#it turned out so cute and the shading actually looks decent

[moon-lv3r]

whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo ~

🦋 category: scenario

🦋 characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

🦋 summary: in which whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo. sometimes the members of bucciarati’s gang gets them mixed up

🦋 warnings: bunch of sillies and everyone lives !! trish is part of the gang idc what anyone says

🦋 notes: i love this headcanon of mine, it’s so cute

giorno giovanna ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🐞 literally does not realise

🐞 woke up one morning and was too lazy to do his little donuts and let them fly

🐞 bucciarati saw him and greeted him as fugo so giorno turned around and saw a sleepy mista, who also greeted him as fugo

🐞 hm weird

🐞 even abbacchio’s weirdly nicer to him

🐞it didn’t take long for him to realise what’s happening

🐞it’s giorno of course he figured it out

🐞he was going to call them all out but he simply didn’t have the chance to

🐞”oi fugo, pass me that snack” “oi fugo, look at this document, you know a lot about crime right?” “oi fugo help me with this equation!” “fugo let’s watch a slasher film!” “fugo do you mind following me to buy some new clothes?”

🐞being fugo feels like being a slave

🐞he keeps trying to say something but noooo not a chance golden boy

🐞 let’s see how the members of the gang realise that giorno isn’t fugo

bruno bucciarati ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🤐 he’s abit confused on why ‘fugo’ suddenly dressed differently when he asked for him to look at some documents

🤐 “fugo, i think you look great with this new style”

🤐 “uh thanks bucciarati”

🤐 too focused on work to tell that he mixed them up

🤐 it wasn’t until he realised that giorno was nowhere to be found that he started to be suspicious

🤐 order of the members waking up: abbacchio, bucciarati, giorno, trish, fugo, mista, narancia (afternoon)

🤐 “eh where is giorno i need something…”

🤐 “bucciarati i am giorno”

🤐 poor bucciarati, he thought it was a stand attack, mixing everybody up. until he saw giorno’s eyes and realised it’s different

🤐 “apologies for mixing you up with fugo… it’s the hair. but you still did a decent job in helping me with the documents, i’ll get fugo to check them later”

trish una ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

✖️she knew right away

✖️look she’s a girl

✖️have we not seen the stockings and makeup she had narancia buy? of course she knew

✖️”fugo has a different shade of blonde”

✖️giorno is glad that there is one person that he doesn’t need to explain himself to

✖️”the both of you are very different. fugo uses strawberry scents, you don’t. the hair length is different too. your hair is also brighter compared to fugo”

✖️trish does agree that they look similar with the hair

✖️ then she dragged giorno to do some shopping with her and returned somewhere in the afternoon

✖️they bought food and other necessities, alongside random items some of the other members needed

✖️however giorno’s arms are now covered in eyeshadow, lip gloss, lipsticks and other makeup products

pannacotta fugo ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍓”what the fuck?!” when he saw giorno

🍓 he had just finished looking through the documents that bucciarati showed him

🍓 he kept thinking if it’s a stand attack

🍓 it wasn’t so he continued staring at giorno

🍓 “bucciarati… do i have a long lost twin?”

🍓 “no”

🍓 bucciarati decided not to say anything and let fugo figure out all on his own

🍓 fugo decided to confront giorno but he didn’t know that it was giorno that he was confronting

🍓”oi is this some kind of joke?!” he grabbed giorno’s shoulders and roughly spun him around

🍓”oh.”

🍓yeah he realised after spinning giorno around

🍓 he apologised. a lot

leone abbacchio ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍷he actually doesn’t care enough to differentiate between them

🍷 he thought it was weird that there were two fugos but figured it out

🍷 didn’t want to pay attention to the differences they had though

🍷”oi fugo come here” and the person he dragged is giorno

🍷”giorno! get your ass here” and it’s fugo

🍷he’s nicer to giorno when he thought that giorno was fugo

🍷fugo is honestly fed up with being treated like shit while giorno doesn’t really mind

🍷even the strawberry scent that fugo wears did little to help

🍷”wearing fugo’s stupid scents now i see” to fugo, thinking it’s giorno

🍷 yes abbacchio is not a fan of sweet scents

🍷bucciarati had to tell him but does he care who is who? no he still mixes them up, on purpose now

🍷 abbacchio noticed some of the makeup on giorno’s arm, asked about it and decided to buy them the first chance he gets

🍷 he just took the opportunity to kinda make them do his work

guido mista ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🔫 well well well… he could not tell the difference at all

🔫 “fugo where is your sweet scent?” when he’s talking to giorno

🔫 “where is giorno” he asks giorno, who he thought was fugo

🔫 fugo somehow hasn’t lost his temper

🔫 giorno and fugo just looked at each other in disappointment

🔫 it didn’t help that abbacchio mixes them up too so there’s just two grown men mixing up fugo and giorno

🔫 trish decided to mess with mista and join in

🔫 bucciarati is busy doing his mafia boss stuff to engage

🔫 poor mista is just getting confused every 10 seconds

🔫 trish is loving this too, just constantly messing around with mista

🔫 he only realised what’s going on when trish absolutely lost her shit and started laughing

🔫 trish and mista decided to mess with narancia, much to fugo and giorno’s dismay

🔫 giorno is secretly enjoying it while fugo just wants to get on with his day

narancia ghirga ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍊 the above is his exact reaction to the scene before him

🍊 trish and mista used makeup and contact lenses to make fugo and giorno look the exact same, except for the hair

🍊 fugo was protesting of course

🍊 “no you will not! my eyes! what are these?!” he screams as mista puts in contacts for him. trish is gentle with giorno

🍊 narancia rubbed his eyes, there’s two fugo’s in front of him

🍊”aha that’s fugo’s brother! nice to meet you i’m narancia!”

🍊 mista and trish lost their shit. giorno giggled and fugo sighed

🍊”yes… my long lost brother…” fugo played along

🍊 narancia kept asking ‘fugo’s brother’ about their childhood together. the brother is a year younger than fugo, just like giorno

🍊 mista shouted for abbacchio and bucciarati to come over and watch what was happening

🍊 bucciarati was amused, abbacchio thought it was abit stupid but egged it on anyway

🍊 “don’t you think fugo’s brother is as stupid looking as giorno?” abbacchio added

🍊”now that you mentioned it, i see it! fugo you should have your brother meet giorno! eh where is giorno?” narancia is just getting played at this point

🍊this is basically free entrainment

🍊 it only ended when bucciarati spoke to giorno, like he’s giorno because he needed giorno for something

🍊 “wait… that’s giorno..? MISTA!”

[laylaysdelusions]

My silver dress and your kisses

(Pazzi x reader)

A/n: ok guys this is a long one! It’s 1500+ words of a slutty mess<3

You adjust your spaghetti strap of your dress and spritz your vanilla perfume once or twice and the. You follow your gfs out the door.

The entire car ride had tension due to the fact both Azzi and Paige were wanting to rip that silver dress right off your body but they just had to wait until tonight.

As you arrived at the club, the bouncer immediately looked you up and down with a smirk and being your oblivious little self you didn’t notice but Paige and Azzi sure as hell did. They both gave him a disgusted face, making him quit. The thing about going out with your girlfriends is that they are very possessive and when they don’t like something or someone they let it be known. You pretend like it bothers you but it really doesn’t.

You walk hand and hand with Paige to the bar, Azzi following. They order you a few tequila shots, slipping extra cash to the bartender without you noticing. Paige’s nil money comes in handy for night outs.

You suddenly heard your favorite song come on. “Please dance with me guysss” you whine, tipsy. “Ok baby just this song” Azzi says and Paige nods. You move over to the dance floor full of drunk rich people. You grab Paige’s face and reach on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your cheeks turn red. “Strawberry lipgloss?” She smiles and you mumble a ‘yes’. Azzi raises an eyebrow, making you remember. “You are not gonna give mommy a taste?” she pouts in a condescending tone.

“Of course I will mommy” you replied crossing your arms over your stomach, leaning up to kiss her too. Your height make them both coo everytime you give them a kiss. It takes so much effort for you since they’re so tall and big. Your small size actually turns them on more than they’d admit to you. Paige notices that your dress is pulled up a little, revealing your cute lacy panties.

“I see your panties baby” she says in a voice that lets you know she’s correcting you. Your hands pull it down, making a tit almost pop out. Azzi twists her face, you know they’re not very happy with your outfit choice for a public appearance. “Sweet girl you know better” Paige slaps your ass, causing you to flinch. “You must want to be a little brat tonight huh?” Paige grits her teeth.

“How about this, we’ll spend another hour here but you have to sit in one of our laps the entire time and no more drinking either, alright?” Azzi says. She's not as mad as Paige but she’s still mad. You calmly walk over to the seating booths. Paige pulls you into her lap, wrapping her veiny and long fingers around your waist.

You want to have more tequila but there’s no arguing with your girlfriends what they say is final. You pick at your acrylics as you avoid eye contact. “Whatcha quit talkin’ for?” the blonde looks at you, a glint of lust lies in her eyes. “D-don’t know” you mumble. Paige takes a sniff of your scent, making her chuckle. “Vanilla hm?” She says. You nod. “That’s cute, you know we like that one”.

Azzi scoots closer to you, resting her hand on your thigh. You’re not that dumb you’re aware she’s trying to rile you up so by the time you go home you’re desperate. “I know it’s been a while since we went out, i’m sorry sweet thing” azzi rubs her hand on your leg, massaging it. Paige on the other hand is taking in your appearance, smell, pure sweetness. She wants to put you over her lap for being the tease you are but fuck she has a soft spot for you.

You can’t help but turn red at the thought that anyone can see you smashed between the Paige bueckers and Azzi Fudd. This club is all three of your favorites because it’s too expensive for the average fan girl to afford so it is more private but you still never know.

Your brain has been so busy you haven’t paid much attention to their attire till now. Azzi is wearing a lavender dress with a decently high slit on the side. You don’t miss that it's Paige’s favorite shade either. Paige is wearing an all white suit. She knows that her girls think it’s sexy.

You feel the need to go to the bathroom so you ask them to get up. They say yes of course so you walk down the hallway with your heels hitting the floor. You walk in and see a girl with cakey makeup and a black and white suit on. “Hi baby girl” she says, giving you a wink that makes you cringe. “Sorry not interested” you say quickly going into a stall.

You finish and walk out to the sinks and unfortunately she’s still standing there. “Oh come on don’t be that way” she says in an aggravating voice. “I’m taken and I wouldn’t be interested anyway” you sass her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Your ass looks too good in that mamas” she says and you give her a gag in response. As you go to leave the restroom you realize that Azzi and Paige are standing right there and they witnessed the whole thing.

“What the fuck” Paige says to the random girl. “Oh shit” the girl says, running away like a bitch. You assume she recognized your girlfriends. Azzi grabs your arm so tight it must have accidentally left a bruise. They pretty much drag you to the car. You know they probably aren’t mad at you but more so the girl, it’s still an excuse to fuck you roughly.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your small body is immediately pushed up against the wall. “What was that little stunt with this fuckin’ dress hm?” She says. “Your tits are practically falling out of it and your ass is literally showing” she says through gritted teeth. Azzi must have gone to the bedroom because you didn't see her. You don’t think about it long because you’re distracted by Paige’s lips on the sweet spot behind your ear. You bite your lip as your panties dampen slightly. Paige picks you up like you’re light work as she brings you to the bedroom.

That’s when you see Azzi sitting on the bed with a strap attached to her hips. Fuck. You know you’re in for a long night right then and there. “Don’t be shy honey come here” the curly headed girl beckoned you over. Paige leans down to your ear level. “You better ride that shit like your life depends on it and if you don’t do it correctly you get no orgasm and a spanking”. You frantically nod.

Azzi pulls up your dress just enough to see your wet panties. “Our baby loves being treated like a toy doesn’t she?” Azzi says and you shake your head yes. She rips your underwear down your legs. You try to ease yourself slowly onto the silicon cock but Azzi doesn’t approve, she shoves you down on it so hard it makes your head spin in circles. “Oh fuck!” You yell out.

“Shh” she pacifies you. You almost forgot Paige was still in the room until started to feel kisses down your neck. You let out a small whine even though you tried to stay quiet. You keep flopping up and down on Azzi’s dick while Paige kisses all around your body. You feel like you're floating. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood but you don’t even care.

Paige brings her hand down to slap your ass, leaving her hand print. You’re squirming so much on the strap because it feels so good. It has to be atleast 7 inches and you feel it everywhere. Azzi presses on your stomach to show you where her dick is. Paige speaks up against your face.

“Ya feel that? She’s in your stomach baby” the blonde laughs at you as if you’re just a little kid no one is concerned about.

Your body is alive as you feel the knot in your stomach approaching. “Please please” you shutter underneath their fiery touches. “Mommy please!” You say as your body starts to shake. “Go ahead, let go on your mommy’s cock” Paige says, your reaction is instant. Your juices leak out all over the three of you. You fucking squirted. After you catch your breath you turn strawberry red because you realize you’ve made a mess on them.

“I think you should clean her dick up, don't ya think?” You nod at the blondie’s instructions. You lay down towards the strap and wrap your lips around it. You damn near choke on it when you feel Paige enter a finger inside your pussy. You are still soaked and you know the bed is probably soaked too. Paige pushes her thick finger further inside causing you to gag around the cock. “F-fuck” you stutter with your mouth full. “Quit whining” she says and slaps your ass again. Azzi looks into your eyes, you flush deeper. Between the sounds of your mouth in the strap and the wetness of your pussy lips you’re drowning.

Tears stream down your face with pleasure behind them. You feel the familiar warmth again and it’s obvious to the both of them you’re about to cum. “Shh let it out” Azzi says as she grips your hair aggressively. Paige jerks your face away from the strap, leaving you coughing and cumming. “Oh- sh- thank you” you say with a high pitched whine that leaves your mouth.

You turn over on your back, panting and crying. You make little hums and puffs, trying to gain your strength back. They massage your legs and back until you come back to normal. You go back to your bashful state.

“Thank you..” You sigh in contentment with the both of your girls.

Taglist: @muhlslover @heart4caitlin @cosmopretty @mrsarnold

[smol-eepy-femboy]

(Reminder: I do NOT have a feminization kink! I just like dressing up and feeling pretty. While I do like submitting to someone and letting them dress me up, I do NOT like being humiliated about it. THIS IS A COPING MECHANISM FOR ME AND I JUST WANNA BE A PRINCESS SOMETIMES🥺)

I finally open up to you about my feminine side, about how I like dressing up girly because it makes me feel better about how I look. I’m not sure if you like this side of me, but little do I know you desperately want to show off your pretty boyfriend in an outfit you just bought for me. You tell me we’re going out, but don’t go into details except for “I need to help you get ready.” You start off by shaving off all my body hair until my skin is smooth. Then you lay out the feminine outfit you want me to wear. I blush as I see how feminine it is. It’s a decently short skirt, thigh highs, and your crop top hoodie. I stand there staring at the outfit, feeling my cheeks grow a darker shade of red. “This is the outfit you wanted me to wear?” I question as I feel myself grow increasingly anxious knowing I’d be going out in public. “Well…how else am I supposed to show off my pretty boy?” You smirk at me imagining how perfect the outfit would look on me. “Go on darling, mommy wants to see how gorgeous my princess looks in their new outfit!” I internally melt as I hear that name, and I quickly begin putting on the outfit, not wanting to disappoint you. As I start putting on the skirt, you stop me. “Hold on beautiful, I forgot something.” I feel my heart flutter as I wonder to myself what the last item could be. You then return, another smirk on your face as you approach me. You admire my freshly shaven body as I’m standing there in just my boxers. You then hand me another bag from the store, “Sorry baby, but those boxers won’t do, they’ll peek out under your skirt and it will ruin the outfit.” I frown as I open up the bag and pull out a pair of…panties. You look down at me seeing my eyes widen, my face now completely red. “Come on babe, put them on for me, you wanna be a good princess right?” “Y-yes mommy,” I stutter. I put on the rest of the outfit and turn back around to see you blush a little bit, your eyes sparkling as you coo at me about how cute I look. “There’s my gorgeous boy, so so pretty aren’t you? Now it’s time to do your nails and makeup!” I get more nervous but it makes me smile seeing how excited you are. You do my nails and some simple makeup and have me stand in the mirror to see how I look. My mouth drops open as I gasp. I look…prettier?! I feel my eyes tear up as I actually start admiring how I look but…I feel so guilty. “I look ridiculous” I say as I try to fight back tears, “why am I like this?” You wrap your arms around me and kiss my forehead. “Baby, you aren’t ridiculous, if this helps you feel more positive about your body, then so be it! I actually really love this about you, I’m happy that you get to be both my prince and my princess.” You lift my chin and wipe the tears from my eyes. “You’re perfect the way you are, I love you beautiful.” “I love you too mommy, but no one will be as perfect as you,” I reply as I admire the goddess standing in front of me. “Come on baby, let’s go get some food, I wanna show off my gorgeous princess….”

SORRY I KNOW THIS ONES LONG MY MIND JUST KEPT THINKING OF MORE🥹

PART 2 MAYBE???

[wwasted]

me, lying here wide awake at 4 am unable to stop thinking about a clegan social media high school au. so here’s a thousand words of Thoughts so maybe I can sleep tonight.

Gale’s instagram isn’t all that telling when you’re viewing it. He doesn’t really post himself that often because he doesn’t find himself that interesting to look at despite how the girls at school react to him. It’s all pictures of endless Wyoming skies in shades of orange and pink, animals he sees while he walks home from school, and Marge. The few photos he does have of himself are giving artsy indie folk all americana boy, the tousled blond hair and blueblueblue eyes. John’s page on the other hand is chaos. He regularly posts memes that make absolutely no sense, like he’s def got deep fried brain rot. He has notifications turned on for the nutter butter TikTok account. It’s a lot of him at parties hanging off people because he’s tactile and loves being a good time boy. And then even more prevalent is him in his baseball uniform. Which is how Gale finds him one day, when he pops up on his popular page and he just about throws his phone out the window. For a minute he almost panic refreshes because his mind is not ready to confront the fact that he’s definitely fucking gay judging by the way he felt like he was falling out of a plane without a parachute at just a glance of John. And honestly who could blame him? The tight baseball pants tucked into long socks, the shirt that looks way too tight to actually be something the guy can wear to play a sport, the serious determined look he has. And Gale refuses to believe this dude isn’t a fucking actor or a model or something because who the fuck looks like that as a teenager? Yeah Gale got an average height and decent voice from the puberty lottery but he sure as fuck wasn’t built like that. And then he clicks on his page and realizes that John has 600 something followers (which is crazy, bc Gale has like 60, he can’t imagine knowing that many people) and is definitely a high school student judging by his bio. And he just kind of dies a little bit? He feels light headed, like he’s been struck dumb by just one picture of this kid. And is it possible to fall in love with someone from just one picture? Gale doesn’t want to deal with those thoughts. So he just turns off his phone and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep so he can’t forget about John and baseball pants. He doesn’t even fucking like sports.

But he definitely remembers John’s username (even though he’d rather not and it’s probably something weird so he really shouldn’t) and he’ll come back a few times a week and check to see if John’s posted anything new. And John doesn’t disappoint. He’s much more open about sharing himself and his life than Gale ever could be. And he’s content with having this crush from afar because he’s absolutely never following this guy (yeah he has a lot of followers, but not enough that he wouldn’t notice if someone new followed him) and it all goes according to plan until he’s sitting with Marge at lunch one day, and she’s hanging off him, arm around his shoulders, talking to one of her girlfriends. And Gale can’t resist sneaking a peek at John’s insta. (Cue Gale frantically googling whether it’s possible to be addicted to looking at a person) and Marge just happens to glance down when she feels the change in his body language and it’s totally innocent, she just thinks maybe this is some guy Gale is talking to, she knows he’s been trying to discreetly explore his sexuality more and is trying to be supportive, so she says “oh he’s cute” and reaches down and double taps a photo of John leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand, head slightly tilted back so his neck is exposed in a way that’s fucking indecent, especially with the way the collar of his black shirt is loose, like someone grabbed it and pulled so there’s just a flash of strong shoulder and collarbone. Somehow even worse he’s kinda sweaty, curls a mess, smiling at the person taking the picture like he just got away with something. And Gale loses it lmao like he’s not mad because he hates getting mad but also what the fuck and he quickly explains all this to Marge who feels absolutely terrible but also tries to talk Gale into not unliking the photo “it’ll just make it even more weird, I promise, he probably won’t even see it or he’ll think it’s someone he goes to school with it’ll be fine” and she’s so calm and reassuring that Gale starts to believe her (even tho in the back of his mind he realizes that he couldn’t have liked a more incriminating photo if he tried, he sneaks a glance at the likes and comments the photo already has and it’s almost all girls with a few guys sprinkled in which duh the photo is fucking pure sin and absolutely should not be perceived by people but Gale thanks whatever higher power there is that John doesn’t seem to realize that)

And so he goes home and is content with the fact that it’ll probably be fine. He’ll take a tolerance break from looking at John and in a week, everything will be normal again. He’ll quietly thirst from a far and work on getting the hell out of this town. But then right before he’s going to bed, he gets a notification from instagram. And he assumes it’s Marge sending him cat memes like she always does so he’s not really thinking anything of it until he wakes up his phone and his mind completely crashes out bc that is definitely John’s fucking username with a DM attached. Gale doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, quite literally catapulting himself from his bed and immediately FaceTimes Marge while silently screaming. And she’s trying so hard to be supportive and not laugh at Gale’s reaction, but she can’t help it. He’s worse than she is when she has a crush. She slowly coaxes him to at least read the preview of the message, even if Gale is adamant that he’s not opening it, in fact he’s deleting his instagram. He’s deleting all his social media. He’s getting rid of his phone and he’s gonna hike into the mountains of Wyoming and live off grid until he dies.

“hey do I know u?”

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Also i imagine gale’s profile picture being something like this:

bc like i said artsy lil indie fucker and when John (who is very comfortable in his bisexuality) sees it he can’t believe that’s a real person in the world (which funny bc Gale doesn’t view himself as someone who would be attractive to others, in his mind he’s average, maybe below average bc of his anti social tendencies) and John is just hoping that this is some new kid at their school and he’s absolutely going to r u i n him so he hits the follow button and sends that message, hoping hoping hoping.

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Does Marge talk him into replying? How does Gale explain himself to John? If he does, how does John take the fact that Gale lives almost 16 hours away from him?

Next time on dragon ball z or smth

[merakiui]

Rental (Boy/Girl)friend!darling is really appealing to me! Imagine if darling was the pretty and proper type kyaaaahh💙💙💙

(tw: yandere, noncon)

My fave incel Idia probably got way too attached to darling. This has infinite yandere scenarios! 💙

Idia just raw dogging rental!Darling against their will! Omg... Baby trapping too hhhhh.

Imagine if darling complains to his parents about it except papa and mama shroud congratulated darling instead.

"Just come to us if you need financial backing!"

"This wasn't in the contract!"

Omg yes!!! >v< He definitely gets too swept up in the feelings of being in a (contractual) relationship that he forgets the two of you are only in a relationship for however long you spend with him every other day. Outside of that, you’re not his and he’s not yours. Idia’s grown so attached to the fluffy relationship you’ve created with him that he takes to sneaking trackers into your bag and finding ways to watch you through cameras when you think you’re all alone in your home.

He’s always thought no one would ever truly understand him or have the same passions as him, so when you always play games with him (and you’re actually fairly decent at some of them) or when you binge anime with him or when you get into eager discussions over your favorite characters and the idols he’s introduced you to, he falls even harder for you. You’re everything he could ever want. In the back of his mind, he’s somewhat aware you’re just cultivating this image for him so that you can be his ideal partner. But that doesn’t matter to him. It’s the experience! The honesty! The dedication to your job and hefty paycheck this totally authentic relationship!

And babytrapping as well! I like to think he gets a little confidence with you around. He knows you won’t judge him and if you do it’s all silent. <3 you’re the most perfect partner, after all! So maybe he feels just slightly confident when gently kissing turns more hungry and determined, and he’s too in love with you to think about stopping when you lift your shirt over your head and slip out of your shorts. You’re so perfect. He could stare at you for hours, and he does, so caught up in his own delusions and excitement. Normally 3D does nothing for him. The idea of having real sex always made him shudder, but Idia can’t help thinking how hot you are all spread out on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he stretches you out with slim fingers. And you make the cutest sounds, too. For once he’s forever grateful his parents rented you for his sake, otherwise he never would’ve met you. It’s a relief he let them and Ortho talk him into giving this thing a try.

You try to remind him about condoms, but do you really think Idia owns a package of those? You really wish, but he promises he’ll pull out before he cums. He’s not some virgin who’d get so pussy-drunk he ends up spilling hot and deep (he is). He’s awkward at first, his face flushed the brightest shade of pink, all the way to the tips of his hair as he tries to hold you, touch you, be cool about this entire thing. It’s cute! He considers backing out because he’s so nervous, but you spread yourself so nicely for him and you even wore that lingerie he got you… (it’s somewhere on his bed, but that really doesn’t matter now). You assure him it’ll be okay. When you wrap a slick hand around his dick and give him a few reassuring pumps, looking up at him with the most lascivious of looks, he’s sold.

Idia has always assumed real sex was something like hentai, but the moment he’s slotted himself inside you he’s nearly crumpling. It’s so much warmer and tighter inside you. Definitely much better than his hand or any fleshlight he’s ever used. He feels almost dizzy when he looks down at you and you wrap your arms around him to tug him close and omg your legs just wrapped around his waist!!!! He’s internally fanboying over it LOL. This is everything he could ever want. Needless to say, he becomes pussy-drunk rather fast, and within the first minute or so he’s cumming in thick spurts and you’re too dazed to realize this at first. :) and after fumbling around for a little bit, trying to find a pace that isn’t so awkward, he’s finally settled into a good groove.

He makes a mess out of you, but then he’s also quite a mess after emptying so many loads inside you. By the third one, you’re begging him to pull out, mumbling through moans and gasps that you don’t want to get pregnant. You can’t afford to take so much time off your job to care for a baby, and you don’t even have the money for one right now. But money’s never been a problem for Idia—not when your family’s mega wealthy and super influential. Maybe it’s the sex and his dick talking, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you all swollen and round with his baby. <3 and maybe if you did get pregnant you could finally be his real partner. For once the idea of marriage isn’t so terrifying to Idia, nor is parenthood. But then he’s also incredibly pussy-drunk when he’s fucking you raw, so maybe he’s not in the most sensible mindset. ^^;;; but it’s okay. His parents will provide so much love and support. How could they ever be mad at you and Idia? You’re already part of the family now!

[beansnsoup]

“I love you.” “I know.”

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summary- Halloween is right around the corner, and this year it’s Erics turn to pick costumes.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, fem reader

You sat in the Forman’s basement flipping through the style catalog that Jackie brought over for you to borrow.  You always tried to at least look decent, Jackie would always gripe about your and Donna’s style, but you brushed it off because you knew whatever you wore she would have some kind of opinion on it, you still loved her though.

It was quiet until a scream came from Jackie then a bunch of laughter following after, “Michael!”  You look over towards her to find Kelso taking off a cheap Halloween store mask, Hyde with Elvis shades on with the sideburns attached, and Eric holding a bag with two costumes in it.

“What’s that?” You ask him, nodding your head to the bag, he smirked, “Ours Halloween costumes.”  Oh god, you totally forgot he was in charge of costume planning this year, you did not trust him at all, last year you forced him to be Tommy while you were Carrie.  He pulled the costumes out of the bag and showed you a Han Solo and a Princess Leia Costume, it wasn’t terrible.

“I can work with that,” You turn to Jackie and point at her, “You, my very fashionable friend, will be doing my hair.”  She claps in excitement; you knew you wouldn’t be able to do your hair like Leias by yourself.  Eric jumps over the couch and throws an arm around you, “What are our plans for Halloween anyway?”  Donna asks, you guys obviously weren’t going Trick or Treating, you all knew for a fact the adult would turn you down for being “too old.”

“Dad was thinking about closing down Grooves for a Halloween party

 thing, he’s only letting a certain amount of people in.”  Hyde informed us, we all smiled at each other, now knowing what you all were going to do for Halloween.

-

You, Donna, and Jackie all say in a circle on Donna’s bedroom floor, “You’re not actually going to wear that costume, are you?” Jackie asked you, taking another puff from the join Donna handed to her.  You shrugged, “I actually think it’s really cute, Leia and Han are such a power couple.”  Jackie rolled her eyes in response to yours.  

“What are you and Kelso gonna do?” Donna asked her, she smiled like she was about to blow us away by her idea, “Daphne and Fred.”  You and Donna just looked at each other and laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, they’re like super complicated, and Fred just kind of, I don’t know, is dumb and ignores her, kind of like you and Kelso.”  You tell her, causing Donna to burst out laughing again. Jackie huffed out and got up and walked to the bathroom, you turn to look at Donna who’s now rolling on the floor, “You should look for someone at the party on Halloween.”

She calms down and looks at you, “I don’t know, all of my relationships have been so bad.”  

“Yeah but, you won’t know unless you try, right?”  

-

You were in Erics bathroom, everyone was getting ready together before you all headed to Grooves.  Jackie had already stuck like 20 bobby pins in your hair just for the first bun, she was doing a really good job, better that you could’ve done, so you weren’t complaining.

Donna walked in dressed up as Wonder Woman, “Oh my God, Donna you look hot!” You compliment me her was she laughs, “Stop moving.” Jackie says, she has bobby pins held between her teeth so it’s hard to make out what she said.”

She sticks the last bobby pin in, “There! All done!” Jackie smiles at her work, “This looks awesome, Thanks Jackie.”  You get up from the stool and leave the bathroom as the girls follow behind, all the boys are down in the basement waiting for you guys.  Hyde was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier in the week, a normal out fit with Elvis sideburn sunglasses.

“Are you guys ready or are we going to sit in the basement all night?”  Donna asks them, they all turn towards you guys while getting up, then everyone walks outside to the car to finally be getting on the way.

You’re all smooshed in the car; Hyde is flooring the gas so the limit of people doesn’t get before you guys.  He pulls in the parking lot of the record store, thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars parked just yet, everyone piles out of the car, Eric puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek, “You look awesome.”  You smile at him, “Thank you babe, just don’t ruin my hair.” You warn him.

He unwraps his arm and puts both of them up to “surrender.”  The store looks great, Angie did a great job, she’s in the corner of the store setting up drinks, she dressed up as Catwoman.  She noticed Hyde and the gang come in and walks up to greet you all, “So? What do think?”  

“It looks great!” You tell her, she smiles at you and kisses your cheek and walks off.  

-

You all got to this party at roughly 9:00, it was no 1 in the morning.  Hyde insisted on staying at the store to help out his siter in cleaning up for the workday, so everyone left without him.  You hopped in the front seat with Eric, sliding close to his side, he dropped everyone off at their places instead of taking them back to his place, you were the only one he took back home.

You both tried to hardest to be quiet when walking into the basement, not wake up his parents, scratch that, wake up Red.  He grabbed you hand once your feet hit the floor, dragging you to the couch, you guys had had a few drinks that night, not too many so Hydes dad wouldn’t go bazerk. 

Eric was still a little tipsy though, now that you thought about it, letting him drive everyone home wasn’t the best idea.  He glided his lips up to yours, bringing you in to a soft kiss, you obviously kissed back, he wasn’t terribly drunk.

After a few minutes of making out you both quietly headed upstairs to his bedroom, you told him no funny business, you were too tired to let anything escalate.  You sat down in front of a mirror you accidently left over at his house last week, taking out all the bunches of bobby pins Jackie put in your hair, it surprisingly stayed up all night.

He didn’t even try to get out of his Han costume, he instead walked over to you, you looked up at him and gave him a peck,

“I love you.”

Eric has alway been my go to for that 70s show boys, and he has like little to no fics, now that 90s show is pretty popular i decided to feed onto that, also how would yall feel about a Nate or Gwen Runck fic?

“I know.”

[blackbloodteeth]

@chickycherrycola Since I eated your words last night :-)

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Grogginess blinks from Maka's eyes before she stretches her arms high above her head, tensing the desk nap out of her neck as she wanders out of her room, slowing a bit when she sees Soul humming to himself over by the oven (cuuuuute). She can't help but lean against the wall quietly as she watches that big ol' grin of his and the way his shark tail sways to some beat she wasn't in on yet – Certainly the sign of mischief being afoot.

Hands behind her back, she actually manages to sneak over to him unnoticed in the… well whatever it was preoccupying him at the counter. Maka really wants to take a peek now that she can smell something tasty wafting over from him, but alas his fairly decent observational skills finally catches up with him and he turns suddenly, face like a startled cat caught committing crimes (say that five times fast).

And of course, Maka's eye immediately falls to the little something in his hand that he was applying frosting to. "Whatcha makin'," she hums ever so innocently.

A laugh rumbles down all the way to the end of the fin on his back now that he catches on to her here. "I'm makin' sushi," he hums ever so innocently.

"…Sushi?"

"Yes – Here, try one." Hesitantly she takes the little sushi he deposits right in her hand until a smile captures her face, ear to ear, when she instantly recognizes the texture of a still-warm pastry that happens to look just like a bed of rice topped with raw fish. Which she shoves directly into her mouth and immediately falls in love with.

"Ohmyhod Shoul –" He's got his arms crossed like some kind of masterful chef as she's almost dancing in place, quickly switching gears as she fishes her phone from her pajama pants' pocket (say that five times fast). Soul almost stumbles aside as she ushers him out of the way, readying her camera while setting the half-eaten pastry down by its brethren. "I am so taking a photo of this."

"You like sushi now?" he chuckles nervously.

Maka furrows her eyebrows at him funny before hopping up to him and pecking him on the cheek, completely missing the absolute drop of surprise on his face and the very noteworthy shade of red it's turning as she's just fussing with the placement of her generously nibbled sushi into frame. "Of course I love it, it's so clever and cute!"

Always the busybody, she gets the photos framed and snapped lickety-split, already writing a gushing review on her social medias (and tagging him mercilessly to boot) until she finally pulls away when a somewhat distracting knocking drumming nearby grounds her back to this reality, her eyebrows furrowing at Soul's tail wagging so furiously it's slamming the counter and the cheek he's holding is so red she can only assume the worst. "Are you okay- Should I not have tagged you everywhere?!"

"Y-You too!" he eventually sputters out like he coughed something up. Has her staring at him like he just had, too.

"Uhhh… thanks?" At the angle she tilts her head she can perfectly see the way he's now holding completely still is the exact thing he does when he tries not to make any new moves and embarrass himself, causing a corner to lift in her mouth and for her shoulders to straighten while she finishes her last post. "Well, I posted them everywhere regardless, because Soul you've got a talent and the world has got to see it the same way I do – They are just so well done, I think you've finally convinced me to eat sushi," Maka laughs with all the innocence in the world.

Soul, of course, finally remembers just to breathe.

[jackgreste]

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

A Hokuto Hidaka Fic.

A royalty Prince!Hokuto x Princess!Reader fic because I'm so smitten by his new card.

# tags // FLUFF, tooth-rotting fluff, royalty au, soft hokuto, i don't know i just want to write prince hokke, one-shot

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"Your Highness," Tomoya's voice echoed throughout the office, desperately trying to coax Hokuto out of his usual daydreaming stance. This has been happening for atleast a week, and It's starting to concern the light brown haired assistant.

"Your Highness!" Raising his voice, Hokuto finally snapped out of his trance and went back to working on the mountain of paperworks. He groaned, struggling to stay focused.

"Apologies." Hokuto clears his throat, gripping on the pen diligently again. His feet tapping the floor impatiently, a tint of irritation began to rise inside of Tomoya. There's clearly something troubling him, but he refuses to share it as always.

"Pardon my rudeness, Your Highness. But I notice that you haven't been exactly focused on doing your duties. Is something the matter?" Tomoya looked at him with determination, the assistant looked eager to help and listen to all of his Prince's problems as usual.

Hokuto contemplated for a moment, before his face turned a light shade of red. Tomoya held back a chuckle, thinking that the usual cold prince looked cute in a split second there. Tomoya mentally scolded himself for his improper thoughts. "Care to tell me? I assure you my assistance as always."

"... Promise to not laugh?" Tomoya was on the verge of laughing already, seeing how flustered the prince is. But he'd rather not get himself beheaded. "I won't dare to laugh at my dear prince's mind."

"You see... The princess is going to visit." Tomoya's brain clicked with an'oh.'

"So? Your concern is...?" Tomoya kept a polite smile on his face, not wanting to embarrass the foolishly in love prince.

"I haven't prepared anything in advance," his voice came with an urgency. "These clothes are old. I've been working for 4 hours straight, I must've looked... Less decent."

Tomoya stood behind his back, patting his shoulders. "You look as handsome as the day she fell in love with you, my prince!" Hokuto's shoulder slumped, hearing Tomoya's reassurance. "Worry not, Her Highness must be happy to meet you under any circumstances."

"Thanks, Tomoya." Hokuto shoot him a warm smile. Tomoya swore he would actually get on one knees for Hokuto if he was a girl.

So, he waited anxiously. Waiting for his beloved princess' arrival. He always turned into an anxious mess upon meeting her, not wanting to form any mistakes.

"Your Highness, the princess is here!" Hokuto practically bolted outside hearing the announcement. He was grinning ear to ear, running with a speed he didn't know he could achieve.

His heart beats even more, approaching the carriage slowly. He stood in front of it, waiting for her.

As if the sun emerges after the rain, her reckless attitude made her jump straight into his arms. "Hokuto!" She exclaimed, not bothering that they might fall. But of course, Hokuto was strong enough to maintain their stance after such an adorable and hasty greeting.

"H-Hello, darling." He stuttered, which was unlike him who always practiced on how to appear dignified. He was the prince, afterall.

But in front of her, he was just a loverboy.

"We should head inside." He lowered her to the ground, maintaining his reserved nature. She just laughed, wrapping her arms around his. Isn't she clingy today?

Hokuto took her to the palace's greenhouse, a perfect, private spot for the two lovers who needs quality time.

"Pink roses!" She exclaimed, captivated by the beauty of the flora planted all over the area. Hokuto ordered the gardeners to do so a while ago, since he knew it was her favorite. And he wanted to give her a little surprise for her next visit.

"Your favorite, darling." She was admiring the roses, but his eyes was locked on her. His rose.

"How did you know?"

"You also like strawberry parfait, calico cats, and pancake with half tablespoon of maple syrup." He said confidently, listing all of the things she liked.

"You forgot one thing." A smirk appeared on her face, inching closer.

"Ah, really? How careless of me."

"I also really like you."

He held out a laugh at her cute attempt to flirt. She puffed her cheeks, "Hey, what's so funny?!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore, he started to let out a laugh he never did in front of the others. In front of eyes that aren't his beloved's.

She was struck. He rarely ever showed his emotions, and she felt giddy, knowing that she was the one who caused it.

"Don't ever smile again, or laugh."

"Haha.. what, is it weird?"

"No. But others might fall for you like that."

He sat on the railing, taking her hands in his and closing the distance between them. He kissed the back of her knuckles, his lips lingering there longer than it should.

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

He pulled her into his lap in one swift motion, making her yelp. "Hokuto!"

"So, can this prince demand something only you can give?" His gloved thumb running over her lower lip, his gaze lowered, turning her stomach into a whirlwind.

"You may."

And Hokuto swore, there were more pink roses blooming inside his heart than the ones planted in the garden.

[aeide-thea]

tagged by @aldieb! thx for thinking of me, these little questionnaires are like. a cute little blast from tumblr's more interactive past :)

last song: i was going to have to give a sad little answer here about how i don't listen to music nearly enough anymore (never mind sing) and it's very definitely a reflection of my depression, but then i entirely out of nowhere and very urgently was like 'wait actually i have to listen to gordon lightfoot's "song for a winter's night" right now' so then i dashed off and did that and now that's the answer:

if i could know within my heart that you were lonely too i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with you…

favorite color: oof so so many!! colors are so important. the signature one has gotta be a really highlighter-vivid chartreuse (🎾), but i do also really love me a good marigold orange? not to mention vermilion, or ochre, or moss green, or really saturated cobalt, or shades of rust or russet…

last movie/show: shetland bbc, which is a quiet well-acted murder mystery series set in a very beautiful very remote landscape. soothing if you like the british isles and can bear to entertain the fantasy of a decent policeman, at least for an hour or so at a time. also i admit to enjoying douglas henshall's face.

sweet/spicy/savory: all the best things are savory and also spicy! like. the jamaican curried chicken i grew up with. indian curries. malaysian laksa my beloved. can you tell i like curry. :D

relationship status: sidebar but this is such an amatonormative question lol. like why are we societally expected to look at 'relationship' and infer 'romantic.' also it seems like a weird outlier given that all the other qs are low-stakes little softballs abt yr tastes. however. extremely single! sometimes i'm sad about it because i miss sexual intimacy and i'm too shy to pursue that with strangers? but honestly most of the time i'm just as glad, because i don't actually know how to love people romantically without making a whole self-abnegating religion of it, so i'm not really convinced that dating was ever really all that good for me, on the whole…

last thing i googled: i use duckduckgo now, and you should too! :) having said that: 'yoal boat.' which is a very beautiful traditional style of shetland boat—apparently descended from a norwegian model?—that the islanders used to use for fishing, and then for storage draw up onto the land into these little prepared hollows called noosts (they have marinas now), which like. obviously i think is the most charming word imaginable. a cozy little noost for a lovely little boat! 🪺

current obsession(s): yoals aside, i guess the thing that best fits this category is that sometime in the last year or so i turned into Merino Guy??? like. even my boxer briefs are merino now (well, a merino-tencel blend) and like. it's so good, guys. comfy in a startlingly wide range of temps, helps me lessen my contribution to the microplastics problem, somehow even makes for reasonable athletic wear in the right weights and cuts: what's not to like. anyway brb, gotta go print out my 'NOT 🐑ISH ABOUT MERINO' bumper sticker. :D

tag 9 people: oof idk, do this if you'd enjoy it and ignore it if you wouldn't? gonna make like west and pull some names from my activity feed: @e-b-reads, @ghostofasecretary, @leatherbookmark, @nathanielthecurious, @obstinatecondolement, @papavera, @quailfang, @tisiphoness, @youcanthandelthetruth

[starlitangels]

Hello star! For the micro fics, may I suggest Lasko (shocking, I know) and his new listener (with the nickname dear would be lovely, but any is fine) and the keywords flowers, ice cream, turtleneck, handholding, and tower? No pressure at all, but I'd love to see what you do for them <3

*gasp* Morgan? Asking for Lasko? I never would have guessed! /j (affectionate)

Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do. This one kinda got away from me

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"You know, Dahlia in spring isn't as warm as I expected," I remarked. "I mean, it's a helluva lot warmer than Kennedy's spring, but I thought it would be a lot warmer."

Lasko chuckled. "Ye-yeah. I-I-I tend to wear turtlenecks all the way through April. B-but May tends to finally reach d-decent temperatures," he agreed. He took a deep breath, looking around the park. I followed his line of sight.

"Still," I agreed, "the flowers do bloom here a lot earlier than they do in Kennedy since it's warmer. Wanna go look at them?"

"Sure!"

I held a hand out for him. A bright smile appeared on his face as he took it. We walked side-by-side across the open grass to the patch of wildflowers.

"This is nice," Lasko said.

"The weather? Or the date?"

"The, uh... the handholding. Your hands feel really nice."

I grinned. "Perk of being a Water Elemental, I guess. I'm always perfectly moisturized."

He laughed. He had such a nice laugh when he was unwound. When he allowed himself to relax. "I guess that does make sense," he agreed. "Not something I ever thought about, but now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense."

I chuckled. I wondered if he realized he wasn't stuttering. I wasn't going to bring it up so he didn't get self-conscious and start up again, but it was always sweet when he calmed down from his anxiety to stop stammering.

We reached the patch of wildflowers and both crouched to look at and sniff them. They were small and white, not unlike baby's breath flowers, but not quite. I licked and bit my lower lip before plucking one and turning. I tucked it into Lasko's white-blond curls just above his ear.

Both of his ears, and then his cheeks, turned bright red. He reached up with his free hand and delicately brushed the petals. "O-o-oh," he said. "That-that... that's really cute."

I plucked another wildflower and tucked it above my own ear. "There we go. We match," I said.

"A-actually, not quite," he replied. Biting his lower lip, he reached out and carefully, gently switched which ear was holding the flower stem. "Th-there. Now they're on the same side so we match."

I grinned and brought his hand that I was still holding up to my lips and pressed a kiss to it. Serving only to deepen the shade of red under his skin. "Thank you," I said with a smile. He stammered something I don't think either of us could quite make out, looking away from me.

I bent my finger and gently pressed it under his chin, tugging his face to look back at me. His blue-grey eyes flicked frantically.

"Ice cream?" I asked.

"Y-ye-yeah! L-let's do that. Ice—ice cream sounds great."

Still feeling daring, I pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose before standing up. "Let's go, then," I said.

He popped to his feet. "O-okay."

I let go of his hand to put my arm around him. "Is this okay?"

"M-more than okay," he replied.

I smiled and led him back across the open green space. We avoided the playground—shaped like a medieval castle with about six children all screaming up on the highest tower—so we wouldn't stumble over any small children underfoot and made it back to my car.

"Th... thank you, dear," Lasko said quietly as I got his door for him. "Is... is it okay if I call you that?"

I grinned. "Of course."

"Th... thank you. For... for this date. I'm having a really good time."

"Me too, Lasko. Me too." I kissed his cheek before circling the car to get in the driver's seat.

[alchemil-studio]

Norvale Devlog #1

Hello! we’re Alchemilla studios and we’re here to present to you our very first devlog for Norvale!

Alchemilla Studios

First things first, we want to introduce to you Alchemilla studios and how we came to be.

We’re currently just a two-person team, consisting of Mari and nana, and a few years back we thought of making a visual novel and actually had an idea for a really big concept. However, we thought that it would be too much time and effort for beginners like ourselves, so we put that vn idea at the side and thought of making a simple one first and that led to Norvale.

While coming up with the name for our group, we thought using a flower's name based on its meaning would help encompass the type of content we want to make. The floriography for Alchemilla means "a comforting love", which felt like a good fit for us since we mainly want to create simple, easygoing content for people to enjoy while they relax and unwind after a stressful day. We might throw in a little angst here and there (lol), but for the most part, we want to try and create things that give people a sense of comfort in the midst of their busy lives.

As for the medium of our projects, we're currently focusing on visual novels and are interested in creating webnovels as well. We're still figuring things out but we hope to branch out into more mediums in the future!

Norvale

1. Concept

We came up with the plot for Norvale on a whim really lol

I (nana) thought to make a cute little story about someone that visited their childhood home again and relived the memories they had with a friend and a promise they made. The story went through a lot of changes and ideas to the point Mari had no idea what the story was even about anymore, before we decided on the current plot of Norvale.

The core idea was always to have a simple story since this is the first time making a visual novel for both of us. We’re the only two people working on it so we didn’t want to add too many elements and get overwhelmed.

As for how we came up with the name Norvale…it was a name we picked from a list of generated town names lol

2. Development

Story and Characters

Like we mentioned before, we wanted to keep the story simple and straightforward. As such, we broke the main story into 3 places that the player can visit. Where they go will be based on which item is chosen: the Marble, the Candy Wrapper or the Button.

Each place visited has a different character(s) the player gets to interact with. All the characters that you’ll run into are people the player character, Morgan has spent time with as a child.

※ Only the Candy Wrapper route is available in the demo.

Character Design

In line with keeping things simple for Norvale, the characters are also fairly simple in design! I was initially going to add shading and highlights to the sprite art but I quite like how the flat base colors look so I left it like that. It also personally makes it faster to deal with any adjustments or changes required when I don't have to worry about shading and highlighting an area over again lol

Background Art

Backgrounds were probably the biggest difficulty art wise since I've never really drawn them before. And the few that I did draw in the past...weren't very good lol

So I'm probably the most surprised by how decent they turned out 😂

There's still lots of room for improvement but I've learned a lot from drawing the bgs in the demo so please look forward to (hopefully) better looking backgrounds from now on (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

UI design

We sort of had a general concept to use a scrapbook/journal design for the UI. Since the premise of the story was for Morgan (player character) to reminisce about their time in their childhood town. So a scrapbook and journal type of design was what we envisioned. 

It's still quite a simple design as we're still getting used to designing UI (tools and techniques) for visual novels 😅

I mostly used photoshop and figma. I used figma to design some of the components while I used photoshop to lay them out and other design/color customization.

I'm still figuring out the best tools for me, so hopefully I'll get better.

Ren'py Dev

Developing on Ren’py was relatively easy to pick up, however other customizations, I (mari) needed to figure out and research online, especially for some features that nana wanted to implement, but had to push back to the full version as I didn’t know how to do them in time for the demo release.

But I definitely learned alot in developing vns on Ren’py, and hopefully I get to do more UI and feature dev to fully customize our future projects.

3. Demo

We released our demo in time for SuNoFes 2022, as we thought it would be a good place to get feedback as well as place a deadline on ourselves, since we both just went on our own pace when developing the assets.

We definitely went through alot of trial and error with the art, sprites and development on ren’py, but we were figuring it out our vision for the game as we went along. 

We’re still figuring out a proper workflow for the both of us, as well as the practices other visual novel groups do for their projects. If you have any suggestions, we’re open to them! hehe

Moving Forward

Current Progress In Norvale Post-Demo:

We recently finished finalizing the story for the Craft Store and are currently working on character designs for the characters that will be present in it.

Further Improvements After the Demo Release:

We've received feedback on the demo from players via our satisfaction survey and will be improving the game based on that. We also plan to rework certain assets we felt could be polished a bit more, namely the backgrounds and UI design.

The start screen will definitely be changed! As we plan to use an art CG for it, do look forward to it!

We also had issues with implementing sound into the demo, so we're looking into that as well and hopefully be able to add sfx and music into the game.

And that's it for our first devlog! We hope you could follow us along this journey as Alchemilla Studios and for Norvale!

Please do check out the demo of Norvale on itch.io as well!

Links

Carrd: Alchemilla Studios

Twitter: @Alchemil_Studio

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Itch.io: Alchemilla Studios

[starship-squidlet]

What, me, actually finishing a piece of art for New Music???

Katherine, Cora, and Elaine in the 50s AU!!!

Katherine is in pink, @the-cowbi ‘s Cora is in yellow, and my Elaine is in green!

Yes, I know their skirts should really be longer, but the ad I used for reference was from the late 50s so the skirts were a lil shorter.

I started this drawing before I even started writing the 50s AU, and it’s taken me until now to finish it 😅 oops! But I’m still super proud of how it turned out—I just don’t want to talk about the faces. Or shading. Or whatever is going on with Katherine’s face aofena;oewinaw I give up.

50s AU tag list: @the-cowbi @fifty-for-the-racer @i-am-a-wizard @xbanner-carriedx @aggressive-bucky-barnes-stan (ask to be added/removed!)

Made in procreate.

[taeem]

maggot brain | san & wooyoung x fem!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend san decide to experiment with your new neighbor

↳ warnings : dom!san, sub!wooyoung, drunk/high sex, slight age gap, creampies, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex lol

You and San had moved into your apartment complex a few weeks ago. It wasn't the best but it was decent enough to live peacefully, "Did you see the way the landlady stared at me?" You chuckled while unlocking the apartment door,  San shook his head with amusement.

"Maybe she thought you were insanely beautiful."

"Or insanely high." You countered as you tossed your bag on the table, you both shared a cozy apartment. There was a reasonable amount of space, one bedroom and a window seal that overlooked a few of your neighbors balconies. 

You collapsed onto your bed before looking up at San who was leaning against the rooms door frame, a mischievous smirk danced across his lips and his eyebrow cocked, you followed the direction of his eyes to see the little baggy he was shaking in the air. 

"Hongjoong supplied me." He said as he plopped down next to you, grinning like a cat. Experimenting with drugs was nothing new to you or San as you guys often got faded together and had incredible sex or simply stayed up past midnight chatting away about everything.

"What is it?" You asked, a soft smile spread on your face as your eyes reflected into his. 

"Ketamine."

Your eyebrows raised, "what does it do?"

"Make it feel like everything is going in slow motion."

"Okay.. let's try it."

Slow is how everything truly felt as you laid sprawled across the red sheets on your bed, San was equally as naked, resting the back of his head on your stomach. He was breathing in the same rhythmn as your soft abdomen and staring blankly at the ceiling, "Y/n."

"Hm?" You mewled as you dragged your fingers slowly through his faded pink hair.

"What is your ultimate fantasy?"

You laid there silently for a second,  letting the question completely sink in.

"Sex wise?"

"Yeah."

You shifted your eyes from his shaded face and to the ceiling

"To have sex with another guy and you." The words left your mouth so casually as he turned to face you, "sex with another guy.. " his eyes traced out all of your features,  "and me." 

You remained silent, lining your eyes up with his and smiling.

"That's my dream too" he began to chuckle. "One with dark hair, real pretty" you mumbled.

"Or maybe blonde" he added,  now completely facing you with clouded eyes.

"Oh? you like blondes?" you snickered as a cheesy smile spread across his face.

Little did you both know that your own mutual fantasy was living in the same building.

-

San was playfully shoving you as you guys stumbled towards your neighborhoods wall of mailboxes. Both of your laughter came to a halt as y'all approached a boy whose hair was black at the top but blonde at the bottom. He was twisting his key into his own mailbox as you and San shared a telling glance, already knowing what the other was thinking. You pushed him foward, silently laughing at how he tried to open the mail box in a cool fashion. "Hello" San said as you slid beside him in a lazy attempt to see your neighbors face more clearly. "Hii" his voice was sweet and almost sing songy, you and San could barely hide the giddy smiles that stretched across your faces as he greeted you both.

"Are you the new neighbor?" You asked,  already knowing the answer, he nodded lightly "Yes, i just moved in actually." A halfhearted "cool" left Sans mouth as you leaned against him

"What's your name?"

"It's Wooyoung, and you guys are..?"

"Oh i'm y/n and this is my boyfriend San" you answered swiftly, watching as Wooyoung looked between the two of you with a straight smile, a small dimple appearing next to his lips. "Alright well y/n, San, " the dark haired boy briskly excused himself with a promising "I'll see you guys around." You both waited for him to vanish behind the corner before speaking.

"He was cute" you chuckled, San humming in response as he tapped the loose mail against his hand before shutting and locking the mailbox.

-

You and San rested against your open window seal, you had your head leaning against his thigh with your eyes closed,  taking in the sound of outside as he quietly skimmed through a comic book. You both enjoyed silent moments like this, peacefully becoming one with everything around you.

click

The sound of a lighter caught Sans attention, he glanced up at the balcony next to y'alls to see a smoking Wooyoung. 

"Hi~" he gleamed, letting the cigarette rest between his two fingers as he leaned against his balcony railing. "Hello" you hummed, feeling a jolt in your stomach as you made eye contact with the beautiful boy. "How are you guys?" he asked, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Good" San replied, placing his book into his lap.

"Do you wanna hang out later?" you asked boldly, a wave of relief and excitement washed over you when he nodded gently.

"Yeah that'd be cool, where do you want to go?"

You perked up "We can go eat something."

"Yeah?" he flicked the cigarette bud into a bush and smiled before placing both his hands in the pockets of his (really cool) racer jacket. "I'll meet you guys around 6?" You both looked at each other for approval before nodding sheepishly.

-

"So do you live alone?" you asked, as you took a sip of your coca cola.

The three of you were sitting at a table together eating chinese food and asking questions about Wooyoungs personal life.

"Yes, moving here was actually super last minute since i recently got into a argument with my parents."

"Oh?," Sans eyebrows raised as he chewed a mouthful of rice, "how come."

You both watched as the sweet boy looked to the side, suddenly embarrassed.

"They found out about my bisexuality and refused to accept it." Those words made your blood immediately boil, "screw them."

San mirrored your energy, "you're always welcome with us, we don't judge." You both tapped your glasses together, drinking to Sans statement which amused Wooyoung. "How old are you guys?" his eyes shifted from San to you, "20, San is 22."

The pink haired boy leaned back in his seat "and you?"

Wooyoung smiled bashfully, practically hiding behind his own bangs, "18..."

"Oh you're a baby." You teased, causing the younger boy to groan out of embarrassment as San smirked, finding his duality attractive.

"Have you dabbled with any drugs yet?" he asked flatly, eyes glued on the boy as he took a sip from his glass. "Something like that" he mumbled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach begin to grow as you and San glanced at each other knowingly. "Would you like to come back to our place and try out a pill or two?"

Wooyoung swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, he could feel his hands beginning to turn clammy and oddly enough, a wave of arousal was stirring deep in his stomach from your question. Trying to keep a cool composure he smirked lightly "I thought you'd never ask." 

The three of you laughed together at his cheeky response before asking for the bill.

-

The walk back to you and Sans place was lively and even though you both only met the boy a day or so ago. It felt like the three of you had been best friends for awhile. 

"I'm warning you now, San can hardly hold his liquor." You snickered as you watched your pink haired lover struggle to get the key into the door. "Shut up" he whined, finally opening the door and stumbling in as you and Wooyoung followed behind him. You had your arm around the dizzy boys shoulder, randomly noticing that you were a inch or two taller than him as he leaned his weight against you.

"Welcome to our beautiful kingdom" San murmered, disappearing into the bathroom as you and Wooyoung fell back first onto the bed, you watched the younger boy sit up and look around with basic curiosity. "You guys have a really nice room" he slurred, continuing to talk but you weren't listening, only watching as his pretty lips moved, the only thing running through your mind was how bad you wanted to kiss him.

"I hope you guys weren't bored without me" San entered the room again, a new small baggy in his hand, 5 transparent pills filled with white powder tinkered around as he laid next to Wooyoung. Using his elbow as support, the cat eyed boy looked at the two of you with a small smirk.

"What is it?" Wooyoung asked softly.

"Molly, " San replied, "have you ever tried it?"

He shook his head slowly as both you and San grinned,

"We'll be like.. your first"

"Everything" you finished his sentence,  "this will be a night you won't forget."

The words left your mouth like butter and landed right in Wooyoung's jeans as his body shivered at the thought of what those words implied.

You slid off the bed to connect your phone to your speaker, maggot brain by the Funkedalics began to play lowly in the background as San pulled a pill out for each of you.

"Say ah" San whispered lowly as he held the pill over Wooyoungs mouth, you both watched as he shyly parted his lips exposing his perfectly pink tongue, holding his position as he waited patiently for San to drop the pill. Which he did and followed behind it with his lips, you watched feverishly as Wooyoung succumbed to the kiss, god was it a sight to see.

The way San's lips glided against his made you squeeze your legs with excitement. Watching as he pulled away slowly, his eyes were completely clouded and deeply focused on Wooyoung.

"Swallow it for me."

You loved this dominant side of San, the way it made his voice husky and demanding. Wooyoungs swallowed the pill submissively as the tent in his jeans ached. His mouth felt watery and his breathe was heavy, as he was already craving to feel San's tongue against his again.

"Here baby." The pink haired boy handed you your own pill, which you placed on your tongue immediately and leaned in eager for the same treatment. Which he didn't hesitate to give, his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was sloppy and rough, letting the pill slide down your throat as you bit down on his bottom lip and dragged it out.

"Fuck" Wooyoung moaned under his breath,  completely hard from watching.

You chuckled, "it's gonna kick in soon so brace yourself." San nodded as he started undressing, smirking at how entranced the two of you were with his body. He leaned down and scooped up Wooyoung, placing him at the top of the bed before leaning down and leaving another peck on his lips.

"You are so pretty, you know that right." Wooyoung could only stare breathlessly, completely engulfed in how tender San's words felt in the moment.

"Help me undress him" San commanded as he started to unbutton Wooyoung's black dress shirt, you didn't need to say a word and followed suit. Unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his legs, ignoring how wet his neglected bulge was making you.

"ah- San" Wooyoung whimpered, his back arching with every kiss San placed on his skin, "I think he's starting to feel it." San teased before sinking his teeth into Woo's sensitive tan shoulder causing him to cry out.

His eyes were watery and filled with so much need as he trailed his hand down his own stomach, the sensation was unexplainable; he felt like he was melting into himself as he lazily palmed his leaking dick through his grey boxers, a large wet stain had already formed where his tip pressed up against. You watched with lustful eyes, seeing him like this just made you want to devour him whole, how could someone be so beautiful yet so erotic?

You thought to yourself as you slid your dress off and unhooked your bra, letting the articles of clothing fall to the floor before crawling up the bed to the boys and running your hand sensually up San's back to gain his attention.

You could tell that the Molly had completely settled in for the both of you by the way he cupped your cheek and the longer you stared at his skin you began to notice it was vibrating and the drawn out cords playing in the background began to distort, slowing down and speeding up. "I love you so much" you murmered,  hovering only inches away from his face, you were breathing in each other, mouths both hung open and desperate to connect.

"I love you more baby." His hand found its way to your neck and he gave it a squeeze,  just enough for you to feel light headed,  weak. You were so vulnerable under his touch, "Lets show our little Prince how intense our love is."

You nodded mindlessly before he lifted his grasp from your throat and traced his thumb down Woo's lower stomach, stopping at his boxer band. "Have you took it up the ass yet, hm?" San asked while tugging the tight fabric down his golden legs, watching as his pretty dick slapped against his own stomach. Wooyoung nodded his head weakly, he was completely faded and couldn't feel anything besides the buzzing of arousal and the thumping of his heartbeat.

"You think you can take me?" San asked softly, running his hand over the boys ass cheek as his other hand steadily stroked himself.

"I think he could take every inch" you instigated before laying on the right side of Wooyoung, knowing full well how big San's dick could get and how much of a challenge it had been for you.

Staring directly into his dilated pupils you hummed a condescending "right?" and he nodded dumbly, liking the way you both were talking about him as if he wasn't there.

"Yes.. please, use me" he reached out and grabbed your left hand, placing it shamelessly on his leaking dick, "touch me..please." He begged, hardly able get the words out, desperate for any kind of friction. "Don't cry baby, we're gonna make you feel so good." You cooed, unable to deny how turned on you were right now.

A river basically flowing in between your legs as you began to stroke him at a even pace, loving how each tug caused a different part of him to shake with pleasure. Your eyes shifted up to San who was watching hungrily, licking his lips as he hovered over the squirming Wooyoung.

Silently he ran his slender fingers over Woo's soft lips, groaning breathlessly at how he knew to open his mouth. Woo's shaky eyes were glued on San's as he started to suck on all of his fingers. "You're so sweet" San hissed, his dick twitching at every twist and twirl the dark haired boy had did with his tongue before deciding they were wet enough. Pulling his fingers out as a string of saliva stretched as thin as it could until it broke.

"Turn over" San commanded, his pink hair hiding the satisfied look in his eyes at how quickly Woo followed directions. You continued to whisper praises and compliments in his ear as you stroked him. Watching as San pressed two soaked fingers into Wooyoung's warmth. Causing the overstimulated boy to arch his back at the sudden sensation of fullness.

A choked cry leaving his swollen lips, followed by an unexpected orgasm that shot right through him like a bullet, his hot cum spurting right into your hand.

"Wow" You watched in awe at the way his dick pulsated as you continuing to milk him, he let out several jumbled "I'm sorry's." Ashamed of the mess he made as the cum leaked down your fingers and onto the maroon blanket.

San on the other hand was so amused,  he leaned up and pressed soft kisses on the boys ears and tear stained cheeks "It's okay baby, just don't tap out on me alright? we just got started." His voice was comforting and seductive as he looked over at you with hooded eyes. You knew that you both were about to give him the best fuck of his lifetime.

San turned him to the side as you pressed your back up against the whimpering boys chest, lifting your leg just enough so that you could line his sore length up with your soaked pussy. "You just came and you're already hard again?" you teased, grinding against his overly sensitive tip, giving him just enough to taste but not enough to get off to.

Wooyoung's head was so empty at this point and each movement was out of complete desperation as he brought one of his hands up to your breast, groping it roughly and rutted his sticky dick between your inner thighs.

"Are you ready for this" San growled, stroking his slicked up dick with Woo's saliva before pressing it against the boys warm entrance. Wooyoung didn't have a chance to respond before San slammed himself completely into him, sending a shock wave of pain through Woo's exhausted body.

This chain reaction forced him to shove the entirety of his length into you, "F-fuck" you cried out as Wooyoung sunk his teeth right into your shoulder, unable to control the way his hips were slapping against you. He was completely lost in the pain and the pleasure, unaware of how hard his nails were now digging into your hip as you were sure it'd draw blood.

"You're so tight. " San groaned into Wooyoung's neck as he chased the high that was building up in his stomach, "It's okay if i come inside of you right." San asked shakily,  not really looking for a answer as he plunged into him one last time. His hips stuttered as he groaned with each spurt of cum that spilled into Wooyoung. The feeling of his abused walks being coated was enough to push Woo over the edge as he buried his face deep into your back, his entire body practically curling up as he came hard inside of you. You bit down on your lip hard, as you could feel him pulsating against your walls and filling you to the brim. Your eyes rolled back with ecstasy as the knot in your stomach finally came undone and all you could see was that hot white flash of climax.

Wooyoung was reduced to nothing but numb, mindless, sex high humping as he grinded the last bit of cum into you before falling flat. Your muscles were weak and tired but the three of you could still feel your skin vibrating with heat and love. "You did so good" San whispered as he patted Wooyoungs sticky hair and leaned over kissing you sweetly.

You could only smile in response as the high began to wear off and Wooyoung had already slipped into sleep. You and San quietly worked together to clean him and yourselves up before cuddling up against him and going to sleep.

[talesofesther]

Sick days

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nat wakes up sick and you end up taking care of her.

Requested by anon: May I request a Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Avenger reader where they have crushes on each other but are both equally scaredy cats to confess their love for each other. Then one day, Natasha gets a bad case of the flu, and reader hating to see Natasha so frail and sick, volunteers to take care of her. And the Red head is actually very clingy of the comfort she’s receiving from reader, maybe due to the delirium from the flu. Then Natasha accidentally lets it slip she has feelings for her and reader also confesses too and just CUDDLING AT THE END AND FLUFFY ENDING!!

A/N: I think I may have made it a bit different from the request? Also, I think this is not one of my best works, but it was all I was able to write down for this one, it's cute tho. I do hope you like it anyway <3.

Masterlist

As soon as Natasha woke up in the morning she knew there was something wrong with her. Even under the covers, she was feeling unusually cold. She felt tired and drained, despite having a decent night of sleep. Her body felt too heavy as she got up from the bed.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her way to the bathroom and straight to the shower, hoping the warm water would chase away whatever was bothering her. She was almost sure it would not.

The scent of freshly made coffee was quick to envelop the whole kitchen. You hummed contently, enjoying the warm morning sunlight coming through the windows of the Compound. You hugged your fluffy hoodie close to your body when the cold winter wind passed through the kitchen.

You started pouring coffee into your mug, grabbing an extra one when you heard someone sitting on the stool by the island. You turned around with both cups in hand and a welcoming smile.

"Good mor.. ning, Nat?" Your voice and smile faltered halfway through your greeting, a worried frown settling in when your eyes found Natasha. She was hunched over the counter with her head leaning against one of her hands. Her usually flawless posture was nowhere to be seen. The first thing you noticed was her red nose, then her skin a couple shades paler, and her droopy eyes with an exhausted look on them.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you placed the warm mug in front of her, which she was quick to close her hands around.

She cleared her throat with difficulty, coughing once. "I'm fine." Her deeply husky voice betrayed her statement.

You raised your eyebrow, knowing she was definitely not fine. Before you could answer though, Tony walked in, munching on a donut.

"Wow, you look awful." He chuckled at Natasha, who sent him a death glare.

You smacked his arm when he came to stand beside you, silently scolding him.

"What? it's true. I told her it was a bad idea to come back with that pouring rain." He mumbled, for only you to hear.

You could tell Natasha heard him as well when you saw her rolling her eyes. She could be endearing sometimes. A small smile came to your lips, moving your gaze away from her again.

"Okay, I don't want whatever you have." Tony pointed towards Natasha, and then towards you. "Are you free?"

You opened your mouth but Natasha beat you to it. "What? No, I'm going."

"No can do, I don't fancy getting sick and you should probably rest or something." Tony said with a mouthful of the last bit of his donut.

Natasha huffed, ready to object, but a coughing fit prevented her from doing so.

Your heart clenched for her. She didn't look good at all. "I think I'm gonna stay as well, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"I heard that." Natasha managed to utter out with a strained voice.

"Fine, I'll take Steve." Tony didn't sound enthusiastic as he waved goodbye and made his way outside.

Natasha groaned and ran her hands through her hair when her coughing died down, mumbling something in Russian under her breath. She didn't know if her body felt hot or cold. Her throat started to hurt.

You bit your lip to suppress a grin. Walking towards her, you leaned on the counter beside her, watching as the jet prepared to leave outside. "Come on, it was just a recon mission, nothing exciting." You bumped your shoulder on hers.

Natasha felt goosebumps on her skin, she blamed it on the cold weather. "I hate being sick." She could feel her stuffy nose and grimaced at the feeling.

"I'd keep my distance if I were you." She gave you a half-hearted smile, her weary eyes glancing at you.

"Let's worry about you first." You stated timidly. Reaching a hand out, you pulled the coffee mug away from Nat's hands. "And that means, tea instead of coffee."

Turns out Natasha could be pretty stubborn when she was sick, after a couple of minutes of lighthearted arguing, you convinced her to head to the couch and wait for you. You'd never admit how much you felt like kissing her pout.

You've been dancing around your feelings for her for a while. Just like she was. None of you had mustered the courage to say anything though.

You made quick work of preparing tea with honey for her, in hopes to ease her scratching throat. Once you reached the living room, you placed the tea on the coffee table and told her to drink it slowly.

Natasha only nodded, curling in on herself as a shiver ran through her body.

You frowned, worrying about what she wasn't telling you. You sat beside her and raised a hand to her forehead, which felt hot under your touch.

Gentle fingers touched her head and then moved down to cup her cheek, Natasha melted under your touch. Any once of hesitance dulled away by her miserable state and sudden want for comfort.

You discovered Natasha could also be quite clingy on her sick days. A natural smile came to you when you felt her leaning against your hand. A tint of selfishness built up on your chest at the thought that you quite liked this side of her.

"I think you have a bit of a fever. Are you cold?" You asked softly so as to not disturb the sudden peace.

Natasha only hummed, her eyes closed. She protested when you got up to grab a blanket.

You came back with your most comfortable blanket, a water bottle, and a pill in hand. You tucked Natasha under the blanket and she gladly let you, welcoming the new warmth.

"Here, take this, should help with the fever." You extended the pill to her, brushing away strands of hair that had fallen on her eyes and she hadn't bothered to tie back.

Her angry face was not so effective when she had a fluffy blanket around her body and her nose and cheeks were redder than normal. She took the pill anyway, reaching for the TV remote and turning on a random reality show.

Setting down the water, Natasha grabbed the tea mug and took a short sip. A pleased hum escaped her mouth at the taste of honey. "Sit down with me?"

You chuckled nervously before agreeing, dimming down the lights in the room before making yourself comfortable beside Natasha. The atmosphere in the Compound has never been this cozy, most people were out, it was practically only you and Natasha here. The not-so-loud sound of the TV in the background gave you something to pretend to focus on.

Natasha lifted the blanket for you to crawl under. You bit the inside of your cheek as you moved towards her, very aware of her body flush against yours.

"Thank you." Her husky voice was pleasantly close to you.

She started coughing right after, you gently took the mug from her hands before she spilled tea everywhere. You caressed her back until the coughing stopped.

"You'll get better in no time." You threaded your fingers through her red locks in an attempt to ease the discomfort.

An exhausted sigh left Natasha's lips, she could feel her body complaining in pain. Without thinking much, she leaned back against you, dropping her weight to your arms as her back was almost fully resting on your front.

She grasped one of your hands and started mindlessly playing with your fingers on her lap. She didn't notice the slight tension on you, your body staying still behind her.

After a couple of seconds, your hammering heart started to settle. You brought your other hand around her waist, pulling her body more firmly to yours.

"Hm, I could stay like this forever." Natasha mumbled half asleep. Her eyes started to drop close when the tiredness caught up to her.

You kissed the top of her head, smiling to yourself. "Yeah, me too." Your words were so quiet you wondered if she heard them.

A minute passed and you had your answer. Natasha lazily turned on your arms, her hazy eyes felt hypnotic as she looked at you with a different kind of intensity.

She licked her lips, seemingly deep in thought. Her eyes moved down to your lips and her hand came up to your jaw. She kissed you lightly, barely brushing her lips to yours. A shy gesture that came from clouded desires.

You returned the kiss, pulling her by the waist.

She didn't say anything when she parted, only nuzzled her head on your neck and dove into a much-needed sleep. You held her until she woke up.

And the rest of the team had a field day when they found you and Natasha curled up together on the couch.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[witchyyflowers]

Eddie & s/o at Rocky Horror

Headcanons for Eddie and his s/o attending a Rocky Horror showing together!

pairing. Eddie Munson x f!reader

tags. Henderson reader, established relationship, getting ready together, all the fluff, pretty much stupid young adults in love

an. Okay this is my first post literally ever on here but Eddie has given me so many ideas for writing that I had to actually put down some headcanons so apologies if this is a little rough but any feedback is so appreciated!

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . 

First thing’s first, Eddie Munson’s jaw literally hit the floor when he saw you through his window dressed up as Janet for halloween one year when you went to pick up Max for trick or treating.

This also definitely did not prompt him to fling open the door and yell across the road “I’ll be damned, Janet! Not quite what I expected to see you as this year” giving a small shrug and blocking out the golden evening sun with your hand you just say “Well the garters and corset would’ve had my mom’s head spinning so I went with what was left.”

I mean you didn’t know Eddie at the time but you knew of him because of school and of course if there’s anyone who would understand your costume it would be the one kid known for his weird interests so you appreciate him already for simply noticing and having the courage to compliment you when no one else will be able to

Max finally runs out to your car and sending a polite smile over your shoulder aimed at Eddie you slip back in the driver's seat

He just stands there for a second in complete shock that somebody who everybody at school generally knows, who has normal friends, is a good student, hell you’re in Hawkins High student government, could be found at a risqué midnight showing of Rocky Horror

However you two finally going to a showing together doesn’t happen until a decent bit into your relationship

Because let’s be honest, there isn’t a theater within a 20 mile radius of Hawkins that has showings or even knows what Rocky Horror is

“What do you think Eddie should we dress up? The past few times a lot of people ha-”

“OH MY GOD YES”

It was an unsaid fact that Eddie was going as Frank N Furter

BECAUSE COME ON PEOPLE THE HAIR!!! THE HAIR!!!

After a few trips to the craft store and borrowing a pair of your mom’s pearls (plus a very thrilling trip to the adult store for corsets) the outfits are ready to be put together

Which cues getting ready together in Eddie’s slightly cramped bathroom oh my g o d

You finally feel comfortable enough to go in full Rose Tint My World glamor much to Eddie’s delight

You sit on the counter while Eddie stands between your legs while you do his eyeliner, your focused face makes an appearance which in turn makes Eddie’s heart flutter simply because you look so cute but he can also tell you really want to make him look fantastic

Also helping him put on the brightest shade of red lipstick you have seen in your life you can’t help but laugh a little while he stands there smiling at you

Eddie finally looking at himself in the mirror, “Now this is some metal shit, babe!”

You help each other make sure those corsets are on tight and not going anywhere which leaves you both flushed

Once you’re both ready you can finally see each other in full get up and both of you are just in utter awe of each other

Because screw social norms, screw the town of Hawkins, you two are dressed to perfection and the excited energy is palpable!

He can’t help but just grab your face and start peppering kisses all over

“Ed stop it! You’re gonna leave that lipstick all over me!” you laugh out

“I am so glad that we’re doing this together” with complete puppy eyes

Once you get to the theater the night just gets better. On your guys’ way in people stop you multiple times just to give you compliments, somebody walking around with a polaroid asks to take a photo of you two which you happily strike a stupid pose for. Kind enough to take an extra photo to hold on to Eddie takes it proudly stating it’ll go straight on the fridge

During the show rice is tossed, you and Eddie end up having to share a newspaper to cover your heads making you consistently steal glances at each other. Eddie also whips out his lighter that he has somehow magically secured in his corset so he can shine it during frankenstein’s palace

By the end of the night you two can barely speak from all the singing and cheering, drunk on pure happiness from being able to be as weird and crazy as you want without a side glare from your peers

Walking out with his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist, grins spread across your face while talking about which moments were your favorite

“Alright Munson if we get a flat tire promise me you won’t pull over or follow any motorcycles okay?”

“Mmm, no promises princess”

[cobrakaisb]

5 times robby fell in love with you + 1 time he actually said it

requested: no

a/n: hey besties it’s been a hot minute! i promise that part two of modern day romeo and juliet is in the works but here is a little robby imagine because i have been in my robby feels lately. :)

summary: read the title besties :) you and robby are already dating in this imagine. 

word count: 1832

one: wheel training

“i don’t know about this mr. larusso,” you mumble as you take your sweatshirt off to climb into the pond. robby was already in there, shivering from the coolness of the water. “you’ll be fine y/n,” mr. larusso says encouragingly. you nod, slowly entering the shallow pond with robby’s help. together the two of you approach the wheel in the middle, each of you on your respective sides. “okay now climb on,” mr. larusso instructs, and you look nervously at robby, who just nods. together the two of you climb onto the wheel.

after countless tries and many failed attempts the two of you were able to perform the technique semi-decently. “we did it!” you shout as you come up from the water. robby and mr. larusso laugh at your excitement. you splash some water up in the air, laughing as the droplets hit your skin on the way down. robby looks at you adoringly, a smile on his face. “alright you two, that’s enough for today. i’ll see you tomorrow,” mr. larusso says, smiling at the two of you as he walks towards the house. 

once he’s inside the house, robby wades through the water to you. “we did it robby!” you cheer, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a proud smile on your face. “yes we did baby,” he answers, resting his forehead against yours. “just imagine us doing that in a fight! we’d be unstoppable!” you exclaim and robby just nods his head. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying, instead he was thinking about how happy you made him and how contagious your smile was.    

two: during the mall fight

“get behind me,” you instruct demetri, pushing the tall boy behind you, while sam took care of the others. “back off,” sam tells hawk, and you nod your head, getting into your fighting stance. hawk scoffs at the three of you. “i don’t want to have to hit a girl,” he says, looking between you and sam. now it was your turn to scoff. “funny how you think you’d even stand a chance against us,” you say confidently. now robby was beside you, the three of you covering demetri.

“five against four. more like three and a half,” hawk remarks, nodding towards his friends, signaling the start of the fight. you were fighting off two boys in the back while robby was fighting off two of them in the front. sam was taking care of some boy towards the middle of the group, while demetri just stood in the center, not fighting anyone. slowly, one by one, you and your friends had taken down the cobra kais, well all of them except for hawk. 

you look over your shoulder to see hawk charging towards you robby, who was cornered up against a table. you knew that robby could handle himself, but a wave of protectiveness washed over you. the next thing you know, hawk was lying on the floor of the food court while you stood in front of robby. everyone ohed at the sight of hawk lying on the ground, but you didn’t pay them any mind. you turn to face robby, grabbing his face in your hands. “are you alright?” you ask, looking over him worriedly. robby chuckled at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m fine baby, thank you,” he answers with nothing but admiration in his voice as he kisses your forehead.  

three: he catches you singing

robby jogs up the stairs to your room. today the two of you were taking a break from karate and planning on watching a movie together. robby knocks on the door, but there was no answer. he cracks the door open and sees you jumping around your room. you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, your hair brush in your hand, as you belted out the lyrics to teenage dirtbag. “oh yeah! dirtbag!” you sing along with zayn malik. robby smiles as he watches you sing and dance around the room. 

now you were standing in front of your mirror, pointing to yourself as you sang, completely engrossed in the song. at one point you tilt your head back, really getting into it. robby continues to watch you sing the song, a loving smile on his face the entire time. he only makes himself known when he claps his hands once the song ends. you freeze, turning towards the door where your boyfriend is clapping. a blush immediately coats your cheeks, as you throw your hairbrush on your bed. 

“i didn’t take you as a singer y/n,” robby points out, stepping into your room. your blush turns an even deeper shade of red as you look away from his hazel eyes. robby closes the distance between the two of you, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “i thought it was cute,” robby confesses once you seperate. “especially since you’re wearing my shirt,” he continues, a giggle escaping your mouth. “stop being cheesy,” you say, pushing him away from you. “but you love it,” he remarks, sitting down on your bed. you roll your eyes, “i guess.”    

four: your date at the roller rink

it was 80s night at the roller rink, and you and robby were long overdue for a date night. you and robby decided to go as people from the outsiders. robby as a soc and you as a greaser. “an enemies to lovers typa beat,” you explain, fixing his jacket. robby just nods along, too busy admiring you in your ripped jeans and leather jacket. 

“i’ll go get the skates. wait here,” robby says, kissing your cheek as he walks towards the rental counter. shortly after, robby comes back with two pairs of skates. “thanks robby,” you say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as he sits down on the bench next to you. “okay ready?” robby asks, and you nod, grabbing his hand as the two of you head over to the roller rink. 

together you skate leisurely around the rink. laughing and singing along to the 80s songs that the dj is playing. while the two of you are skating hand in hand when the song i would die 4 u by prince comes on. “oh my gosh! i love this song!” you cheer, excitement all over your face. robby chuckled at your words, “i know. i may have put in a request with the dj.” you smile so big when robby said that. “you’re the best robby,” you say, and robby could tell that your words were genuine. robby just smiled at you, listening to you sing along with prince.       

five: midnight baking session

you couldn’t sleep. it was 12:00 at night, and you could not fall asleep. robby on the other hand, was fast asleep. well you thought he was fast asleep when you left your room to go to the kitchen. it turns out that robby wasn’t asleep because he was now standing in the kitchen, watching as you grabbed different ingredients. “what are you doing y/n? it’s twelve am,” robby asks, a tired yawn escaping him. “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some brownies. want to help?” you ask him, and you're practically begging him with your eyes to say yes. “why not,” robby mumbles, joining you. 

“yes! okay so can you go get the medium saucepan? it’s in that cabinet over there,” you instruct, pointing towards the cabinet. robby nods tiredly and gets you the pan, wrapping his arms around your waist once he brings it to you. “tired?” you ask him, measuring out the flour. “just a bit,” robby replies, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. you giggle, moving your head away from him. “stop that tickles,” you say, looking at the snoop dogg cookbook. 

about forty minutes later, you and robby are sitting on the couch watching friends and eating brownie sundaes. “these brownies are so good,” robby says, basically moaning at the taste. “yeah babe? do you like them?” you ask, cuddled up to his side. robby nods vigorously. “they are so good. you better make these more often,” he says, looking at you. “i will,” you promise and robby nods gratefully. the two of you continue to watch the show and eat your ice cream.

“hey i’m done. do you want me to put your bowl in the sink?” robby asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch. “yes please,” you respond, handing him the empty bowl. robby takes it from you, but not before placing a kiss on your cheek. “what was that for?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “you had some chocolate there, and maybe i just wanted to kiss you,” robby replies and a huge smile encompasses your face. 

it was now three am and george lopez was playing. you were asleep on robby’s chest, while he was watching the show. “i love you robby,” you mumble tiredly, cuddling into his chest more. robby tenses at your words, but he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, quietly repeating the phrase back to you.    

one: when you visit him in jail

you sat down at the table, waiting for robby to come out. you were fidgeting with the tupperware of brownies you brought for him. even though you had come to visit robby multiple times, you always got nervous waiting for him. the door opened and teenage boys were walking into the room. your eyes immediately searching for robby. he saw you right away, and walked over to your table.

“hi robby,” you say quietly once he sits down. robby gives you a small smile, “hi baby.” it was quiet for a minute, but you quickly broke the silence by shoving the tupperware container towards him. “i made you brownies. the snoop dogg ones because they’re your favorite,” you explain and robby smiles widely at you, grabbing your hand that was resting on the table. 

“thanks. i’ll eat them as soon as i can,” he says truthfully. “are you okay? they haven’t been bugging you have they?” you ask him quietly, looking over his face for any bruises or cuts. robby chuckles at how worried you are. “i’m fine y/n, i promise. you don’t need to worry about me,” robby says and you roll your eyes at him. “i worry because i care and because i love you,” you answer, casually slipping that three word phrase in there. robby sits there in shock for a minute before an even bigger smile takes over his face. “i love you too y/n,” he says, squeezing your hand. a smile as big as robby’s takes over your face too. 

“so what’s been going on?” robby asks and you immediately jump into a ramble about the newest book that you’ve been reading. meanwhile, robby just smiles, proud of himself for finally telling you how he feels. 

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