miles isn’t-” Garak twirled him, cutting him off mid-sentence, and Julian barely caught himself before stumbling, laughing as he did. “Careful, Doctor,” Garak teased. “I’d hate for you to fall at my feet.”

Julian rolled his eyes. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Oh, immensely.”

The song continued, and their movements became more natural, more synchronized. Garak was acutely aware of the hand resting against his shoulder, of the steady rhythm of Julian’s breathing. He could feel the warmth of him, could smell the faintest trace of cologne, something clean and understated. Another sudden dip, Julian exhaled sharply but didn’t argue, but did huff out. Their movements quickly found their rhythm, their bodies aligning with the ebb and flow of the waltz. The room around them faded into insignificance—the towering columns, the painted ceiling, the simulated guests watching from the sidelines. None of it mattered.

Only this.

Julian was close... Closer than Garak had anticipated, his breath warm against Garak’s cheek, his heartbeat a steady pulse beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“So,” Julian murmured, his voice lower now, more thoughtful. “You’re actually good at this.”

“Surprised?”

“A little.” Julian’s lips twitched. “I figured you’d claim to be good at everything, but…” He let his hand drift slightly against Garak’s shoulder, fingers brushing along the intricate embroidery of his jacket. “This is different.” Julian said, and internally Garak panicked so he spun Julian away from him, twirling him once before pulling him back with precise, effortless control. Julian laughed, eyes bright, breathless. “Show-off,” he accused, grinning. Garak smirked. “Naturally.”

Garak studied him, the curve of his mouth, the way his eyes searched Garak’s face as if seeing something new. For a moment. One brief, impossible moment. Garak considered leaning in. The Kanar he had earlier making him go through with it, and some unstoppable force.

Just slightly.

Just enough.

He can't stop himself, he gently dips Julian with fluidity, leaning down. The wording narrowing to the space between them. Julian's eyes widen, and Garak's warm breath is against his cheek. "I always wanted to try... what do humans call it? Ah, a kiss..." In an impulsive uncharacteristic decision, Garak closes the distance. Without hesitation, without calculation, without control. Giving those sweet soft warm lips a kiss. Placing his on Julian's gently, but with harsh burning passion behind them that bled out from weeks of yearning and pining. But it didn't feel right... Julian was still, too still. Then he realised, he wasn't reciprocating. Garak pulled back, his eyes wider than normal. His pulse hammered. Pulling them into standing position again, but his hands still around Julians waist, as if he could fix whatever went wrong. Julian was staring at him, horror creeping onto his features, slowing like a consuming sickness. "Doctor- I-" He begins but Julian wipes his mouth in disgust and steps away from him. No, pushing him away. "What the hell-? What made you think that was a good idea!?" Julian looks at him with an anger and accusatory tone that Garak had never heard from him. Garak faltered in every way, and if you looked closely, his lip quivered. "My dear-"

"Don't 'dear' me. I could never love a Cardassian like you."

Those words, so harsh and blunt, it felt like a blast to the chest. A knife being plunged again and again with every thump of his heart. Everything starts to melt in Garak's mind. The environment twisted and blurred. The walls, the floor, Julian's face melting like wax. The music warped into something distant and hollow.

Garak gasped

The air left his lungs with a shuddering and panting exhale. His hand touched his face, over the ridges and scales of his face.

'Thank god... Just a dream... a horrible, horrible nightmare.'

Garak turns over to his side, seeking him. And there he was. His Julian. His husband, (husband of a few years since moving back to Cardassia), laying next to him, sleeping in those ridiculous blue pajamas. His hair salt and peppered, but he's handsome and boyish nonetheless. Garak instantly softened, wrapping an arm around him, bringing his back to his chest in a cuddle. His personal heater. Nuzzling into his neck and smelling his familiar and calming scent. His heart swelling with love and affection. Relaxing into his man's body heat and forgetting about the terrible dream. "Hm... You okay...?" Julian stirs and speaks groggily. "I'm fine my dear, just a bad dream." He places a kiss on Julians neck. Julian smiles with a soft sigh of contentment and backs into him in the cuddle, holding his hand. Lacing their fingers together. Perfection.

A calm silence, as Garak is trying to go back to sleep, is slightly interrupted by his lovers voice. "Garak." "Yes darling?" Garak peeks one eye open.

"Wake up."

In a bright flash the domestic scene is gone. The warmth vanished once again. The weight in his arms. Gone.

Lurching up, sitting pin straight in his bed, his chest heaving. The room too dark, too still, too quiet.

He was alone.

Deep Space Nine, his quarters, his empty, empty bed. Outside, the stars hung silent, distant. Indifferent to his grief. His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, he reached out...his palm smoothing over the sheets beside him, searching, aching... But of course, there was nothing. Just cold fabric.

For a moment, he simply sat there, staring at the space where Julian should be. He placed his hands in his lap, folding them neatly. And so he sat there, alone in the dark, waiting for sleep to take him.

And if it didn’t, well.

There were worse tortures than this.

Weren’t there?

He's not so sure anymore

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~”…I’ll go to sleep and dream I’m with you.”

A/n: Please tell me if you guys liked it 😍 also shout in my inbox and request things all you want 🗣️ and reblog pretty please

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xmymelosmile · 1 year ago

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While I was watching a film, I got an idea for Isward angst/fluff.

if I go exactly based on the film, it's suppose to be Edward cheating on Isaac but I had enough angst from the movie itself so I made it into fluff.

ahem

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It's been 2 weeks since Isaac and Edward got together. They had few fights but nothing serious, mostly abt Isaac's routines.

They have a pretty good going relationship for now. Until Isaac and Chris got in a little fight, ( He tried sharing how he felt about Chris being with Nevin since Error suggested that it would be good to tell him what he feels towards the whole thing ) and Drew wasn't at school today.

After this whole thing, Isaac had to deal with Edward's fan girls. Ink tried ignoring them at first since his day wasn't going well anyway. One of the girls said "Do you really think Edward loves you? You are just another one of his partners!"

That made Isaac snaps because it went too far. "DONT you dare calling me that!" he pushed the girl so he can get out of there ASAP.

The artist went to Edward, who was talking with his cronies "Hey knife nerd!" Cody greeted him. Isaac just cling his fingers into Edward's hand which made him confused but held it back anyway.

After few seconds he recognized the sign Isaac was giving him "Hey uh, me and Isaac are going to be late for the next class, so we will go." and like that he excused himself from further conversations.

While they were walking, Edward turned his head to Isaac and asked. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" It took few seconds to answer but Isaac nobbed.

Ed brought them to the lair and locked the door so no one could disturb them.

They sat on one of the bean bags and Ink snuggled into the taller embrace. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, I just want to spend some time with you..." Edward understood he didn't want to talk. Maybe guessed that the exchanging between him and Chris didn't end well. "Do you need something?"

He cling into him more and Isaac kissed him on the cheek which sent Edward in complete blush mess but he returned it soon after, on the lips. "No, just this."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

( they skipped the last class and went straight to Isaac's place to cuddle more. )

#its super ooc but i think its very cute :3 #isward #isaac x edward #ibvs #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #isaac beamer #edward quinton #christopher jackson #nevin jovel #drew jovel #undertale au #angst fluff #im not good at writing but i tried my best #i hope someone likes it

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daemon-in-my-head · 7 months ago

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Ok I'm possibly boutta screw this one up, but, this is one for the writers and the visual artists. This one's gonna get up close and personal too.

Durge Asks - Creator Edition

What or who inspired your Durges design the most? A particular idea or vibe or perhaps another hottie or baddie?

How does their race play into the design? Was it a conscious choice because of the racial features or did you simply enjoy the playstyle or lore?

How do you prefer to portrait your Durge? Do you enjoy them in writing or their visuals more? If you're a writer or artist, would you/have you commissioned someone else before? Would you like to, in case you couldn't yet do it?

How did Durge come to be? Why them? Was it a vibe you tried to capture or a specific visual you wanted to represent? Did you borrow them from previous works or were they handcrafted for this story you have in mind?

Are they a plot device or the driving force? Do they exist to enhance Gortash or has Gortash developed to become the accessory wife? Do they compliment or foil each other?

Personality or looks, what came to you easier?

Is their personal story represented in their overall design? Do they carry any mental scars or physical alterations from the shit that happened to them?

Contradictory or easy to understand, which one applies more to your Durge? Is their design and personality a conundrum, or did you try to keep it as clear cut as possible?

How much did Bhaal influence their design or personality in the end? Did you research lore to purposefully get the resemblance or do you just go with the flow and what feels right for the story you want to tell?

How much of yourself can be found in your Durge? Do you share the same personality, taste, a specific feature? Are they who you want to be or who you used to be? Are they entirely removed from you as a person?

What's your go to medium for their portrayal? Google Docs, a niche notes app, perhaps one specific for writing, Procreate, Clip Studio, MediBang? Hit me with those recs. Do you sometimes mix em up?

OC Art/Stories or shipping content? What do you enjoy the most? What's ur little hidden passion?

Final and spiciest question. How down bad are you for your durge. Would you hit it even though you'd probably not make it out alive?

Ask prev when u reblog, be nice, this isn't strictly romantic, bla bla bla yk what I usually put here. Basically, have fun, go wild, save a fading fandom or smth (yes I copy pasted this, laziness is the great mother of all bad habits and good mothers should be honoured)

Also yes ik I said I'd get to answering asks and they are queued I just wanted to drop this one first so y'all have smth entertaining to do. Time to return to the shadows until I have ideas for these again, aka another temporary retirement lol.

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hiphopcherrrypop · 1 year ago

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"second coming of christ" + it's saint young men jesus

#writing dialogue is always my nightmaaaare i'm sorry i tried my best #good omens fanart #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #saint young men #saint oniisan #sym jesus #sym buddha #crowley nervous bc jesus remebers him but then he just invites him and aziraphale in for dinner 👍👍#the ending of s2 wasnt real btw they're still happy + just going on a trip to japan to find jesus...#i think dialogue is out of character im sorry #i tried and gave up #good omens spoilers

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jayparked · 2 months ago

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Hi baby 94 + 116 Subby Sunoo please

warnings: f2l, sub!sunoo, begging, teasing, handjob, slight praise kink

wc: 425

late night drinks with your best friend are nothing new. what is new, though, is the way his lips feel against yours, whispering and whimpering your name between tequila kisses while his fingers tangle in your hair. thrill with a little bit of anxiety bubbles up from your chest and rests in your throat, making your own moans come out in choked, desperate, airy gasps.

you break away from your friend, lips swollen and voice shaking with adrenaline. "sunoo- what are we doing?"

he doesn't stop moving against you, his lips trailing needy kisses along your jawline and down your throat while his hands roam your body. "mmm. don't know, don't care. just don't stop. do whatever you want with me."

"whatever i want?" you giggle with a smirk, hands now roaming down the front of his chest, all anxiety and apprehensions leaving your body instantly with the way he responds to your touch.

"please, y/n."

that's enough to make you move, hands reaching for his unbuttoned pants, "i wanna see you. cmere."

sunoo scoots closer to you and lets you pull his pants down past his hips. as soon as his cock springs free, your hands are on him, slowly pumping him just below his tip. sunoo winces with the sudden contact and pressure. you're about to lean in and start kissing him again when a better idea crosses your mind, so you lean back and continue to pump your best friend's cock painfully slow while looking him in the eyes. sunoo continues to whimper your name, a few pleads and cries mixed in between.

"the prettiest boy i've ever seen," you murmur, sunoo's hips bucking up into your hand that is still barely gliding up and down his length.

"can't- can't you go faster than this?" his arms are starting to shake from propping himself on his elbows for so long, his head falling back while he bites his bottom lip.

"hmm, impatient are we?" the alcohol is starting to make you feel hazy, or maybe it's the fact that you're so desperate to see your best friend come within your grasp that you realize why you're pumping him so slowly: you don't want the moment to end, and you wish you can see him come all of your hands in slow motion.

which wouldn't be possible. obviously. unless you record yourself jacking him off. but that's an idea for next time. for now, you pick up your pace, continuous praises leaving your lips naturally as sunoo completely lets go with you.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡ masterlist

#IM NOT VERY GOOD AT WRITING SUBBY MALE CHARACTERS IM SORRY I TRIED MY BEST #jayparked 1k drabble event #sunoo smut #sunoo hard hours #sunoo hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sunoo x you #sunoo x reader #sunoo x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n

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dukeofthomas · 7 months ago

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I need people to realize how horrible 'stalking/constant surveillance/breaking into each other's homes is how the Batfamily show love' is. Like i really need someone to just acknowledge how horrific saying this bullshit is.

Like even fics where they're shown as happy and healthy and with good ties, you've always got this thing where none of them have privacy or any boundaries with each other. Which is directly antithetical to actually having good relationships. And this invasion via hacking and stalking and breaking into homes is portrayed as a positive, good thing; it's just how they show love and care to each other, after all. But for some reason I just personally don't find stalking, lack of privacy or boundaries, and emotional manipulation funny, endearing, or healthy, and just end up disgusted at the attempt to sweep it all under the rug.

#my dc posting #dc #batman #batfamily #jason todd #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #listen i can only take so much of it before i just breakdown okay #apparently controversial opinion but a family where its normal to vreak into each others homes and manipulate each other and stalk and #invade boundaries and autonomy and privacy can NOT be healthy #no matter how much you try to dress it up all cute w 'this is just how they are' 'its how they show their love' its never not gonna be #unhealthy and bad and toxic #like yeah they do do that. they are like that. either acknowledge it or stop trying to justify it #god this actually irks me so much #i try to idk. suspend my disblief but theres only so much i can actuallt fucking take before just #its just. im trying to read happy fluffy fics. but i cant be comforted by a family that normalizes breaking boundaries n invading privacy #and its specifically that the author aleays disregards it. instead of fixing it or making it better they opt to keep it and come up w excuse #s for it #and thats what actually triggers me #'i broke into ur house cus if i asked if i could come over ud say no' is actuallt fucking horrifying stop trying to make it seem loving???#im writing this while having a panic attack dont mind me 👍#but its like. if you can write the batfam w/o bruce hitting his kids or any other horrific thing that they do #then why must you keep the boundary&privacy breaking? why cant anyone even seemingly try to write a batfam #where theyve worked their issues abt this out best they can n have healthy established boundaries w each other??#like if u can write them all hanging out together 24/7 n bruce being s good dad why is this one simple thing the One Thing #nobody even tries to address properly???#'aw dick broke into jason's saehouse bc he wanted to hangout but jason would say no if he asked' aw. maybe dick should learn 'no means no'

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chrollogy · 3 months ago

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❝ held by the chains that bind me to this life, i long to be with you in the next. ❞

— 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓎𝓊𝑒 ᡣ𐭩

#yue yaps #chroyue #ah i’m not really good a selfship moodboards but heres my take on chroyue core ><#i was trying to go for an angsty vibe type thing idk #YEAHHHH i’m feeling kinda under the weather (my body is lowk shutting down) so heres the best i can do today :C #i tried writing but my brain is foggy rn hehe #ngl im SUUUUPER shy to post this bc i mostly just post selfship blurbs & comms #self ship

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potatobugz · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2 is out!

#battle for dream island #battle for bfdi #the power of two #tpot #bfdi #bfb #pie bfb #rocky bfdi #bfdi high fantasy au #i keeo forgetting what i named the tag for the au #aughhh #potatart #ao3 #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE... I SWEAR 2 YOU I WAS WORKING ON IT EVERY DAY SINCE I POSTED THE LAST ONE #I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE PIE SO MISERABLE IN THIS CHAPTER I PROMISE ILL BE SO SO NICE TO HER IN CHAPTER 3 #i apologize if this is harder to get through than chapter one!!!! nonetheless i tried my best & thats all we can ever ask for #im excited for whats to come though aaahhehehehehe #i must reiterate i promise good things happen to her (pie) this was just necessary setup #i have a few funny doodles to share as well #also im a big fan of the bugs in bfdi i think theyre foul little creatures. /pos #i did something reallt self indulgent. and you will see what it is in the next chapter #(more self indulgent than this au usually is lol)#tptbu

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sallymew4 · 9 months ago

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finally drew something at least somewhat legit for the pre-mob terumob ive been churning out recently

i like them .i think theyre silly :)

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#i am so incredibly sick i am dying #my sinuses #but anyways #i dont know if im au-fying this...i just like the dynamic #but maybge i should #i like them guys !!!!!! they make me go :) haha #mob tries his best to reform him because everyone deserves second chances (especially this guy ?)#while teru has nearly no clue why this weird guy with a plain face and dumb bowlcut keeps showing up everywhere he goes #in short:#mob sees the good in him teru sees the gay in him(self)#i need to write more in-depth about them i swear. or maybe just doodle more silly comics whatever im more compelled to do at the moment #i cant be profound author right now i am ill and i am sleepy #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #teruki hanazawa #hanazawa teruki #shigeo kageyama #kageyama shigeo #mob #meowmeow art #ummmm yeah post. i always think of better tags later it makes me sad #edit: I FORGOT THE TERUMOB TAGS #terumob #pre-mob teru #pre-mob terumob

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lawva-girl · 8 months ago

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A Taste of Her

Nami x fem!Reader

Happy pride month :D

Warnings: cunnilingus, fingering

WOMEN omfg women! Also Nami?!??? I just know you two would have nightly catch ups, the two of you just sitting with eachother talking about nonsense, staring into each others eyes in a straight way.

WC: 2764 (I went crazy i fear)

Nami looked like an angel. She was sat in the bathtub, bubbles surrounding her. It looked like she had just finished her shower in the Sunny’s large bathroom. It has been a hot and miserable day. There were two storms Nami had to navigate the crew through, and zoro was sick on top of that. The whole crew was tired and scared for him.

You decided to care for Nami instead.

“Hey, do you want me to braid your hair?” You asked her, through the slightly cracked door.

“Uh okay… you aren’t charging me right?” Nami asked back.

You opened the door, closed it, then made your way to the shower. Before stepping in to rinse off you shed your towel and call out to her, “I wouldn’t dream of it!”

The shower water was cool, something you needed. Nami (and you for that matter) usually took incredibly hot showers and baths. After a day like today? It was nice to have the cold wake you up before you relaxed in the bath.

You rubbed soap onto your body with a portion of netting, making sure to scrub and lather. Once you finished you turned the water off, and took a deep breath.

You liked Nami, a little too much. Ever since you had joined the crew you felt like you two were magnets. Always sitting together during meals, often going the same places once on an island. You liked to say it was to protect her. You almost always had two guns on you, and you could use them incredibly well.

If anyone would protect her it would be you. It just felt like you two were very fast friends. But there were moments. Undeniable and quick, Nami would say something and you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

If it was a quick “your eyes are beautiful” or if it was her running her hand up your inner thigh, it didn’t matter. You were sure they meant something to her, like what they meant to you.

“Hey! Are you doing it or not!?” Nami yanked you from your thoughts.

Finally leaving the shower you strolled over to her, grateful she wasn’t glancing behind her to see your fully exposed form.

“Sorry sorry, here move forward so I can braid it.”

Nami slid forward smoothly, and you slipped into the water directly behind her. Thankfully you had a hair tie left on from your own ponytail. Looking at it you wondered if it would have Nami’s red hair left on it when she was done with it. You wondered if your own hair would tangle with hers, on the hair tie.

“Okay I’m gonna do one, look up.” You spoke while running your fingers through her hair.

“Okay… random question, when was the last time you got fucked?” Nami looked up and you saw the top of her eyebrows, they were lifted with curiosity.

“Uhhh probably a while before I joined. How about you?”

“No way! You don’t get any?”

“No not really… it’s hard to find my type.”

Nami paused, letting you braid a bit more.

“Wait what is your type?” She essentially threw the question and ran, she spoke it so fast.

“I’d say women who… well I guess just women honestly.” You said, mainly focused on making sure the braid came out well, “like there’s not a woman I wouldn’t love to be with? They are all just so, lovable.”

Nami grimaced, most likely due to the braid.

"how is that hard to find?" Nami asked, using a tone between disbelief and anger. you knew the anger wasnt directed toward you, more towards the world, on your behalf

"well most women are into men, nami." Your tone matched hers, and the two of you laughed. You figured she realized once you said it, and got less angry.

The silence washed over the two of you, Nami was relaxing onto your hands and under the water, onto your thighs. You felt her soft skin brush against you, and the water move around the two of you.

Her hair slightly curled around your fingers, you would probably make a journal entry about it later. But in that moment? You were happy.

Just braiding her hair made you happy, feeling her slowly rest more of her weight onto you. Seeing her slightly fall asleep, due to you braiding her hair.

You tied the hair tie around the end of the braid, her orange hairs curling around it. It was like they knew the tie belonged to you.

“Okay, now you tell me why you asked” you spoke with a playful tone, trying to cover up the fact that you were dying to know.

“Well it’s just that today made me so stressed and I swear I’m gonna kill sanji, I just need like some type of physical contact you know?” She laughed then sighed, you couldn’t look away, “like I just need something to tide me over till the next island. I’ll probably use my hairbrush or something.”

You were blushing, embarrassed at the thought that instantly flooded your head.

“Yeahh.” You looked awkwardly to the side.

“What? You seem like you want to say something.” Nami moved a little closer to you, the bubbles were clinging to her thankfully.

“Nothing. It’s embarrassing!” You turned to look her in the eyes and she was much closer than you thought.

Startled, you lowered yourself into the water more, now covered up to your lips.

“Tell me!! You can trust me!” Nami copied you, using the water to level the ground between you.

“Okay, okay! I basically thought that if you really wanted I could help you.” You raised just to speak, then immediately hid under the water again.

Nami did not seem like she wanted to joke anymore. “Oh yeah? How exactly would you help me?” She stood up and was almost entirely exposed to you, her tone was deeper and unmistakably flirty.

“Oh uhm like I could do things, physical things," pause... "to help you relax! Like a massage, or maybe I could force franky into building a massage chair! Or like I could find you a guy to fuck! Haha so many things!”

This was pathetic.

Sure you realized she was being flirty, but she did that with guys she had no intention of sleeping with too.

"How on earth would you get me a guy to fuck when we're in the middle of the sea?" Nami moved one step closer.

"I want to relax y/n... you told me you would help." Nami's voice came out as pure honey to you, and she made the whole situation worse by leaning towards your ear to say so.

Your head was the only thing above water, your eyes wide staring up at Nami. You were processing just what her intentions were, and your mouth was slightly open in shock.

You blinked once or twice then nodded yes to her.

She laughed, then got out of the water and grabbed a towel. She layed it out next to the edge of the bath, and sat on it. "Are you good?"

You stood a bit more, your chest being completely exposed now. (You were desperately trying not to think too much about it.) Taking a second too long to answer her question, since you were trying to comprehend it.

"I'm uhh... well why don't you decide?" You were desperately grabbing at any confidence you could find, but your voice betrayed you by going shyer and more quiet.

"What? you're mumbling."

"You should find out.. or whatever" Thankfully you were louder, and felt some rush to be more confident. You had looked to the side, but you'd take it.

Nami chuckled, and you looked back to her. She had a blush on her face and you decided you wanted to see it forever.

Feeling the previous rush of confidence, you put your hands on her legs. The area just above her knees was so soft and plush that you could see her skin dimple under your hands. Glad you chose that spot, you pushed her legs gently open.

She was beautiful all over apparently. Her pussy had a small bush around it, her lips pressing out just a bit. They looked like they wanted a kiss. You didn't want to stare too long so you pushed yourself up, placing your lips just above her knee, directly above where your hand was still placed.

You started kissing her leg, running your hands up and down her thighs as you did. Feeling her skin was unbelievable since she was still so soft from her shower and bath. You had closed your eyes, to focus on how her thighs felt on your lips, but you realized she might be blushing so you kissed and looked up towards her.

"hey don't... y/n..." not only did she have a blush still plastered on her face, she was also smiling and looking down at you before you even truly met her eyes.

You didn't listen, and kept staring while moving your way up her thighs.

Nami showed her embarrassment and frustration in one move of her hand. She put a hand in your hair and pushed gently, forcing your head back down. You laughed into her thigh before continuing your kissing tour.

Finally, you reached her hip, finding her bikini line and sucking. Nami let out a small laugh, that slowly morphed into a heavy breathing the longer you sucked. Feeling her pull your hair a bit, you took the hint that she was ready to move on. You brushed your hand up to her hips, giving them a small squeeze before pulling her thighs a bit more apart.

You looked up at her and situated yourself more directly in front of her. "You're so beautiful Nami..." your voice was deep and you were shocked at just how horny you sounded.

You kissed just above her pussy, feeling her hairs tickle your nose. then you moved down and placed one long and slow lick. If there was anything you were doing it was definitely savoring this experience.

She gasped when you started the lick, and you would've too, had your mouth not been occupied. She didn't taste like flowers or candy, she tasted just ever so slightly tangy. In another world it was definitely a flavor you would beg to taste nightly.

You finished with flicking your tongue on her clit, and she gasped again. "hah two gasps on one lick? so sensitive, aren't you nami?"

You looked up at her, surprised to see her smile gone and her breath heavy with pleasure. Despite you barely even beginning.

"Shut up its been a second, and you got me all riled on purpose."

You chuckled back, before going back towards where her hole was. You looked up at her and placed your tongue on her. Waiting a second before moving your tongue just barely inside her, then dragging up to just below her clit. You closed your eyes and kissed, before sticking your tongue out again and licking her. You were pretty sloppy here, but it was almost more for you than her. You took a second to lick her different folds, then found her bundle with your tongue, eyes still closed. You pressed flat against it before going a bit more pointy with the tip of your tongue and flicking.

You increased the speed a bit, and switched to sucking every once in a while. You brushed your teeth against her, then sucked a bit with them and your lips. She moaned, and the grip she had. in your hair tightened. You kept sucking there, drinking in her sounds.

Wanting to enjoy yourself too, you moved back down, taking another long and slow lick. Getting the chance to taste all the hard work you were putting in. She moaned again, this time a little more like a whimper. Like she was begging for more.

You used this opportunity to lift her leg on to your shoulder, using one hand to keep it there and the other taking advantage of the new open space. Sliding in one finger, your palm facing up.

"fuck Nami, you feel good." You didn't look up at her to tell her, instead saying it into her pussy so that she could feel the vibrations directly from your vocal cords.

"Y/n..." she said your name like a cry for help, and you knew what she was asking for.

You slid your finger out, putting it in your mouth. You looked up at her as you licked it clean, "You taste so amazing, I feel like I could eat you till I die." The hand she had rested on your head pushed you back down, a bit more forceful. "You are so embarrassing".

You laughed into her and slid your two middle fingers into her, "Tell me about it baby". You once again let her feel the vibrations, hearing your reward immediately after. Her moans sounded so sweet, they sounded even sweeter once you started fingering her and sucking on her clit at the same time.

You were pressing up onto her g-spot, moving your fingers on and off it in a 'come here' motion. She started humping your face a bit, so you figured she was getting closer. You started alternating between sucking, pressing your lips onto her, and licking fast. You felt her hump at a specific rhythm and tried to match it with your fingers.

She moved her other hand to your head and you felt her clench around your fingers.

"Y/n just like that... fuck please... don't stop" Her voice came off as needy and whining and you couldn't be happier.

Then it all aligned, you pressed into her with your fingers, sucked on her clit, and grunted into her. She gasped and let out a louder moan and jutted her hips into your face.

You felt her wetness spill onto your chin and your hand, giving her clit kisses while she came down and had some residual twitches onto your face.

Feeling her lay back and breath heavy, you slowly put her leg down to let her relax fully. You kept your hands on her thighs, tracing shapes into them while you watched her. Her chest was moving up and down, all you could do was sit and watch her.

You were frozen, not knowing what friends do after one of them get eaten out.

"Uh.. id say you are good... uhm... hmmm" Nami's voice was deep and she was still breathing pretty heavy. you were kinda amazed that you were the only reason for her state of being.

"Want me to lay next to you? Or we could get you to bed?" You asked, poking her thigh to make sure she wouldn't fall asleep right then and there.

"What? I don't get both?"

You liked Nami, a little too much. If she asked for all the money you had in that moment you would hand it over, "Yeah you can get both.."

You got out of the water, and grabbed two towels, first making sure yours is secured, then wrapping Nami in one as well. You bent over to her ear, "im gonna pick you up..."

Nami didn't even open her eyes, and you lifted her, bridal style.

Once the two of you were back in the girl's quarters you layed Nami into her bed, "Do you still want me to join you?"

"OF course! come here.." Her tone was more demanding than before, and she forced a hand onto your arm. while she was pulling you, you glanced over to robin. She had the widest smirk on, giving you a knowing glance as you fell onto the bed.

You figured it was obvious, the two of you in towels and Nami being carried, but seeing robin's face made it clear that soon everyone on the ship would know.

But that didn't matter. You could smell namis hair, the braid you did for her still holding up beautifully. Her wavy orange hair was curling around the hair tie still, so you figured you would give it something better. You held the braid in your hand, and the curl wrapped around your finger.

You put your other hand around Nami, it falling somewhere on her waist. Nami did you two the favor of pulling the covers up over your bodies. Once they were covered, the two of you twisted together like threads in a blanket.

This is how you were meant to be.

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