#I *may* be drawing my boy up-close and getting a little frustrated

[coockie8]

How, exactly, does Issun's glow work up close? 'Cause I know in-game, they kinda just fade it out, but like... He's got a bright fucking glow; like 800 lumens at least bright, and sticking my face really close to a light bulb has not caused the light it's putting out to "fade", so I'm just... Confused.

Can he dim it on command? We know the colour can change depending on his emotional state, to at least two different colours; red for when he's pissed and yellow for when he's trying to get attention (I think, this one's not super clear). But exactly how the Poncles work, biologically, is not something that's ever really covered in-game in anyway that really matters.

We know they're bio-luminescent and the colour of such can change. We know they have ant-like strength; they can jump wildly high, and Issun is shown lifting a full Sake jug at least 100x his size, and yeeting it several feet upward at one point. We know they have a close spiritual relationship with the Gods, a relationship they cultivate through artwork.

And... That's pretty much it. And I have so many fucking questions.

[elvisalltheway101]

Hi. May I request an early 60s Elvis x female reader in which they are getting intimate after his return from the army but she is insecure of her body. Just as they are nude, she gets scared and tries to cover herself, Elvis tries to reassure her. Sorry it's long, you can end it with smut if you want. Thanks

fools; early 60s elvis x reader ☁️ ‼️🫣

summary: it’s been two years since the last time you’ve been intimate with Elvis, and you’ve gotta admit that it’s took a toll on you and your feelings about your appearance. Elvis stirs up the right remedy just to ease your mind.

Author’s note: lol it’s funny how this fits all genres I write, angst, smut and fluffy. I could NOT resist the temptation of writing smut or thinking it…so ha, smut requests are back on. Thank you for your request btw! WARNINGS: insecurity of stretch marks, weight, appearance and smut

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All those long lonely nights, while you were tucked away in bed and your man was in the army. Training and disciplining himself along with other boys that were turning into men. You had time to really take a good look at yourself.

To look at the stretch marks that were mapped across your thighs, the pouch you’ve put on above your belt, anything on your body, you happened to find something wrong about it.

But you never had these thoughts around Elvis, of course that was before he was drafted. You felt perfect and all precious, because he showed you all that you deserved.

You and your doubtful mind just had to ruin an intimate moment, with your husband that’s as finally back and awaiting.

As he peeled off his pants, panting softly above you he noticed your sadden demeanor. He immediately pulled back, and there was a dead silence.

He was already aching hard, with this delicious bare sight in front of him, but that subsided as he looked into your worried eyes and insecure soul.

“B-baby? What’s wrong?…” he spoke out so gently, those baby blues softened from the dark lust clouding his want and mind. And you felt so guilty that he was so concerned and that you’ve ruined everything just by not thinking your worth.

You shrug and shake your head, reaching for a blanket besides you against the silky white sheets you both lay, “n-nothing, it’s stupid.” you spat at yourself, furrowing your eyebrows and looking away.

He frowns, shaking his sharp jaw and taking a gentle caress to your chin. He ushers you to look into his eyes, and he instantly senses your rush of insecurity and pain. He can feel himself soften lightly, and he clicks his tongue. “Nah baby, if something’s making my doll worried, and you’re calling it stupid, then you’re acting a fool. But if I were to follow that lil frown of yours, we’d both be damned fools.”

He smiles gently and nudges you to speak your mind, and you can’t help but flutter with warmth at his care. He never changed in or out of that army, no uniform or hairstyle could ever fix him out of this sweet, gentle side.

“I-it’s just…Elvis take a real good look at me.” You huff softly and pout. And that’s exactly what he does.

Scanning your bare breasts that heaved along with your frustrated breaths, that cute tummy that carried all the delicious food he made sure nurtured you just right, the thighs that would hopefully soon be wrapped deliciously around his head, that ran along to your pretty sooties.

He draws in a sharp breath, feeling his manhood twitch alive in his burdened slacks, reaching out with a sweaty, needy palm to knead your smooth side. “I see alotta woman.” He breathers out heavily, needing to shake his head a little to process right.

Doubtful and still not amused, “e, I mean real good, look at me closely.” He just shrugs and you swear you see him slurp back drool that’s running a glossy line down his chin.

“like I said baby, I see a whole lotta woman, that’s all mine.” He growls playfully, his hands kneading a little firmer now. But you sigh and shake your head, “Elvis…look, don’t you see these ugly lines across my legs, o-or the weight I’ve put on. You don’t see any of that?” You quip, quite upset that he ain’t on the same page.

He only shakes his head clueless, but draws a fist to his puffy lips to bite down on a knuckle, suppressing a moan.

As you open your lips again to protest against anything, he’s had enough of this. So he just gruffly places you on the edge of the bed, still bare and naked, while he seats himself across in the velvety red, smooth, wooden chair. Truly made for a king.

Unzipping his slacks, he huffs as he yanks them off and your eyes widen to just see how being naked has done to him.

He’s almost purple at the tip, his foreskin peeling back to stream precum down his tight balls, his manhood twitches and pulses with his panting.

“I-imma show ya just how much I dig ya, ya head baby?” He whispers out in a strained voice, looking up to connect with his baby blue pupils. You only nod in return, and glance back.

It’s almost immediate, as he clutches both hands to the arm handles and thrusts into the air. His cock wagging pathetically that drips more sticky arousal. He throws his head back and whimpers so prettily, “b-baby, you see them beauties that map on yer legs? F-fuck, I could jus’ ah!” He lets out a stream of profanities at just the thought of rubbing his swollen, purple tip against your stretch marks.

“Look atcha, j-jus sittin’ there, and I-I’m over here like a bitch in heat.” He heaves out heavily, stomping his feet to plant onto the ground and ruttting into the air.

The sight is truly breath-taking. No hands, just hips and sudden movements. All because you’re yourself and bare.

His eyes dart to your stomach, that has gentle rolls and your jiggling breasts. Immediately, his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips stuttering into the stuffy, room air. “A-ah shit, y-you see, hah, that precious belly you’ve got on? Oh, y-you just wait til ah’m oh a-ah” he can’t even form a proper sentence. His eyes shut close as his length flickers and produces wet juices down the seam of his balls and the girth of his swollen cock.

At the mere thought of seeing you bigger. Not because of delicious treats, but full of him. Of his sperm, round and swollen, carrying his baby. Permanently marking you his by the twitch of his cock. All’s gotta take is a smudge of his acorn tip into your cervix, his manhood jus’ gotta pulse real good into that beaver, and his seed’ll catch.

You would think that he’d be done for by just seeing your body, but it’s when he sees your blown out pupils, is when he boils over the top.

His hips shake and he grips at the wooden arm handles, growling and chomping at the air as his cock pulses wickedly into the air, spurting out hot, thick creams that lands on his own juicy thighs.

Face scrunched in absolute pleasure, lips puffy, while his cock swells to waste more of his semen that drips down onto the carpeted floor. All insecurities are out the windows

your cheeks burn crimson at what had just happened when he finally sits back and his bare chest catches his breathing, he had just gone off of the image of you. No hands, no touch, hell, you didn’t have to speak.

“Ya see baby? I guess we ain’t fools, huh,”

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

hello hello!! may I please request steve n hawkins where he’s a little bit more overprotective over her with billy—and she actually just lets him be? haha hope that makes sense and thank you so much for sharing your work!!

“Has Hargrove been buggin’ you again?”

Steve slung a leg over the bench, sliding in beside you. He set you with a soft look, even though his brows were furrowed. Worried. His hand reached out to touch, fingers skimming underneath your T-shirt to graze at your waist.

You thought about lying. You didn’t want to upset him, but you’d told Robin, a frustrated complaint late last night before bed ‘cause Billy wouldn’t shut up after Jason got sick and Murray set him on schedule with you.

“Princess…”

Robin must’ve told Steve. You sighed, not annoyed, but tired. Pushing away your lunch, you glanced across the table at Nancy who nodded in understanding. She murmured a goodbye and went off in search for trouble to break up, making a beeline for Dustin Henderson’s table, ‘cause Eddie (who was supposed to be on lunch duty) was too busy talking to the new girl.

Steve squeezed at your hip, waiting for an answer. You shrugged, your smile weak as a little defeated, ‘cause you didn’t want Steve to see how much the other boy was bothering you. As much as the bloody and rugged look suited your boyfriend, the deduction in wages wasn’t ideal, not when you were both saving up for a place together.

“When isn’t he?” You tried to joke, but Steve’s frown furrowed deeper. “Babe, it’s fine. It’s Billy. He’s… Billy.”

But Steve didn’t let it go. He saw the downturn of your lips, the way you leaned into his touch for comfort. “What’s he been saying?”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“You don’t want to know.” It’s like you could read his mind. The corner of Steve’s lips ticked up. “You’d push him in the lake or something stupid.”

Steve leaned in, chin hooked on your shoulder, nose nudging at your cheek, the closet he’d get to giving you a kiss with all the kids around. “That sounds pretty tame,” he commented.

“You wouldn’t let him back up,” you added, smiling.

Steve grinned, his hand bumping up the side of your ribs, ghosting too close to the band of your bra and you squirmed, shooting him a look that said, ‘behave.’

“You’ll tell me, though?” Steve asked, voice dropping to a low murmur, thumb soothing over the skin on your stomach. You turned into him, nose nudging his and you knew you would only be granted seconds of the closeness before some kid threw food at you both. “You’ll let me know if he takes it too far?”

You nodded, smiling, eyes drooping prettily, that soft, fond way that Steve fucking adored, ‘cause you only did it for him.

And then—

The mess hall doors slammed hard enough against the walls that several kids jumped. And rightfully so. Billy strolled in, sunglasses still on and wearing a denim jacket instead of his staff T-shirt. He bypassed Eddie who rolled his eyes at him, stole a slice of pizza from Mike Wheeler’s page and walked right up to where you and Steve were sitting.

Billy tore off a piece of the crust, grinning at you as he chewed and he looked ready to say something, something lewd, especially for Steve to hear. You braced yourself, eyes bored looking as you stared back at him, chin lifted. But before Billy could say a word, Steve cut him off, pulling you closer into the space between his legs as he did.

“Say one more word to my girl, Hargrove, and I’ll make sure Murray finds a reason to search your cabin again.”

Billy stared, eyes narrowed but still smiling. He was pissed off, you could tell. So could Steve, but the boy hid it with sardonic amusement.

“Is that right? Feelin’ like a big boy with your girl beside you, huh?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie move closer, weaving between tables without drawing the kids attention. Steve met his gaze, eyes flicking from Billy’s just enough to nod at his friend. ‘Wait’, it said, ‘it’s fine.’

Eddie stilled.

Steve turned back to Billy, shrugging as he lay a wide, warm palm on your bare thigh. It felt protective, not possessive.

“Would be weird if he found some snow in July, wouldn’t it?” Steve shot him a look of faux confusion, but he tapped at his nose knowingly. 

Billy glared. But he took a step back, throwing his half eaten pizza on top of your lunch tray. 

“Whatever, Harrington.”

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

rj im begging u to give me anything about cheol dhsbd its been bad for me lately and i need to talk about him with someone who GETS it

ps hi i love u lol

Anything for you

AN: I was originally going to use ideas from one of the S.Coups fics in my drafts but, since today is also the lovely @onlyseokmins birthday, I decided to go with this idea that hit me out of nowhere instead. Kill two birds with one stone and all of that. All I'm going to say is that this is all Sar's fault (I hope this is okay and, still scratches your S.Coups itch 💀).

Synopsis: Seokmin is the most generous, thoughtful man you've ever met. He'll more than willingly give you whatever you want (if it's within his means, of course). Even if that means sitting back and watching you get fucked by one of his closest friends.

Heads up: Lee Seokmin x Fem! Reader x Choi Seungcheol, Reader and DK are in a relationship, the plot is paper-thin, heavily implied power dynamics, cuckoldry (sort of), voyeurism, exhibitionism, Seungcheol is mean here, mentions of pussy spanking (f. receiving), edging (f. receiving), it's implied that Cheol gets off on Reader's tears, praise kink (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, creampie and DK cums untouched.

Word count: 829

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Some people may think you're a little spoiled by your boyfriend. With his thoughtfulness often resulting in him bringing you flowers he saw on his way home from work or washing the dishes when it's your turn when work is particularly grating or making you cum on his pretty fingers until you lose count.

Yeah, maybe you're a little spoiled but, Seokmin just wants to make you happy. The way your eyes light up and that brilliant smile you always give him make it all more than worth it.

That's how the two of you find yourselves in your current situation. Well, the three of you.

Your... affinity for muscular men with great arms and pretty smiles has caused your gaze to linger a few too many times on Seungcheol. You'd never dream of betraying Seokmin that way, but you'd be lying if you said Seungcheol hadn't featured in a fantasy or two. Your boyfriend, ever the observant man, doesn't fail to notice.

And now, looking at him flushed with his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead as he watches Seungcheol split you open on his, frankly, intimidating cock, you're left wondering if this is all even real.

"Doesn't she look so pretty taking me, Seokminnie?" The older man asks. You can't quite see him from this angle but, you're sure he's grinning when he thrusts into you so hard that your nails nearly draw blood from how tightly you're holding onto him.

"Yeah, she does," your boyfriend mutters in response, lidded eyes flying between taking in your changing expressions and Seungcheol thrusting into you.

Seungcheol isn't as kind as your boyfriend. Every act of disobedience and brattiness met with an unflinching spank to your clit. Stopping completely until you're near tears with how desperately you want to cum. Your mind devoid of everything but, the need to cum on his cock.

And Seokmin watches it all. His cock hard and untouched in the confines of his boxers. You haven't given permission to touch himself yet so, he sits and watches like the good boy he is.

"Cheol, please," you choke out once more when his cock brushes a spot inside of you that makes it difficult to breathe. Frustrated tears spilling down your overheated face.

"You do know how to ask nicely," he coos against your ear, nipping it and startling you when his daft fingers rub circles against your hypersensitive clit. It's dizzying how quickly he's learned how to toy with you.

You're so close. So, so close. Your thighs quivering violently and broken moans falling from your bruised lips as you chase your release.

Choi Seungcheol would never make it that easy. So, he stops once more. You feel his cock throb inside of you as your walls spasm and, frustrated whines leave your lips. He even has the nerve to lick away a few of the tears he's able to catch. You had no idea he had so many sadistic tendencies.

Before you can ask why he stopped, he speaks, "Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Seokmin looks like a deer caught in head lights. Warm, brown eyes alternating between your watery, desperate ones and the ones of the very hot, very evil man propping you up against his chest.

"I-I think she deserves to cum," he stutters out and, you want to kiss him so badly. You're going to make him cum so hard he can't walk straight after this.

"Well, since you've both been so well-behaved," is all the preparation you're giving before Seungcheol picks up his pace once more. Leaving you no time or room to gather yourself as his fingers make quick work of your clit once more.

"Are you going to cum like the good girl you are? The needy slut you are?" the devil whispers into your ear. Though you're pretty sure Seokmin can hear it all from the way he squirms in his seat.

"Make a mess for Seokmin,"

That's all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you. You don't remember the last time you came this hard. Seungcheol groans behind you and holds you steady through it all. Everything tenses and seizes and you're briefly worried that you'll develop a cramp but, you can't bring yourself to care all that much.

It's made all the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) when you feel Seungcheol cum inside of you. His hold on you becoming harsh as he makes you take every single drop with every pulse of him inside of you.

Your bleary eyes meet Seokmin's frenzied ones and, that's when it hits you. He came. He came from watching...all of this. He looks like he's so close to stumbling out an apology but, you're not upset. Quite the opposite. The wet stain on his boxers instinctively making you clamp down on Seungcheol's softening cock, causing the man behind you to moan.

Yeah, this might be his greatest gift yet.

[cultofdixon]

Knowing Enough for Her

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Dixon’s Little Sister!Reader / Mute!Reader • Hints of Caryl • If you asked Merle, he thinks you’re mute because of the shit you witness your dad do to your brothers. Daryl thinks you’ve always been that way, which is correct. Honestly, you didn’t mind it. Even in the end of the world…but some moments made you wish you could just scream off the top of your lungs your frustrations • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Abuse

Requested by: Anon

NEXT

“The cop is gettin’ frustrated with y’all” Merle makes the comment quick to draw his siblings’ attentions toward Shane who was arguing with Dale about letting them into their group.

“You sure it ain’t your bitchass?” Daryl snaps at Merle who gave him an eye roll as a response. He felt Y/N tug on his shirt for his attention as she started to sign toward him.

Shane scoffs pinching the bridge of his nose. “If she’s deaf, she can cause problems. Kill herself maybe”

“Shane I wouldn’t—-“

“What? Bring a bunch of rednecks and a disable into our group?” Shane turned toward the group once again but up close was Y/N as she suddenly socks the cop in the face knocking him on the ground.

The cop stumbles to the ground making the man he was talking to step back. Dale quickly looks at Y/N seeing the rage radiate off of her person as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay. Not deaf. I’m just gonna assume and say mute?” He tilts his head with a questioning look waiting for Y/N to inevitably nod as her tense composure relaxed. “Alright. Now that that’s clarified, we’d love to have yea. Uhm. Just…leave him down there” he states directing them toward their camp as Merle approaches the cop who was stunned on the ground while his siblings went head.

“I wouldn’t fuck with my sis, pig” Merle laughs picking up the pace to catch up with them.

So you’re gonna go on this dangerous run into the town? Could it be a ploy to get rid of you? Y/N frowns signing to Merle as he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him to that last part.

“They wouldn’t survive if they tried to kill me”

“Can’t hold it against them” Daryl scoffs. “Watch your back, man. We may hate you too but—“ Y/N smacked Daryl in the chest. “Your family. We want yea back in one piece”

I can go with him Y/N states to Daryl as he shakes his head. He’ll be safer with another one of us

I don’t give a flying fuck. Merle is a big boy he’ll be fine Daryl frowns signing to his sister who grew frustrated instantly. “You’re staying here”

“Y’all know I know sign right?”

Everyone is listening Y/N points with her eyes to the few that would watch them talk with sign language and when they got noticed, they’d turn away. This shit isn’t foreign.

Don’t get feisty. I will be fine, kid Merle scoffs, still awful with his signing but it was enough for Y/N to understand. “Yer gonna go on the hunt with Daryl. I’m going on the Atlanta run. Nothing can go wrong”

Then of course, Merle didn’t come back. But another cop did.

Y/N watches her brother go off on the poor guy after he had just reunited with his wife and son. She watches as Shane turns toward her looking for her to stop Daryl’s outburst toward his best friend Rick. But if she could speak, she’d expose what she sees in the trees.

“Stop your brother!”

The youngest Dixon met him with silence but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a plan.

Shane groans as the situation started to escalate and before either cops could get a hand on Daryl. Y/N suddenly came forward and pinched a nerve to make her brother instantly drop to avoid him landing a shot with his knife.

“Thank you” Rick thanks Y/N as she nods before going to Dale writing in the air knowing that would tell him to get her something to write with.

It took some time to get Daryl to calm down as he was now mad at his sister for what she did. Y/N wrote on the pad of paper with Rick and Shane on either side of her.

Is Merle dead?

“No, just chained to a roof”

Is it easy to get there?

“Also no, Atlanta is infested with the dead that we can’t risk going back in there”

“But I can find us a way” Glenn chimes in getting two concerning looks and Y/N’s curious one. “We have to plan this out though.”

“If that’s the case we can also grab the weapons I left behind” Rick adds only for Lori to protest the possibility of actually losing her husband.

Daryl finally calmed down enough to join the planning process as Y/N taps him giving him a concerning look.

If they won’t help us, we’ll do this ourselves Y/N signs but Daryl’s facial expression gave away to the rest of what she told him.

“What’d she say?”

“I’ll agree with her. We’ll take care of it ourselves if yea don’t—-“

“Nah. We ain’t risking lives. If there’s a way? We’ll do it.” Rick insisted and left to talk to Lori about such.

Once it came time to preparing to leave, Y/N got in the hull of the truck with Daryl as she had her axe strapped to her back watching Rick and Shane talk.

You think he’ll tell his friend?

“Nah. Hell I wouldn’t if I did” Daryl scoffs only for his sister to smack him. Why do you care?

We act on emotions. No one really uses their brain anymore. Y/N frowns. Merle must’ve asked for a death wish. Dumb bitch acts more than thinks

He better be okay Daryl frowns signing that last bit as Y/N takes his hand into hers.

But not finding Merle was just the start. Then the outbreak in the camp. And it continued going down hill…

After helping her drunk brother to their room, Y/N went back to the common room of the CDC hearing Shane’s voice and the heat in such toward who she can only assume to be Lori. Even if the girl had no booze in her system, she had to help a friend out.

Before Shane could even lay a hand on Lori is when the door suddenly flew open and Y/N stumbles forward to the couch. She gave out short laughs or what sounds like puffs of air that could mimic such.

“She had a bit too much” Shane rolls his eyes as Lori shoved him away from her before helping Y/N by wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “We were talking”

“I’m taking care of her” Lori’s glares shot like daggers through his chest as she directs Y/N out of the room.

Once the two were alone in the hallway for a short moment, Y/N straightens herself out which confused Lori but she watches her face grow in concern resting a hand on her arm.

“Am I okay?” Lori asks watching her nod as she couldn’t be happier that she had someone who cared for her, even without knowing everything in its entirety. “I’m good. Thanks to you”

Y/N smiles warmly. Good she signs seeing the confusion grow but given what Lori just said.

“Good?” Lori smiles as she nods happily before making sure she got back to her room with her family.

When the CDC was a blow, literally, and the group was a back on the road. Y/N was in the car with Lori, Carl, Carol, and Sophia as she started to teach the kids a few signs with the same pad and pen given to her from Dale. The four started to get the hang of it, the moms more than the kids.

Especially when Y/N signed to Carol that she was going to go look for her daughter. Even if she ended up finding her brother injured along the way. To add more to his state, the two standing close to one another looking like undead blobs in a crosshair to an idiot who’s never shot a hunting rifle before.

“Y/N, we’ve got him” Rick reassures holding him up gesturing for Shane to help hold him up on the other side in place of Y/N.

Clearly the guys helping never “heard” a mute person before but still felt awful listening to Y/N’s crying as it sounded more painful than a regular cry.

“He’ll be okay” Glenn reassures hugging the girl as she watches Dale and Andrea run over to the group which lead to him getting pushed and Y/N rushing Andrea.

“Jesus Christ!” Dale freaks out when Y/N tackled Andrea down to the dirt, pinning her down and not taking any hits on the woman. “Y/N she didn’t mean to”

Y/N just stared at Andrea ignoring Dale and given the ones not carrying Daryl weren’t breaking the two up. They knew she was trying to teach Andrea something but it was never going to get through to her.

A few hours went by and Carol came into the room Daryl was resting in with dinner for him and to thank him for looking for her daughter. But to add…

“Your sister went back out there. Followed your footsteps…more carefully…to figure out more. But given you found something of Sophia’s. You both are doing so much for me that I don’t want you to risk yourself”

“No one should feel that pain of losing somebody…”

“Then don’t let Y/N feel such. I like her” Carol smiles kissing the archer’s temple before leaving the room.

Everything seems to escalate in the apocalypse. Sophia had met her fate too soon, Carol was heartbroken and Daryl was frustrated. Y/N knew not to get in the middle of Daryl’s outburst but he knew that she’d give him a new one to hurt a grieving mother’s feelings even further.

But his frustration turned when Hershel went missing, because so did Y/N.

The Dixon brothers can be idiots for acting on their emotions before even thinking. But their sister knows to think ahead.

Ahead being the attack on the bar that held Rick, Hershel, and Glenn. When Glenn went ahead and Rick thought he was shot, he quickly ran to his friend finding Y/N had pulled him out of the way just in time.

“How did we not see hear you coming?” Rick laughs relieved as she shrugs with a smile before pointing in the direction she was going to help give them a window of escape.

That act lead to Rick and Glenn finally gaining an interest in learning to sign. But that had to wait for their return with a hostage that didn’t really give anything useful except reveal that Shane was more psycho then they thought. And the farm was just as temporary as the CDC.

House hopping gave them time to learn more signing and for Y/N to grow close with everyone left. So the pain she endured when Lori died broke Daryl watching her sob. He didn’t hesitate to help in that split second as he and Maggie left to get formula and other necessities that’ll benefit the baby that was later named Judith.

“You stick close”

You be safe

Daryl nods continuing to follow the group into Woodbury with Y/N covering their backs. Saving Glenn and Maggie lead to be difficult especially when the one that hurt Glenn was their own blood.

Y/N had managed to get out of getting caught up in the trouble her brothers were now facing. But she helped Maggie and Rick get them out of there, even if the two were only trying to get Daryl out of there.

We can’t have him come back with us

He risked himself to help Daryl. Merle isn’t the same man you met back at Atlanta Y/N sighs at Rick who wasn’t going to have someone who worked for the enemy in their space.

Y/N. Think about the baby. We can’t have the Governor knocking on our door Rick frowns signing back as he really didn’t want to argue with Y/N about this.

He also knows what we are signing. Y/N crosses her arms as Rick turns to Merle who was only growing more annoyed. Ain’t good at it. But still. Regardless. He’s family

“HE CAN GET US KILLED” Rick suddenly yells at Y/N shocking all of them and without a second she shouted back. Sounding strangulated but it made it clear that he made a mistake yelling at her.

“Holy shit” Merle scoffs surprised that even came out of Y/N and in regards for him in that matter. “Look. I can help y’all take down Woodbury if shit ever hit the fan. Hell I can even be chained outside like a dog if it means—-“

“We don’t want you there” Glenn frowns still frustrated with what Merle did. Maggie held his arm keeping close and still worried about his injuries.

“Then…we’ll leave” Daryl states not letting any protests from the others who don’t want the good Dixons to leave.

Yet that didn’t last long and Merle could’ve seen it coming a mile away…but part of him was relieved they didn’t stick with him and he wasn’t going to let his family get hurt.

Even though the world keeps taking and Daryl came back to the prison with dried tears and horrible news to Y/N who could already know by the look in his eyes. She turned to Rick with tears in her eyes as she couldn’t even think of the words to say before looking at her feet then signing.

He has to pay.

And he did. The prison then got an infusion of the Woodbury folk and they started to make the place more of a home.

“I’m gonna go huntin’, wanna come or busy?” Daryl knew she was busy given his sister was currently holding baby Judith and listening to her soft coos that she happily expressed.

Don’t forget to check the snares Y/N signs with her focus still on the little baby but before he left her cell she tapped the metal bars to get his attention. Ask Carol to join you she signs with a smirk that was met with a scoff from her older brother.

“Your sister is in love with that baby”

“She’s always wanted to be a mom” Daryl lead the way to track down the rabbit he spotted tracks for with Carol happily joining him.

“But she doesn’t cuz she’s mute? That stops someone?”

“Stops her but Judith fills that void and I ain’t taking that away from her” Daryl knelt down by a snare handing Carol his crossbow for a second to untie the rabbit that was caught. “Make that stew of yours?”

“Let’s find another and then I’ll make your favorite” Carol smiles watching the heat meet the tip of his ears. “I’ll make it for you regardless of how many you get me”

“Hey uh” Daryl straightens up putting the rabbit in the bag. “Maybe we can do the late watch together instead of switchin’ off?”

Carol couldn’t help the excitement to rise in her chest as she nods with that signature smile of hers.

“Then hurry up Pookie.”

The good days were limited, when Carol disappeared and the illness took out a good handful of people with it’s hell and the undead’s involvement. Daryl knew Y/N took care of herself and was taking care of Judith, Carl, and Beth when the illness came through. Protecting them. Even if she didn’t get sick, she was the first person he had to check on once the medicine got into their people.

Carol will come back Y/N reassures with a smile as Daryl brought his arm around her shoulders bringing her in.

“Can I be honest?” Daryl frowns as she nods. “I don’t have a good feeling…”

There seems to be a pattern. The good then bad then good again. But next was bad and the Governor’s comeback was that.

As Daryl got Beth out of the prison hoping Y/N made it out safe, his anxiety was relieved when she ran into the two right before Beth was taken. Y/N felt awful as if everything happening to them was her fault…guess she shares that with Daryl. The silence between the two grew worse when they came in contact with the Claimers. Y/N didn’t want to sign in case any of them knew but by the looks of them, she really could’ve whenever she had a suspicion. But she thought Shane was insensitive toward her…this group was worse

Daryl woke one night with the Claimers to hear Y/N struggling. He was about to get up and knock the lights out of the guy when he was stopped. No leader in sight meant, they were going against his agreement of not laying a hand on her if he did whatever was asked.

“Stop! You’re hurting her”

“Just trying to get words outta her man” One of them laughs crushing her hand which only resulted in more screaming. “Wow she’s real good with no begging to stop”

“Yknow” Len, the one giving Daryl the most trouble, approaches and took her other hand into his. “We gotta go hard” then suddenly a loud crack was audible as he broke not one, but two of her fingers. Making Daryl break loose from one’s grasp and shoving the other into the guy to avoid being grabbed again as he grabbed Len.

Len was instantly tossed to the ground right as Daryl socked the other Claimer in the face finally letting go of Y/N as she knelt to the ground feeling her hands shake trying to get a look through the blur that her tears caused. But all she saw was bent out of place blobs and felt all the unbearable pain that made her scream for the rest of the night.

Which lead to Len’s death the next morning, done by Joe without a second thought. Daryl, bloody and bruised, took the tape he had to buddy tape her broken fingers after snapping them into place as it only brought more pain. He got a good look of the other hand as they were more of the cutting and brushing type with the other. Daryl watched as her hands shake but he couldn’t hold them to comfort her…that would only cause more pain. He took his rag out wrapping the other hand the best he could even if her tears continued to fall.

“They’ll pay” Daryl whispers only for Y/N to bonk her head against his causing a wince from him and his eyes to lock onto hers. “We gotta find the others quick”

Quick came but lead to another fight and Rick killing the one threatening him and the one trying to have his way with Carl. While Michonne takes out her handler and Y/N held her axe with the one hand with no broken fingers, taking out the one that dared lay a finger on her brother then the siblings took out the last two.

As morning came and Rick was talking about going to this Terminus to see if it’s actually safe or not what it is. He was going to ask Y/N if she’s seen any of their own before meeting with Daryl when he noticed what the Claimers had done.

“Fuckers…”

“You’re just gonna have to do all the talking” Daryl states, checking how bad the bruising was on her arms after taking a few hits during their fight on the road. “It’s a safe bet headin’ to this sanctuary”

“Maybe we’ll find the others”

Hopefully Y/N thought blinking away more tears as she sat on the ground for a bit given they’ve all been through hell. A few more minutes didn’t hurt anyone.

The group got to following the tracks to this Terminus and Daryl couldn’t help but check in on his sister even if it was met with tired and pained expressions. He knew what she meant by them.

When they reached Terminus, Daryl instructed Y/N to keep an eye out in case anything goes south. He doesn’t want to risk her life in there. But she was going to anyway.

Y/N heard the gun shots and right as she was about to head inside, the relief that washed over her when Carol met up with her. She couldn’t be happier to devise something to help get their family out of there.

“Who the fuck are—-“ the gunshot cut the guy off as did Rick stabbing the drift wood in the neck of the other one.

Rick sighs thankful seeing Y/N helping them get out of there as she helped let loose the others with her knife. Daryl instantly brought her face into his hands making sure they didn’t lay a hand on her but she smiled in that second to reassure him.

Finally their group got outside of that hell, with new members as well. Daryl didn’t hesitate to hug Carol when they spotted the other in the woods. Y/N watches the two smiling warmly.

Soon the group was pieced together…with a few missing pieces along the way…the good. Then the bad…this should be the good part now?

“Y/N”

Y/N looks up at her brother confused seeing his usual worried expression burden him.

“Please. Please give me somethin’ that’ll confirm this will be alright”

The youngest Dixon knew the words wouldn’t come out in any way to communicate to him, so all she did was take his hand squeezing it with the strength she had left.

Then the gates opened to Alexandria…

The good.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

So...a little context behind this poll.

Lately, I've felt like I accidentally pigeonholed myself into trying to control what I write and post when it comes to my longer fics. It's been frustrating finding myself stuck and trying to figure out how to get out of that block, and as a result I've been trying to work on personal projects involving my own OCs with Twisted Wonderland just so I can feel like I've done something productive.

I have ideas for the stories from previous polls. I know what I want to do. But I just...got so stuck on one specific fic I promised to finish writing and post first, and now I'm literally stuck trying to get the words flowing. So I had a thought while trying to answer an ask:

Why not do a little rewrite of the very post here that began the Monster!AU and blossomed it into what could possibly be my most popular AU on this blog? (Seriously, thank you all so much who love the AU, I did not expect it to get as popular as it did ;;v;; )

It won't be a full-on prologue rewrite like I said before (possibly up to when Yuu gets taken to Ramshackle and mini!Yuu goes with Crowley and the other staff for the night, though we shall see where inspiration takes me), but I want to flesh it out more with the worldbuilding I've done so far. I also want to expand upon the fact that while these boys may have some humanoid features, they are--in fact--monsters compared to Yuu. I feel like it'll be a fun challenge, like a "before and after" art challenge people tend to do with old drawings, except with writing!

Let me know what you guys think! Poll will close in a day.

And from now on, I'm going to just...let myself be as creative as I want to be and just post whatever I get inspired to finish rather than trying to plan it out. I want you guys to enjoy the stuff I create just as much as I have fun brainstorming and developing all these ideas you all have sent me ;;v;;

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty two: For The Glory Of Merlin (22/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: The trollhunter team enters Merlin’s tomb. Y/n can’t keep her secret anymore.

Word count: 2883

Warnings: canon death/suicide, a drip of angst?

(Season 3 Episodes 7, 8)

Song?: American Teenager by Ethel Cain

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The trollhunter team entered Merlin’s tomb ready to face whatever was inside waiting for them. Y/n was ready to let them face the tests on their own. She trusted her friends, she trusted her father if this was meant to be then they didn’t need her.

She felt like a scientist observing her little mice, getting excited when Toby accidentally stepped on the right tile but frustrated when he didn’t realize what the bag was for. Luckily, Claire quickly sprung into action solving the puzzle in record time. Putting the bag on the tile, taking the room back in time, planting the seed next to the wall they needed to climb, going back and taking the room back to the present with a gigantic plant that they could climb to get to the other side, all in less than five minutes.

Y/n had to bite her cheek to stop a laugh from erupting from her chest. She imagined her father seeing this, seeing Claire demolish his ‘oh so clever trap’ in record time.

“Claire, you’re a genius”

“Good work, Claire”

The team praised as they climbed the root to the other room.

The second room was dark. Here there was no light shining through the outside.

“Ugh” Toby grunted. He had tripped on a rock “Wish we had a light”

“Oh, wait” Claire opened her backpack and pulled out a flashlight “I hate it when my parents are right” she moved the flashlight trying to get a sense of the room.

Claire’s light hit the wall, they returned a green light. The girl frowned, pointing her flashlight directly to the wall not moving it this time.

“Whoa” Toby gasped.

The walls illuminated revealing drawings along them.

Toby ran to observe the drawings from up close.

“Great Gorgus!” Exclaimed Blinky “This appears to be a depiction of history. A timeline”

“The staff of avalon” Jim pointed out.

Y/n got closer to the wall to observe the drawings. She saw Morgana standing proudly next to Merlin, it was back when she was his student, back when hope was still enough. She saw her father standing tall, serious, a little more hair than he had the last time she saw him and then, down to the left, she saw herself with her staff, she was still a child. It was an anomaly that a child had won their staff but she’s her father’s daughter.

She caressed the indentation in the wall, her posture may indicate determination but she was still a child with sad eyes. Y/n smiled, her sadness indicated one thing, that Douxie wasn’t living in the castle yet. Her determination was a facade for the kingdom to see. She wishes she could go back in time to say to herself ‘Hang on! A raven haired boy and his cat are going to come by and save you!’

Y/n’s reflection is cut short by Aaarrrgghh’s roar. She turns around and sees Angor Rot attack the troll with his dagger.

“Run for your life!” Blinky screamed at the trio.

The kids ran as fast as they could but Angor was mad, focused on killing them. He was able to catch up with them by climbing the wall. He jumped and grabbed Jim’s arms, both of them falling to the ground.

“Trollhunter!” Angor Rot squeezed his dagger.

Jim screamed when he saw the troll face from up close.

Aaarrrgghh hit the wall creating an avalanche of stones, giving Jim the possibility to escape from Angor Rot grasp and the trollhunter team to escape from the room.

“Ha! Oh!” Toby laughed before he tripped on something hard.

They turned around and Claire illuminated the floor. Draal’s arm was squeezed into a gate on the floor.

“Draal” Jim took the arm out activating the sharp blades of the trap.

“Is a dead end” Claire said as the blades spun threatening to tear them apart.

Angor Rot screamed as he escaped his tomb of stones, dagger in hand.

“Plan! Plan! Plan? Anyone? We need a plan!” Toby screamed, stretching his arms, trying to protect his friends behind him.

“Draal’s arm. Gunmar must’ve used it to halt the blades” said Blinky.

“Here goes something!” Jim pushed the bronze hand against the blades stopping the mechanism.

Angor Rot growled and charged like a mad bull.

“Go, go, go” Jim was the last to jump, taking Draal’s hand with him.

“I’ll kill you” the troll screamed.

“Jim!!” Toby screamed as he lost his balance on the white quartz he was standing on.

“Wingman!!” Aaarrrgghh ran behind him, jumping to the void and grabbing the quartz as he was able to catch Toby by his pants “Gotcha!”

“Toby!!” Y/n ran to the border and saw the troll balancing himself with one hand while with the other he was holding Toby as they hanged over nothingness.

“I never thought I’d enjoy a wedgie so much” Toby laughed.

Y/n chuckled in relief, walking back giving Aaarrrgghh and Toby space to climb back.

Outside of the cave, in the event of danger, she had her magic, she could always step up if the situation needed it but here, in the cave where no magic was allowed, the only thing she had was a dagger that was useless in this situation.

“Oh, Nana was right. Gonna need those extra undies” Toby panted, fixing his pants.

“Toby” Claire screamed as she threw herself in her arms.

Jim put his free hand on his shoulder with a smile.

Y/n ruffled his hair.

“By Deya’s grace. It appears we’re in the innermost sanctum. The heart of Merlin’s tomb” Blinky admired the infinity cave illuminated by white crystals.

“If this is the heart, I bet Merlin’s staff is somewhere close” said Jim.

Angor Rot’s screams and struggle to get through could still be heard in the distance.

“Draal can’t be far. Look for the staff, I’ll get him back” Jim continued.

“I’ll go with you” Y/n looked at Jim.

“Y/n, no”

“Listen, there’s not much time and you can’t really win me in stubbornness”

Toby nodded

“So I’m going with you. You have no excuse this time. No armor, no sword, no amulet”

Jim took a moment to observe her sister and frowned “Fine” Jim nodded.

“There’s only one way to go” said Blinky

“Down!” Completed Aaarrrgghh

The siblings started to climb down the never ending stairs of crystals in silence. Y/n walked a little behind Jim.

‘He has grown so much’ she thought as she observed the way he walked. The determination in his face, his baby face that couldn’t grow a beard yet ‘Young. Much too young’

She wondered what was with the world and the chosen ones. Why must they be that young? Was it absolutely necessary for the plan? Was the sacrifice of the youth an element so necessary that we must use it again, again and again?

She had lived almost nineteen years next to her father and had never come close to understanding the why of the youngness of the victors, of the saints, of the greats, of the trollhunter in this case. Nine thousand nineteen years walking this earth and still she can’t find an answer as to why a sixteen year old. Why her sixteen year old brother?

Guilt brews in her stomach. If she was able to face Morgana without folding to the memory of what once was maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

“Nothing yet over here” Jim screamed to his friends “This place feels like it goes on forever” he said lower.

“I know, right?” Y/n said, trying to swallow the guilt.

Jim kept walking, gaining distance from his sister. A big growl made Y/n run behind him.

“Guys, I found Draal!” Jim's scream resonated through the cave.

“Hurry! We should regroup” screamed back Blinky.

“Are you okay?!” Y/n screamed when she saw her brother laying down on the ground.

Draal sighed. He was already resigned to the uncomfortable position he was in, multiple crystals holding him in place.

“I’m alright!” Jim stood up and went to help Draal, Y/n right behind him.

“I made an oath to protect you. I have broken that oath. I remember attacking you. I have lost my honor, failed you all!” Draal said, clenching his fist.

“No. It’s not your fault. Gunmar forced you to do things you would never have done yourself. You were under his control” Jim helped the troll put his metal arm and looked him into the eyes “You’re not just my protector, Draal. You’re my friend” Jim hugged Draal, surprising the troll but he quickly reciprocated it.

Y/n looked up trying to give them some privacy.

“Where is it?” Gunmar's angry screams echoed through the cave.

“Gunmar” Y/n looked at Jim.

“We gotta beat him to the staff” Jim turned to Draal “Come on, Draal”

“By my father’s name, he will taste vengeance!” The troll chuckled.

The three of them started to climb down the crystals.

“I see it!” Claimed Jim.

Y/n looked down and saw the green glimmer of the staff of Avalon. The staff was embedded in a crystal cut in half. She took a deep breath. They were halfway through their trip.

“Gunmar’s almost got the staff” Jim said as he slid down to a place Y/n couldn’t follow.

“You get to the staff! I’ll take care of Gunmar” Draal turned his back, inviting Jim to climb in “Hang on, Trollhunter!” He screamed as he jumped to the crystal holding the staff.

“No” Y/n whispered, extending her hands as if she could stop them. She hanged there as she saw Draal pushing Gunmar out of the way so Jim could grab the staff of Avalon. She let go of the worry she had stuck in her lungs in the form of a chuckle when she saw Jim wielding the staff.

“Trollhunter” Angor Rot fell from the sky falling onto the crystal Jim was standing, the strength of the fall breaking it.

“Jim” Y/n screamed.

The trollhunter fell backwards with the crystal clinging to it only with one hand.

“Give me the staff, Trollhunter!” Gunmar jumped to the sinking crystal and tried to take the staff from him.

Jim jumped to the side but the movements of the crystal made him fall.

“Gatcha” Drall caught him by the feet and threw him back into action.

Y/n dug her nails into the crystal, she felt every piece dug into her skin but she couldn’t feel the pain. She couldn’t intervene. She couldn’t help. She felt the tears burning her face as she saw Gunmar clawing Draal’s chest, as she heard her brother plead for the life of his friend.

“We are too late. Gunmar has the staff!” Blinky gasps.

Y/n shakes her head, trying to concentrate back in the present. She let go of the crystal she was holding and jumped to the one her friends were in observing Gunmar stealing the staff.

The group gasped. Angor Rot jumped, magic dagger in hand, ready to stab Jim but Draal stood in the way, getting stabbed instead. Draal quickly grabbed Angor Rot in a chokehold, if he was going down he was going to take the evil that killed him with him.

“You would give your life for a human? Why?” Angor tried to escape Draal’s grip but it was impossible.

“Because he’s my friend!” Draal walked backwards and looked at Jim one last time “It has been my honor, fleshbag” he said before jumping.

“Draal” Jim screamed, running toward the edge where his friend had jumped. Blinky and Toby followed him and dragged him out of the collapsing crystal

“Draal” Jim kept calling.

Y/n held Jim into her arms and whispered into his brother’s hair “He’s gone, Jim, I’m sorry”

“And without the magic of the staff, the cave is collapsing” Blinky warned.

They looked up and saw Aaarrrgghh stopping a crystal big enough to smash all of them.

“Go” screamed the troll as he toasted the crystal into the abyss.

The team ran following the light of an exit that was crushed by a rock big enough that not even Aaarrrgghh could lift.

“Too big” Aaarrrgghh said as he pushed the boulder.

“It’s okay, wingman. You tried” consoled Toby.

“It’s hardly okay” Blinky pushed past Toby. Y/n doesn’t remember seeing him leave “We’re on the distinctly wrong side of the cavern’s collapse. Merlin’s tomb will now apparently become our own” he screamed as he pushed the rock.

The cavern’s growls became more intense, suddenly the crystal started to fall more strongly and frequently. The team ran to Aaarrrgghh looking for refuge.

Y/n closed her eyes trying not to laugh at the irony of dying at the hands of the contraption she builded. As if the world was answering her, the falling of rubble stopped.

“Or we could go that way. There’s an opening” Claire pointed out.

“Thus affording us the opportunity to be trapped somewhere else” complained Blinky.

“Or it’s a way out, huh?” Said Toby “You just gotta think positive”

“I’m not entirely sure I know how” explained Blinky as they started to walk the new path.

“We can tell” said Y/n.

The team kept walking, hiking the falling crystals.

“We need to find a way to go up” said Jim.

“Hmm. Right. Yeah, look for some stairs or better yet, an elevator” Toby laughed

Y/n laughed. She was glad for Toby’s humor right now because she had no idea where they were.

“That way!” Indicated Aaarrrgghh.

Everyone followed and Y/n wished she could live in a moment ago, when she was ignorant of where they were.

“Great Globus, it’s him” announced Blinky.

“Is it really?” Asked Claire

“Must be” said Aaarrrgghh

“Merlin” Jim named him and the stone from the amulet that he kept in his pocket started to shine. He took it out and walked towards the sleeping wizard.

Y/n started to walk backwards, trying to blend with the walls. A part of her wanted to run to her father’s arms, the other just wanted to disappear.

Two small lights jumped from the stone to Merlin’s eyes. Jim got closer, illuminating the wizard with the stone trying to observe him closer. Merlin’s eyes opened wide and took a deep breath, swallowing the spiderwebs. Jim screamed in terror.

Y/n put a hand in his mouth, trying to keep the laughter from coming out.

Jim stood up and observed in awe at the one dead wizard now having a coughing fit.

Merlin, now calm down, lay back down and looked to the side

“Are you the trollhunter?”

“Uh, uh” Jim couldn’t speak.

“I thought you’d be taller” Melin said.

Y/n started to bite her hand so she wouldn’t laugh.

“Yes, I expected much taller. And older” Merlin dusted his armor of “How old are you? Ten?

“Uh, sixteen?” Jim smiled.

“I guess I was only off by, mmm…” Merlin lay back down and started to do the math in his head “Six plus four, carry the one…fourteen years”

Y/n’s laughter died in her throat, her hands fell to her side ‘He wasn’t expecting a child?’

“Holy Merlin. It’s really you!” Toby screamed.

“Just what kind of troll are you?” Merlin looked at Toby up and down

“I’m not a troll! I’m a Toby”

“And who is this lovely creature?”

Claire chuckled.

Y/n smiled. She remembered being a child and her father playing pretend with her. Dancing around his office and all his introductions starting with “And who is this lovely creature?”

“Blinkous Galadrigal, at your ser…”

“Not you” Merlin stopped Blinky and turned back to Claire “You”

“Uh, Claire Nuñez, sir” she walked out from behind Blinky.

“A pleasure, my dear”

“Oh, she gets to be “my dear”” Toby turns to Y/n and rolls his eyes.

Y/n opens her eyes wide. She looks back at Merlin, but he was busy cracking every bone in his body. She sighed in relief.

“Okay, then, first things first” Merlin rubbed his hands “Why haven’t you greeted me?” He lifts his brow.

The team looked at each other in confusion.

Y/n pushed herself out of the wall

“I…I…” her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

“I can see you” Merlin insisted.

The team turned and looked at Y/n.

“I thought…you may want to meet the team first” her accent heavy on her tongue.

“Come to the light” the wizard ordered but his voice was soft.

Y/n looked at her friends' confused faces and looked down, walking the few steps that separated her from her father.

She saw her father’s beard contour in a smile that she mirrored.

“Hi” she whispered as she looked up to his blue eyes.

“I’ve been away for a long time” He grabs her by the shoulders “You really have grown, birdie” he whispers only for her to hear.

Y/n smiles and nods, trying to hold the tears in place. She imagined a thousand times having her father back in front of her, she never imagined her anger would melt.

“I have missed you, father” she smiles, taking one of his hands.

“Whaaaaat?” Toby says.

A/n: this is my version of Merlin and you are so not ready for it!!!

how many chapters do you think it’s going to take me to use drywall by paris paloma or tolerate it by taylor swift? 🤔 i have a whole daddy issues playlist dont tempt me to use more than one song

[seidenbros]

hi ❤ may I request a fic where the reader goes 😳 everytime they see eddie's lips and one day he can't help but ask why they keep looking at him (in a teasing way)?

Hello love! Sorry that it took a while to get this done, and even now, it's rather short, because I'm down with a cold (so I hope this makes sense and isn't messed up due to my drugged up brain). It got a little suggestive, more than I thought it would, but I hope this is kinda what you were picturing 💚

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word count: 1334 Warning/Tags: slightly suggestive, fluff, eddie being a tease (let me know if I missed anything)

Lips Like Honey

It was bad, really bad, but you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering, couldn’t even say when this had started, but at one point, your eyes had landed on Eddie’s lips when you’d been sitting at the table in the cafeteria and you’d wondered what they would feel like on your own lips, on your skin. You’d quickly shaken your head to get that idea out of your head, cheeks burning with embarrassment, because this was nothing you should think about someone who was your friend - and Eddie was your friend, wasn’t he? A couple of weeks ago, he’d asked you to sit with them, since you’d realised that you liked the same stuff, that you were in great company with the boys of Hellfire, and it had proven to be the best decision. Ever since then, you’d been looking forward to your lunch breaks, and to the Club meetings that you were allowed to join to get to know the game.

“You can join us for the next campaign, you know? Make your own character.” Eddie pulled you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on his lips again, which they tended to do even more when he was speaking. Your own lips opened, but closed again, while you slowly looked up at him like he’d just caught you doing something illegal.

“We’ll definitely help you!” Dustin said before Eddie could say what had been on the tip of his tongue. Probably for the better, because he didn’t really want to embarrass you in front of the others, but he’d definitely noticed you staring at his lips again and again, and it made him curious. Especially because you tried to hide it all the time, because you always got so flustered after you’d stared at his lips probably a moment too long. He’d also noticed you squirming in your seat, but ever since he’d noticed, he hadn’t caught you alone.

“Yeah… sounds good,” you managed to say, giving Dustin a faint smile, before you concentrated on your sandwich. That way you didn’t have to look up at Eddie again, whose eyes were boring into you.

Even in class, you began daydreaming when he was there. He didn’t even say anything in class, but he focused on scribbling something down in his notebook - probably lyrics that just came to his mind - or started to draw something, but you couldn’t see what. Because your eyes were glued to his lips again, to the way the tip of his tongue was sticking out. Something he always did when he was concentrating on something.

You cursed yourself for your vivid imagination, because the pictures in your head immediately made you squirm in your seat. You were lucky that your teacher was so focused on delivering his speech, because you wouldn’t have realised if he’d talked to you in that moment. Because in your head, you were somewhere private, Eddie’s lips moving all over your body. Normally, these thoughts were reserved for your dreams that always left you frustrated, because Eddie was nowhere near when you woke up.

“Y/N? Hey, can you hear me?” Eddie snapped his fingers in front of your face, which made you jump a little, hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. You quickly glanced around only to see that everyone except for you two had already filed out of the room because the lesson was over. “You alright? You kinda zoned out there for a bit.” He couldn’t hide the smirk on his lips, because he’d caught you staring again. And you were doing it now as well, only for a moment, before you caught yourself and scrambled up to put your books in your bag and get going.

“Yeah, fine. Just…” You wet your suddenly dry lips with your tongue trying to come up with an explanation. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“You sure that’s it?” Eddie leaned back against his table, arms crossed over his chest, while he kept looking at you like he just caught you doing… what you’d been doing.

“Yeah… yep. See you later!” Nearly tripping over your own feet, you made it out of the room and down the hall, because you just needed to get away. Away from him, away from school to hopefully get a grip.

It probably helped that you didn’t see Eddie until the next Hellfire Club meeting for the end of the current campaign. You’d promised that you’d be there, and you really thought you’d be alright. The meetings were always so lively, so energetic that you had to follow, that your attention was drawn away from Eddie, even though you loved listening to him, and watching him talk. But it was better for you to get that distraction. What you hadn’t expected, though, was that Eddie was in the room alone by the time you arrived. You were usually the last one to get there, and so you’d thought it would be the same right now as well. But it was just the two of you.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, putting your bag down next to your usual spot next to Eddie, because you had the perfect overview from there, and it would have been weird if you’d chosen a different spot today.

“They’re running a bit late as it seems.”

“All of them?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m the one who is already here,” he said with a smirk, because he’d told everyone that they would start half an hour later except for you. Because he’d realised that you’d been keeping your distance, even avoiding him, after you hadn’t spent your lunch breaks with them. He had a pretty good idea what this was about, but he had to find out, had to make sure, and therefore, he wanted to be alone with you.

“So, I haven’t seen you in the last couple of days. Everything alright? You sleep well?” Eddie inched closer to you, leaning over to put his face even closer to yours. “Have any nice dreams?”

His voice dropped lower, and when you cast your eyes downward to his lips, you could see that lopsided smile that made you swallow. You were glad that you were seated right now, because that voice mixed with that look did things to you, that you didn’t want to say out loud.

“So tell me… why do you always look at my lips?”

His words made you hold your breath. You’d been way too obvious for your own good, and you’d had a feeling that he’d caught up with that, but that he asked you about it now, made you wish that the floor beneath you would open up and swallow you whole. At least until he kept talking.

“Been thinking about what they could do?” He leaned even closer now, his lips brushing against your cheek, while his hand landed on you thigh for leverage. “How they would feel on your skin?” He’d seen right through you, and you couldn’t suppress a whimper when his lips made contact with the shell of your ear. “Because I’d gladly show you. Been thinking about this as well.”

“Eddie…” you whispered, but it came out more like a moan. That sound made Eddie’s grip on your thigh tighten, and he pulled back a little.“Just say the word and we can make these thoughts reality.” Now, his eyes were lingering on your lips, waiting for you to say something, but before you could do that, the door opened, making you both pull back when the others filed into the room. Your heart was still racing in your chest, and Eddie’s look told you that he was still waiting for an answer - and he’d get that answer once you finished that campaign, knowing that it would be torture for Eddie. But after weeks of dreaming about him, of torturing yourself, it was only fair that he got to suffer a little before you yelled yes from the top of your lungs.

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[danmeiljie]

How Its Should Have Happened: A Series of Advance Bravely Fix Its

Episode 26

Yuan Zong watched Xia Yao with fond, relieved eyes as the younger man slowly chewed purple grapes, careful not to upset his healing face. The whole left side was covered in angry red scabs that were desperately trying to grow new skin. The effect left his cheek and temple pulled slightly taut whenever he moved, but Xia Yao pretended it didn't hurt. When Xia Yao's bright eyes caught his gaze, Yuan Zong smiled back warmly.

"What do you think?" Xia Yao asked, raising his eyebrows and turning his face towards Yuan Zong so he could see the wounds. "Is my face back to normal?"

Yuan Zong controlled his features to give a neutral expression, "...Almost." He refused to let the younger man look in a mirror again for at least a week.

"What does 'almost' mean?" Xia Yao looked like he was one second away from a pout.

"It means you're definitely healing, but not quite completely back to normal yet," Yuan Zong patiently explained.

"I bet you can barely tell anything happened, right?" Xia Yao looked much younger sitting in his hospital clothes perched up against many pillows in the hospital bed, with such a hopeful look on his pretty face.

"Babe, don't worry. It will keep healing." Yuan Zong reached and squeezed Xia Yao's hand to emphasize his point. Xia Yao squirmed in the bed, torn between enjoying being called 'babe' by such a handsome man, and frustrated that his face still carried the marks of the brutal assault.

Yuan Zong took pity on the boy and acquiesced, "You look much better than you did a few days ago."

"Really?" Xia Yao's fallen expression brightened again and he laughed, falling back against the pillows. Yuan Zong sighed in his heart. He knew he would deny this man nothing.

"Hey, Da-ge," Xia Yao asked sweetly, drawing out the word in a coquettish tone. "Can you raise my feet a little higher?"

Yuan Zong smirked at the brazen flirting but stood and bent over to adjust the settings at the foot of the electric hospital bed. Just after he turned away, he felt a slender hand slap his butt. This boy! He turned and gave an exaggerated scowl.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Yao laughed, "I just felt like smacking such a perfect butt!"

Yuan Zong's expression turned dangerous and he fixed Xia Yao with a meaningful stare and he slowly turned around and loomed over the reclined patient. Putting both hands on either side of the bed, he leaned his face close to Xia Yao's right ear.

"You may be recovering now, but don't think you can escape punishment for being naughty when we get home," he whispered in a low voice.

Xia Yao shivered with anticipation and the caress of Yuan Zong's warm breath on his skin. He pushed a hand against Yuan Zong's chest so he couldn't get closer.

"It wasn't that naug–"

His reply was cut off by a persistent tongue pushing into his mouth and lips sucking him inside. Yuan Zong kissed Xia Yao deeply, and perhaps more firmly than he should have, like he was reclaiming what was his. Xia Yao enjoyed the passionate kiss but successfully pushed Yuan Zong away and sunk back into the pillows, looking up at Yuan Zong through his eyelashes, his lips red from the abuse.

"Someone could walk in!" He protested in a hushed tone.

Yuan Zong arched an eyebrow as if to say, 'That's exactly my point.'

Yuan Zong straightened up and tucked the blankets around Xia Yao and repositioned the bowl of grapes to the center of his lap, having been disturbed by the sudden kiss.

"Behave." He ordered with a private smile and Xia Yao nodded, popping a new grape between those delicious lips. Yuan Zong swallowed and had to tell himself it was worth the wait. Soon, when Xia Yao's face and broken leg was healed, they would engage in more vigorous bedroom activities again.

Yuan Zong was about to sit back down at the bedside when both men turned towards the opening room door, only to find Mama Xia with a frantic expression on her beautifully painted face.

"Oh my God, my Son!"

[the-missann]

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Next up is

Jax Barmen!

He's a super cute cutie and aside from his role in the story being related to the researcher who initially discovered 4th Dimensional beings (no, that's not a big deal in the story). Jax serves as the groups researcher.

He's extremely intelligent and enjoys theoretical research. Being a senior in high school, he has plans to go off to college and become a theoretical scientist.

Jax is also the pretty/popular boy of the school. Everyone loves him because he's personable and friendly. Jax is my sweet boy who tries his best to make sure the girls and women around him are taken care of and comfortable, and anyone else is met with nothing but kindness. I don't even think it's possible for him to even have bad thoughts.

Jax is also kind of the dad of the group being able to settle everyone down when they're feeling stressed or anxious about something. Outside of that, Jax often is the reasonable one of the group being able to make rational decisions and account for what they should or shouldn't be doing.

I actually just made this drawing randomly and it's not based on the excerpt. Here, Jax and Cassie are essentially having a sleep over where Jax is going to teach her something she's interested in. They're so cute too, they're suppose to he wearing matching PJs ☺

Also, his hair is different because I'm very bad at drawing 😄

Here's a snipit of him!

It was now silent in the car, Jax got to a stop light and spoke to the pair.

“You guys are arguing about this? Have either of you thought about the actual situation?”

Larson looked at Jax. “You must want to die.” Larson threatened. “I am thinking about the situation.”

“No, you’re only thinking about disagreeing with Cassie because you believe she’s wasting our time. You have yet to say any kind of idea you have.”

Larson looked off and let out an audible sigh.

Cassie smiled. “Yeah, at least I’m trying to come up with something!”

Jax looked back at Cassie. “And you are deciding things without concern about consequence.”

Cassie shrunk under his voice. “But I-”

“I know, Cassie, you think this will be good. So I have to ask you, why is it good?”

Cassie sat back. “Because… we’ll get to have allies if we help them?”

“That’s a good reason, but here you miss a major point—we could also find out more about rifts. If they know things we don’t then it’ll only benefit us, but at what cost?”

Cassie was going to say something, but remained quiet.

So Jax continued. “We don’t know if they’re stronger than you guys and they very well might be. So maybe next time just say you have a good idea and we can go from there…” Cassie pressed her lips together. “And Lars, maybe don’t doubt Cassie for every little thing she does. Have some faith in her gut choices and listen to her suggestions, but I agree with your concern. This might be a huge waste of time, but I believe we’ll get something out of it and that’s worth the risk.”

The silence continued after he finished talking. The frustrated pair sat with his words without a single retort. Eventually, when the light turned green, Jax started to drive again.

Larson let out a sigh and spoke. “Besides sounding like a parent who’s scolding his children, you…have a point,” Larson began, “but what are we even going to get from this?”

“As I said, we may be able to learn more about rifts. As well as other species that might exist within them.” Jax stated calmly.

Larson sighed. “Fine, we’ll consider taking this guy down…”

“Alright, we’ll go from there.” With that Jax ended the conversation...

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Fun fact: his design still isn't what I want, but it's close enough that I'm willing to settle for this. Jax also does his own hair and at one point, I added a scene where Cassie doesn't know how to give herself cornrows and Jax helps her 😊

[multi-lefaiye]

OC Kiss Week: Sloppy Spellwork

wrote this prompt for day 7: sloppy! may not have been able to finish the other prompts like i was planning, but at least i got this one :'>

featuring my boys henry and eden <3

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“You’re doing it wrong,” Eden says abruptly from where he’s sitting across from Henry. Henry can feel Eden’s eerie amber eyes boring into him, but he doesn’t look up from the spell circle he’s drawn in chalk on the ground, nor does he set down the stick of white chalk he’s holding.

“What is it this time?” he asks drily, tapping the fingers of his free hand against the hardwood floor. After a moment, he glances up, shooting a teasing smirk Eden’s way. “Am I missing a sigil? Did I draw the circle a little too wide? Oh, did-”

“Can you take this seriously?” Eden snaps, clearly not amused. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“A lot.” Henry shrugs, his smirk still firmly in place. When Eden’s answering scowl doesn’t budge, he sighs as his smile falls. “C’mon, clearly this magic bullshit is beyond me. I’m too fucking stupid for this shit.”

Henry smiles again, though it’s a bit more bitter this time as he adds, “Maybe you should just give up and we’ll leave the spell-casting to you.” Though he keeps his tone lighthearted, he’s sure his frustration is bleeding through.

Eden rolls his eyes and leans forward, snatching up Henry’s hand and redirecting it. His hands are small and warm in a way that feels pleasant against Henry’s cold, calloused skin. With surprising gentleness, he moves Henry’s long, knobby fingers into a different position, adjusting his grip on the chalk.

“You’ll get it,” he says firmly, his eyes locked on Henry’s half-finished circle. “You’re not stupid--you’re just being sloppy.” It’s probably the closest thing Eden’s given him to a compliment since they’ve met. Despite himself, Henry cracks a smile.

“Awww, you’re getting soft on me,” he says teasingly. “What happened to the Eden who calls me a dumb fuck every time I do something stupid?”

“He’s still there,” Eden replies easily, “but you’re not doing something stupid right now, so he’s taking a backseat.” He looks up, locking eyes with Henry, and though his expression is hard, there’s something almost soft in his eyes. “You just need to practice.”

Henry’s mouth feels dry as he watches Eden’s face, taking in the other man’s sharp features. Up close, Eden’s eyes look like molten gold, bright and shining as they stare at him. For a moment, they almost look like they’re shimmering in the afternoon light filtering through the window. All Henry can think is, God, he’s beautiful.

The moment passes quickly, though, and Eden looks away, back down at their joined hands. “You did miss a sigil,” he explains, his voice oddly strained and expression unreadable. “Just- here, let me.” Still being surprisingly gentle, he presses Henry’s hand down, guiding him through drawing a sigil in the corner of his spell circle.

All too soon, Eden lets go of Henry’s hand and sits back, tucking a lock of curly blond hair behind one ear. A little grin spreads across his face as he clasps his hands in front of him.

“Okay,” he says. “Remember what I told you?” When Henry doesn’t answer right away, Eden lets out a soft exhale. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Henry nods, his mouth still feeling oddly dry as he forces himself to stop staring at Eden, instead looking down at the circle of runes and sigils before him. He sets aside the chalk and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. His heart is beating a frantic, stuttering drumbeat in his chest, and he can feel his hands trembling as he holds them over the circle.

“Relax,” Eden says. His tone is far from soothing, still an abrupt barking order, but it does the trick, and Henry nods stiffly as he tries to relax his shoulders.

“So I just… imagine what I want to happen, right?” Henry says. “Like, form the spell in my mind, you said?” He hates how hesitant he sounds. It isn’t like him to be so nervous, but he so desperately wants to do it right this time.

“Something like that,” Eden says, and Henry can hear the smile evident in his voice. “This is a set spell, so it can’t do whatever you want it to, but your thoughts and intentions will guide what it creates.” Henry hears him shift, the sound of painted black nails tapping against the floor. “Focus your thoughts on one specific thing, and then place your hands down on the circle.”

Henry does just that. His mind is racing with thoughts of brown, sun-kissed skin, of curly blond hair tumbling over bony shoulders, of a teasing smirk revealing jagged little teeth, of pools of melted gold that glimmer in fiery sunlight.

He puts his hands down on the circle, and he feels a sensation like he’s never felt before. A burst of white-hot warmth snakes down his arms and through his hands, startling him into opening his eyes just in time to see a flare of gold light erupting from the circle. It twists and turns in the air before him, letting off white sparks before it disappears in a flash.

For a long moment, neither man speaks. Henry looks at Eden to see that he’s staring at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Then, Henry smiles sheepishly. “How was that?” he says.

Instead of responding verbally, Eden lunges forward and wraps his arms around Henry’s shoulders, tugging him down and slamming their lips together. The kiss is at an awkward angle, and it ends far too quickly for Henry’s liking, as Eden pulls back only a moment later to shoot Henry a wide, toothy grin.

“That was incredible,” Eden breathes. He looks genuinely impressed, more so than Henry has ever seen him. After a moment, though, he seems to remember himself, and he pulls away from Henry entirely to sit back. It’s hard to tell against his skin tone, but he seems to be blushing as he forces his smile down.

“For your first spell, at least,” he says in a clipped tone. “You still need practice--lots of practice. But that was a good start.”

Henry’s mouth is tingling. He wants to kiss Eden again, but he restrains himself. Instead, he grins, wide and goofy.

“Well,” he says, “what are we waiting for, then? Let’s get practicing!” If it means Eden kisses him again, he’s more than happy to draw as many chalk circles as the other man wants.

[indulgnc]

OC fic [an]+dante, allergies 1.1k

heyy here with some of the ghost boys...! ft my oc An and @hachiibun 's Dante! enjoy!

An wishes he could freeze this moment in time. Not in the way that an ice pack stings when you hold it bare-handed, but how honey liquidates when poured into warm tea.

Or something like that. An’s never been good with words. Or intimacy. So the fact that he, right now, is curled around his boyfriends frame is fucking insane. Dante shifts, and it all feels too real. In a nice way, An thinks. It may have taken them a damn year to get to this point, and even longer for him to be in close capacity with someone--physical affection was always an impossible hurdle for him. 

Except for one damn thing. An’s nose fucking itches. Normally, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Sneeze once, get over with it, move on. An didn’t care, Dante didn’t care, they were close enough that it just didn’t matter. Unlike Dante, who got weirdly shy (about sneezing of all things), An was normal, thank you very much. But this time, something was different, bordering frustrating. The itch kept coming back; he’d sneezed twice already, and it seriously wasn’t doing anything to bring relief. His eyes stung, he couldn’t stop blinking, and he perpetually felt halfway to a sneeze.

An, for the record, did not have any allergies. That was a fact. Dante did, and he didn’t. Simple as that.

The feeling culminated, and An gasped, expression drawing up. “hHI--hh’ISHEW!! --IISHeWW!--SHEW-!! Agh…” The sneezes were half muffled into Dante’s shoulder, as the other party shivered in surprised. 

“Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Dante murmurs, half asleep. “Five times, actually. Are you coming down with something?” He rolls over to feel An’s forehead. An just jerks forward with another sneeze, nearly hitting Dante’s head with the force of it. Then another. Another, this one more tired, his body trying to get rid of the residual itch.

“No,” An sniffles, and it’s audible in his voice. “I’d tell you if I was.” He’s still ducked down, but he can just imagine Dante’s frown from how he talked, his brow probably furrowing. 

“No, An.. no you wouldn’t.” It’s spoken with a sigh, and he turns his boyfriend’s face back upward. “Come here.” 

An brings his head up and sniffles again. It’s hard not to, with this damn itch. 

“Well…” Dante’s hand is soft, still a bit warm from the shower he’d just taken. “It doesn’t seem like you have a fever, at least.” He’s still got a look of concerned staining his face, and An hates that he’s worrying so much over him. He fine. He goes to say just that, but as soon as he makes the mistake of taking a breath though his nose, its over.

“hiIH’--ISHuew-! --IISHyyw! Sorry, I have to, ha--” Well it’s a little late for a warning, he barely manages to think as his breath draws up again. “hiHII’SHUU!! hIShUH! --IISHU--! ..haH.?! -- uh’IIshyiEW-!!” An doesn’t think he’s ever…sneezed as forcefully, as that last bit. All he can manage is bringing his hands up in the general direction of his face, twisting slightly away from Dante.

“Have to sneeze. Well, had to.” An finishes breathlessly, as if the declaration is still anywhere near needed. 

“Bless you hun, jeez,” Dante trails off. “Is something bothering you..? If you’re sure you’re not sick, that is.” He leans to pull An closer, tugging him inwards and carding his hands through his boyfriends hair.

“Not…,” An bites down on his tongue, trying to get through one damn sentence without sneezing again. “Sick. Just my,” he’s cut off by and itchy triple. “Just my, snF. Nose. Itches. My eyes are fuckin’ watering, I dunno what the hell it is.”

Dante mentally runs through the places tissues may be located in the room, but doesn’t want to get up just yet to grab some. For now, he’s selfishly too comfortable with An tucked into his chest. “You think you’re allergic to anything?”

“No.” The answer is quick. “I don’t get allergies.”

Dante almost sighs. “That’s… yes, I know, but they can develop.” He breaches the explanation before An has to get over his pride to ask. “Usually, for me, it makes my nose itch a lot. And eyes, sometimes face… Just, irritation. Anything like that?” Another “no,” because An tends to think he knows every signal his body does and doesn’t send him (and really, it’s not his strong suit. He’s got a tendency to do thinks like forget to drink water for a day, simply because he doesn’t sense his body’s ask for it.)

An leans in to Dante’s neck, almost pouting. He goes to nibble it as a distraction, inhaling, and that is when it hits him. That is absolutely, one hundred percent when it hits him. Dante smells different. Like a flowery sort of scent.  And it fucking burns. 

“DanT--” He can’t even stutter out the name before he ducks into Dante’ hoodie collar. “H’EESH’’-IEW! iisHUYEW--!--ISHHu’--,  IIISH--! !!  SNf,.. hEH…isiHUIIEW! hUH’USHuIEW! hhh..” He can barely get a breath in, managing to pull himself from Dante and whatever the hell that smell is before flipping around.

He covers his face with teary eyes, half-glaring at Dante. “You…hhI’ISShuIEW!-- ISShu! You, your—“ Dante looks confused, rightfully so. 

“You smell like something,” An manages to choke out, before sniffling and gearing up for yet another sneeze. They’re starting to lower in intensity, and grow in number. “hiH’ISShuiew!--h’ISHUEw!” His breathing ragged, he manages to stutter out ,“Allergic…” before falling victim to another one of his rapid fits.

Scent. Oh, yes. That must’ve been the bodywash Dante had used just half an hour before. He’d thought it smelled nice, but apparently, An’s immune system seemed to disagree. 

“Oh, honey..” Dante got up quickly, backing away. He managed to fish a box of tissues out of An’s nightstand drawer, and all but tossed them over to avoid being too close. “I’m sorry, I was using a new soap. I guess you do have allergies, then…” An, nose buried deep into his own sleeve, could only answer with a wet sniffle. He didn’t dare take the pressure off his nose in fear of starting up again, and just nodded in response.

“I,” Dante moved towards the door, “am going to shower now. With my normal soap.” An looks up at him, and before he can even say anything, Dante adds: “No, you cannot come with me. You’re already sneezing your head off, that defeats the point.” 

An sighs, one more tired sneeze echoing off the walls. “You know me too well, babe.” Yes, Dante thinks, yes I do. “Come lay with me afterwards…?”  Even if Dante were to say no (which, he wouldn’t) An’s puppy eyes could rival an actual puppy.

“Yes, of course.” He gestures towards the tissues again. “Now, go blow your nose. I’ll be back as soon as I can, so go ahead and get comfortable, alright?

[evaofkonoha]

I got one! Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

hehe yay! I got a bite! thank you Magma ;) As for a scene that was cut, unfortunately when I kill my darlings, I really kill them, so they are gone forever :(

However~ I do have quite a few WIPs I have written that may never see the light of day, so I am happy to share a bit from one of those!

This is from a thing I wrote back in April maybe? It's called "Boy of the Year," it's SNS, specifically power bottom Sasuke dynamic and helplessly pining Naruto. Honestly, it's mostly just smut XD I needed inspiration, so I sprinted this whole thing out pretty quick if I remember. correctly. For some reason it's set in Fort Worth? Yeah... idk either. Maybe I will still post it one day? Until then, here is a very long and not totally smutty but a little tease from this WIP!

(warning this is hardly proofread or anything, it's in pretty raw form) --------------

Sasuke is… intense, as Naruto has discovered. 

The door wrenches open, Sasuke already nude, signature smirk on his stunning features. Sasuke’s bold attitude towards his body, and sex, has taken some adjustment on Naruto’s part. Sasuke is so incredibly confident that answering the door naked is probably without a second thought. 

Of course, Naruto can’t help but ogle his incredible body, so lithe, all lean muscle and flawless pale skin, everything about him is elegant. That’s the only word in Naruto’s limited vocabulary that seems to sum up all of the parts of Sasuke Uchiha. Even in the throes of passion Sasuke is exquisite. 

Meeting those dark brown eyes again, glittering, Sasuke appears very aware that Naruto is blatantly checking him out, like he always does when they meet up. Naruto can’t stop the blush that blooms across his cheeks even if he wanted to. 

“You’re slow,” Sasuke says, tone light, as he leans against the door frame, making no effort to hide his body. It is taking all of Naruto’s self control to not look down at Sasuke’s cock, which is semi-hard and gorgeous and right there.

“It’s busy, it’s Saturday, and I have to cross through most of downtown to get here,” Naruto explains, trying to force himself to stop bouncing in place, afraid it makes him look eager. Which is hilarious because he is eager.

“I’m feeling restless,”

“I figured,” Naruto says, suppressing a sigh. Naruto functions as Sasuke’s pick-me-up, the same way his black coffee does. 

A soft hand reaches up to caress Naruto’s cheek, leaving Naruto shivering slightly at the touch.

“I’m glad you came over, [character name] isn’t in town right now, and I’ve had a really long day,” Sasuke croons, his melodic voice drawing Naruto in. 

Closing his eyes in a combination of frustration and pleasure, Naruto pleads, “Please don’t talk about [name] while I’m here.” 

Sasuke chuckles softly, “That’s right, you don’t like me mentioning my other friends,” his hand moves lower, caressing Naruto’s neck, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt before roughly pulling him closer, “You’re so jealous…” Sasuke’s voice is playful, breath tickling his ear, leaving Naruto quivering in the apartment’s hallway. 

“C’mon,” Sasuke pulls him in roughly, letting the door slam shut behind them before throwing Naruto up against it with a solid thud. Those sinful lips descend on him, kissing his breath away. It’s immediately sloppy and wet, Sasuke’s tongue plunging into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. The taste of tobacco and peppermint tea is exquisite, so uniquely Sasuke. 

That tempting, naked body moves in flush with Naruto’s, his fingers playing with the neckline of Naruto’s shirt. On instinct, Naruto’s hands move to Sasuke’s waist, gripping slightly, earning a barely-there moan.

Teeth bite and pull at Naruto’s lower lip, a little spark of pain turns to pleasure drawing a guttural groan from Naruto as heat and adrenaline flood Naruto’s body, pooling in his lower abdomen. Prior to Sasuke, Naruto never liked anything painful, never found it arousing. It’s different now. Everything with Sasuke is different.

[marvinswriting]

ménage, chapter one

ménage: (noun) the members of a household consider this an attempt two, a rewrite- if you will. MASTERPOST riley pov

The kitchen was silent.

The whole house was.

But the young girl’s focus was on the kitchen. She walked with a practiced silence, tiptoeing across the tiled floor and moving around the squeaky areas. She knew what to do- where to look.

It wasn’t her first time playing this game. Nor was it her first time winning. She was yet to lose and would not be starting tonight.

“Audwin,” She whispered, drawing out the last vowel almost like a song. “Where are you?”

There was no response, but she didn’t expect one. She didn’t need the help.

Her eyes darted over the countertop, looking for the little movements in the dim lit kitchen. The moonlight shown bright over the sink and space around it, so she focused on the corners.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” She teased, silently crossing the room.

In one quick motion, she scooped the toaster off the counter, grinning at the space behind it.

Nothing.

Confused, she glanced around the room. Now she was beginning to get stumped. “Audwin?”

Behind the paper towel holder? No. Somehow in the junk draw? Nope, not even cracked open. Hidden in the shadows? The young girl flicked on a light. Even with the room freshly lit- nothing.

“Are you even here?” Her voice was louder this time.

It was dangerous to be so open about this, to call out at a normal volume and turn on the lights. If Audwin was hiding, he was most likely left by now.

Frustration was seeping into her voice. “Audwin?”

“Give up yet?”

The voice came from above. There, on the tallest shelf of the highest cabinet, sat a young boy no older than the girl and no taller than four inches. “Finally got you,” He gloated.

Hooking an open safety pin into the cabinet's hinge, he slid down using string and landed on the counter with grace.

“I don’t know if thirty-four to one is really ‘getting me’.”

“It’s a start.”

The young girl flicked off the lights again, protecting the borrower with the darkness. “How have you been?”

“Surviving.”

“Need anything?”

“Not for another couple days.”

The two friends went through the routine, asking the same questions and receiving the predictable answers. It was relaxing and familiar. The young girl wouldn't change it for the world.

The borrower's voice traveled softly across the kitchen as he spoke. His voice was raised enough to reach the young girl's ears and go no further. Her voice was hushed yet the same volume as his.

They needed to be quiet.

Nobody knew they hung out. Borrowers would think the boy was reckless and humans would think the girl was crazy.

They met in secrecy, enjoying the moonlight in the kitchen of the orphanage. When the girl was supposed to be in bed and the boy was supposed to be searching for supplies was when they had their best conversations.

They had two different worlds, two different lives. And both knew that. Yet during their midnight meetings, they were equal.

“Tired?” Audwin asked, watching the young girl yawn.

“No.” She lied.

“You should get to bed.” The borrower commented after a while. “You’re going to be miserable tomorrow if you don’t.”

The girl smiled. “Maybe.”

“Definitely."

“Okay, I’ll get some sleep. Same time, same place tomorrow?”

“May the start of my winning streak begin.” Audwin smiled, watching the girl get up and leave the kitchen. Only when the house fell silent once more did he head for the broken outlet on the floor.

“That’s my favorite story.” Lenna said, pulling her teddy bear close.

“Really? Because I think you say that every night.” Riley closed the notebook. “My favorite is when the borrower fights a mouse.”

“He fights a mouse?!”

“Shh!” Riley covered the younger girl's mouth, motioning for her to lean back in bed again. She adjusted Lenna’s covers once more and glanced to the other side of the room where Kenny slept, unphased, before continuing. “Yes, he fights a mouse. And I’ll read you that one tomorrow if you go to bed right now.”

“But I wanna hear it tonight!”

“Lenna, you told Rebeckah if I read you a bedtime story you would go to bed without issues.”

Lenna pouted. “But I’m not tired! I’m nine! Why can’t I stay up?”

“Sorry sweets, Rebeckah said it’s bedtime. Look, Kenny fell asleep.” Riley pointed to where a brown mop of hair stuck out from under the covers of another bed, across the room.

“Kenny is eight. I’m nine.”

“Yes, a very big age gap. I understand.”

Lenna stuck out her tongue.

“Okay, let’s make a deal,” Riley held out her hand “If you go to bed now without any problems, I’ll read you two bedtime stories tomorrow.”

The younger girl was quick to shake her hand. “Deal!”

Riley held her finger to her lips and Lenna whispered a dozen softer ‘sorrys’ and ‘deals’ before relaxing backwards into her bed.

“Goodnight, Lenna.”

“Night, Rye. I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Riley shut off the lamp next to the young girl's bed and left the door open ajar behind her. She could hear Lenna humming to herself as she walked away- likely doing everything a child can do from her bed but sleep.

Thank god Kenny slept through almost anything.

They were the two youngest kids Rebeckah was fostering, and proven to be quite the handful. Riley didn’t mind helping out Rebeckah, and she knew Evan and Matteo felt the same. But sometimes ultimatums, pinky promises, and childish deals were the only way to keep the two of them under control.

Bedtime stories worked wonders as well, of course.

Rebeckah’s study was already open when Riley approached it, and the half shut door swung as she knocked on it.

“If I wanted you out, it would be locked!” Rebeckah’s voice called out.

“Sorry, I know you are getting some last minute work done, just wanted to put this back.” Riley said, holding up the notebook.

“Oh don’t apologize, it’s a Saturday night, what I’m doing now is not important- just getting it over with. You’re a welcome distraction.”

Riley slipped the notebook back into place on the shelf, amongst the dozen of other small notebooks.

“Kenny give you problems about bedtime?”

“Nah, he was already knocked out by the time I got there. It was actually Lenna.”

“Oh dear, that means he’ll be up in the morning like a cat with zoomies.”

Riley was pretty sure that was just how children were, but she wasn’t the expert. Instead, she turned her attention back to the notebooks. “How old were you when you started writing these stories?”

“Thirteen maybe? Or possibly fourteen. I was around Megan’s age.”

“Fourteen and writing those stories?” Riley had had this conversation with Rebeckah before. She acted shocked and then tried to convince her foster mom to publish. Rebeckah would shake her head and call them personal and Riley would argue that if she had the talent that Rebeckah had she would show everyone. Rebekah would tell her it's a good thing she wasn’t her then, and it would be the end of conversation.

The stories were the one thing Rebeckah got on edge about. They were important to her, as they were to all the kids in the home. But she was the writer. There was arguably more importance there.

“I won’t publish them, Riley.”

“Not even publish! Just show more people than us! This is like folklore level shit-”

“Language.”

“-tiny people in the walls? Literally fantasy. You could start urban legends just by word of mouth if you read them aloud to people.”

“I wouldn't be starting anything. Myths of borrowers have been around long before me. Besides, they’re personal stories, Rye. There’s more of me in those little tales than you think.”

Riley wasn’t sure if that was a narrative comment or if Rebeckah meant projection wise, but it made sense. The stories felt so real! All of the older kids had been trying to get her to publish them for so long.

“Alright,” Riley deflated. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Thank you,” Rebeckah hugged her softly. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“It’s a Saturday though!”

“And last Saturday, you, Matteo, Evan, and Meg were up until three am. It messed up your sleep schedule for three days.”

“We won't let it happen again,” Riley said with a wink before leaving the room.

“Riley!”

“Don’t shout, you’ll wake Lanna and Kenny, I’m almost there.”

Riley made her way up the stairs, passed the children’s room, past Rebeckah’s room, past the two other empty rooms, and to the door at the end of the hall.

Matteo’s room.

Evan and Megan were already there, impatiently waiting with a movie cued up on the screen.

“Have trouble with the younger ones?” Matteo asked.

He was the oldest foster and the first Rebeckah took in. He, Riley, and Evan were the closest in age. He was only a couple months older than Riley, who turned seventeen two weeks ago. Evan turned seventeen in another two weeks.

Megan was thirteen. She sat right in the middle of the six kids. On one hand, Lanna and Kenny were literal children and on the other, four years felt like a pretty big age gap when it makes up one fourth of your life.

Riley didn’t mind hanging out with Megan, though.

The girl was good company and kept her sane amongst the two boys.

But sometimes-

She looked at the horror movie loaded up on the TV.

-Megan being with them felt like a bad idea.

“Are we sure this is a good movie?”

Matteo shrugged. “Megan picked it.”

“I can handle it.” The teenager insisted. “It’s pg-13.”

It wasn’t the rating, more so how easily spooked Megan could be. Still, Riley sighed. “Alright, let's watch it.”

Despite what Meg said, she tapped out halfway through the movie, claiming she was ‘just tired’ and ‘ready for bed’. The older three smiled knowingly before finishing the movie themselves.

It was around eleven when Rebeckah came upstairs and told everyone to go to bed.

“We’re too old for bedtime.” Evan huffed, making his way to the room he shared with Riley.

“God you sound like Lenna.”

Evan was Riley’s best friend, undeniably. They begged Megan to switch out with Evan so that the two of them could share a room, and Rebeckah knew better than to deny them of it. They were the closest duo in the home. Both in age and friendship. They were taken into the home around the same time.

It only made sense.

“Make any progress on ‘help Rebeckah see how talented she is and how it’s time to publish’ yet?” Evan asked, sitting on his respective side of the room.

It was split down the half with duct tape, which Rebeckah called an immature move. The two of them called it keeping peace. The only thing breaking center was a bisexual pride flag hung on the ceiling, equally on each side. Riley’s muted and minimalist decor kept to her side, and Evan’s messy and bright belonging kept to his.

“No, and she’s predicting it now.”

“We need to switch up our methods. We should ask Matteo.”

“I just don’t understand why she wont show other people!” Riley flopped on her bed. “It’s not like she’s secretive about it. She proudly shows us them as bedtime stories. It’s just-”

“-god forbid the fiction leaves these walls?”

“Yeah.”

Evan shrugged. “Listen, at least she doesn't wholey gatekeep. We’re still blessed.”

“It just doesn't make sense. Rebeckah is an open book and a gem to the community. Other people's words- not mine.”

“I believe it.”

“So why is this the hill she dies on?”

“We may go crazy trying to analyze the mind of Rebeckah Wynn. Instead,” Evan rolled onto his stomach and propped his head up on his elbows. From across the room, Riley could see the glint in his eye. “Wanna hear about the cute girl I saw at work today.”

“Sure, fill me in on your over romanticized life. How was brushing hands with a girl you’ll never see again as you passed her a coffee?”

“It was different this time!” Evan rolled his eyes. ”Don’t be a mood kill, she’s my new coworker.”

“Oh?”

Riley sat up, her worries about Rebeckah guarded up writing talents forgotten as Evan began describing his day.

wc: 2076 you can applaud, ik you want to. i did say i’d finish menage one day and I’m not a liar. I just figured like two years later I should probably rewrite what i’ve got so far. with that same logic, idk if a two year old tag list counts to uh lmk if you wanna be on the #newone

[slightlysuspect]

The Exile

A former Master Jedi finds himself on Mustafar...

Darth Vader

Why Skywalker thought he could control me on Mustafar is beyond me. He comes to my home planet to learn more about me, and thinks I will not emerge victorious? Truly a foolish boy. Oh but the anger I felt, when he grew to pity me? The most powerful Sith that has ever been manifested? I am no one's failure, and when I unleash my power, the world will know terror.

I open my eyes and look out to the sea of lava below the platform I'm meditating on. Lava which has yet to taste my flesh. It's exactly how I remember it was, before Kenobi. I open and squeeze my completely natural left hand. When I kill him, it will be with this hand. My revenge shall be sweet. For now though I must focus. I close my eyes and concentrate my energy on the meditation stone Master Yoda gave me. The stone acts as a catalyst that sharpens my anger to a degree I could never achieve on my own. How exceptionally powerful this stone is. It has helped me become present of my Destiny that did not come to pass. But I will not fail this time. This time, I won't lose.

"Well I seem to have found what I'm looking for." A voice, from a stranger. I sense a presence, walking up from behind me. He likely can't be seen with the naked eye.

"And what are you looking for." I ask.

"Rumor has it that there's an 'enemy of the light' doing work on Mustafar." The man says.

"And so naturally you thought to walk right towards it." I've sensed this man's presence before... fairly recently. "I care little of why you're here, so I will offer you this one mercy. Leave now, and I will allow you to live."

"I have no intention of leaving..." I know it's not Kenobi, so I doubt this man poses any real threat, but he has asked me to kill him, so I will oblige. "...but it really is a shame that it's you, Skywalker."

"A shame that I've attained such incredible power?"

"I care little of your 'power'. What have you done on your quest to attain it? What did you do to Ahsoka?" How does he know about Ahsoka? Did he see her? Is something wrong with her?

Focus. I say, "She will serve me well when her time comes."

"No, the darkness here is clear. I'm afraid your time has come."

I crack a smirk and stand up from my meditation. "Good. I was about to say something similar."

I draw my blade, now stained red, and jump behind his position. I land and immediately lunge forward with the tip of my blade. He turns, parries, gets his footing, and stops bothering to cloak himself. Ha! Quinlan Vos.

"Ironic that you're the one who's come to kill me." I say.

"So what of my past? Anakin what is this madness? Why have you tortured your old Padawan? Have you committed other atrocities?" I wish he'd shut up about Ahsoka already.

"So even you would call the full surrender of the Separatists to be an atrocity?"

"Well I'm of the opinion that politics never moves in a positive direction, so maybe I'd call it a neutral thing? Atrocity seems a little overzealous." There's something about Vos that I've always found irritating. He's just spewing a bunch of nonsense I don't wanna listen to. Yet he continues, "Although the Galactic Economy is something I would describe as an atrocity. That isn't your fault is it?" I launch into a vigorous onslaught of strikes, that I'm frustrated to see Vos defend easily. Crap, he's using Vaapad isn't he? He fights a lot like Master Windu. My anger may not be to my advantage this fight. "I don't think Ahsoka was a very big fan of your assassination job either."

"SHUT UP!" Fine. Let's put his Vaapad to the test. I launch at him in a flash and start striking from exotic angles to stretch his defense. Then I randomize my strike pattern and speed up my bladework until I'm not even sure where I'm coming from, yet Vos holds the tempo. Perhaps this is a battle of attrition. I slow my pace a bit.

"Not getting tired already are you?" It would seem Vos doesn't possess the capacity to shut his mouth. I will relish his death. I strike harder and force him into a backpedal. If I can force him a little further back I can force him off the platform we're fighting on, where only lava will break his fall, but then he spins to the side and jumps away from the edge. Now that he has my back to the lava, he begins an aggressive assault while I have no ground to give. I can defend without sacrificing my footing, but I need to put myself in a more advantageous position. Beyond this platform is a mining facility I've been living in, and it's intricate structure could play to my advantage. The rooms and passages are a bit of a maze, and if I can lure him in there, maybe I could employ some guerrilla warfare. I push out with the force to give myself a little space from Vos. "Feel like coming to your senses Anakin?"

"Don't cater to a man who no longer exists."

"No longer exists? I don't know about that. I had a vision of this 'Vader' and he didn't look like you. We're you putting off the ceremonial lava bath until I got here?" I lunge and strike again. Fighting seems to be the only way to get him to stop talking, but at least I have him backpedaling into the facility. I force him through the winding corridors until we reach a control room. I slash the panel that controls the lights, and retract my blade to disappear into the darkness. Vos starts laughing. "Don't tell me the Dark Lord of the Sith is scared? I thought we were having fun!" I struggle to quell my irritation, and start using the force to throw objects in his direction. He turns his back to me to defend against a chair hurtling towards him, and I charge him swiftly, yet he still manages to have his blade ready to defend once mine reignites. He steps away and exits the facility from the nearest door. I run after him, and find him looking down on me from atop a rocky hill.

"It's over Anakin! I have the high ground!" Ha! He can't be serious! Does he know how many times this moment has played in my head?

"You underestimate my power."

"Don't try it." He's seen the visions too. He's planning to do exactly what Obi-Wan did, but it'll be different this time. I jump and launch myself to land behind him on the hill, but as I begin falling, I throw my lightsaber at his knees. He never expected it. He had his blade raised high for the attack. I land gracefully on the hill, and watch Vos slide down with both of his legs amputated.

"Really it's a shame Vos. I could've used an apprentice until Vayne was ready."

"Sorry, I can't say I'm all that interested in the placeholder position. I like for my business ventures to have a little more longevity." Still he cracks jokes. Seeing him crawl around with two arms gives me a twinge of dissatisfaction, so I cut off his left arm. "Ahhhhh!" Still not right, so I cut off his right arm as well. Unfortunately we aren't close to the sea of lava, but I suppose I can improvise. I point my right hand at the largest chunk of Vos' body, and burn him alive with my flamethrower. When the flame dies, his body is charred black, and his face is unrecognizable. His body makes some slight movements, but finally words stopped coming out of his mouth.

"Do you feel that suffering Vos? I can promise you no Jedi could survive those wounds, but maybe if you cling to your hatred you can live to die another day. The choice is yours." I turn towards the facility and walk back to continue my meditation.

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A vision, of... the future? I see... the Jedi Temple. No doubt it's past due for me to burn that matchbox to the ground. But... oh? Quite the predicament the Jedi seem to have gotten themselves into. "Anakin... ANAKIN!" Haha crying for me are you? How ironic.

Author's Note

My apologies for taking forever to push this out. I've never been less inspired in my entire existence than I have been recently. My conundrum extends so far past just my passion for writing, but it's a shame that even my most fundamental joy seems to have faltered in these trying times. I'm hoping getting this out will kick me back into gear, but I guess I don't really believe in myself anymore. I have a lot of fun ideas about my series, and I hope there's people who are enjoying it, and I'm sorry I'm not doing a good job of providing content.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"