#I wouldn’t be surprised if that happened again xD

[raksh-writes]

I really shouldn’t have made my current (and general second) run of BG3 as a tempest cleric/storm sorcerer combo, because it's so damn fun that now I won’t want to play as anything else 😂🙈

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Family Feud (Preview)

❤️❤️Author's note: A little preview of what's to come. Be prepared! P.S. Idk wtf this edit is I made but chileee, bare with me. xD

Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

“First things first, no shouting answers until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?” he instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire. 

“I…well, I-“ he cuts you off again, raising his hand.

“If you don’t understand, you soon will.” He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

“Alright, we’re going to do this decently and in order. Ready?” he asks as you nod.

“Words, baby, words,” he says, awaiting your response.

“Ready.” You say, your heart already starting to pound with nervousness.

He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

“Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa’i. I’m your host, Joe Anoa’i. Welcome to the show. Now we’re gonna get right into it. The top four answers on this answer card are in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours.

A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question. 

“Umm….paper?” you say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn’t want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win. 

“Great answer Miss Anoa’i. That’s five points on the board and removal of my tie.” He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

“Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?” he says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, “Clothes!” 

He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head. 

“You know, I didn’t expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That’s 14 points and the removal of my jacket.” He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so.

Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn’t a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

“Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me.” He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

“Ummm….hmmm…I don’t know. Uh….oh! A book!” you say excitedly, clapping your hands together. 

He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points. 

“You’re doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby.” He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket.  

You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

“U-um what about….a phone?” you stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me.”

He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

“Umm…food?” you ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be. 

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he’d only hoped you’d be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it’d be happening very soon. 

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn’t fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you’d do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn’t allow it. That, and the fact that you’d indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved and precise Superman punch to the hand sessions he’s been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

“One more strike, baby, and you’re removing that top.” He says, biting down on his lip.

“Furniture?” you answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

“Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet….……your pussy.” He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that?

“You got it wrong. I’m a little surprised you didn’t get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules……” he demands before licking his lips again. 

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you.

“Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?” he questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels. 

“Y-yes…..” you stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Next question……..name something people suck on.” He smirks, awaiting your answer.

@romanstheory​ Making sure I tag you in this fren.

If anyone would like to be tagged in my writings, just lemme know. ❤️❤️

[alevicke]

I love the way you write for Jax —- I really would like to see Jax with a fem reader who is sort of like Jax- messes around with the others, sarcastic and feisty, but also reciprocates Jax’s minor flirting…so maybe Jax gets so confused, like thrown off- ‘does she like me does she not’ type beat, and ends up pushing farther and farther into his teasing and flirting, trying to figure out if she likes him back, but she ends up being the one to make a bold move…like just drops down on her knees pulling her hair into a ponytail like “ight…since you wanna talk all big lets get to it”… if that makes ANY sense at all 😭💀

I'm sorry I'm sorry! I know I'm super slow but I'm just awful writing NSFW ;; I love reading it sometimes but I'm so bad writing it XD So I hope this isn't too boring and you enjoy it! <3

Jax x F!Reader who teases and flirt back (NSFW)

TW: Blowjob, petnames, a bit of manhandling? NSFW obviously. Any other needed please let me know! I think there isn't much to say D:

MY MASTERPOST

When you first joined the circus, Jax thought there would be a new sucker to annoy the hell out of them. Another person to joke with and use some pranks on.

He didn’t expect you to reply back as soon as he called you a pet name trying to annoy you. He usually called Ragatha dollface and he looked for another nickname for you to suit your digital appearance and annoy you. But he didn’t expect you to be calling him your silly bunny. Weird, huh. That sounded a bit like flirting. 

That was only the start of a weird forth and back between you both that no one actually understood. You sounded like an asshole with Jax, teasing him and annoying him, but you weren’t like that with the others, well, a bit but not as aggressive as Jax. For some it was double the torture now that you were there

They truly were praying you two didn’t teamed up or you could make the circus a living hell for everyone else but you two.

Jax had a lot of troubles understanding why you reciprocated his flirtations all the time. He wanted to believe you were into him, perhaps, but he wasn’t going to say anything

It didn’t matter that Zoobles told him that you looked like you were in love with him or at least interested, he wouldn’t listen. He still had his doubts

So the back and forth from you both kept being extended while he was so indecisive. You, however, seemed to be growing impatience. At this point you were honestly sure he wanted to do something with you. It was obvious by the whole flirting and how your conversations could get heated sometimes. But he always backed up at the last minute and you were already growing tired of it.

The last drop that spilled the glass was already getting closer, you could feel it. It was about to happen. 

Last few days you could feel yourself getting needier for physical contact and the silly bunny wasn’t making the step you needed. It was getting painful at this point. The desire every single day for nothing, to end up in your room touching yourself in drowned moans against the pillow. 

That day, however, didn’t look any different. Jax and you were talking alone in his room. Everyone was surprised you could get into his room, he didn’t want anyone there but you. Not even Zooble who was the closest to him after you was allowed there. And you truly thought it was a good sign, taking you to his room perhaps it could mean he would finally make the move. 

But NO. To your disbelief, it was happening again.

- Well, I didn’t expect you to make such a bold move, but I ain’t gonna complain if this is what you want toots. Could have said it before if you wanted it so badly” - You raised an eyebrow not even believing what you hear. After so many doubts and he backing up now he wanted to act brave?

Jax and you were already in the room for quite some time and the conversation was heating up as you both threw flirty punchlines to each other. You softly bit your lower lip hoping, craving for his touch. But you could see him making no movement. That was enough

- I’ve had enough of this Jax… Since you wanna talk all big let’s get to it. No more waiting” - you said as you got up from the bed. Jax, looked at you completely confused, not understanding your words. You pulling your hair up to tie it in a pony tail didn’ seem to give him enough hints. That was until you dropped on your knees pulling his legs apart.

- Oh… - it finally clicked on him what your words meant. His cheeks quickly grew red as a smirk appeared on your lips. But his smirk grew wider- He didn’t mind you taking the lead if this was the direction you were taking

- I was hoping you would make the first move, my bunny, but you left me no choice. Now shut for a bit and let me handle this. 

Jax raised an eyebrow, eyes locked on him as you fixed your ponytail. He could swear you were prettier than ever but perhaps it was lust on his eyes. He decided to stay quiet as you prepared yourself. Being honest, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity of what was going on so for once he had to hold back being an asshole. At least a tiny bit… But expecting him to stay quiet is impossible. You know he would be at least a bit annoying as always. 

You unbuttoned his overalls, letting these slip down his chest. You could feel the anticipation building on him. His eyes were following you like a predator hunting down a prey and his member already getting hard, the bulge noticeable for you. As your hand gently caressed this, a moan escaped between his teeth. A sweet sound filling your ears and raising every hair in you. 

You kept teasing him from outside his clothes, making him grow impatient. You were waiting so long for this, now he had to wait for it too, no matter if the desire was already wetting your panties. You caressed his length as you licked your lip, making him bite his lower lip in excitement. You could feel his breath become heavier as his desire grew but this was nothing but pleasure for you.

You took the overalls carefully and pulled them all the way down, finally releasing his erected cock, menacing to your eyes and to your lips. Taking it all the way down was going to be hard and he knew that just for the way you looked at it, eyes wide open.

- “What happened? Having second thoughts, sweetie?” - he teased you as he grinned, taking the member with his hand softly caressing it. 

- “Don't poke fun at me, Jax, you could end up with nothing” - you replied grinning as his disappeared a bit. He rolled his eyes and smirked 

- “Ok ok I'll be a good boy for you. Just for a bit, doll” - he finally replied while you leaned in closer to him between his legs. 

You stuck your tongue out, softly pressing this one against his twitching cock. You could see him biting his own lip again, repressing all pleasure sounds he could make just to keep his tough appearance in front of you but as soon as you moved your tongue along his length he couldn't repress a soft moan between closed teeth.

Your tongue left the dick all the way up to the top nice and wet until the very tip where you licked the precum, tracing circles on it while he grabbed the bedsheets to control humping his hips against your mouth, wanting more already.

You finally took the whole shaft inside your mouth as he let out a soft relieved moan feeling your lips stroke it while you started bobbing your head up and down on it. You felt his hand in your hair, petting it, but when you looked up he was eyes closed enjoying the feeling. 

But with each one of your movements your desire for touch was bigger. You traced your hand all the way down following your breasts and your tummy until finding all the way inside your own panties. This was nothing but a sweet addition to the moment for Jax. Not only were you pleasing him but he could also see you touching yourself between drowned moans and pants against his dick. 

You continued following the movements with your head, your lips stroking with each one as Jax kept his eyes locked on you. His breath kept getting heavier, quicker, while his fingers petted your hair. You could feel his temptation to pull it but he didn’t want to go too rough with you already, he wanted to go at your own pace, without rushing anything. 

But he wasn’t known for having too much patience… So it didn’t take too long for you to sense his hand grabbing your hair a bit more as he wanted to go faster and deeper. Seeing the saliva escape his lips was the clear sign that he was about to reach his climax and he was struggling to hold the moans in. A few words were being censored as he said them though. You however were already drowning moans against his cock as your fingers traced circles around your clit and sometimes moved down, all the way to your entrance almost pushing a finger inside.

You felt his hand finally grab your hair as he couldn’t hold any longer and humped his hips against your mouth, feeling it with each inch of his shaft to make you swallow all his cum. It was hard but you didn’t pull away from him after all, letting him ride your tongue in his ecstasis, his high wave of pleasure between louder moans filling the room even more with the steam of sex and the smell of gratification. 

- “You didn’t think we were already done, right toots…?”

It took him quite some seconds to go down from the wave, still heavily panting and releasing your hair from his grab. You pulled apart, cleaning the corners of your lips with the back part of your hand while looking at him. He was leaning back, cheeks and face completely red

- “*Bleep*, y-you really tried to milk me there, dollface…” - he said between pants.

You barely heard his words while your hand finally stopped teasing and you slipped two fingers inside your wet core, panties already soaking wet as you were the one now humping hips against yourself wanting more. Jax smiled widely, reaching a hand to your face, grabbing your jawline to make him look directly at his eyes. He licked his lips with desire, for you, for more…

[iddybiddysquish]

Mating Season - Siren!Todoroki x Reader

Part 1

REWRITTEN Version

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), marking, Siren anatomy, arousal venom, biting, two dicks, neck dick, oviposition - not good with terminology to let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Tags: @bookandstar @sadnessiscoldtea

Notes: This is sorta a part 1.5 rather than a part 2 so it's short and rushed but here it is xD

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Today was a beautiful day to visit the ocean. Although even if it weren’t, I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to visit Todoroki. He’d been especially needy lately and the last thing I wanted to do was stay away from him when he’s like that.

Walking down the path I entered the beach with a picnic basket in hand. It was hot as hell and people were finally starting to leave as the sun went down, giving us much needed privacy.

Taking a seat on the rocky area, I let out a few clicks and chirps, letting Todoroki know I was here as I set up the picnic, humming to myself. 

It wasn’t long before his head popped up and he sent a few welcoming trills back, making me smile lovingly at the creature.

“Hi, Love.” he hummed, pulling himself up to sit on the rock with me. 

“Hey. How you doing?” I begged, offering him some sandwiches to try. He looked at the thing curiously before looking back at me.

“Better now.” he purred, making me giggle as I leaned in to give my mate a kiss. However, he immediately deepened it, pulling me to him, picnic forgotten. I squeaked as he pulled me on top of him and wrapped his tail around one of my legs.

“Sho!” I squealed, “Now?!”

The only response I got was him roughly tugging at my bikini bottoms.

“Need you so badly, Love.” he whimpered into my neck, nipping and sucking as he did. It was then that I realised I felt him, hard as a rock, surprised that he was so ready for me without any work. I moaned when I felt him catch my clit as he grinded against me, making him purr and flip us over.

Immediately he pulled off my bottoms before diving in for a taste, making me squeal and moan, thighs clamping around his head. He went straight for my hole, trying to get more of my fluids before attacking my clit aggressively, licking and sucking with the occasional nips being added in. I found myself clawing at his hair as I grinded against his tongue just as greedy for it as he was.

I was getting close already, causing me to whine and moan like a sinner. However, that’s when I felt something thick, covered in slick and big press against my entrance.

“S-Sho…?” 

“So good for me, Love.” he muttered into my pussy, “Gonna fill you up.”

Confused, I looked down to see his pupils shot. He looked absolutely feral as my fluids dripped from his mouth, sharp teeth protruding slightly from his mouth as he panted, long, slimy tongue licking his lips. There was also something that looked like his dick protruding from his neck, which made me frown.

“What’s that?” I begged. However I didn’t get a response other than the object slowly shoved into me, the clasper-like heads pushing against my gummy walls, causing me to stretch. I gasped, back arching as he entered me.

“Sho…!” I whined as his cocks wiggled inside me.

Before I knew what was happening, he sheathed himself in me entirely and continued his attack on my clit with his mouth, thrusting his throat as he did. I immediately gripped his hair again, bucking to meet his thrusts as my walls fluttered around him oh so temptingly. It was enough to make him wanna nut then and there, but he held on, determined to make his mate cum before he did.

And it wasn’t long before I did, between his ministrations with his mouth and the pulsing of his cocks. Screaming loudly, I came hard, which only caused Todoroki to speed up his thrusts as he fucked me through my high and chased his own, leaving a bite on my pubis. It was then I felt his venom relax and sensitise me, which only made me moan louder.

“(F/N)” he moaned into my aching cunt before bucking deeply into me, past my cervix and filling me to the brim with his eggs and seed, causing me to whine, feeling a bit of the pain but more of the pleasure.

“Sho…”

Todoroki purred as he took in our mixed scents and rubbed my belly before slowly pulling out. Before I could even recover, he climbed on top of me, giving me a good look at his neck penis as it retracted back into his throat.

“What is that?” I begged curiously, slightly delirious, earning a chuckle.

“We only use that one during mating season.” he explained as he went back to assaulting my neck and grasping at my breasts.

“It’s mating season?” I begged, mind slowly coming back to me, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you could smell it?” he paused, looking up at me, making me frown and shake my head.

“That’s what that is!” Todoroki chuckled, pulling at my bikini top so he could suck and nip at the sensitive bud, causing me to gasp.

“You’ll need to stay with me for a few days.” he warned, “I can’t be apart from you.” I nodded.

“I can do that.”

Todoroki immediately purred, nuzzling my cheeks and neck, which I returned. Pulling him in for a kiss, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, causing him to moan when I caught the tip of his clasper. I smirked.

“Feel good when I do that, huh?” I teased. Todoroki growled at me, only to whine when I rocked my hips against his cocks again, slicking up my pubis, “I’ll take that as a yes~”

“More.” he growled, biting my shoulder harshly, causing me to yelp. Simultaneously he shoved his cocks in, down to the hilt. I gasped out as he sucked on the wound all whilst pistoning in and out of me at a rapid pace. I could hardly keep up as he ploughed into me, completely intoxicated by my scent. Both dicks wiggled their way inside me as he fucked me raw, making sure to hit my g-spot with each thrust.

“S-Sho!” I screamed as I came, fluids flowing out of me as I squirted on his cocks, earning a deep, guttural growl as he picked up the pace.

Snarling, Todoroki shoved himself so deep inside me that his cocks wiggled inside my cervix, making me whine. He immediately bit me again, causing the nice venom to flow through my veins again as he came inside me, causing a bulge in my stomach.

I whined at the sensation as Todoroki began to chur against my neck, feeling my stomach up as I recovered.

“You should eat.” he suddenly spoke, “You’ll need the energy.”

[ijwrsmff]

Lucifer’s been keeping his and MC’s relationship a secret, to keep from them getting targeted by lower demons/his fans as well as keep his brothers from teasing him, and MC finally breaks down because they think it’s cause he is ashamed to be with them

Here goooooo! It took a while, but it is finally done XD

Now that I have no job, just school to worry about, I'm gonna try to write more on my pages. Maybe not daily like I used to do, but somewhere between 2-3 stories on each page a week. I think thats manageable at least. I think. We'll see. I'll certainly do my best!

You were sick of it. Not being able to even go out of the dorm with your boyfriend. He was your BOYFRIEND! But his brothers didn’t even have a clue you were together. Instead, he glared from a distance when Asmo hugged you, when Satan read with you, Beel ate with you, Belphie napped with you, Levi played games with you, Mammon…anywhere even near you. It was irritating as hell. Pun intended. 

When you would go to hold his hand if one of his brothers was present, he’d step away without even looking at you. It hurt more than anything. But after almost six months of being together, and you silently hurting from a distance, you decided to confront him. It had gone on long enough, having to only have “dates” when no one else was home. Or even pretending he had to lecture you for something, of which his brothers always believed. He did tend to lecture people…and you were about to give him a lecture of his own. 

He was in his office, (big surprise), and when you walked in he didn’t even hardly acknowledge you. Nodding his head at you, as you walked in and crossed your arms in front of your chest. He didn’t so much as look up from the papers he was examining. It only served to make you more upset than you already were. Which…was quite a bit. 

“Lucifer.” You said, stern as you could be. It wasn’t a voice he often heard from you, so he did look up briefly. “Lucifer!” This made him glare at you, but he didn’t say anything for several moments. 

“Yes, darling?” He tapped a finger on his desk, and didn’t let you respond before he continued, “You know it’s important I get this done. It isn’t even time for our date yet.” Yeah. That’s right. He lived on a schedule, and only allowed dates to happen in either of your rooms. Somewhere his brothers wouldn’t come. Ever. On top of that, he intentionally “scheduled” them for when no one else would be home. 

“We need to talk.” Again, with that stern voice of yours. “Besides…” You began, but the end of your sentence trailed off into an angry grumble, “What’s so date-like about our “dates””. If it had been another day, you might have even teared up. But your six month anniversary was coming up soon, and you were just mad you let this facade go on for so long. 

“Go on then. Talk.” He looked at you with a guarded expression, and it only made the situation worse. “What is so important that you need to interrupt my work?” 

His words fueled the anger in you, and you found yourself raising your voice as you scolded him. “We can’t go out anymore. We never even have dates outside of our rooms, you don’t let me hold your hand, we can’t even be in public in front of your brothers. BROTHERS!” You leaned forward with a scowl, but when his expression barely changed it made you waver. He…didn’t seem to even care. 

“What is this about?” he folded his hands on the desk in front of him, and had you been able to make eye contact at that moment you’d see the glimmer of hurt residing within them. “You know it’s dangerous for anyone to know about our relationship, it’s to protect you that I keep it so secret-”

It fueled the fire in you once more as you cut him off, “Protect me? Protect…ME?” You slammed your hands on the desk as your eyes watered out of a mix of hurt and anger. “It’s to protect YOU, you never want to be seen with me, we can’t hold hands anywhere, and you can’t even trust your family to know we’re together. We sit in our rooms, and aren’t even allowed to be in the same room together half of the time if anyone is home!” 

The anger subsided and you felt overwhelmed with sadness. “I love you…Lucifer. But you’re ashamed of me. If you didn’t want to be with me, you shouldn’t have asked me out.” A tear fell, then another. “Do you regret your decision to be with me?” The insecurities continued to seep into your words and you ended up so much more fragile than what you had meant to. “Do you…even WANT to be with me?” You took a brief moment to look at him. 

He looked shocked. And you turned your eyes away. You heard him get up, and you were expecting him to usher you out of the room. Instead, he pulled you into a gentle hug. It made you look up at him just as shocked as he had previously looked. 

“I’m…so sorry.” He said, and cradled your head with one hand and wrapped the other around your waist. “I had no idea I was hurting you so badly.” At the words tears poured down your cheeks, and you hugged him as tight as you could. Was it delusional to think he meant it? Or was he just doing damage control…

“I could never be ashamed of you. I’m so proud of you, you know that?” He let out a weary chuckle, “The avatar of pride…proud of the human he loves.” He pulled back and looked in your eyes. “I do love you. So much. I’m so sorry I made you feel any less than that.” He rubbed your cheek, and smiled down at you. 

“Then…why do you hide me?” It sounded pathetic, even to you, and it made him smile sadly. 

“Because…I’m scared. Scared of what would happen if my “fans” found out. They could hurt you. I know you have the power of our pact, but what if I couldn’t get to you in time?” He frowned, and looked lost in thought briefly before returning his gaze to you. “If my brothers found out? They’d tease you. Make you question your choice. If they were to convince you…that they were better for you then I, I wouldn’t be able to take it. I’d try to support you, but losing you would hurt me more than anything else.” 

You pulled him close, grasping onto him as if he’d disappear. As you spoke into his chest, you tried to reassure him. “I could never love anyone but you…I don’t care if I get hurt, if it’s the price for being with you I’d do it again and again.” When you looked up at him you had a small smile, “I love you so much Lucifer. I just want you to be proud of me.” 

He leaned down and hovered his lips over yours. He didn’t initiate it, and allowed you to make the first move at that moment. Even now, he didn’t want to push your boundaries. Without hesitating, you closed the gap. It was both an eternity, and a mere second. A kiss showing your love for each other. 

When he pulled away, he smiled and pressed his forehead to yours. “I am, and forever will be, proud of you.” He looked at the door, and back at his paperwork, before he grabbed your hand. “To prove it, what would you say to a date? At your favorite restaurant in the devildom?” He held your hand gently, and raised it to his mouth to place a small kiss upon it. 

You wiped your eyes with your free hand, and nodded. “I would love nothing more.” As you walked out of the room, all of his brothers were at the door. Some tried to play it off as if they weren’t listening, but Asmo and Satan looked at your and Lucifer’s hands interlocked. 

Satan spoke up first, “Tch. About damn time.” He walked away first, as Belphie and Beel smiled and congratulated you. Asmo and Mammon looked like they were going to cry, and while Asmo recovered quickly and mentioned how he could do your makeup for the date, Mammon walked away with goldie in hand. Ready to spend his worries away. Levi simply walked away muttering about how he was going to play his favorite game now that the “normies” admitted their feelings. 

It was a long and winding road to get to where you were, but knowing Lucifer wasn’t ashamed in the slightest made that road worth it. You felt silly having hid those feelings for so long, but in the end it brought you even closer to him. You hadn’t seen him smile so warmly in public in your entire relationship. But as you went to the restaurant he laughed and smiled at you. Not a care in the world. 

In the end, it turns out you both needed it. No more secrets, and nothing to hide. You were open, honest…genuine. Your relationship only grew that much stronger, and helped you both in ways you couldn’t have imagined. Afterall, you had each other. You against the world. 

And it would always be that way. 

[8um8le]

I absolutely adore your cyberpunk au! The designs are so lovely and cool and your backgrounds are just absolutely gorgeous! I just fell in love with it and love everything about it, including the world!

I was curious about some things though and hope it's alright asking a couple of questions!

1. All relating to their job here, but: Have the boys ever taken on a job that they regretted in the end? Have they ever accidentally hurt a child during their job? Have they ever been backstabbed/set-up?

2. I'm not sure if you answered this or mentioned it before but, what are the boys to each other? Friends, brothers, etc.?

3. Okay, another one sort of relating to their jobs again: Have the boys ever had their night job cross over to their day job? Like, has someone sought revenge by threatening the daycare or something along those lines? Maybe just an incident where they've dealt with some not so great adults that wandered in?

4. Okay, another job related question: Have either of the boys gotten seriously hurt on their night job before? How do they go about fixing each other up? How protective/worried are they for each other?

5. Which of the boys is more affectionate? How would they react to a surprise hug? (I figured a silly, simple question was due after all the previous serious ones XD).

Sorry for the long list of oddly specific questions, I'm just really curious, happen to be up at 1 am with questions circling in my brain, and adore this au to pieces! I hope you have a lovely day/night, and thank you for taking the time to answer this ask! Sorry again for how long it is!

Heheh like these questions, long post under the cut <33

Before the two became hit-men under a contract, they had to build their way up to that position, in their previous two forms they were backstabbed multiple times. An example would be how sometimes they would be assigned one task within an organized group, and after they did their deed, their “team mates” would try to take them out and take credit for their work.

As for accidentally hurting a child in their day job, one of the kids cut their hand from getting too close to Sun’s rays. The parents really didn’t mind, but ever since, Sun has been very careful with the kids and his rays. (Funny how the rays that were meant to defend him, backfired in a way)

2. The boys have this found-family type of situation, they were born with nothing, thrown away left to rot, without knowing why they were even made. They’re all that they have when it comes to family, they see each other as brothers. Though I must say Sun is most definitely the responsible older brother who stresses over everything, and Moon is the chaotic little brother who needs to be put on a backpack leash.

3. When it comes to the day and night job crossing, it never happened yet, since their night job is top secret. Also since they are ranked pretty high as hitmen at this point, they have protection when it comes to identity.

Also the jobs they take are never personal, they’re just sent by someone, so it wouldn’t really make too much sense for someone related to their deceased targets to go after em.

4. Every gig they take in their night job is a life or death situation, so they are in constant danger, they have been badly damaged during their night jobs. Mostly moon because of his careless behaviour.

They try their best to not get damaged though, their contract does comes with their own robot doctor, that will patch them up, it will just cost them money, taken straight out of their paycheque. When it comes to weapon damage or replacement, they don’t have to pay nearly as much though.

Although they complain about the stupidest shit with each other, they really do care for one another, they never verbally say it upfront to one another, but their actions and constantly making sure one another is okay goes to show their affection. Also Moon’s chill nature can be very helpful when it comes to calming Sun’s panic attacks.

5. I think the more affectionate one would be Sun, he understands human emotions a bit more than Moon does. He’s very caring, sometimes too caring which leads him to a spiral of overthinking. Moon on the other hand is just naturally loveable, he doesn’t need to try when it comes to charming others.

Funny little thing I’d like to add is their skill at each job, and who does what better, since there is a bit of irony there. Sun is excellent when it comes to his night job, he’s calm, calculated, and swift, perfect for clean and quick executions. Though at his day job, he finds that he can unintentionally scare the kids with him being jittery and over-enthusiastic.

Moon on the other hand, He’s very smart when it comes to countering attacks and could take mechs twice his size, but he does poorly at stealth, and lacks patience. In his day job, the kids love him, since he is super easy going and nonchalant.

Sorry for the grammar mistakes im sleepy~

Ty for the cool questions!!

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Anonymous: resident lover neutral route cassandra after ending maybe? i need angst :) and for cass to regret getting ghosting MC

Duuuude. Great minds think alike XD I already had this saved in my drafts lol. I think this fits your request!

Spoilers for Resident Lover - Cassandra route!

Alright, so that ending where you get your foot crushed and Cass meets someone in NYC? Yeah. That one killed me T^T Of course I had to write some angsty romance about it lol. Let’s get into it!

You had done everything to make sure the show was a success.

… You had done everything to make sure Cassandra was a success.

Those stupid stans. They had ruined everything. At the opening night performance, you saw a mysterious shadow while you were waiting in the wings. You had to go investigate it. You went up onto the the catwalk and saw them. Laughing and giggling like idiots as they held those paint cans. Their obsession with Cass was disturbing. Willing to hurt other people just to get closer to her…

They were trying to douse you, but they were too dumb to realize that they would have just made Cass a laughing stock as well by doing this. They would have only sabotaged their own goal.

You confronted them and they panicked. In their haste to get away, they threw the cans at you and crushed your foot. You could feel that multiple bones were broken. The stage manager called you an ambulance and they carted you away.

While you never would have wanted Cass to miss opening night… She didn’t even come to see you at the hospital later on. You texted her a few times and she answered back, but… She was just… So caught up in her own production. Plus, her mother whisked her away to NYC after all the shows were finished. You texted again… But this time she didn’t answer at all.

That had been two fucking months ago.

How… Could she be so… Cold toward you? After everything the two of you went through together? She was always so kind and empathetic. What happened to her? Had she tasted her first bit of fame and just forgotten about you?

You grumble to yourself as you remember everything and hobble over to the library to study. Yep. Still in a cast. Your foot is so sore and you can barely walk. The doctor said it will start to get better soon, but that’s the least of your worries at the moment. Your pathetic life and the apparent loss of your first real love are eating you up inside. Will Cass ever come back? Will she finally text you? Maybe even give you a call? Damn. What you wouldn’t give to hear her voice right about now…

You stumble through the doors and try to find a table to work at.

But then you see her. You almost think you’re hallucinating before she spots you and comes barreling over.

“Y/N! I missed you, my star,” She says and pulls you into an unexpected hug.

Your eyes widen in surprise. You want to be pissed. You certainly have the right. She ghosted you when you needed her the most. However… She’s so warm. Her luscious curves feel so good against your weary body. The signature scent of coffee clings to her and you feel yourself soothed by her embrace. You’re just relieved she’s back, honestly.

Cass eventually pulls away and smiles at you.

You try to smile back, but it looks like more of a grimace.

Cass takes note of your gaunt face, the bags under your eyes and the tense set of your jaw. She’s an actress, after all. It’s her job to notice these kinds of things. “Y/N? You don’t look well at all,” She says and pulls up a chair to sit next to you.

You bite your lip and look away. “I’m fine,” You murmur.

Cass is not convinced. “Y/N. Please tell me what’s going on,” She pleads.

You finally meet her eyes. “You… Just left. You never even came to see me in the hospital,” You say, voice sounding incredibly small.

Cass’s eyes immediately look so pained. “Oh, Y/N. I would have, but-”

“I get it. Your show was running. But… Even after it was over and before you went to New York. You still never came,” You say. “Then you stopped answering my texts. I thought you were pissed because I couldn’t play Romeo. I felt guilty and decided to give you some space,” You feel yourself rambling. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “I know we were just supposed to be working on the show together. I just thought I meant more to you than that, you know?”

Cass is… Heartbroken. Tears trail silently down her cheeks. She didn’t realize how much she had hurt you. “Of course you do, Y/N. I’m… So sorry,” She says, breaking down and sobbing into her hands. “I should have visited you. I just got swept up in everything.”

You… Didn’t expect her to be so sad. Does she really care about you… As more than just a scene partner? You can’t stand to see her cry. You reach out to hold her hand. “Hey… It’ll be okay, Cass,” You say softly. “I was upset, but… Yeah, I forgive you,”

She looks up at you, hopeful. “You do?” She sniffles.

You surprise yourself by smiling. You’re just so glad she’s back. You can’t find it in yourself to be angry with her anymore. “I do, Cass. It’s really good to see you.”

Cass gives you a watery grin and leans over to hug you once more. “It’s good to see you as well,” She says. She nervously reaches into her pocket and pulls out a keychain. “Here. This is for you,” She says and hands it over to you. “It’s not much, but… I saw it and wanted to get it for you,” She says quietly.

Your eyes widen slightly at this. She was thinking about you while she was away? Then… Why didn’t she answer your texts? You take the keychain. It’s still warm from her pocket… “Thanks,” You whisper in disbelief.

Before you can say anything else, though, Cass suddenly looks away, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m… Moving to New York, Y/N,” She reveals.

… You swear your heart shatters into a million pieces. She can’t possibly mean… Could she?

“I met somebody and… I want to see where it goes,” She says guiltily.

What? She’s… Leaving? Just like that?

… And she “Met someone”? Oh, shit. That sucks even more.

“Y/N, can we please keep in touch?” She asks suddenly, gripping your hand and pleading with a fierce determination in her eyes. “I… Need you in my life. Even if I’m across the world,” She begs.

You are silent for a long while.

Wow.

You just got friend-zoned in the absolute worst way possible.

You sigh and nod weakly. “Sure,” You say half-heartedly. But you know the truth. You both will text each other for a bit. Then the intervals between her answering your messages will begin to get longer and longer. Eventually you’ll lose touch as Cass will be out on Broadway, dazzling crowds. She’ll move on and forget about you.

Yeah, you’ll keep in touch… But will she?

——————————————————————————

5 years. It’s been 5 years since you’ve seen that gorgeous smile in person. You wait nervously on the back of the sound stage before a producer signals you to get into position.

Cass is currently being interviewed on a late night talk show. She’s completely blown up ever since she started doing movies. She’s the Hollywood “It” girl.

You’re scheduled to perform and then join the interview. Those fucking media moguls knew that you had a past with Cass. They lined you up like this on purpose, you’re sure of it. You sigh and go over a few things with the sound techs before you go on.

You’re here with your band. You… Kind of reinvented yourself after everything went down with Cass. You needed a change and so you… Tried to become someone else. A rocker who slacked off with their friends and bandmates. You eventually dropped out of Miranda’s University and began touring with your band. You played huge festivals and started garnering a big audience. You were on your way to becoming a real rockstar. But… Were you truly happy? Your personal life kind of stagnated. Your bandmates and friends were getting married, going on luxurious vacations… But you still feel like that same, dumb freshman. It’s pathetic. You’ve had a lot of one-night stands with random women and groupies on the road, but you haven’t dated anyone since… her. It’s stupid, though. You two weren’t ever a couple. Why were you so lovesick over her? You were since the very first time you met her, if you were being honest.

You recently read in the trashy tabloids that Cass had just given birth to her first child… You read any article written about her religiously. She looked happy in the picture you saw of her holding her baby. Cass named her little one Amber. You faintly remember how much she adored the color. A fond smile tugs your lips. She’s going to be just as much of a handful as Cass is.

And, of course, as if your brain doesn’t have enough to process right now, you’re obsessing over Cass’s love life. She doesn’t date very much and quickly stopped seeing that other woman in New York she told you about (You enjoy this fact way too much). She made it clear publicly that she was happy being single, but she wanted children. She had found a sperm donor and decided to raise her little one all on her own. She’ll adjust what parts and jobs she takes as Amber grows and requires different things from her. Plus, she’s got the best support system in the world with her sisters and mother.

Cass is fully moving on with her life. Without you. It stings. Even after all of these years… Fuck, how pathetic.

Suddenly, the stage producer breaks you from your musings and begins the countdown. This is your first time on national TV. You should be focusing on that. Not the beautiful brunette sitting just across the studio from you. You wish you could have spoken to her before the show started. Nothing like an uncomfortable reunion in front of a captive audience…

You take a deep breath and close your eyes before the curtain in front of you opens to wild applause.

Ugh. Let’s just get this fucking night over with…

Note: So, I pretty much said “Fuck canon”, I guess lol. I’ll have to break this into another part, but hope you enjoyed!

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As time goes by | Chapter 17: Gone

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 8k

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Chapter Summary: Enjoying your last days in Hawkins before leaving for college could have been easier if you hadn’t had to deal with the fact that Eddie ran away and left you alone after you kissed.

Notes: Sorry it took so long for me to update this! Life got in the way, then I got locked out of Tumblr; it took me a while to get back to writing… and then I wrote this super long chapter - I thought about splitting it into 2 chapters, but it’s been so long since I posted that I didn’t want to delay it anymore xD.

People spend their whole lives experiencing moments and sensations that become memories that, over time, will weaken and disappear. But you were sure you’d never felt an emotion like the one that washed over you when Eddie kissed you. The feel of rough guitar-playing fingers on your skin felt etched into you, and his lips’ soft, urgent touch felt like you were meant to merge into one. The wave of feelings invading your being in those moments changed you fundamentally. You didn’t see how you could be the same after that.

And knowing that Eddie was gone and that you probably wouldn’t get the chance to feel that again was unbearable. It was one thing to dream of what it would be like, a wish lost in the realm of imagination… and another to have that vivid memory bubbling up inside you. You already knew you were going to suffer, like a drug addict going through withdrawal.

The sounds seemed far away while you were still deep in thought, but you could hear Steve’s voice, with a falsely excited tone, trying to encourage everyone to return to the backyard, drawing attention away from you. The room grew quieter, and you felt Robin nudging your shoulder.

“You are full of surprises, huh? I was betting on Harrington... But, you like Munson, then?” 

“Yes,” you murmured, admitting it. 

“But you like him, like… for real? How much?” Nancy urged, trying to get more information from you. 

“Obviously more than he likes me, not that I can help that,” you sighed, ashamed, remembering how everyone saw you being rejected. 

“Judging by the intensity of that kiss, I’m sure there is more love than you may imagine. I was worried we wouldn’t be able to keep things PG here.” Robin tried to cheer you up. 

You shook your head in doubt, though your heart throbbed at her words, and you wanted more than anything to be able to believe them. At that moment, when you were his, and he was yours, everything seemed perfect, making it easy to feed your delusions that he could love you back.

Robin and Nancy started commenting on the boy’s dares, making fun of their performances, trying to make you laugh. After a while, you were feeling a little better, and you joined the rest of the gang, and gladly, no one else brought up the subject of Eddie up, so you tried your best to enjoy the rest of the night. As everyone returned home and you and Steve remained, he opened his arms, and you ran to his embrace, allowing yourself to cry. He knew you were hurt, and you knew that you could let your tears run freely around him, that he would offer you comfort, not judgment. 

“It was too good to be real.” you breathed deeply. “How can the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me be at the same moment?” you mourned. “Why doesn’t he love me? Am I such an unlovable person?”

“Please, how could you think he doesn’t love you after that kiss? Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like that… I can’t even imagine what it was like for you guys who felt that. Someone who doesn’t love you wouldn’t kiss you like that; it’s impossible.”

All you could hope was that it had been as special to him as it was to you.

“But still, it wasn’t enough to make him stay. I think I’m just gonna have to leave it at that.”

Steve frowned. “Why are you saying that? Are you going to hide from him?”

“I won’t need to.”

“I’m not sure I’m following you…”

“He will do it for me. That’s what he does, what we do,” you explained. “Except that we used to do it together, hide away from our problems, from the world… But now I’m the reason why he hides away. So I have no other option than letting him go.”

“Don’t bullshit me, little lady... You may get hurt, but that doesn’t mean you stop trying.” 

But you were not sure how many times you still wanted to try. Sometimes you thought that you just don’t know Eddie anymore, that you don’t understand his signs… or that maybe he is not giving any signal at all; it’s just you wishing to have something to hold on to.

“The truth, Steve… the hard truth is that if he wanted something with me, he would have made it clear already, he wouldn’t leave.” you used the back of your hands to wipe your tears, “but he always leaves. And I love him so much, but I’m tired of being on this alone.”

Your suffering hurt Steve deeply. He didn’t understand why things couldn’t be easier for you - if someone with a heart as good as yours was not happy in love, how could anyone else? It wasn’t fair.

“You know, some people live their whole lives and will never get the chance of getting a kiss like that or loving someone as much as you love him. Why don’t you just admit how you really feel? He deserves to know the truth. You deserve to get this out of your chest. I can’t stand you keeping secrets about this.”

“It was just a kiss out of a dare, and look what happened. I can’t say anything; I’m afraid it will only worsen things.”

Steve knew you were confused and hurt, and he didn’t want to push you further, but he also loved you too much, so he couldn’t help but be honest and try to open your eyes.

“Have you noticed that usually bad communication happens out of fear? Fear of conflict, fear of the result, fear of reaction…” he noticed how you looked down, avoiding his gaze. “This fear is a little monster that, if not crushed at the first opportunity of being honest, will grow, and this will become an evergrowing snowball jeopardizing everything.”

“When did you get so wise, big boy?”

“I think you bring the best out of me” he kissed the top of your head.

You were grateful that Steve let you stay there that night. The warm shower, plush sheets, and comfy bed in Steve’s guest room were welcoming, a lull in the middle of the hustle and an escape route from the trailer park, where you’d deep down wanted to be if only things had gone your way, but couldn’t think about going back after all that happened. You were daydreaming in bed when a light tap on the door caught your attention; Steve walked in and sat next to you.

“Are you feeling better?” 

“I am. I’m sorry for my little breakdown earlier… I’ve changed my mind… I’m glad that I’m able to love him so much.” you spoke a little too quickly as if trying to justify something to him. “Could you imagine how hard it would be going through life without ever feeling something so great?” 

“That’s my girl! Things won’t be this bad forever.”

“I know… and I could have avoided all this pain… but it would also mean I would miss all the awesome moments I shared with him. Things are not perfect, but I think I can live with that.” you shrugged.

“Speaking about the pain that could be avoided, but gladly was not… I think I never told you, but thank God I met you when I did… you changed my life.” he held your hand. “I was so heartbroken because of Nancy… I could have easily gone back to being a douchebag that didn’t care about anyone…”

“I doubt that, Steve…”

“I mean it.” he interrupted you. “I was confused back then, but you helped me. And you made me care about you. You showed me that there are still people with good hearts out there.”

“And you are one of them! Come here, big boy” You hugged Steve tightly, and he gently rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You saved me… and I can’t save you… that makes me so sad.”

“I don’t know how I would have survived all of this without your support, Steve. You are the best, and you are very special to me.”

You genuinely enjoyed spending time with him and getting to know him as a person was undoubtedly one of the few good things you got out of the whole nightmarish period when Eddie was with Samantha. You appreciated Steve’s kindness, loyalty, and sense of humor. He deserved so much more credit than he got. 

“Same here, little lady. I just wish you didn’t have to go so far away… but I’m sure you’ll do great things..”

“Just wait and see what I’m about to do with my life.” you laughed. “But don’t worry, a part of me will always be with you.” 

“I’ll miss you so much! Who is going to hang out with me now? No one understands me as you do. How am I going to keep myself busy without you here?”

“You won’t be alone. The kids love you, especially Dustin. Robin is great too.”

“Yeah, but she hates me.”

“She’ll learn to love you, just like I did.” 

“I’m not so sure of it! I’ll miss having someone to take care… and be taken care of.”

“Take care of our kids for me, will ya? I’m sure they’ll need you. And don’t stop looking, you’ll find someone.”

“I’ll try my best! I’ll let you rest now. Everything will be better tomorrow; you’ll see.” 

He kissed your forehead softly and stroked your hair like a loving father saying goodbye to a child at bedtime. All you could hope was that his words were true, that things would improve. But in the meantime, you could still find refuge in the memory of the kiss that changed everything.

It’s strange to see how a whole life fits into just a few cardboard boxes. Memories of years, happy and sad moments, little pieces of you separated into piles, cataloged as things to take to college, leave at home, and donate. Packing up your things was a long process over days, but it helped you physically stay away from Eddie, even though your thoughts were always on him. Until one day, as you were putting out the garbage, he approached slowly as if afraid you would run away from him.

Eddie, the vivid chaotic boy, who just couldn’t shut up about things, who always narrated so many campaigns, who had a quick mind ready to counter any smart player in D&D, was now tongue-tied, unable to find the right words to say, with a heart full of emotions and words stuck in the throat, repressed. He tentatively raised one hand as a ‘hello’ and just got a slight nod of your head as a response, which made his stomach ache. 

“I’m sorry for fucking this up. I hate the silence between us. Shit, I miss you.” he bursted.

“A little late for that, don’t you think?” 

You shouldn’t sound so wounded, damn it; you also missed him, you shouldn’t be pushing him, but your instinct gave out that reactive response before you could control yourself. You could see Eddie closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking again. 

“Look, I don’t want us to go on like this, ignoring each other in life, knowing that soon you are going away.” the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn’t slept well in days. “So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, stupid, and if you were merciful, we could take a shot at just pretending nothing changed and being friends again.”

The sad look in his eyes reminded you of the face he used to have sometimes as a kid. You hadn’t had an easy childhood, but you also knew that you’d somehow muddled your way through it because you had each other to hold on to. Time has passed, but somehow you were still those two kids, not knowing what you were doing but always there for each other. And you had to believe that it wouldn’t change. 

“Ok, I can do that.” you would rather have small pieces of him than nothing. “I miss you, Eds.” you gave him a small, shy smile, thinking how it was so good to tell him that, knowing all the feelings behind that.

Seeing your shimmering eyes and smile made his heart beat quickly. He wanted to take you in his arms and kiss you, but he wanted to take things slow, not wanting to risk losing you again.

“So, you should come to see us at The Hideout tonight… that could be your last chance to see us making a fool of ourselves on the stage before leaving us here.”

“I’ll be there; Gareth invited me… I’ll always be Corroded Coffin’s number 1 fan, no matter what happens or where I am.”

“Then let me show you firsthand the new song I’ll be playing today!” His eyes were now glimmering with barely contained excitement, holding your hand and guiding you to his trailer. 

He showed you the setlist, played some songs, and told you how they almost secured a fixed weekly day to play at the hideout. He was so happy - It was so good to have that soft, funny Eddie back - that boy willing to make a fool of himself just to make you laugh and feel comfortable and happy. It was easy to forget all the worries while standing with him in his bedroom. 

“We should stop running away from each other; things are always better when we are together,” he said, out of breath, after playing a few songs. 

“Hey, don’t look at me; maybe the problem is you.”

“Oh, the problem is definitely me, I’m sure.” 

“You have been nothing but trouble since our younger years,” you said, throwing a pillow at him. 

“But it was fun,” he threw it back. “I didn’t know how much I liked you until I realized every time I saw you, I just smiled…. even you being an annoying little girl, I couldn’t stay away.” 

And you smiled hearing his words, without even meaning to, like some infectious effect that Eddie had on you.

“The idea of having an older boy to protect me was too good to let it pass. I’m glad I found you.”

“I’m glad you never gave up on me.” As much as it was true, those tiny confessions were still hard to come out of Eddie’s mouth, so how the hell was he supposed to say anything else? He was trying to take small steps, but it was not getting any easier. 

He laid down next to you without a word. It could have been an awkward silence, but staying next to him was too good of a sensation for you to complain about.  

“Do you think I’ll adapt to college life? Sometimes it does not feel like something for me,” you said in a shy voice, as that was a genuine concern in your heart. 

“I’m sure you’ll do great! You were made for this! I was not made for college, and unfortunately, I was also not made for anything else” Eddie hugged you and started to brush his fingers through your hair.

“You were made for being with me,” you thought but did not dare to say. As much as you wanted to kiss him and tell him how much you wanted him, you were also happy to be able to be there, hugging him again. 

When you embraced Eddie, you felt like it was a kind of energy transmission, and it made you feel at peace, even if for a few seconds. Staying there with him like this was like the world stopped so you could be truly happy for a while. Even if just for a bit.

And in times like these, feeling his arms around you, you thought that there was nothing greater in life than your love for him… and that it should count for something… but you also knew that it was nonsense, that you were just living the last few breaths of something that had already ended. 

“That was amazing, guys!!” you exclaimed as you entered the backstage. 

“Things will be way quieter now that we won’t have you single-clapping for us after the show anymore.” Jeff laughed.

Acid remarks were being thrown on each side - you would surely miss spending time just hanging out with the boys at the hideout. Eddie, however, was grumpy in the corner of the room, clearly not sharing the fun vibe that was going on. When he noticed you taking gifts from your backpack to give to the boys, the farewell gifts you were distributing to everyone, he couldn’t handle that anymore and stormed out of the room.

“Don’t worry about him; he is just having a hard time dealing with… you know… the fact you are leaving soon” Gareth face transformed with a huge smile when he saw the red flannel shirt you gave him. “I love it, by the way.”

“Yeah, you rock!” Jeff added, proudly looking at the Black Sabbath shirt you gave him. 

“Would you mind if…” you started saying

“Go, he needs you.” Gareth encouraged you with a smile. 

You found him smoking a cigarette, looking to the stars, and he let out a startled gasp when he noticed you approaching. 

“Would you mind sharing?” you said tentatively, getting a small smile from him, and he handed you the cigarette. 

You stayed there for a moment when you finally broke the silence. “What’s wrong, Eds?”

He ran his hands on his face before looking at you. 

“I just can’t understand how everyone could be so okay with you going away.” 

“And I can’t understand why you are acting like this and wasting our time before I’m gone. It’s not easy for me, you know.” you countered. 

Your sudden sincerity took Eddie aback. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His facial expression seemed confused for a moment, and suddenly he wrapped his arms around you, and you rested your head against his chest. His hands slid up your back, and his cheek leaned against your hair.  

“I’m sorry if I’m making things worse… I’m just feeling lost,” He admitted.

“So am I,” you whispered.

The scariest thing about distance is that he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe you would miss him or completely forget about him. He never planned to fall in love with you, and things could be much easier if he didn’t. But at the same time, thanks to you, he knew that his life was way better.

“Let’s go home, shall we?” he offered.

The ride home was quiet, both of you with a million thoughts running in your heads but not verbalizing a single one. There were so many things you wanted to ask him… but you knew that Eddie would lose it if he knew what you were thinking and feeling. As you got to the trailer park and climbed out of the van, you asked the question that was burning in the back of your mind. 

“So… what should we do with our last days here?” 

“I just want to spend every possible minute of them with you,” he admitted.

How could someone give you so much strength yet still be your only weakness?

“Come on, then,” you said, pulling him into this trailer, feeling his warm and sweaty hand in yours. It was insane to think how you were both afraid of speaking about your feelings but were also unable to deal with how starved for each other closeness you were. 

Laying on the bed beside him felt like a luxury you couldn’t afford. You wished that you hadn’t wasted so much time shutting him out, maybe it was already too late to live what you would really want to, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t enjoy what you have now. 

“I know you are giving gifts to everyone, but would you accept one from me?” he whispered and smiled when you nodded, agreeing. 

He then turned to hit play on his stereo, and you waited silently. Then the music began. And his voice, sweet, deep, passionate, started singing, and the lyrics described the travels of an adventurer in a distant land with his companion. Under that disguise, you recognized some of your own adventures and moments you both shared, and you knew it was a song about you. You listened, speechless and wide-eyed. You knew he was waiting for your reaction, but you couldn’t find the words to speak. Tears welled in your eyes, and you reached up to wipe them away before they streamed down your face. 

“I thought that maybe you could take the tape to listen whenever you miss us.” his voice was low, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“Oh, Eds…” you started, but he interrupted you, putting a small package in your hand.

You opened it and couldn’t help but smile. It was a guitar pick necklace, but that wasn’t a typical guitar pick. When you were younger, you started doing small jobs here and there to get some coins, and the first thing you bought wasn’t something for you. You went to the music store and chose that pick for him. He used to tell you it was his lucky pick and used it in important concerts or whenever he was too anxious. 

“Take it with you… maybe it would make you remember me once in a while. You know how it is, out of sight, out of mind.”

You took it in your hand and felt it for a moment. Its energy was warm and comforting, like a warm hug. You placed its chain over your neck and held it close to your heart. 

“You’ll wear it?” he asked.

“Of course, I will.” 

He grinned at you with that wide happy smile that melted your heart. 

“You may not be able to be around me, sweetheart, but you can carry a piece of me with you,” he added shyly. 

You reached out to touch his cheek, and he caught your hand, pressing it against his lips. He stroked your cheek With his other hand, and you could feel the blood rushing beneath your face. You stayed there, pressing your foreheads together, inhaling simultaneously. You wished you weren’t able to be so comfortable in silence because there were moments when things had to be said, but you both were, again and again, choosing to avoid speaking about what really mattered. Once again, you decided to delay a hard conversation and sank into sleep, enveloped in his warmth. 

Eddie, however, was having a hard time falling asleep, afraid that if he closed his eyes, you would disappear. He slowly realized how much he would miss that intimacy - holding the other in the middle of the night, cuddling, holding hands, laughing about something dumb the boys did or said, listening to music, reading to each other. All the lingering stares. All those conversations without speaking. He knew he would not find that with anyone else, and knowing that he was about to lose made him want to cry, and it took a long time until he finally gave up and slept.

Despite the gray day, the sun escaped and entered through the window. When Eddie woke the next morning, he gazed at your back as you slept and felt something that he couldn’t name in the pit of his stomach. It could have been desire or affection, but he knew it was more. 

Your bat tattoo on display seemed to tease him. You made it as a promise that you would fly away together, but now you were leaving, and he would stay behind, left, forgotten. He wanted to hold you close and not let you go away, but he knew it was selfish. 

“I’ll make you proud someday. I promise,” he murmured, knowing you could not hear him. 

He lightly touched each of the bats in your tattoo, trying not to wake you, thinking if they would somehow help you fly back to him one day. A gasp left his lips as he noticed you turning to face him. But you were not awake, not yet. He noticed how your eyes started to blink and knew you were close to waking up, so close… he ran his hand over your face gently and wished he could keep you there. He wished he had the power to know what’s on your mind and wished you couldn’t know what’s on his as he was ashamed of all the messy thoughts clouding his mind.

“Are you awake already, sweetheart? Let me get you breakfast then” he kissed your forehead, getting up and leaving the room. 

An idea has been forming in your mind the whole night, and you looked around, finding Eddie’s notebook and his pen. You hurried and wrote what you wanted desperately to tell him on a piece of paper, folding it and writing “For Eddie” on top of it, leaving it on his bedside table before leaving his bedroom. 

You had existed in a blissful bubble for the past few weeks, living in the moment, savoring every second of the time you spent together. You watched movies, read to each other, went on hikes, laid on the top of his trailer, and gazed at the stars. You took advantage of any opportunity to find comfort in each other’s arms without crossing the line of a kiss again, but you were happy anyway. It had been easy during this time to put off any serious discussion, any talk of the future. But as your last day in Hawkins approached, Eddie started to get sad, and in his heart, he began to believe he wasn’t good enough for you and that soon you would realize it, so it would be better if you were not there by his side when it happened. 

On the morning before your last day, you got up and left the trailer while Eddie slept on unawares, snoring softly. You promised Will that you would play one of his campaigns before leaving, and the boys would meet very early in Mike’s basement. You knew the campaign would likely go through the whole day, so you had already planned a sleepover with Nancy, and Max would join you. Joyce was kind enough to convince Hopper to let El join the boys during the day, so you had the chance to also say goodbye to her, but unfortunately, he didn’t allow her to stay the night. 

It was fun playing D&D with the boys. You couldn’t wait until they got to high school; you were sure that Eddie would love to welcome them to Hellfire. They were excited when you gave them your old miniatures and D&D guides. You knew you wouldn’t have time for it in college, and D&D stuff is usually something that you pass from one player to the other - you hoped that maybe you could pass your guides to Max, but she wasn’t interested in it - hopefully, your old things were safe with the kids until they could find a new player who would benefit from them. 

You had a great time during the night with the girls. You knew that Nancy cared about the kids a lot, and you wanted Max to know that while you would be away, Nancy would still be someone she could count on - that’s why all the moments you three shared mattered a lot to you. And you knew you were going to miss them.

The morning of your last day finally arrived. Steve planned a farewell party for you, which was good, as everyone was busy with their summer jobs and you didn’t see them as much as you wanted to. But that was the last time you would see Max before leaving. When the time for the goodbye came, you gave her your gift: a Walkman. 

“Music always helps, no matter what you’re going through. I’ll be listening to mine, so whenever you listen to yours, we’ll be connected,” you explained when you gave it to her. 

Unexpectedly, Max threw her arms around you. “You be careful,” 

You hesitated just a moment before you hugged her back. “You, too,”

She still kept her arms around your neck, head on your shoulder. “I’ll be all right,” she said, clasping your face. “But I’ll miss you, for sure.”. 

“I’ll miss you too, Max. You have Nancy… and you have El too. She needs her time, but I’m sure you two will be great friends, be patient; it will happen, I know it! And I love you, don’t forget that!”.

“I love you too,” said Max, not wanting to let go of you.

When you got back to the trailer park, Marc was already waiting for you. He was there to get your things to put in the car, so you could go right after the party, not needing to come back to the trailer park later. You were glad he was there to help you - your boxes were heavier than you thought. 

“Need a ride for the party?” he offered after loading the car with the last box.

“I’ll go with Eddie… but I’ll see you there, right?”

“Of course.” his smile diminished a bit. “see you later, princess,” he said before driving away. 

Your house suddenly felt so empty. Your father was drunk already, snoring on the couch, and didn’t pay attention when you tried to say your goodbyes. You left your house and met Eddie in your usual spot in the woods near the trailer park. Without a word, he understood how you were feeling and held your hand, guiding you to the old tire swing where you used to play when you were kids. 

“I think you need a little bit of fun, m’lady,” he said while helping you get into it. 

He pushed you, and you started singing silly songs as you did as a child. He laughed and started to sing along, and at that moment, the sound of your voices made you forget all the things that were worrying you. It was like being back in those simpler times.

“You know I’ll stand by you, support and love you, no matter the distance between us, right? Nothing will ever change.” He said in a choked voice. The fact that he wasn’t looking into your eyes made it a bit easier for him to speak. 

“Things change, Eds… in a moment we were kids playing here.. And in a blink of an eye, a decade goes by, and here we are… with me getting ready to move to another city, having to deal with living by myself, going to college, finding a job, adapting to a whole new life…”

“All of this seems too much for only one girl.”

“Well, don’t blame me for trying. I’ll try to have courage.”

And Eddie thought it was beautiful becausem deep down,  he was a man afraid of many things - and he got distracted for a moment and didn’t notice you tried to jump off the tire swing and fell to the ground.

He hurried to check if you were hurt, and the sound of your laughter echoed while he helped you get back up. The rest of the world dropped away when you took each other’s hand and looked into each other’s eyes. You felt as if you could hear the flickering of birds, water lapping, and the wind blowing, and then all at once, you couldn’t. Everything around you fell silent. It was just the two of you.

It could have been minutes or just a second; you couldn’t measure how long you stared at each other, unable to break eye contact. Eddie looked like he was about to slam you against a tree and make out to you, or maybe it was just the burning desire playing tricks with your mind. Being so close to him was torture. You were tired of pretending.  

“Eddie, I have to admit… I’m scared.” you were on the verge of tears

“Just saying that makes you more brave than you imagine… but you don’t have to be scared, sweetheart.”

But you were scared about the new life ahead of you and the things you were leaving behind. 

“What if I’m making the wrong decisions, Eds? What if…”

He interrupted you: “I’ll be damned if I let your insecurities win. I have never met anyone like you; if there is anyone that can conquer the world, that one is you.”

“The rest of the world may not agree with you, Eds.”

“Sweetheart, other people’s judgments are meaningless… unless you allow them to mean something. Don’t do this”.

And as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Eddie realized something - He was always fearless, not worrying about the bullies in the school, always doing as he pleased… but it was different with you. He usually got speechless and was always worried about messing up and afraid of what you could think… and that was the reason. He didn’t care about what others were thinking except for you. What you could think about him meant the world to him, the opinion that mattered.

There was a lot he wished to confess, but he struggled to let the next phrase come out of his mouth: 

“You know… I’m scared too. Things are easy when you are here… but life will be hard again once you leave.”

“And what does that mean, Eds?” you paused. “Is there anything you wanna tell me?”

His heart was hitting his chest, and he hoped you couldn’t feel its ragged rhythm. He, a man who could talk to anyone, was now tongue-tied in your presence. He just couldn’t seem to control his words or his emotions, though he tried his best. Every time you were together, he held back. He wanted to be all over you but was cautious, not wanting you to see how he was burning for you. 

But time passed, and he kept quiet. You felt your chest getting heavier and bit your lip to avoid the tears pooling in your eyes. You took his silence as a sign of indifference.

“We should get back,” you murmured, defeated, walking back without waiting for him.

The sadness of the cold goodbye you got from your father and the silence from Eddie faded away when you got back to the trailer park, as Wayne was waiting for you with warm eyes and a smile. Saying goodbye to him was more challenging than you thought, and you could already feel the tears pooling in your eyes, and you looked down, not knowing how to say goodbye to him. 

“You should get Hopper to arrest me - leaving you and Eddie alone is practically criminal negligence; who will take care of you now?”

“Our lives won’t be the same without you here… but I think it’s important to get away from where you’ve grown up for some of your life… Go see the world, kiddo! But don’t forget you’ll always have us here whenever you want to come back.”

“What if I don’t want to go?” you mumbled, pouting like a small kid.

“Keep your head up, my sweet, beautiful girl. This is just the beginning. Don’t forget this old man will always wish you all the best.”

You were never good with words, and this time you wished you were because there were so many things you wanted to tell him. 

“I love you, Uncle Wayne!” You hugged him around the waist, tears streaming down your face. 

“There, now. You don’t want to miss your party. Go have fun, kiddo. I love you.”. He patted your back and tried to hide that he was almost crying.

Eddie was also trying to keep his emotions under control and tried his best to distract himself by singing in the car while going to Steve’s house, knowing that was probably the last car ride you would share. He didn’t want to think of all the preparations you did - how you left him a copy of the keys to your trailer, how you let him store some of his belongings in your old room, to declutter a bit his bedroom in his trailer, how you were wearing his favorite shirt, and wearing the guitar pick necklace you gave him. He just couldn’t believe this was the day he would lose you. 

When you got to Steve’s house, everyone was already there - Eddie let you go and join the others, he knew that everyone wanted to spend time with you, and he wanted to let you enjoy it. He was happy to see you all playing and having fun together. 

And during all that, he gazed at you, trying to memorize everything about you. Your hair, your eyes, the clothes you were wearing, your lips, your cheeks, the color of your skin when the sun hit it, your voice, so beautiful while singing along with the boys, that smile that he loved so much. 

He looked at you and wished he would never stop looking at you, but he knew it was the end. He could already imagine that the weeks would pass, maybe you would stop to write back his letters, to answer his calls, there would be that unspoken thing, the heavy silence, and you would then forget about him. So he knew he had to remember every little detail now because those were the last moments he would have the chance to see and witness them.

And you were smiling so beautifully, playing catch with the girls when you stopped and looked at him. And then you started to run to him, and without thinking, he also ran to meet you. He picked you up and spun you around, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. Being around you made him feel giddy and excited. It made his heart race, and he could not string a coherent sentence, but he was glad it didn’t bother you. 

“You know that not a single day will go by that I won’t think of you, right?”

“Good!” you replied, smiling.

He could picture the whole life ahead you would have, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was holding you back. He had no idea what would happen in the future, which scared him. 

“You and I are going to be okay; you know that, right?” he didn’t know if he was telling that to reassure you or to convince himself about it. 

You nodded, and when your lips opened to say something, Robin grabbed your arms, making you stand in a chair to make a speech to everyone before you left. Shyness washed over you, but you did your best to mumble a few words to everyone.

“And we may have had some ups and downs,” you concluded, looking fondly at the group, “but I love every one of you. I know that I’m moving on to the next chapter of my life, but please know that I sincerely hope we can hold each other close in our hearts. I know I’m taking all this love with me wherever I go.”

“She is smart. Too smart to stay stuck here,” Steve murmured. He could feel the tears falling, and Robin, standing by his side, was surprised to see that he wasn’t trying to stop the tears.

You raised your cup, your eyes shining with tears. “Cheers, everyone. I’m so glad I met you!”

“Cheers!” They all responded in unison, tapping their cups together and wiping their eyes with broad smiles. No one was smiling brighter and crying harder than the curly hair boy in the corner.

“That’s my girl!” you heard Steve call out from the sidelines - you were thankful he was there trying to cheer you, although it made you feel the blood hot under your cheeks.

He held out his arms for you and brought you in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, little lady,” he murmured into your hair as you leaned your head against his chest. 

“I know you are, big boy!”

“I’m gonna miss you so much” Nancy stole you from Steve’s arms to hug you. 

“Don’t. Be. A. Stranger.” Jonathan wagged his finger in your face. 

You pretended to think about it for a second. “Sorry, Jonathan. Can’t make any promises.” You patted his face giving him a confident smile.

Eddie stepped into the space Jonathan had once stood in, finding himself beside you. The indescribable urge to touch and kiss you welled in his entire being, but he attempted to keep it at bay.

“Are you gonna say goodbye? I don’t wanna hear it.” Eddie said quickly. 

You shared one last hug, hiding your face in his neck. You mumbled what you knew could be your last words to him.

“I’m afraid we will forget this. I don’t wanna forget how this feels.” 

He stepped back and gently cupped your face, staring into your eyes. “I won’t forget. I could never forget you… it’s hard to forget someone who gave me so much to remember.” 

You were unable to speak another word, lost in those chocolate-brown eyes. You hoped that your eyes would say enough. 

“shh,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. “it’s okay, sweetheart.”

Your eyes locked, and your breathing quickened. A tiny spark of hope that you would kiss crossed your mind, but the sound of a door slamming snapped you out of the moment. You turned to find Marc ready and waiting for you by his car. 

“Up you go,” Eddie said, in a voice he was fighting to keep steady. He leaned in close, gently, and whispered, “I’ll miss you.” 

He stepped back again, you both just staring at each other awestruck. Dazzled. In his mind, he kept repeating, “I’m never gonna be okay with being apart. I’m gonna keep missing the hell out of you,“ but he couldn’t find the strength to tell you that.  

One side of his mouth pulled up into your favorite uneven smile. You couldn’t catch your breath soon enough to reply and just tried to smile back. The words stuck in your throat as you saw the lost light in his eyes just before he turned and walked away. 

You waved your goodbyes to the others and joined Marc, ready to start the ride. Through it all, you sat numbly in the car, tears leaking steadily from your eyes, while you left your heart, your whole life behind, heading into the unknown. 

Several beer cans were spread out in the trailer’ living room, and Wayne’s heart ached when he noticed a wasted Eddie with his head on the table. 

“Boy, are you ok?” he asked, knowing already the answer.

“She left. Why leave me? Why no one stays? What am I going to do now she is gone?” the intrusive thoughts were fighting their way into Eddie’s mind and were winning. 

“C’mon, boy, as much as heartbroken you must be now… she must have felt the same pain when leaving; she is crazy about you.”

“All I ever wanted was to be enough for her. But I’m not. Do we get what we deserve? Because it seems that I surely don’t deserve her. Why would I? She is now going to college while I’m here, stuck repeating the senior year. I wanted to be a perfect guy and be important, but why would she want someone like me? She would never want…” 

Eddie was speaking so fast, his breathing increasing as he was getting increasingly anxious, until Wayne put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. 

“You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Eddie. You need to see yourself as worthy of love, son, because you are.”

“I’m not; I’m just a fucked up mess.” he tried to push Wayne away, but Wayne decided not to leave Eddie’s side. “I always thought that loving someone, giving that much authority to one person was scary, but you see… that’s the easiest part. I would give my whole life to her without thinking twice - but the problem is that my life is not valuable, not enough for her, and that’s scary.”

“Being receptive to affection is one of the things that trauma steals from us, boy, and it hurts me to see this happening to you.” Wayne caressed Eddie’s hair. “I’ve already been in that moment of not accepting, or rather forgetting how to accept good things… and I can tell you that pain can put us in places that are complicated and far away from the ones we care about, and we can get lost… you don’t have to go through that.

“It’s not that easy! When I saw all those romantic movies with her, I understood why she loved them, but I never wanted to live them... I mean, can you imagine loving someone so deeply that when they leave, you crumble into pieces?” he sighed. “And here I am, feeling just like them. And I know what comes next, a pain that will engulf me so much that I won’t be able to eat, sleep or drink properly… I felt it before when we were apart, and now it will be even worse.”

“So you would rather not love her, then…”

“Loving her is the best thing that could have happened to me! But it’s the worst for her! I only mean trouble for her.”

“Life is trouble, son. You’ve got to fight for what you want.”

Eddie spent so long trying to convince himself he did the right thing but wasn’t so sure anymore. He didn’t know what to think. 

“I don’t have the right to hold her life up. I can’t fight for her if that’s not what she wants. I need to respect her decisions, and she decided to go away. There’s nothing I could do.”

Eddie got up and left, not wanting to argue anymore. Wayne sighed - He knew how good for each other you were, how you always encouraged and supported each other, how you saved each other. And he could only hope that this would not be lost forever because he didn’t want to see Eddie suffering. 

Eddie’s eyes drifted across his bedroom as he slowly entered. Every corner had something that reminded him of you, of the connection you two had, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. What once was his happy place now felt empty and hollow. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw your trembling lips trying to form a smile in that farewell moment. The weight of unspoken words pressed heavily upon his heart.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, letting out a sigh, replaying the moment of your parting in his mind - you have left for college, to your new beginning, while his feelings remained locked away, unvoiced - as these emotions surged, a whirlwind of frustration and regret filled his chest - he wanted to believe it was the right thing to do, he didn’t want to hold you back from pursuing your dreams, but with every minute away from you, his doubts gnawed at his resolve.

Amid his thoughts, a sudden flicker of color caught his eye. The folded piece of paper was on the nightstand amidst the chaos of scattered textbooks and old photographs. Seeing your handwriting in “For Eddie” made him smile. 

He hadn’t dared to read it when you left it for him, but he hoped that your letter would have words of comfort and would help him cope with your absence. His trembling hands reached out to retrieve it, and his heart skipped a beat as he unfolded the note.

“FUCK! SHIT, SHIT, NO!” Eddie yelled, his frustration growing into a potent mix of anger and regret, settling like a heavy fog, enveloping his senses, making him throw things around - while broken fragments stayed scattered on the floor, his tears burning their way down his cheeks. 

He sank to his knees, clutching the note tightly in his hands. It was a poignant reminder of the depths of feelings and the missed opportunity to express them. With every fiber of his being, Eddie wished he could turn back time and rewrite the script of your farewell.

Instead of the heartful, lengthy letter that Eddie expected, you wrote only 4 simple words to him:

“Ask me to stay.”

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[tiredassmage]

something something, back to the beginning with 7.5, something something spend nearly half your life doing something, something memories, something totally probably not at all actually related to the plot of the patch, but something something excuse for me to write cheesy flirt lines-- self-indulgent as hell little brainworm of an exchange that may or may not actually happen but i sure as hell had fun putting tyr through it xD loosely inspired by the premise of returning to hutta for 7.5 and name-dropping one of the new characters, so technically some kind of spoilers but. obvs we don't know much and this is just. deeply, deeply self-indulgent fun on my part for now, lol. [but that kind of stuff is under the cut, if that is important to your reading choices <3]

“We have been to Hutta before,” Vector recalls. They step up to the agent’s shoulder as Tyr leans into the doorway, cocking one foot over the other.

Tyr grunts, “Somehow.., I’m inclined to doubt much has changed in…” A grimace starts to pull the agent’s features tighter around his eyes, as if counting the years might make the aches settle deeper. “Oh, twenty years, almost.., isn’t it?”

Vector hums thoughtfully. “Much has changed, agent,” they remind gently, “But… not so much, all the same, we concur.” They watch the agent’s eyes scan the distant swamp for a moment, noting the restless toy of his hands along the fit sleeves of the overcoat he wears.

They recall a saying on the ways of old habits…

“We suppose not all things can improve with age.”

A sharp, loud huff leaves their companion. Vector begins to smile. It’s enough to still Tyr’s hands - they instead fold together across his waist, supporting the agent’s lean. Out of the corner of their eyes, Tyr’s own narrow as they turn on him, mockingly accusatory.

“Vector Hyllus… I’m going to assume good faith.”

“Of course, agent,” they reply. Their smile widens under the mounting suspicion. “We have known plenty to admire a fine vintage.”

Tyr doesn’t quite manage to choke back a bark of laughter beneath a hand flying up to his mouth, nor does it entirely conceal his smile and the brush of color that enters his cheeks. Vector mercifully turns their eyes back out to the smog-hugged buildings awaiting them. Shortly, Tyr clears his throat. “You know I prefer Kaasi brandy myself.”

“Of course. You’ve always had a most enlightening taste, agent.”

Tyr coughs lightly and shakes his head. “Ah… right. So.”

“So,” Vector allows. “We… are not familiar with this… ‘Yusinduu,’ agent. It will be our first time in the district.”

“Right.” And just like that, a familiar lighting bolt clarity clears Tyr’s eyes. He pushes off from the doorway and waves Vector down the ramp with him, sweeping his jacket over the holsters at his hips. “Stay close, for now. If Hutts are reliable for anything, it’s an eye for profitable motives-”

Even that brief smile was well worth the diversion. They follow after the Commander, tucking their hands into their pockets.

“Do you think there is any relation, agent?”

Tyr begins to frown - a familiar brush of durasteel and the first gasp of rain-heavy air from the horizon. “I wouldn’t be surprised in the least,” he says.

His eyes skim the edges of the streets over Vector’s shoulders. “You know, I think you owe me a drink-” A cover for the agent’s sentiment to find a place to observe the local hum.

He claps a hand to Vector’s shoulder with a grin, eyes clear of the aged rhythms thrumming in battle-tested veins, no doubt. His fingers squeeze carefully around their shoulder and his voice drops for only a moment, “If I know anything about Hutta, it’s that we’re all good for someone… for the right price.” Stay close. Stay vigilant.

Tyr’s eyes face forward again, easily slipping through unfamiliar streets - enough heaviness in forward steps to keep their path clear and draw only the barest of curious glances. New faces on Hutt-controlled streets aren't uncommon. Nine wants them just under the radar. For now.

“Let’s see who we should be today, hm?”

[phantomram-b00]

Okay I wasn’t going to be active today, but I saw this post about Crowley, and I do recommend you check it out it bring up many good points. It does inspire me to make a post about something I’m kinda surprised no one talks about exactly (or maybe they did idk.)

Now keep in mind, I do love Crowley and Aziraphale, they’re both my favorite characters and also my comfort characters/ship. Not just for their good deeds and characterization but also because they flawed. Or as they said in the blitz episode, they shade of grey. 🩶 I just feel like Crowley behaving a bit stupidly here. (But here might have more validity but still felt it was unwarranted)

Now onto the post, probably wondering what I could be talking about The Jim Situation all the way back in season 2 episode 1

So I’ve been meaning to talk about this, but I wasn’t exactly sure if it would be well received or wouldn’t make sense. But I think the post I linked help me have some confidence, as I do feel that people when talking about it forgot that, Aziraphale DID NOT want to help Gabriel at all. He never wanted to see him again after 2019; why would he, he not only approve of the first armageddon but also wanted to execute him (specially but also crowley) and overall was passive aggressive asshole towards him. Why would he ever want to help his toxic ex-boss? He kinda didn’t have a choice here, now he did say no at first when Gabriel asked to come in (I mean— idk about you but your ex-boss who’s naked want to come into my house I wouldn’t let them inside neither just no-) but he did bring him inside because he felt obligated because everyone is looking at him and the naked man friend, I think if things were different I think Aziraphale wouldn’t even think about helping him as another thing, Aziraphale moved on from everything that happen, he’s living his life, he even said so to Crowley when talking how he doesn’t report to them anymore. So the have this happen, just felt like ABBA song “Mama Mia here I go again”.

But another thing is that, Aziraphale also (while hesitantly) want to know what happen to Gabriel? Why has he forgotten about himself or really everything? And asking him or the empty box didn’t solve anything at all. As patient as aziraphale is, even his was running really thin as he talk to Gabriel. Not to mention of the fact Gabriel revealed that something terrible might happen which understandably terrifies Aziraphale. So, he turns to Crowley, which gifted us Nina asked about the naked man friend (Sorry I love his face when she drop that, the expression speaks so much volume I love it! XD)

Okay back to my ramble, now at first I’ll give the benefit of the doubt of why Crowley was kinda suspicious at first, Aziraphale wasn’t being up front about it at first (though to be fair, trying to tell someone “hey my naked ex-boss is in my bookshop and doesn’t know who he even is” is probably the most bizarre to even try to explain or tell anyone). And then as they go inside the bookshop, he got spooked rightfully so, this was the same person who wanted to kill Aziraphale, even saying the worse thing he can ever say: “shut your stupid mouth and die”. So to see him again, yeah, being scared is a valid response even as well as being showing keep resentment.

But, as they went to the very Va-Va-vroom yellow backroom, Crowley first idea was to take Gabriel somewhere far away, which if you really think about, wouldn’t solve any of their problem. It like putting a bandage or tape on a crack, sure it might help for now but more cracks will come up and will eventually break (I’ll get back to this later). What aziraphale said kinda valid, Gabriel does need them because who knows if this something terrible would only affect Gabriel, it could very well affect him or even Crowley or earth, so in Aziraphale’s view helping him out might neutralize whatever’s going on or will happen and taking him to dartmoor as Crowley stated do anything.

Now okay to give more benefit of the doubt, again, I do understand why Crowley was acting this way, and Aziraphale selflessly helping Gabriel is infuriating for him. As Crowley seeing this as “how can you help the person who want to murder you? How can you look past and forgive them this easily? How can you possible find it in your heart to help him after everything?”, which is pointing out Aziraphale’s flaws, him being selfless and need to help. Gabriel could’ve curse him out or bring him down to his lowest yet he still want to help. Now, there nothing wrong with being selfless, it an honorable thing to do, however, it become an issue when your selfless without thinking how it’ll affect you or the person involve. But, as I mention before, Aziraphale never wanted to help Gabriel, the only reason Aziraphale’s want to even do far as help this angel is because 1) he was obligated to as who else could possible help an amnesiac angel? 2) Gabriel mention something terrible will happen, so aziraphale want to know what can that be to prevent it. And 3) he’s pushing away his qualms against gabriel aside just so he can help him. So I don’t think Aziraphale’s exactly wrong for not wanting to sent Gabriel away as it wouldn’t solve the something terrible.

But Crowley doesn’t want to help (at first), so Aziraphale despite desperately loving nothing more but for Crowley to help him; said he’s welcome to go. He’s at least giving Crowley the opportunity to choose. Even though, Aziraphale want his help more than anything as the one thing both of them share is that, they don’t want to see Gabriel anymore. However, with aziraphale telling him he can go, Crowley well leaves. But not before (granted he did try to calm down though):

Aziraphale while most likely understands why Crowley left, I feel given his expression just wished Crowley tried a little harder rather than just walking away that easily. I almost said maybe he also feels envious that Crowley got the choice to walk away from this but I don’t see Aziraphale as someone who’s envious to that degree, but I feel Aziraphale wasn’t at least wishful he could avoid this whole Gabriel thing more than Crowley. But it just their luck.

Okay back to Crowley again, so we back to see him inside the car and then he is teleported back to hell by Beelzebub, there Ze tell Crowley what Shax mentioned before that Gabriel is gone and try to bribe Crowley by saying he can name his own price and even get his job back. Then tells Crowley that heaven up and arms about the disappearance and will dealt with anyone who’s helping Gabriel with extremes sanctions. Which absolutely mortified him because then there that possibility of being erased from the book of life.

And no, I don’t think Crowley’s original plan would’ve solved anything because in a way, that’s still helping Gabriel in some way. Does it more or less benefit Crowley and aziraphale yes but not by the long run. Like I said, it’s putting a bandage/tape on a crack, it could hold but not for long as it will ultimately fall apart and they would still be punished by doing this. So I think that’s why I never got why he still said “no no no aziraphale what have you done!?” Like sure even though I said my benefit of the doubt, I feel he should’ve at least understand this wasn’t Aziraphale’s choice neither, or even that this isn’t all on aziraphale anyway. It was Gabriel that just showed up and came to Aziraphale’s bookshop in the first place, so this was sprung on him. So I felt this was kinda irrational for him to think this way as Aziraphale never wanted this at all.

So Crowley comes back and Aziraphale decides to play petty (which sure valid since he did walk away but he did give him a choice? Idk it complicated), and Crowley goes on to say he was right which prompted to aziraphale wanting the apology dance from him (which okay imma be real, I have a headcanon where I think Aziraphale was dying to see this day. Been waiting until they first invented it which— I’m curious who idea was this.)

Now, you can debate if this thing was apology dance worthy but frankly, to see the dance, peak performance. But this isn’t about the dance, it about the grey heroes so let get back into it. Now Crowley does decide to help after all, and they decide to do what it seem to be the most powerful miracle anyone probably have ever seen or ranked. And it was only a half miracle. Which is really interesting. But I think even though Crowley does decide to help, I felt his earlier action was not exactly stupid but was unfair toward Aziraphale but at the same time it valid because of what I’ve stated and his underline trauma towards heaven period, so I can’t really call him stupid for this, but more or less deeply flawed here. However while the situation itself was unfair for Aziraphale as he want to help whatever going on I felt he should’ve also been more considerate about Crowley’s feeling with this whole ordeal as was equally unfair to Crowley in a way too. But I think the most common thing is that they don’t want to do this and want this thing to be resolved so they can move on with their lives. And even if Crowley did what he did, at least Aziraphale foot at forgiveness :) (I hate myself for making that joke— someone sedate me)

Now that’s my thought, this probably is controversial, so you’re welcome and valid if you disagree or even agree with this. Tell me what you think or if you agree/disagree tell me why? If you guys do have good omens question or question in general you can ask me on the AMA. But if you have any commentary on this blog you can unleash them, just please be mindful that’s all I ask. I have more analysis I got plan but for now, imma head to bed and relax. I’ll go haunt with you guys later but for now I’ll go haunt somewhere else. Hope you enjoy this blog and please check out the post I link on here, it was an interesting take and help me inspire me to make this one ^v^ so hope you enjoy that post too.

[silverbladexyz]

Hiii! Welcome back! This request is so cute and fluffy. I haven’t watched Naruto yet, but I did some research on Sakura’s powers and I hope I wrote it alright! Btw this is hcs

BSD Manga spoilers below!

The images used are not mine. They belong to their original owners

TW: Mentions of fighting, stabbing

Tecchou and Jouno with a Fem!reader that’s the Hunting Dogs’ doctor

Tecchou:

-I feel like Tecchou rarely gets injured on missions. Like, this guy is the strongest member of the Hunting Dogs, I don’t think a little scratch would be enough to stop him

-So let’s say that after he finished his mission, he was just about to head back to headquarters, when unfortunately a criminal snuck up on him and stabbed him in the back. Luckily, Tecchou was able to capture the criminal, but unluckily for him he now had a serious wound that needed treatment

-Tecchou was originally going to treat it himself and eat some of his food combinations, but Jouno was nagging him to go to the clinic, because the ‘blood smelled gross’. Tachihara too, but because he didn’t want Tecchou to get an infected wound and end up sick

-So he had no choice but to go to the infirmary. And that was when he met you

-You were very kind and patient while you were treating him. The wound did turn out to be infected, but you merely held your palm towards it. A green light shone, and the next moment his wound was gone

-Tecchou was kind of surprised, but you explained to him that it was your ability. He nodded, but he didn’t question the limits of your ability

-It was a few weeks later when Tecchou was sent to the infirmary again, this time even more wounded than before. Even Teruko was convinced that he might fall into a coma

-However, you had healed him up in a matter of seconds. This sparked curiosity in Tecchou, and soon he was asking you questions about your ability. Afterall, not all ability users with the power to heal could heal several deep wounds at once

-Over time, Tecchou finds himself enjoying your company a lot more. You were very easygoing and enjoyable to talk to, and you always managed to heal Tecchou up successfully

-He even offers you some of his food combinations. You don’t accept it, however, you do give him suggestions of healthier foods that had the same colour and that went great with each other. Tecchou took you up on your advice, and actually found himself enjoying the new food combinations that you gave him

-Whenever he gets injured, even if he could treat it himself, Tecchou still decides to go to you. Jouno teases him for this, but does Tecchou give a damn? Nope

-It wasn’t long before he felt... strange around you. Whenever you two interacted, he would feel nervous and his heart beat so fast that he thought there was something wrong with him

-Literally asks you for advice on what was happening. Then he learns that he has a crush on you

-Probably wouldn’t confess to you for a long time, if it weren’t for Jouno asking him to get it over and done with, since his fast heartbeat always annoyed his heterochromatic-haired coworker

-So after a few days, he finally confesses to you in the infirmary. It was after you healed him, when he actually holds your hand and looks at you in your eyes

-You thought that there was something wrong with your face, but once he confesses, you immediately accept. You had grown fond of Tecchou, and knowing that he felt the same way made you incredulously happy

-Cue Jouno taking pictures in the background for blackmail xD

Jouno:

-Jouno probably doesn’t get hurt a lot too, since his ability somehow helps his wounds close over and he’s as good as new

-But let’s say that his ability was copied for hours by a criminal ability user that he had to fight. It wasn’t easy, and by the end of it Jouno was bleeding nearly everywhere

-Because he doesn’t have his ability for a little while, he had no choice but to go to the infirmary

-Jouno was expecting to be kept there for a while, but what he didn’t expect was for you to hold your hand over his wounds and feel them close over quickly

-When the entire thing was done, Jouno was slightly surprised, but not for long. Afterall, you were a doctor for the Hunting Dogs, and that required exceptional skills

-Jouno found you nice to talk to. Sure, even though you could be too nice sometimes, you aren’t a pushover and knew when to stand your ground. Plus your medical knowledge and your ability made you an all the more formidable opponent

-He teased you a bit sometimes, but you got along well with him. Jouno always went to you whenever he got injured because he somehow liked the idea of you being the only person who was allowed to heal him

-Sometimes he would purposely make Tecchou stab him more often, only so that he could be treated by you <3

-It was quite a long time before he started to have these weird reactions whenever he saw you. Such as nervousness, a fast heartbeat, and all those tell-tale signs of him having a crush on you

-Jouno is in denial for the longest time. During this time, he might even try to distance himself from you. But give him some more time, and he’ll soon come to terms with his feelings

-When he confesses, he is quite simple. He just says ‘go out with me’ when you finish healing his wounds

-You nearly stumbled, and you thought that you heard him incorrectly. But Jouno just smiled genuinely, and repeated what he had said

-You were nearly lost for words, but you accepted eagerly, your heart beating the quickest you had ever felt it beat 

-But if only you knew how fast Jouno’s heart was beating for you <333

@ashthemadwriter​ @pixyys​ @pianotross​ @the-mourning-stars​ @i-just-like-goats​

[ladytauria]

cheering up big brother

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Rating: E Words: 8.7k

Dick has girlfriends, but he still fucks around with Jason. It’s the kind of scumbag thing that Jason knows Robin—or Nightwing, or Batman—would put a stop to… but he lets it happen anyway. Because it’s Dick, and he’s everything Jason has ever wanted. After Dick’s latest break-up, Jason goes to him to cheer up the only way he knows how: by offering his body. Dick takes.

This was written for DickJay Week 2024, for the day 7 prompt: Robin Jason. It's... a couple days late xD Thank you so much to @this-was-a-terrible-idea for reading this for me <333

I hope you enjoy!

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Jason bites his lip as he steps inside Dick’s room. He shuts the door softly behind him. The room is unusually dark. The ceiling light is off. The curtains are drawn. The only light comes from Dick’s bedside lamp, turned to its dimmest setting. The light is dim and golden, making the shadows of the room look so much darker and longer in comparison. Dick is a lump on the bed, blankets pulled up to his ear.

Jason’s approaches tentatively. His legs nearly touch the edge of the bed before Dick speaks.

“Go away, Jason.” Dick doesn’t even bother to look at him when he says it. He sounds like every annoyed older brother Jason has ever heard on TV.

The nerves twisting in Jason’s belly get worse; like thorny vines, constricting around his insides and poking them sharply.

He swallows, and fidgets with the tie of his bathrobe. “I, uh… I thought you might want some company,” he says softly.

“I don’t.”

Dick’s tone is harsh. Sharp. Jason doesn’t take it personally.

Or… He tries not to.

Jason knows Dick is hurting right now. Dick’s been dating a lot, but none of his girlfriends ever stick around. Not since Kori. Jason doesn’t know all of the details of their break-up, but he knows it hurt Dick. Bad. Even if they are still friends. Every subsequent break-up sends him spiraling into that same sour mood.

Doesn’t help that he and Bruce have started fighting more again, too. There for a bit, Jason had thought things were looking up, but…

Apparently not.

Anyway. Dick is just— He’s hurting. He’s not really angry at Jason.

“Okay,” he says, fidgeting in place for a moment. “I’ll—um. I’ll leave if you really want me too, but. I, um. I got you something. To—cheer you up a little, maybe. And I thought, um… I thought you might like to see it first?”

As Jason speaks, he starts undoing the tie to his silk robe.

Dick heaves a sigh, and rolls over. “Ja—”

Whatever he was going to say is cut off as soon as Jason shrugs out of the robe, letting it puddle on the floor around his feet. Jason had spent several nights shopping for lingerie a month or so ago. Dick had bought him several sets, and Jason… Jason had wanted to surprise him. His original plan had looked different than this, but…

He’d bought more than one set. It wouldn’t hurt to sacrifice one.

Tonight, he’d chosen a baby doll in Nightwing blue, with semi-sheer cups swirled with a lace pattern. A bow sits between them. Jason had painstakingly removed it, as well as the ones on the straps and the panties, and replaced them all with ones in gold.

The baby doll splits to reveal his navel; the matching panties sitting on his hips. Like the cups, they’re semi-sheer; revealing a little bit more than just his bulge.

When Jason had seen it, he’d fallen in love immediately, and figured Dick would like it too; its playful flirtation with innocence.

Dick stares at him now. There’s something dark and almost predatory in his eyes. He sits up slowly. The blanket slides off of his shoulder to pool in his lap, exposing the faded t-shirt he’s wearing. It looks like it might have been Bruce’s once; a little too big for Dick’s frame and bearing a faded older version of the WE logo on it.

Jason nibbles at his lip, trying not to squirm. It’s not like Dick hasn’t seen him in lingerie before… or in even less clothing.

This is different, though. This isn’t Dick asking Jason to play dress-up—this is Jason, deliberately dolling himself up for Dick’s benefit. It could go badly so easily.

“You got this for me?” Dick asks. There’s barely enough inflection on the end to make it a question. His face is unreadable.

Jason nods, clasping his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting. It has the added effect of pushing his chest out, as if he’s offering himself up even further. “Yeah,” he whispers. “I… I thought you’d like it.”

It was stupid.

Jason was stupid.

Why would he think Dick wanted this—him—right now? He’d just had his heart broken. Again. If Dick wanted to drown his sorrows in a whore, he’d have come to find him.

“Come here,” Dick says, holding out an arm.

Jason goes. He doesn’t even think of refusing. How can he? Even if Dick is pissed at him, and wants to—to punish him, at least Jason will have his attention.

Dick tugs Jason to straddle his thighs. He runs his hands over Jason’s sides; first over the baby doll, and then he slips them under, to rest on Jason’s skin.

Dick’s hands are big and broad on Jason’s waist, making him feel small.

Not that it takes much. Jason’s gained both weight and height while living with the manor, but he’s still… small. Might be doomed to stay that way.

He doesn’t mind that so much like this; when he feels delicate and doll-like in Dick’s hands.

“You’re wearing my colors,” Dick says, his voice low.

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[arecaceae175]

If you'd like another pride prompt, how about bi twi and gay wars, one of them playing wingman for the other

EXCELLENT SUGGESTION! This was very fun to write XD

Summary: Twilight is the best wingman anyone could ever ask for, in his opinion. Warriors isn't so sure.

703 words, humor and fluff

Twilight: bisexual, he/him Warriors: gay, trans man, he/him

Twilight crossed his arms and leaned against the building. Warriors noticed his presence, of course- they were in a town, so Warriors’ hypervigilance was out in full force- but didn’t look his way. Warriors’ attention was focused solely on the man selling arrows.

Their list was clutched in Warriors’ right hand, and Twilight could see that everything except the arrows was crossed off. 

“You alright?” Twilight asked. 

Warriors’ eyes darted to Twilight, to the man, then back to Twilight. He visibly deflated then ran a hand through his hair. Twilight noticed it was disheveled and felt his anxiety increase. 

“I’m fine,” Warriors said. 

Twilight pushed himself off the wall. 

“What’s wrong?” Twilight asked. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” Warriors said. Twilight could practically see him shutting down. 

“No, nope,” Twilight said, shaking his head. “Is it that guy? Do you recognize him?”

Warriors bit his lip and averted his eyes, which Twilight thought was a very uncharacteristic show of nerves. Twilight’s hand drifted towards his sword, hidden underneath a cloak. 

“You can’t tell the others,” Warriors said. 

Twilight felt his heart skip a beat. “What? What is it?” 

“You promise?” Warriors asked. 

“I won’t hide something that’s putting you in danger-”

Warriors waved his hand. “It’s nothing like that, calm down. I just…”

Warriors’ eyes darted back to the man selling the arrows. 

“I have a… crush… on him,” Warriors said. 

Twilight blinked. His thoughts stuttered to a halt. “What?”

Warriors’ face flushed bright red. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything, I’ll-”

“No, wait. I was just surprised,” Twilight said. “I was expecting you to say he was going to try to kill you, or something. A crush is great! You should go talk to him!”

Warriors immediately shook his head. “Can’t do that.”

Twilight felt a smile bloom on his face. “Are you afraid to talk to him?” 

Warriors’ face got impossibly redder. Twilight gasped in delight. 

“You are! Oh, how the mighty Captain has fallen!” 

Warriors pushed Twilight into the wall. Twilight let himself fall, chuckling in delight. 

“Shove off,” Warriors said. 

“What’ll it take to convince you to talk to him?” Twilight asked. 

“It’s not happening.”

“Come on! I’ve never seen you like this. It’s cute,” Twilight said. 

“I’m not cute-”

“And you two would be very cute together-”

“I’m not cute, and nothing is happening-”

“And you’re such a catch! You’re incredibly beautiful, which you’re well aware of, you’ve got too much charisma, frankly, and you’re the hero! Who wouldn’t want to date you?"

“I can list a few-”

“Nope, I’m absolutely not letting you pass up this golden opportunity,” Twilight said. He grabbed the end of Warriors’ scarf and proudly marched into the crowd. Warriors squeaked- squeaked! Twilight was never letting him hear the end of this- as the scarf tightened around his neck. He had no choice but to follow.

“Twi, wait! What are you doing?” Warriors whisper-yelled. 

“Being the best wingman you could ask for,” Twilight replied. “You’ve got this.”

Twilight tugged the scarf again before Warriors could respond, then pushed him to the counter while the man was turned away. Twilight stepped up right beside Warriors to box him in then cleared his throat. 

The man turned and raised an eyebrow. Twilight immediately understood Warriors’ attraction. The man was gorgeous. 

“Hello,” he said, a kind smile on his face. “How can I help you gentleman?”

And kind, too. Twilight barely held back a chuckle. This was excellent. 

“We need some supplies for our journey. My friend, here,” Twilight clapped Warriors on the shoulder, specifically over his expensive armor, “has our list.”

Twilight turned slightly to face Warriors. “I’ll grab the rest of the supplies and meet you at the inn.” 

Twilight lowered his voice as he turned to walk away. “Or not. Have fun!” He whispered. 

Twilight didn’t let himself look back until he was a respectable distance away. Warriors was smiling as he chatted with the man. The man was smiling back and, if Twilight did say so himself, looked overjoyed to be talking to Warriors. Warriors’ body language was calm, so Twilight felt alright leaving him. 

He would stay close by, just in case, but he was happy to let Warriors have his fun for the evening. 

[tmntxthings]

1. Congrats on the 500 followers!! <3 :D <3

2. Remember your tmnt angst prompts? Well, I took one of them and decided you deserved a story for once. ^w^ (I haven't written oneshots before, so I hope it's okay xD) -Navi <3

Don’t touch me!

Rise!DonniexgnReader, hurt/comfort, angst, ooc(?), fluff!

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Y/n.” Leo warned you, grabbing your arm, stopping you from entering the purple masked turtle’s lab.

You looked back at Leo. Mikey had called you, letting you know they had all returned safely (for the most part) from their latest mission.

But Donnie had been hurt rather seriously. After Leo had patched him up, he had locked himself in his lab, refusing to let anyone in.

“But I have to see him!” you said, your voice trembling with worry.

Leo knew you wouldn’t back down. All the brothers knew how much the two of you were in love. But he also knew what his twin could be like in a vulnerable state.

“Okay…” he said hesitantly, letting go of your arm.

You walked up to the door of Donatello’s lab and knocked. There was no response. You tried again. Nothing…

Luckily, you knew the code to open the door, so you still managed to enter.

It was dark in there. The only lights on, were from the screens of the computer monitors. You could barely make out the figure sitting by the working table, but you knew it was Donnie.

“Donnie?” you called softly.

“Please leave, Y/n…”

You did the opposite, you moved closer.

“Mikey called. I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I want to be left alone.”

You kneeled by his chair, looking up at him. From the faint light of the screens, you could see his right shoulder was completely wrapped in bandages.

“Won’t you at least look at me?”

Slowly, he turned his head, facing you. You couldn’t quite read his face though.

You reached up a hand, wanting to caress his cheek, but swiftly, his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t touch me!”  

Your eyes widened, startled. He had never raised his voice at you like this before.

His eyes were cold and his grip on your wrist was tight.

What were you suppose to do in this kind of situation?

He blinked a few times, then let go of you, turning his head away.

“Just leave.” he hissed.

You got up on your feet, rubbing your wrist. You quickly made your way out of the lab.

 

A few days passed before you returned to the lair to visit the turtles.

When you did, you wanted to act as if nothing had happened. You knew Donnie hadn’t meant to snap at you. He had apologised sincerely, explaining that the mission had been rough on him, that was why he had acted so unreasonable.

You forgave him, but he noticed you started to distance yourself from him.

You didn’t initiate the usual contact with him. You didn’t try and hold his hand or lean your head against his shoulder while watching movies.

One day, while the two of you were hanging out in his lab, he decided to confront you about it.

“Y/n,” he said, putting away his work and walking up to you. You were currently absorbed in a good book.

“Hmm?” you answered, not looking up from your book.

“Y/n, I need to ask you…” he said, placing a hand on one of yours.

This made you jump, dropping the book onto the floor.

The purple clad turtle noticed something fearful in your expression, even though it was just for a second.

You looked up at him, then giggled nervously, “Haha, clumsy me…”

Donnie frowned, now holding your hand with both of his.

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been acting different lately.”

You looked down at his hands holding yours, not even noticing you were tearing up.

“It… it’s nothing…”

“Y/n, you’re crying. You’re trembling at my touch. Why?”

You looked down at your lap, not being able to stop your tears.

"Don't touch me," you whispered, making Donnie pull away in surprise. This wasn't like you...

"That's what you said," you then explained. Donnie held his breath for a moment. Now he understood.

“You… you scared me.” You then admitted, “back when you were hurt…you grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch you… I-I’ve never seen you like that before…”

Donnie felt his heart drop. He had forgotten exactly how harshly he had reacted when you had reached for him back then. But he had already apologised, right?

“I’m sorry Y/n. I already said I was, didn’t I?”

“I know, I know,” you said, “and I know you didn’t mean to snap at me… but it made me afraid to touch you,”

The turtle sighed, gabbing your hand again and gently pulled you up from your seat. He felt your hand tremble in his. He had grown used to your touch, even if he usually wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, most of the time. It hurt to know he had frightened you to distance yourself from him.

“My dear Y/n,” his voice was gentle, “I’ll show you right here, right now, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He pulled you in for a gentle and warm embrace. You stiffened a bit at first. You couldn’t remember Donnie ever initiating a hug, it was usually always you who reached out to him.

You carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, relaxing more now in his arms, feeling his hand rub your back in small circles.

After a little while, he pulled away a little, placing a hand under your chin, looking into your eyes. He wasn't going to let you doubt his love for you again. He lead your lips up to meet his in a soft kiss.

Your fears were swept away completely.

NAVI 🤭 this was absolutely wonderful!!! I can’t believe it, thank you so much for taking the time to do one of my angst prompts!!! <33333333

[aralezinspace]

You said that you were taking Sandman fan fiction requests. I hope this one is a good idea: Reader is a preschool teacher who plans to read the Hans Christian Andersen story "Ole Lukoie" to her class, which she mentions to Morpheus since the titular character seems to be a bit similar to him. The day this happens, Morpheus shows up to visit the class to surprise the Reader and answer some of the kids' questions about him.

Storytime

A/N: omg you have NO IDEA how giddy I was to get this request! I work with toddlers and this is TOTALLY the kind of thing I'd do if they were older than 2 or 3 xD my 4 year olds from two years ago would have loved this. Thank you for sending this, hope you enjoy!

Here's a link to the full story of Ole Lukoie

~~Requests for Morpheus and the Doctor (9-13) are open!~~

The floor of my living room looked like a classroom exploded. To be fair, it was kind of true- I was working on my lesson plan for the upcoming week, and all my papers were spread out on the floor around me, my laptop perched on my legs. A mug of black coffee was on the table behind me.

It was almost midnight.

I felt the hairs on my arms stand up along with the rush of air that announced my boyfriend had arrived- as if “boyfriend” could encompass everything that came with being in a relationship with Dream of the Endless.

His eyebrows flew into his hair as he took in the pre-K lesson carnage. “Beloved,” he began slowly, “It is rather late, why are you still working?”

“My lesson plan is due tomorrow for observation. I’m almost done, I just have to get everything organized.” Dream watched me close my laptop and stack the papers in their specific order. No doubt he was ready and waiting to make me rest the minute I zipped up my bag.

I walked back into the living room, where Morpheus immediately pulled me onto the couch next to him. Exhaustion settled over me like a blanket as I curled into his side. “I admire your dedication to your work and your students,” he purred, “But you need rest. I refuse to let you burn yourself out.”

I pouted at him, my mind still whirling with everything I needed to do. “What do you have planned for the little ones?” he asked softly, gently rubbing my back. A smile touched my face.

“We’re learning about different fairytales.” I giggled somewhat nervously as I realized I was about to explain my fairytale lesson to the Prince of Stories. “Do a different one every day for the next two weeks- all the usuals, Goldilocks, Three Little Pigs, Rapunzel…” I giggled again.

“I found one I hadn’t heard of, by Hans Christian Anderson. Ole Lukoie.” It may have been a trick of the light, but I thought I saw a knowing smirk touch Dream’s face. “The main character sounds strangely similar to someone I know- a magical being that controls dreams and helps people fall asleep with sand… You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. “What ever do you mean, my love?” I gave him a playful smack on his firm chest; the fact that I didn’t break my hand on his immovable form was a sign of just how relaxed he was. “You know exactly what I mean, oh inspirational Dream Lord, he who puts ballads and epics in peoples’ brains.” Morpheus laughed again, this one full and beaming. God he was so beautiful when he laughed.

“And when do you plan to share this tale with your students?”

“Thursday.” I paused, a suspicious little thought taking hold. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” was his almost immediate response. I could see the wheels turning in his mind behind star-dusted eyes. He stared straight ahead for a moment before giving me another mischievous smirk.

“Alright,” I huffed playfully, settling back into his chest with a yawn. “Keep your secrets.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Sleep well, beloved.”

~~~

The week passed normally, both in the waking world and the Dreaming, and I had almost forgotten my conversation with Morpheus about fairytales. I was too preoccupied with writing my kids’ report cards and handling the daily chaos. One kid went home with a stomach bug, another was absent with pink eye, they ran wild on the playground, it never ended.

Thursday came, and I woke feeling especially well rested, no doubt Morpheus’ doing. His scent still lingered on my blankets; he must have spent most of the night in the waking. I went through the motions of my morning routine, putting my coffee in a travel mug so I could get to my classroom a little earlier.

My kids started coming in about an hour after I did- time always got away from me when I started prepping and organizing my room. Only a few were home sick, and the rest seemed in good spirits, coughs and runny noses aside.

They played until morning snack, when I usually read a story. All eleven of them sat at the table with a small cup of pretzels, eating and talking loudly to each other. I pulled out a copy of Ole Lukoie I had printed. “Alright my friends!” I called. Eleven pairs of eyes looked up at me, at least for a second before going back to their pretzels. I was about to go into the story when there was a knock on my door. “Oh! I wonder who that is!”

I opened the door to my principal… and my boyfriend, smiling no less. “Hello!” she began with a wave, “This young man said he was visiting your room as a guest reader!” Morpheus stepped into the room and hovered awkwardly by the cubbies.

I choked on my snort of laughter at “young man”; the coughing fit gave me a moment to think of a response. Poor Morpheus looked concerned that I was about to hack up a lung. My principal left with another cheery wave. My kids stared at Morpheus with wide eyes, trying to make him make sense in their four-year-old brains. I took a breath and feel back on the age-old pre-K advice: just roll with it.

I beckoned him to the front of the room and said, “Yes, I forgot to tell you I was bringing in a guest reader today. This, is Mr. Morpheus. Let’s say hello!” He gave them a nod as eleven versions of “Hello Mr. Morpheus” came from pretzel-filled mouths.

I passed him the copy of the story with a beaming, slightly unhinged grin. “Mr. Morpheus is going to read our story today, so let’s show him your best listening ears.” I pulled out one of the tiny plastic chairs and sat with my kids, mirroring their eager anticipation.

Dream looked uncomfortable for only a moment before the Prince of Stories arrived in full glory. He cleared his throat and began to read:

“There is nobody in the world who knows so many stories as Ole-Luk-Oie, or who can relate them so nicely. In the evening, while the children are seated at the table or in their little chairs, he comes up the stairs very softly, for he walks in his socks, then he opens the doors without the slightest noise, and throws a small quantity of very fine dust in their eyes, just enough to prevent them from keeping them open, and so they do not see him.”

His soothing, rumbling voice had them instantly spellbound, hanging on to his every word, pretzels long forgotten. My kids were never this comfortable or well-behaved with guests, but some part of them must have known Morpheus to be the one from their dreams, keeping watch over their sleep.

I was just as entranced, staring at him with a dopey, love-struck smile as he worked his magic. He would occasionally glance up from the page and make eye contact with one or two kids before his gaze landed on me, then returned to the page. He was relaxed, at ease, and dare I say, enjoying himself. His deep blue eyes were practically glittering.

The kids all clapped when he was finished- I have no shame admitting that I did as well. “Right friends, what do we say to Mr. Morpheus for reading us a story?”

“THANK YOOUUU!!”

I laughed and glanced bashfully at Dream as he closed the book. Both corners of his mouth were lifted in a small but genuine smile. I could tell he had that glowing warmth in his chest, the kind that only came from being openly adored by a gaggle of toddlers. He practically glowed under the fluorescent classroom lights, reminding me in that moment that gods and Endless thrived on being shown love and kindness as much as humans did.

I sniffed and got a hold on my emotions that were yelling for me to wrap Dream in my arms and shower him in praise, affection, kisses and adoration. Listening to his voice for ten minutes straight and watching him with the kids I loved like my own had gotten me kind of worked up. “Now then, does anyone have questions for Mr. Morpheus about our story?” A few raised their hands. “Yes, Cody.”

“Mr. Mow-ee-us, guess what! My brother has a sandbox like in the story!” Dream looked perplexed; I stood next to him as backup.

“That’s really cool!” I responded for him. “Sarah, what’s your question?”

“Teacher is Mr. Morbus your boyfriend?”

I froze, feeling his eyes on me. I should have seen this coming. I let out a small sigh. “Yes, Mr. Morpheus is my boyfriend.”

“Are you gonna be married? My mommy’s married-“

I stopped them before that line of inquiry could go any further. “Okay, David you had a question?”

“Do you have a cat? I have two cats at home.”

“No,” Dream began somewhat haltingly. “I do have a raven, a bird. His name is Matthew.”

“That’s a silly name!” one kid shouted. A cup of pretzels clattered to the floor.

“Okay, one more question before recess. Elena?”

“Why do you have a really long coat?”

“Because… I find it comfortable, and it’s part of my job.”

Before another kid could shout a question, there was another knock at the door and Mike, our hall monitor, stuck his head in. “Who’s ready to go outside?” he called with a smile.

“Alright friends, get your coats and go with Mr. Mike, have fun!” A stampede of four-year-olds thundered to the door, some of them shouting goodbye to Morpheus as they left.

Silence descended as the last child left. I took a huge breath and sat on the table, smiling at Dream. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and the gleam in his eye was positively devious. I laughed and said, “You look entirely too pleased with yourself, love.”

Morpheus sat next to me on the table, our shoulders lightly brushing together. His warmth was comforting and helped calm my spike of adrenaline from the transition to recess. He murmured, “Your students are certainly… precocious.” I snorted at his choice of words. “I can see why you love them so much.”

“Yea,” I sighed with an adoring smile. “They drive me up a wall sometimes, but I really do love them.” I gave him a little nudge. “Thank you for coming, the kids really enjoyed it. I enjoyed it, listening to you read.” Dream pressed a kiss to my temple and my whole body glowed with warmth.

“It was my pleasure,” he breathed, “And I would be glad to read to you any time you desire.”

“I just may take you up on that.” I heaved myself off the table and started picking up empty cups. “I need to get ready for the afternoon; you can stay if you want, I’ll just be working. But, you know what that’s like.”

Morpheus chuckled and headed to the door. “I would like that very much, but I must return to the Dreaming. I have some work of my own to finish before I see you tonight.”

“Fair enough.” I grabbed his hand and gave him a deep kiss before he could leave. “I love you, see you tonight.”

He took my hand and ghosted his lips over my knuckles, the gesture sending waves of tingles up my arm to my entire body. “Until tonight, my love.”  

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TMMN EP 16 Analysis

I have so much to say i don’t know where to start, I’ll focus on the character development and the episode itself I love that Lettuce seems more confident in herself, cares for her looks, takes the lead, volunteers to help etc.

Yes it’s all means to an end for her, to get closer with Shirogane but his words really left an impact on her,

 even before that she already wished to change at the start of episode 8

But if it wasn’t for his words she would probably never have the courage to change.

Look at that happy smile. even Zakuro notices she has changed and its doing all of this for a reason. Zakuro LITTERALY is the big sister of the group.

LOL, Ryou is in another world ..... Poor Lettuce is getting chrushed and pushed on into his chest...You can feel the embarassement in her face ... while Ryou is just there being Ryou ... he’s not even aware...He acts so different with the other girls and Ichigo...If it was Ichigo in Lettuce play he would start bashing her.

GOOD GIRL, DOING RESEARCH BEFORE HAND

Sorry for this two random screesnhots but this just proves my theory about this season, exploring the Blue Knight identidy and the search for the mew aqua

Ryou notices something’s wrong with Lettuce. he calls out for her (probably worried and to snap her back to reality) ... I feel sad for Lettuce, relating to the Little Mermaid story

Meanwhile Kish appears and tries to steal the earrings, everyone thinks it contains Mew Aqua but Ryou ain’t gonna let that happen. I’M SO GLAD FINALLY A CHARACTER THOUGHT ABOUT GRABBING HIS LACE XD

Anyways Kish and Lettuce fight, Kish wins the battle and retreats?? Because? Letttuce is thrown out by the window and into the ocean, sinking and comes in contact with a light, thinking its mew aqua Similar to episode 19 of the original anime

She gets transported into another time, when the aliens still inhabited this planet and we get more lore (seperate post)

Lettuce then helps her new friend by giving her some advice and words of encouragement like someone once did to her.

Back into her own timeline, Shirogane goes to her aid. Finally alone with Ryou, Lettuce comes to accept her feelings for him, and know the viewers have a confirmation that it was actually love

Shirogane is caught by surprise, his reaction says it all. HE NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE COULD LOVE HIM, AND HAVING THE SHY GIRL FROM THE GROUP CONFESS TO YOU? WHAT? THE SHY GIRL?

He even forgets his cool act

At least he thanks her for having the courage to say something so important. BUT LIKE I SAID A COUPLE OF TIMES, THIS MAN ONLY LIVES FOR ONE THING AND ITS HIS LIFE WORK / PROJECT

He completely didn’t say no nor did he said yes..... it’s left on open and i hope once the season ends this subject is brought up again.

Like I mentioned on this post, Shirogane really cares for everyone, the burden he carries etc. Go read the post here,

I would translate it too, I’m sorry but I can’t answer your feelings right now, Lettuce

She took this in such a mature way, not loosing her compuster in from of him...

Ryou’s aware he hurt her feelings, that she’s broken, wanting to cry but holding it lal inside

He smiles at her and leaves her alone, despite being sad and heartbreaking, it was the best option in my opnion. She wouldn’t have cried in front of him.

I LOVE THE FACT THAT ZAKURO WAS THE ONLY ONE SELF AWARE OF THIS, MADE A DISTRACTION TO GET THE OTHERS WAY AND BE ALONE WITH LETTUCE AND COMFORT HER

She really is the big sister of the group, the big sister to all of the other girls.

It’s ok, you’re alone now, you can cry, let it all out.

And the episode ends with Lettuce crying in Zakuro arms. It was a fantastic episode in my opinion, I would love if it focused a bit more on the aliens culture, Lettuce asking questions  but I understand, the alien situation was there for Lettuce to compare herself with the earrings original owner and their situation and inspire her to confess to Ryou.

The original anime had thrown in this Ryoutasu moments but it was all very vague, New at least develops her feelings. I hope in the end she gets a definitive answer, if that never happens...nothing I can do but accept it, we know in a way the Mew Project is never “finished”, A la mode gave us the roses crusaders Return had the girls dealing with loosing parasites. There’s the PS1 game. So maybe leaving their relationship in open its for the best.