#(admiring)

[in-somnia-veritas]

𝜗ৎ 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝜗ৎ

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Summary: The first time you laid eyes on Eddie is a moment you‘ll never forget. Especially his eyes.

Warnings: None, pure fluff, Eddie-admiring, English is not my first language and I‘m a bit rusty so bare with me 👉🏻👈🏻

Word count: 298

A/N: Yall this is just me simping HARD for Eddie (Yes, still) so enjoy! <3

Masterlist

You have no idea how long you‘ve been looking at him from across the room but something about this guy was so… captivating. You weren’t sure if it was the way he moved or how his dimples showed as soon as he started to grin. His hair that was quite a mess but he made it look cool, like it was meant to be like this. His cut-off a layer over his worn leather jacket, patches sewn neatly into the denim with buttons decorating the front pockets.

To most people in Hawkins he was the freak, the outcast. A black sheep or even a satanic who performs rituals to serve the devil. But for you he seemed like one of the coolest (and prettiest) guys you ever laid eyes on. You didn’t care about other‘s opinions, you never did. Why would you judge someone you don‘t really know?

While he was gesturing with his hands you noticed the silver jewellery gracing his fingers. Your breath hitched lightly as you imagined how they‘d feel against your hot skin, the way he‘d touch you. Your heart does a ridiculously stupid flip as the images fill your mind. Suddenly you cared way too much about a boy you never even talked to, what it would be like if he smiled just for you.

But none of that compared to the moment you caught a glimpse of his eyes. The soft brown, hazel colour. It made you dizzy immediately - but in the best way. He didn’t even look at you directly, yet you were still lucky enough to see them. The softness behind them combined with a wary, always ready to protect his friends or himself from the other students.

One day you‘d find the courage to talk to him. Hopefully.

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[49dae]

constellations | t.shoto⋆˚࿔ no warnings apply 📚

synopsis: artist! s/o drawing on pro hero! shoto’s back. tags: fluff, admiration, shoto has moles, fake tattoos, anatomy study, gender neutral! reader, shoto is a sweetheart

a/n: i put a little more effort into this bc my classes start thursday. and i needed an outlet to romanticize my major 😞 also wrote this cause i couldn’t sleep, pay no mind to grammatical errors

shoto never noticed his moles.

they live in places he never cared to pay much attention to: one tucked beneath his lip; a couple scattered along the side of his neck, down to his traps, and to the collar bone; a whole litany bloomed across his back. he believes his body is something to train, maintain, and repair when it breaks.

you notice his moles.

you assumed he knew—they were on his body, after all. but you never made an apparent effort to comment on it. saying it out loud felt embarrassing, like you were admitting you counted them when he wasn’t looking, confessing your love through the desire to ponder.

sometimes, when he leaned over the sink to brush his teeth, you’d catch the one beneath his lip in the mirror and feel something warm bloom in your chest.

and other times, your eyes would linger on the side of his neck while he talked about his day, the mole peaking out from the collar of his shirt just for you to notice.

his back was you favorite. pale, wide, mostly untouched—save for a couple scars from intense training; between them, scattered like dandelion seeds, were his moles.

the light from the afternoon sun caught his skin unevenly, warm to the touch where the light hit him, while its cooler shadows tucked along his side. you laid behind him on the bed, sketchbook abandoned and forgotten, fingers tracing the lines of shoto’s spine without thinking. he sits bare-backed, turned away from you, slightly slouched, scrolling mindlessly through his emails.

you trace the dip between his shoulder blades, following the rise and fall of his breathing. your fingers settle there, pressing just enough to feel how his body tenses to your touch. you circle the hallow, once, then twice, infatuated with it.

on either side, his scapulas shift as he breathes, wings folding and unfolding under your hands. you follow one blade outward, meeting where the bone curves into muscle, then back again, returning to that hallow as its anchor point. Your thumb brushes a mole near the left blade just briefly, but the touch makes your chest ache all the same.

“you keep staring.” he interrupts, clicking off his phone and settling it down to his side.

you freeze, retreating your hand. “…sorry.”

he glances over his shoulder, eyes soft as they stare into yours. “i didn’t mind, i was just asking.”

silence stretches between you two, and you take the moment to look at him. like, really look at him. he’s so sweet in ways that it sneaks up on you when you least expect it. adorable, yes—but devastatingly handsome too, especially when he looks like this; looks at you like this, like you’re something precious he’s afraid he’ll mishandle.

your fingers curl into the sheets.

then finally, quieter, you admit: “i’ve always wanted to connect them—your moles, i mean. like a constellation.”

“i have moles?”

his inflection makes you laugh before you can stop yourself, the sound seemingly surprising him more than it did you.

you confess to him that you loved his back, how you loved running your hands over it, feeling the lines of his muscles and tracing the bones underneath; and his moles—god, his moles—connecting them to the muscle structure.

he asks you what you’d draw, if you could. not permanently, he clarifies; just to see.

you take a skin-safe marker, hands reverent as you map him gently, dot to dot, breath by breath. he sits very still while you work, like he’s afraid the stars might scatter if he moves.

your fingers brush over the slight ridges of old scars, over the knots in his shoulders, lingering far longer than necessary. each mole becomes a point, connected from one to another, forming the constellations you’ve always imagined.

he flinches once, breath hitching slightly as your fingers touch his sides.

you pause, letting out an almost audible chuckle. “you’re really still.”

“i want to see it properly,” he admits sheepishly, facing away from you as his ears redden. “i want to see how you see me.”

the words make your chest tighten, and when you finally lean back, running your hand lightly over your work, fingertips grazing the lines, a small smile tugs at your lips.

you grab your phone and snap a photo, handing it to him once you’re satisfied. he leans over it carefully, studying your masterpiece, fingers zooming in to see all of the finer details.

“…i think,” he says slowly, “i could get used to this.”

before you can respond, he turns around, leaning, pressing a light, affectionate peck on your forehead, and tugging you close until you’re lying down beside him

you both laugh, quiet giggles spilling out into the space between you as you cuddle, feeling the warmth of his skin pressing into yours.

that photo, will surely live as your home screen for a couple months after.

maybe years, if he doesn’t notice.

[kaanagen]

Break time 【 Metalocalypse 】

[rosetyler42]

After @missnatzooie 's redraw of Ragatha's lil pout in Ep 2 from @skellyjingles 's post, I had to draw something with it. Since Pomni missed getting to see her like this, I decided to let her admire how cute she is when she's angy.

(Edit: YAY, I can finally tag Nat directly now!)

@lovelylivelyv @deathfangirl9 @royaledevil @bluequeerio @nightsoulvixen @chocohedgie @cobbled-catastrophe @mine0560 @tapwaterx

[thebunnednun]

Tempted to touch! Men of One piece x Fm! Reader (Multi Character fic)

Pairings: Ace x Reader, Shanks x Reader, Mihawk x Reader, Crocodile x Reader, Smoker x Reader

Synopsis: Can someone write like a lil thing for Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Crocodile and/or Smoker or any One Piece character (secretly) seeing their S/O being able to whine (dance) and having crazy waist control (being able to bounce their ass without movin anything else)? 🧍🏻‍♀️

A little something for @mororona who gave me the prompt.

Use this song: Tempted to Touch by Rupee

I'ma also tag @fanaticsnail I know you're sick rn, and I hope this helps, I added ben for you! Plus you love dancing and this music.

As a caribbean latina, I couldn't resist.

On with the show!!~

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Ace

The ship's corridors echoed with the distant sound of music, drawing Ace's attention as he passed by [Name]'s room. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't resist the urge to investigate. Quietly, he approached the door and peeked through a crack. What he saw took his breath away.

[Name] stood before the mirror, bathed in the soft glow of the room's ambient light. They wore a simple tank top that hugged their curves and shorts that accentuated their toned legs. The music pulsed in the air, setting the rhythm for their movements. With each beat, their hips swayed with an otherworldly grace, their waist seemingly moving independently of the rest of their body.

Ace's jaw dropped at the sight. He had never seen [Name] like this before—so carefree, so alive. His heart skipped a beat as he leaned against the doorframe, unable to tear his gaze away. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a mixture of amusement and admiration swirling in his chest.

"Damn," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the music. He crossed his arms, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through him. "I never knew you had those kinds of moves," he thought, his mind buzzing with excitement. He watched in silence, savoring the intimate moment.

As the music faded into the night, Ace lingered a moment longer, committing the image of [Name]'s dance to memory. With a soft chuckle, he straightened up and continued on his way, a newfound appreciation blossoming in his heart.

Shanks

The Red Force sailed smoothly through calm waters, the gentle lull of the ocean providing a rare moment of tranquility. Shanks, ever drawn to the call of adventure, found himself wandering the deck in search of excitement.

As he strolled along, the distant strains of lively music reached his ears, beckoning him like a siren's song. Curiosity piqued, he followed the melodic trail until he came upon a secluded corner of the ship. There, hidden from prying eyes, he discovered [Name].

[Name] stood in the embrace of the sea breeze, their form swathed in a loose-fitting sarong that billowed around them with each movement. The soft fabric accentuated their every sway, casting shadows that danced across their skin like fleeting whispers.

Shanks, ever the playful observer, couldn't help but grin as he watched from behind a nearby barrel. His eyes widened in awe as he beheld [Name]'s dance, their waist moving with a fluidity that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Each motion was a symphony of grace and control, weaving a tapestry of enchantment that ensnared his senses.

"Well, well," he murmured to himself, his voice lost amidst the music's intoxicating melody. His heart quickened with a rush of excitement as he continued to watch, his admiration mingling with a newfound sense of desire.

As the last notes faded into the night, Shanks remained rooted to the spot, reluctant to break the spell that had enveloped him. With a soft chuckle, he finally emerged from his hiding place, his grin widening with each step.

"Someone's been hiding some talent," he remarked, his voice laced with playful teasing. He approached [Name] with a glint of mischief in his eyes, ready to share in the dance they had unwittingly revealed.

Mihawk

The courtyard of Mihawk's imposing castle was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the air heavy with a sense of quietude that seemed to envelop the world in its embrace. Mihawk, ever the solitary figure, made his way through the shadowed corridors, his footsteps echoing faintly against the stone walls.

As he passed by a window, a flicker of movement caught his attention, drawing his gaze. Through the glass, he beheld [Name], bathed in the ethereal light of the setting sun. They wore a fitted top that hugged their curves and leggings that accentuated the elegant lines of their form.

The distant strains of music reached Mihawk's ears, a delicate melody that seemed to dance upon the evening breeze. And dance they did—[Name], with a grace that transcended mortal bounds, moved with a fluidity that spoke of hidden depths and untold mysteries. Each movement was a testament to their skill, their waist control impeccable, their every motion precise and mesmerizing.

Mihawk stood in the shadows, an enigmatic figure shrouded in darkness, his keen eyes fixated on [Name] as if they were the only star in a vast, empty sky. A rare smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a whisper of admiration that lingered like a wisp of smoke in the still air.

"Remarkable," he whispered to himself, his voice barely more than a breath against the canvas of the night. In that moment, amidst the quietude of his solitary vigil, Mihawk found himself captivated by the hidden depths of [Name]'s abilities, drawn to the allure of their silent dance like a moth to flame.

In the courtyard below, [Name]'s movements flowed seamlessly, each gesture a tantalizing blend of strength and elegance. The fading light cast long shadows that danced along with them, creating an almost otherworldly spectacle. As they twirled and spun, their eyes briefly met Mihawk's through the window, a spark of recognition passing between them.

For an instant, time seemed to stand still. The world outside the castle walls faded into insignificance, leaving only the unspoken connection between the two. Mihawk felt a stirring within him, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation. It was as if [Name]'s dance had unlocked something deep within his stoic exterior, a flicker of warmth in the cold recesses of his heart.

[Name] continued their dance, unaware of the profound effect they had on the man observing them. Their movements grew bolder, more daring, as if sensing the intensity of Mihawk's gaze. The music swelled, and with it, the emotions that had been carefully kept at bay.

As the last notes of the melody faded into the night, [Name] came to a graceful stop, their chest rising and falling with the exertion. Mihawk remained in the shadows, his expression contemplative. He knew that this moment, this dance, had changed something within him.

Stepping away from the window, Mihawk made his way back through the corridors, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The quietude of his castle had been shattered, replaced by a new and intriguing possibility. The allure of [Name]'s silent dance had left an indelible mark on his soul, a mystery he was now determined to unravel.

Sir Crocodile

The echoes of Crocodile's footsteps reverberated through the empty corridors of his stronghold, the weight of his recent meeting still heavy upon his mind. As he neared his quarters, a faint sound reached his ears—a melody so delicate, it seemed to hang in the air like a whispered secret.

Intrigued, Crocodile followed the sound, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious allure of the music. It led him to one of the spacious rooms, where he found [Name] dancing in the soft glow of candlelight. They were clad in a stylish ensemble that hugged their figure in all the right places, accentuating the graceful arc of their movements.

Silent as a specter, Crocodile lingered in the doorway, his keen eyes fixed upon [Name] with a gaze as sharp as the blade of a scimitar. He watched as they moved with a fluidity that seemed to defy reason, their waist swaying with a skill that mesmerized him. Each movement was a testament to their prowess, a silent symphony of elegance and finesse.

A predatory smile curved his lips, a silent invitation lingering in the depths of his gaze. "Remarkable," he whispered to himself, his voice a husky murmur against the canvas of the night, a flicker of amusement dancing in the depths of his steely eyes.

[Name] spun gracefully, the light playing off their form in a tantalizing display, each motion drawing him in further. The candlelight caressed their skin, creating a shimmering halo that only added to their allure. Crocodile's eyes followed every move, every sway, as if committing them to memory.

With a silent nod of approval, Crocodile made a mental note to compliment [Name] later, in his own subtle way. But for now, he remained rooted in the shadows, content to bask in the intoxicating beauty of their silent performance. There was a predatory grace in the way he observed, a sense of possession mingled with admiration.

As the music reached its crescendo, [Name] executed a final, breathtaking spin, coming to a poised stop. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing, the air thick with the lingering echo of their dance.

Crocodile stepped forward, his presence finally known. The movement was deliberate, almost languid, like a predator approaching its prey. "You dance beautifully," he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of the power and danger he wielded so effortlessly.

[Name] turned, their eyes meeting his, a spark of something electric passing between them. The dance had ended, but the night had only just begun.

Smoker

The ship creaked and groaned as Smoker made his rounds, the steady rhythm of his footsteps echoing through the corridors. His ever-watchful gaze swept over the decks, his stern expression softened only by the glow of his cigar.

As he passed a door slightly ajar, a faint melody drifted out into the hallway, luring him like a siren's call. Intrigued, Smoker pushed the door open a fraction and peeked inside. What he saw took him by surprise.

[Name] stood in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, clad in comfortable workout clothes that hugged their form in all the right places. The music pulsed in the air, setting the rhythm for their movements. With each beat, their hips swayed with an otherworldly grace, their waist moving with a precision that defied logic.

Smoker's eyes widened in astonishment as he watched, his cigar dangling forgotten between his fingers. He took a long drag, the smoke swirling around him like a wisp of shadow. Despite himself, a look of admiration crept into his stern features, softening the hard lines of his face.

"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper against the backdrop of the music. In that moment, he found himself captivated by the mesmerizing rhythm of [Name]'s dance, drawn to the raw power and grace that radiated from their every movement.

The way [Name] moved was a tantalizing blend of strength and elegance, each motion more hypnotic than the last. Smoker's heartbeat quickened as he continued to watch, his breath catching in his throat. He had never seen anything quite like this, and the sight stirred something deep within him, a mix of admiration and an unfamiliar, burning desire.

With a silent nod of approval, Smoker decided to let them have their private moment, content to linger in the shadows and watch from afar. But deep down, he couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on [Name]'s face when he casually mentioned it later, a secret shared between them like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.

As the music swelled and [Name] executed a particularly daring move, Smoker felt a smirk tug at the corners of his lips. He could already imagine the playful banter they would exchange, the way their eyes would light up with that spark of recognition. For now, though, he remained in the shadows, savoring the intoxicating beauty of the dance.

Benn Beckman

On a different vessel, Benn Beckman strolled through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Force, the hum of conversation and laughter from the crew fading as he ventured deeper into the ship. A faint, alluring melody reached his ears, drawing him toward one of the private rooms. Curiosity piqued, he approached quietly, the sound of music growing clearer with each step. Balancing a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, he pushed open the door slightly.

Gently pushing the door open, Beckman found himself captivated by the sight before him. [Name] was in the center of the room, their form illuminated by the soft, flickering glow of candles. Clad in cute pajamas that accentuated their every curve, they moved with an elegance that left him momentarily breathless. The rhythm of the music guided their motions, their hips swaying with a hypnotic grace that seemed almost unreal.

Beckman leaned against the doorframe, his usually calm and composed demeanor giving way to an appreciative smile. He crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving [Name] as they danced. The fluidity and precision of their movements spoke volumes about their skill, each motion a silent testament to their mastery.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered something important—[Name] was supposed to be resting in bed, recovering from an illness. A mix of amusement and concern flickered across his face as he watched them, clearly defying orders.

"Adorable," he murmured, the word a low rumble in the stillness of the room. His eyes followed [Name]'s every move, a mixture of admiration and intrigue shining in his gaze.

As [Name] continued to dance, unaware of their audience, Beckman found himself drawn in more and more. The way they moved was enchanting, each step a perfect blend of strength and grace. The soft light played off their form, creating an almost ethereal aura that only heightened the allure.

When the music finally came to an end, Beckman stepped forward, his presence no longer concealed. "You dance beautifully," he said, his voice smooth and warm. "But you were supposed to be resting, weren't you?"

[Name] turned, surprise evident in their eyes as they met his gaze. Beckman’s smile widened, a hint of playful mischief in his expression. "Maybe you can teach me a move or two sometime," he added, the suggestion laced with a subtle challenge.

For now, though, he was content to let them savor their private moment, the memory of their mesmerizing dance a new secret they shared.

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I wanna add more characters later, Lemme know what characters you want! DM's are always open.

To be posted on the ao3 account soon.

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Seen you soon my loves!!~ <<33

[philosopherpoison]

Hellooooo!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day today!

How the keyframes love interest would react if you were singing love songs ❤️

(I know some of these aren’t love songs but bear with me)

Elio

“I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night! He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast! And he's gotta be fresh from the fight, I need a hero!”

You and Elio sing together, even though it doesn’t sound perfect you two are having the time of your lives. But like a slap in the face he realizes that what he feels for you is more than what it should be, your laugh, your smile, your voice, it all makes him weak and strong at the same time. Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts, but he keeps staring att you, baffled att this new information. Would you even let him be your hero?

Jamie

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight!Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight! Take me through the darkness to the break of the day!”

You sing while dancing, the wooden ladle that was 2 minutes ago used for stirring the pot of soup you’re cooking for everyone, is now a microphone. Jamie who was helping you with cooking is looking at you feigning annoyance but his smile cracks his composure. It hits him that it’s been years since he’s really felt at home, but with his friends he finally feels comfortable. But he knows what he feels for you is more than just friendship, and someday he’ll be your man.

(For some weird ass reson it won’t let me put up the song, my deepest apologies)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - ABBA

Percy

“Baby! Where the hell is my husband! What is taking him so long to find me! Ooooh, baby! Where the hell is my lover!”

Your half screaming, half singing voice blending together with cam’s, the rest of the group laughing at your guy’s performance, although also laughing Percy’s mind is elsewhere, his eyes admiring your smile, maybe some day he could be the reson for your happiness. He snaps out of his trans when Elio nudges him on the arm and asks if he’s okay. Maybe one day he could be yours, maybe one day he could hear that laugh that makes him forget all reson, or maybe someday someone else will, but until that day he will wait until you see that he’s the one waiting for you.

YEAH

Thank you for reading!

I know that these are a bit corny but I happen to like corny

I snuck in a tiny little bit of angst ;)

I hope you enjoyed and I hope you have a wonderful day :)

[asyawrites]

Let's Intertwine With Our Eyes Averted.

Torn-winged angel. My only savior. 

How far we've gone, relying on the other's fingers.

No matter how foreign and different our home. 

Drawn we both are to the comfort of song. 

You are no god, I cannot worship.

I am no knight your crown is worthy. 

But if sand turns to water, I hope that you'll see—that without knowing each other, "you" still have "me".

Greasy, our palms, holding souls that slip. 

Lush, our voice, in sounding them a grip. 

Your throne higher, my saddle left dire. 

Yet kingdoms lose once horses refuse to cross fire.

Although you're no god and I am no knight.

Although connections made were crafted delight. 

Let me hold the spear, to cherish your light. 

So melodies: you can birth, to save us all from fright.