#and i want y’all to think of what di might be short for

[mediumgayitalian]

i’m so very invested in ur naomi fic; it’s both kinda tragic but also very heartwarming to read abt her struggle to hold everything together but have so much determination to make everything work out, and i’m rooting for her so hard (even though i know she’ll be ok, it’s still that feeling, ya know?) all this to say i love ur version of her very much (and di is a delight tbh)

it IS upsetting….she is scraping the barrel!!!! she is nervous!!! things are only going to get harder!!! and yet. she is GOING to handle it because she has to. because there is no one resilient and stubborn like naomi solace. and of course di is there even if she’s grouchy about it :D

[onwednesdayswewrite]

flawless {vada cavell}

Pairing: Vada Cavell x Reader  

Warnings: smut (18+) smoking weed, vaginal fingering, oral sex, language, talk of the shooting,  joking about the queen of england (please don’t come for me lol rip)

Vada and reader are both 18+ in this

Word Count: 1.7k

hey y’all, I’ve had this one in the works for a while now, but it’s finally done! Next part of this hell with hopefully be done in the next couple of days!

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“And don’t even get me started on the Queen like I’m lowkey not even sad she died. No cap, the old bitch definitely had something to do with Diana’s death, that shit is suspicious as fuck” Vada’s rambling trailed off at the sensation of your fingers running up her leg. The prickle of her unshaven legs tickled your fingertips. Her baseball shorts rode up her thighs as she sat on your bed. You were supposed to be getting ready for Nick’s party, but Vada had somehow roped you into smoking before you went so she could chill more.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing?” You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden rise in your girlfriend’s voice. The smoke from your joint left the air between the two of you hazy. The mischievous look that filled your face was enough to tell Vada you were up to something.

“Oh I was just wondering when you stopped being my girlfriend and became Bigfoot” you fired back. A laugh fought its way past your lips as one of her eyebrows shot up. Vada snatched the joint from your free hand, narrowing her eyes at you as she took a hit.

“I’m wounded that you tried to use my dude Bigfoot to insult me” Vada was a little out of breath, and her voice scratched as she spoke. Her attempts to contain her cough from the long drag failed for a moment, but it didn’t stop her from taking another hit before handing it back to you.

“Like Bigfoot is THE MAN, he’s my icon, the legend” with each word her voice raised an octave to the point she was almost yelling, her hands waving about to emphasize her point. “I think I might love him” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as she finished, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

You sat up in bed and leaned on your elbow to look at her. Her eyes were red now, and a dreamy haze seemed to cloud them. She leaned forward to take a drag from the joint still between your fingers, she didn’t pull away though. She seemed to linger for a moment, contemplating her next move. Her lips brushed against yours as she exhaled, milky smoke filled the space between the two of you, and began to enter your lungs. She didn’t move for a moment, allowing you to get the smoke, before she dramatically pushed up from her spot.

“I’ve always wanted to do that” Vada giggled, rolling ungracefully across the bed.

“You are an Idiot, Vada Cavell” you took another hit from the joint before setting it in the ashtray on your bedside table.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful” Vada’s voice shifted when you returned to the bed. All the chatty energy had faded and left something else in its wake.

“Nah, I think you're just high, V” you tried to shake her off, you knew there would be no way you would make it to Nick’s party later if you let her get her way.

“No, I’m being for real y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” Vada took your hands, settling them on her hips. From all her moving around, Vada’s shirt had bunched at her waist. The exposed skin of her stomach was warm under your hands.  Her own hands started to caress your back under her soccer championship hoodie.  

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, V '' but Vada knew she had won when she felt your hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer. Her lips brushed over yours.  

“Oh I think it will” Her lips were soft and pillowy against yours when they finally met. Your hands left her hips to settle on her neck, tugging lightly on the hair there. Vada’s soft moan vibrated against your lips. You tugged again softly just to hear her moan against you again before you let go. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as your fingers hooked around the tie holding it back.

The taste of weed still lingered on her lips when she finally pulled back to catch her breath. Her hair fell over her shoulders and tickled the side of your neck. Sunlight trickled in through a crack in your curtain. Sometimes when the light hit the brown in her eyes, it turned them almost golden. Like pools of honey. Now, with Vada’s knees on either side of your hips and hands roaming your body as you felt the sun hit your skin, you didn’t want to go to Nick’s party anymore.

You kissed for a while, Vada’s lips never leaving yours for more than a second to catch your breath. You could feel her getting impatient. The way she kept shifting, trying to get you to move your hands a little higher. The way her hands pushed your shirt up until it gathered at your chest. Her fingers played dangerously with the band of your sports bra, just begging you to take it off. And Vada did win as usual, your shirt hitting the floor with a soft thud.

Reality came crashing back to you like a freight train when Vada’s fingertips brushed over the healed gunshot wound on your thigh. A painful reminder of the first day you met Vada all those years ago. Though neither of you talked about it often, the incident left more than just physical scars on both of you. None of you deserve it, but that’s just how the world is now, cruel and unfair. But at least you had someone to weather the storm with.

You could practically hear Vada’s breathy laugh bring you back to the present ‘I can’t believe you just called it the incident’. You remembered the night Vada had told you all about her therapy sessions, including all of the hassle she had put that poor woman through. In this moment, you were thankful the weed allowed your mind to shift easily from the pain. A droopy smile fell on your face at the thought of Vada.

“What’s got you all smiley now” her breath tickled under your nose as her fingers carded through your hair.

“Just thinking about you” you whispered, seeking the side of her neck. Your lips left lazy kisses around her ear. Your body craved her, to feel her touch again.

“Now who’s pulling the flattery card” Vada snorted, her freckle-spotted nose wrinkling against the side of your face.

You too began to grow impatient, and It didn’t take long before Vada’s back hit your mattress. Your heartbeat thudded in your chest as you fumbled to get her stupid basketball shorts and boxers down. Her squirming settled when your hand found her wet heat, her eyes fluttering shut.

“God, you're so wet” you murmured against her lips, but you knew you wouldn't get a response. You never did, not when she was like this. All of her chatty energy and confidence disappeared when she was under you. A whine left her lips when you moved your hand away. But she was settled quickly when her sports bra joined your shirt on the floor

“Fuck” Vada moaned out breathlessly as your mouth closed around her nipple. You take your time there, kissing… and biting just to hear a soft gasp fall from her lips every time. It doesn’t take long before Vada grows tired of waiting. Her hips shifting under you in an attempt to draw your hands back to her. Eventually you did give in to her, and when you did, the moan that fell from her lip when you gently began rubbing her clit was so worth it.

Vada drew your lips back to hers, her hands wrapped in the hair at the base of your neck, tugging you back to her. Her kisses became sloppy, desperate little whines fell from her lips as she gripped tighter at your hair. Her movements became more and more frantic, her hips shifting and thrusting up to meet your fingers on her clit.

“What do you need, baby?” your movements slowed, and the whine that fell from her was almost pathetic. Her hands tugged harder on your hair, her lips brushing against your neck, anything to get you to continue. “You gotta use your words, baby” you prompted again.

“Your mouth” her voice was low as she tried to stop the moan that threatened to fall from her at your slow movements on her clit.

“Good girl” you wanted to tease her, you really did. But Vada’s arousal was almost dripping onto your mattress now, and you felt bad. The stubble of her thighs tickled your cheeks as you placed kisses there. Her hips shifted, she was getting impatient again. Your hand left her clit to hold her hips in place, and she whined at the loss of contact. But you didn’t leave her for long, your tongue soon replacing where your fingers had been. She hummed, finally satisfied with getting what she wanted.

“Jesus” she moaned out, not quite expecting your finger to press against her entrance. Vada’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment with how easily your finger slid in. Her head fell back and she no longer tried to stop her whimpers.  She was a mess under you now as you slipped in a second finger without losing your rhythm. You knew she wouldn’t last long like this. Not with your tongue lapping at her clit too.

Her nails dug into the back of your neck tugging again on the hair, as she tightened around your fingers, she was close now. You curled your fingers, as you sucked gently on her clit. Her thighs were shaking against the side of your head now. You entwined your fingers with hers as she came. Vada let out one more moan as her body went rigid under you.

The California heat combined with your recent activity left you sweating and trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on Vada’s thigh. Her thighs were still shaking under you, and her breaths coming out in pants, jostling you.

“Let's forget about Nick’s party” Vada’s breath was hot against your neck when she finally reached down and pulled you back up to her. But she didn’t have much to worry about, any thought of that party was long gone.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on the Jedi in 'The Clone Wars'

Y'all have asked, and Dr. Meat Muffin might be a disgruntled old hag that chugs too much Trader Joe’s bourbon and doodles too much subpar art, but she keeps her promises!

Just so y’all know, if you’re a major character (Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, etc) you keep your name, because it was drilled into Doug’s head over 8 seasons of Clone Wars and the movies. Everyone else, though, Doug gave up and created his own catchphrases for them.

CW: This one's not as spicy as Doug's previous rants regarding Star Wars, but y'all know if y'all know. "It'll all come out in the wash."

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Plo Koon: Ah, Shrimp Daddy. He looks like a shrimp that’s been boiled and left in the sun after a potluck. But my wife LOVES him, she says he has the nicest voice and she wishes he’d narrate some books. I loved him too, he was my favorite. That scene where he tells his clone boys in space that they’re important to him? Ah great. They should have him lead HR meetings. 

Aayla Secura: Babe-the-Blue-Jedi. They sent her away from the Temple because Yoda didn’t want that hotness distracting everyone. Is she and Miguel (Bly?!) dating? They are, right? 

Kit Fisto: Reggae Swamp Thing. Tell me that boy don't look like he lives in the Atchafalaya and bangs on the steel drums all day. I wonder if he stole those shorts from Michael Phelps. He’s cool but does he need to have a tank to swim in on his ship? Does he have gills? I need more info on this guy. 

Adi Gallia: Storm’s Cousin. Doesn’t this chick look like her? She does, right? Maybe she's a Jedi cause she can't control the weather. Didn’t Maul’s brother Saul impale her on his horns and that’s how she died?* Why didn’t Maul do that to Obi-Wan? Maul was obsessed with Obi-Wan, do you think it’s because he had a crush on him after he sliced him in half?

(Doug also ships Obi-Wan with Maul now? IS THERE ANYONE WHO DOUG DOESN'T SHIP OBI-WAN WITH?!)

Shaak-Ti: Ahsoka’s Aunt. They’re totally related. (“No, they’re not.” “Says who?” “Um, EVERYONE?!”) She’s cool, nice to the clone boys. I like her horns. 

Saesee Tiin : Angry Bull Boy. He looks like a minotaur whose daddy left him at a Wal-Mart instead of the Labyrinth after drinking too much.

Deepa Billaba: My Coworker Anu. Seriously! She looks JUST LIKE HER. I even texted her a screenshot, and she used that as her Slack Channel picture for the longest time. Nice lady, she's a good master to Lil Kanan. Hm, Lil Kanan sounds like a rap person my niece would listen to.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Mutant-Mall-Santa. Look me dead ass in the eye and tell me the man don’t look like he was supposed to hand out presents and ask kids what they want for Christmas and ended up hanging out in toxic waste instead. He's a snotty asshole, I don't like him, he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

Luminara Undali: Lady-in-Drape. She’s a green lady, and she wears a drape. Meat Muffin, I'm tired and it's about to snow.

Barriss Offee: Little Lady-in-Drape. Man, she was awful, but she had good points, ya know? Kind of like Darth Maul. Do you think Darth Maul and Obi-Wan ever dated? Or would Obi-Wan’s boyfriend get jealous? 

Quinlan Voss: College-Hippie-Boy. Doesn’t he just look like one of those goofs that fart around with hackysacks all day long? I'd buy weed from him if he was selling, he looks like an exporter and consumer, if you know what I mean.

Even Piall: Dobby the House Jedi. Man he looks like he was on his way to help Harry Potter or something and ended up in a bathrobe with a light saber. Ah well. 

*= Savage is ‘Saul’ and Feral is ‘Paul’. So it’s Maul, Saul, and Paul. I strained a muscle laughing when I got this. 

Tagging my Redneck Doug stans here! @amalthiaph @sued134 @eyecandyeoz @thecoffeelorian @merkitty49 @megmca @skellymomam I missing anyone?

Let me know if I missed any Jedi, those were the ones that came up that Doug didn't immediately recognize.

[sagesolsticewrites]

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance)

You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend)

a/n: huge shoutout to Winnie for once again coming through with an absolutely incredible playlist!!! ily bestie 🥹

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration, literally the softest smut y’all have ever read in your LIFE), swearing

Word count: 3.3k (omg she’s a long one)

Read Part 1 here!

Masterlist

It was finally time.

Anto had finally gotten a break from all the press, and he was coming home for a well-deserved vacation before his next project.

You had been mulling it over ever since his last… ahem, visit, and you decided that you had to tell him how you felt. It had started to hurt too much every time he left in the middle of the night, every time he unceremoniously dropped by for a quick fuck and a brief hangout before he was gone once again.

A few days after you’d resolved to tell him, the two of you had made hasty arrangements to see each other— the “hasty arrangements” being a quick series of texts sent in the middle of the night when you were feeling particularly hot and bothered, resulting in an agreement that he’d show up the next evening.

The next day, you’d spend hours mulling over what you’d say, how you’d broach the subject with him, planning for every possible rejection— not daring to let yourself even think about the possibility that he might feel the same. And that evening, there would be a knock on your door.

You jump at the rap of knuckles on wood, adjusting your cropped shirt and sleep short set and taking a deep breath before answering.

“Hey—”

The cheerful greeting dies on your lips as you take in the new addition to Anto’s appearance.

A thick, neatly trimmed beard stretches over his cheeks and chin, making his bright smile somehow appear whiter as he grins at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, a cheeky glint in his eye that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking, “So… whaddaya think?”

You step aside to let him in, still speechless. It looks fucking incredible on him, of course it does, and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like on the sensitive skin of your neck, if it would scrape deliciously between your thighs, if it— No, you mentally scold yourself, bad Y/N. Not thinking about that right now.

“It, uh…” you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry, “You look really good, Anto.”

“Thanks, I knew you’d think so,” he grins, eyes sparkling. His hand moves towards your waist and you force yourself to step out of his reach, trying very, very hard to ignore the brief flash of hurt in his eyes.

“Actually, uh… I was hoping we could talk about something?”

“Oh, I— yeah, of course,” he says, that familiar furrow of concern appearing between his brows as you move to the couch.

“So…” you begin uncertainly; despite the hours you’d spent practicing, you were still unsure of how to start this conversation, “You know how when we started… this,” you gesture between the two of you, “neither of us was really looking for a relationship? And we agreed that it would be a good arrangement, no feelings, no messy emotions, just… stress relief, for lack of a better term.”

You wait until he nods to confirm he’s listening to continue, “And remember how… we’d been friends for so long, we were sure neither one of us would ever want more…”

He nods again slowly, as if he sees where you’re going with this but wants to wait until you confirm it.

“Well— I, um…” You take a deep breath, determinedly avoiding his gaze as you steel yourself, “I guess my heart didn’t really get the memo because, uh… I’ve been seriously falling for you for a while now.”

You clamp down on your bottom lip as your whole body tenses, bracing yourself for the end of one of the longest and best friendships you’d ever had.

“Y/N…” He breathes, his fingertips grazing yours, “I— please tell me you mean that. Please tell me it hasn’t just been me.”

Wait, what?

Your head snaps up, your bewildered eyes meeting his own tender gaze.

“Anto, what do you—”

“I’ve been head over fucking heels for you, Y/N,” he says softly, thumb stroking over the back of your hand, “for… frankly, longer than I care to admit.”

“Wait, I—” your brain scrambles to process his confession, your heart melting as you realize he truly does feel the same, “You mean all this time we could’ve been—”

You’re not sure when you moved so close to Anto, but now there’s barely an inch of space between the two of you as your clasped hands rest on your legs.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, Y/N,” he says softly, tender brown eyes locked on your features, “but you seemed happy with what we had, and I didn’t want to put our friendship at risk—”

“I felt exactly the same,” you say, voices overlapping, “I hated the thought of ruining what we had.”

“Seems like if we had just talked about this a little sooner we could’ve been enjoying more than our current arrangement,” Anto says with a soft smile.

Your heart melts at the overflowing love in his expression as his hand comes up to cup your cheek— how had you not seen it before?

“Maybe we could start by making up for lost time,” you say softly, your eyes flicking down to his plush lips.

With a slight nod, Anto slowly leans in, pausing to meet your eyes as your noses brush as if to make doubly sure that this is really what you want before carefully slotting his lips to yours.

His lips are exactly as soft against yours as you’d imagined them to be, and you can’t help but let out a contented little sigh as your hands come up to cup his face.

What you aren’t prepared for, however, is the slight tickling sensation that accompanies his beard, and you pull away with a soft squeal, face slightly scrunched up.

The concern on his face is immediate.

“No, no, I just—” you scramble to assure him through your smile before Anto can say anything, your thumbs stroking through the surprisingly soft hair covering his cheeks, “It tickles.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, pulling away teasingly, “You know, I don’t have to—”

“Excuse me,” you grin, raising an eyebrow, “When did I say I wanted you to stop?”

His lips land back on yours with a laugh, your heart turning impossibly light as you feel him smiling into the kiss. Anto’s arm — the one with the hand not tenderly cupping your cheek as if you were made of porcelain — winds around your back, pulling you closer as one of your hands finds its way into his hair.

You’re truly not sure how long you stay like that — could be minutes, could be hours — but at some point you end up straddling him, hands buried in his luscious hair as his arms squeeze you tight against him, hands roaming all over your body.

You don’t even realize you’ve begun to slowly rock against him until his breath hitches and he pulls away.

You freeze, terrified you’ve done something wrong.

“What, what is it?”

“Nothing, darling, nothing,” he assures you, and you melt at the pet name as he continues, “I just… If you want to… If we’re gonna do this— not that we have to, of course, but if we are, I… I wanna do it properly. Not on your couch, as delightful as that may be,” he finishes with a soft smile, searching your gaze intently.

You smile, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck, your nose brushing his as you whisper “I do want to.”

Reluctantly, you extricate yourself from his embrace, leaning to press one more tender kiss to his lips as he stands before guiding him to your bedroom.

You turn to him as he enters, a sudden nervousness overwhelming you as it hits you that this is really happening.

The pure love and adoration shining on his face as you face him, however, banishes any trace of anxiety. You melt into his touch as he cups your face, his thumb stroking tenderly along your cheek.

“I fucking adore you,” he breathes.

And then his mouth is on yours, and your mind is empty of everything but him.

His free hand slides down to rest on your hip, using the slightest pressure to pull you flush against him. The kiss deepens, and your hands slip under his shirt, trailing across his warm skin, playing a sort of blind connect-the-dots with the freckles dotted haphazardly along his back.

Smiling against your lips, Anto takes the hint, breaking the kiss just long enough for you to remove his shirt, your hands roaming gently over the newly-exposed skin as your lips reconnect.

You barely stifle a gasp as his fingertips leave your cheek to trail along the exposed skin between your shirt and shorts to grasp the hem of your crop top.

He pulls away briefly, a question in his eyes that he doesn’t even need to ask out loud before you’re nodding, a breathy yes leaving your lips.

Your shirt joins his on your bedroom floor, and he takes a moment to take in your figure, eyes dragging over you appreciatively.

“You,” he says softly, sincerely, as he leans in to reconnect your lips once more, “are absolutely beautiful, darling.”

He slowly walks you backwards as the kiss deepens, tongues dancing. He gently lays you down when the backs of your knees hit the bed, keeping your lips connected as he moves to hover over you.

He pulls away, just enough to take in your features with what looks like awe shining in his eyes.

“Hi,” you say softly— as if speaking too loudly will ruin the magic of this moment you’ve waited so long for.

He grins.

“Hi.”

And then his lips are back on yours for a tender, heated kiss before making a slow path across your cheek, down your jaw, to your neck.

You let out a sound that’s something between a sigh and a whine, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin but the slow pace driving you positively mad.

He chuckles against the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you gasp.

“Sweetheart, let me enjoy this— I didn’t get to appreciate it properly before,” he murmurs, “I promise I’ll give you what you want, just be patient.”

You’ve barely nodded your consent before his mouth is on you once more, kissing and sucking and grazing his teeth all along your skin, the beard adding a layer of sensation that has goosebumps rippling up along your arms. Your hand finds its way up to grip his thick waves, throwing your head back to expose more skin for him to mark up, letting out a moan as his lips track over as much of you as he can reach.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so…” he murmurs, moving to nibble along your collarbone, then further south still to kiss along the tops of your breasts, “soft.”

You can only sigh his name as he mouths along your breasts, gently capturing your nipple as he swirls his tongue around you. You let out a soft cry, arching into him as he pulls away to repeat the gentle motion on your other breast, drawing out more soft sighs and gasps from you.

Your fingers rake through his hair as he pulls away to mouth down the valley between your breasts, marveling at the view before you. Sure, you’d done this plenty of times before, but it was never this… gentle, this intimate.

Anto looks up to meet your eyes as his lips continue their path down your body, the heat in them still present but softer, somehow. Like a warm hearth on a cold winter night compared to the blazing wildfire of lust you were used to.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur as you push back a strand of hair from his forehead, so soft you’re not sure if you even mean for him to hear it.

He does, though, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses his way down your stomach.

“So are you, my love.”

The words send butterflies flurrying throughout your stomach, the feeling of which only intensifies as he presses gentle kisses along the skin just above the waistband of your shorts.

“Anto…” His name leaves your mouth in a pleading sigh, and he hums his acknowledgment as his fingers glide up to toy with your waistband. 

“Can I, sweetheart?” He murmurs against your skin, and you nod furiously, certain that if you hear one more sweet pet name come out of his mouth you’re going to die on the spot.

You lift your hips as he eases your shorts off of you, a groan leaving him at the sight of the lacy underwear covering your core.

“Never got to tell you this before the way I wanted to, but you are so,” he mumbles, brushing a quick kiss to your core over the increasingly damp fabric covering it, “so beautiful, honey.”

He slowly removes your underwear, adding them to the growing pile of clothes before brushing gentle kisses up your thighs.

Well, you were right.

The beard did feel utterly perfect on your thighs.

You sigh his name desperately, tugging gently at his hair. “Want your mouth on me, please, baby.”

His pretty brown eyes, pupils blown wide, meet yours as, with one final kiss to the soft flesh of your thigh, he lowers his mouth to you, licking deep into your folds.

You cry out his name, fumbling praises tumbling from your lips as he finds each and every spot to make you moan, his thumb moving up to gently circle your clit.

Your whines reach a fever pitch, and Anto murmurs sweetly against you as he recognizes the signs of you reaching the edge.

“C’mon, honey, please, wanna taste you. Lemme make my girl feel good, please cum for me sweetheart, please—”

Your world goes white, and when you come back to yourself, you feel Anto pressing gentle kisses to your thighs, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin.

You reach down to stroke through his hair as he meets your eyes with a smile.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m perfect,” you sigh.

“Good,” he murmurs, moving to hover over you once more, brushing gentle kisses all over your skin as he goes, “because I really, really need to be inside you.”

You just barely stifle a moan as you feel the telltale bulge brushing against your thigh.

With one final kiss to your lips, he shifts off of you to shed his pants and boxers, retrieving another familiar foil packet from his pocket.

“Came prepared,” he quips with a wink, making you giggle.

You sit up, gesturing for him to hand it to you.

He hesitates for a moment.

“Y/N, I don’t… I want this to be different than the other times, sweet girl. You don’t have to—”

You promptly silence him with a kiss, plucking the foil from his hand.

“I want to,” you assure him as you pull away, gently rolling the latex onto him, your fingers brushing against him in a way that has his eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hisses, moving to hover over you once more as you lay down, his nose brushing yours, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You merely pull him down into another kiss, smiling against his lips.

Anthony keeps his lips connected to yours, deepening the kiss as he slowly drags his length through your slick folds, your breath hitching as the tip of his cock snags against your entrance.

He pulls away briefly to scan your face.

“You ready, darling?”

“Yes,” you say softly, thumb stroking gently over his beard.

Soft brown eyes remain locked on yours as he slowly pushes into you, noses brushing, breaths mingling.

Anto pauses once he’s fully entered you, panting. “God, you feel… fucking perfect, sweetheart.”

You can only whine, murmuring vague praise in response.

After a moment, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back into you, beginning the gentle push and pull towards ecstasy.

Your breaths become heavier, Anto panting sweet praises with his breath hot against your cheek until his mouth crashes once more onto yours.

Your lips remain locked in a tender kiss as Anto continues his slow thrusts into you— he said he wanted it to be different than the other times and it is. 

There’s no lips mouthing roughly at your skin, no teeth scraping against your collarbone, no fast, sweaty thrusts designed to get you both off as fast as possible. This is… tender, this is intimate, this is everything you’d been wanting since you first realized you had feelings for him.

It’s… perfect.

“I love you, darling,” Anto sighs against your lips, every inch of his warm body pressed against yours, “I love you so, so much, Y/N.”

Your breath catches, overcome with emotion for a moment before you reply softly, earnestly, “I love you too, Anto. God, I’ve wanted to say that for so long, I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Your voice trails off as he captures your lips once more in a tender kiss, and…

Now. Now it was perfect.

“Anto…” you sigh into his mouth, a warning as you feel a familiar tension building within you.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he pants in a strangled voice, “Me too, ‘m almost there.”

His thrusts speed up the tiniest bit, your toes curling as he hits your G-spot repeatedly.

“Ant—” you gasp, your grip on him tightening as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge, “oh, fuck, Anto, ‘m gonna—”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he pants softly in your ear, “Wanna feel you come on my cock, angel, please, ‘m right behind you—”

You shatter as your second orgasm crashes over you, tucking your face into Anthony’s neck to muffle your cries. Several erratic thrusts later, he follows suit, spilling into the condom with a cry as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing tenderly against your skin.

He slumps against you, both of you attempting to catch your breath as he gently pulls out of you with a sweet kiss to your nose.

“Was that—” he asks softly, still gasping slightly for air, “Was that okay?”

You hum softly, eyes tracing over each one of his beautiful features.

“It was perfect, Anto. Absolutely perfect.”

“I’m glad, my love,” He grins, dipping to capture your lips in a tender kiss before standing and discreetly disposing of the condom in your en-suite.

You make grabby hands for him as he returns, and he gladly climbs back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

He presses his lips to your temple, fingers tracing gentle patterns over your exposed skin.

“I meant what I said, you know. I really do—” His breath catches as you look up at him, eyes wide and soft. “I love you. So, so much Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

“I love you too, Anthony,” you murmur, a rare use of his full name slipping out, usually reserved for important moments, or when you’re mad at him. Right now, it’s the former. You want to say something else, but your eyes are growing heavier by the minute, so you settle for brushing your lips tenderly against his cheek as sleep overtakes you.

Just before you fully lose consciousness, you feel him press his lips firmly to your temple, smiling against your skin, and you can’t help but smile as you fall contently into sleep.

You spend the night sound asleep in Anthony’s arms, secure in the knowledge that he’ll still be there when you wake.

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

I saw this post going around and got really curious as to how OP came up with their numbers because I could not replicate them at all.

I was going to reply directly but it was getting very very long and I didn’t want to wade onto someone’s post with a bunch of my own stats bc it seemed rude, so I’m putting my response here.

I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m fully in the camp of “write because you like writing, not for an audience response” because if you don’t like the process of writing, there is no level of audience response that will make writing worth it. But. I’ve seen a lot of folks agonize over Ao3 stats and get stuck in the weeds on Ratios™. And I think there are a few really common misconceptions around what these numbers mean.

The rest of this is going to be under a readmore to spare y’all but basically it’s a breakdown of trying to calculate my own percentages like the OP in the original post and then dialing down into why hits != readers.

Here’s the stats from one of my fics as of today, May 1st 2023. I am by no means a prolific or widely known fic writer - I happen to be in a big fandom and writing for for the main pairing in that fandom.

completed multi chapter fic, rated Mature:

So this one has three chapters, 2736 hits, 436 kudos, and 146 comments. Kudos divided by hits is 16%.

“Oh no!” I might say, seeing this. “Only sixteen percent of people liked my fic enough to leave a kudos? Either my stuff is shit, or fic-readers are a bunch of lazy fucks who don’t appreciate the work I’ve put into this. Either way, I’m mad now!”

But (and I say this with a lot of love in my heart, I promise) that’s silly. Not just for the philosophical reasons of writing what makes you happy and not caring about the response. It’s silly because it’s wrong.

On a multi-chapter fic, each person who finishes it is responsible for at least 3 hits but can only leave 1 kudos. Dividing the total hits by 3 gives you 912 hits. So, once you’ve corrected for number of chapters, the percent of people who have hit kudos is 47%.

“Holy shit!” writer-me says, “I’ve published original fiction in my university newspaper, original fiction that I poured my heart and soul into btw, and if approximately half of the people who read it  sent me a little heart emoji, I would have died and gone to heaven. Fic readers are the Nicest, Most Generous, and Most Beautiful readers on the planet and I am so grateful to be in this community with them.”

But! 47% is still wrong. Here’s why.

Hits != Readers

I don’t how other people do this, but my process of reading a fic is often like this (each step is one hit):

open link from someone else's rec, try to click "mark for later"

realize I'm logged out. sign in to Ao3, go back to fic and click "mark for later"

come back to read fic, generating at least one hit per chapter

open a second tab so that I can write a comment as I go (again, generating at least one hit per chapter)

finish fic, create bookmark, and then navigate back to fic to mark it as read so it's taken off my marked for later page

if I really liked the fic, I'll end up opening it back up in a tag many times so I can rec it to people by sending them the link

if I really really liked the fic, I'll come back and read it again (this is doubly true for explicit fic, btw.)

I think I’m on the high end of generating hits, but it only takes a few of me to really dial up that hit counter. And most people are going to do one or two of these things - I’d argue that it’s pretty rare for someone to leave just one hit on a fic unless they nope out of it in the middle.

Formula for calculating number of readers from number of hits:

There isn’t one. And it would take a much better mathematician than me to make one. Because this is way more complicated than dividing by chapters. Most readers leave more than one hit - especially if they like the fic a lot. Short fics and explicit fics are more likely to be read multiple times.

“But what if I crave validation?” writer-me complains, irritated with math-me for not downloading statistics software, shoving a million Ao3 fics into it, and producing some kind of bullshit linear regression. “What if I constantly see people with higher kudos/hits ratios than me? This is all very optimistic but it really doesn’t jive with my deep seated belief that everyone secretly hates me all the time and they’re too nice to tell me about it. Do they hate me? They probably hate me, right? Tell me if you hate me.”

To which I say, listen very closely, writer-me. You can either decide that AO3 stats mean something and lose your damn mind deciphering what they mean, or you can be like that kid who got an avocado for christmas and say “it’s a avocado comment!! Thanks!! :D”

And that kid seemed pretty happy.

[dudeitiskarev]

SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC — PART FOUR | Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary:  Eddie’s journey with you is just getting started.

Chapter content/warnings: smut yayyyy; virgin Eddie, oral (fem receiving); coming in pants and untouched whoops; shower sex, protected p in v. Happily ever after. Not beta-read. 

Word count: 4.4k.

Author’s note: so I wasn’t gonna give them a happy ending. I wanted y’all to suffer and make it tragic — hence the fic title — but I couldn’t do that to Eddie, or else he would’ve haunted me in my sleep. Our sweet boy deserves to be happy en every single fic out there so here’s my little contribution to it. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!!!! <3333

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          The day you showed up, Eddie either died and went to heaven or became stardust and leaped into another dimension. 

         There, everything was still the exact same, but you were in it — which made it a perfect world to live in. He’d come to that conclusion after the kiss — the one that made him fall in love.

         “Let’s swim to the shore, get our things and pretend we are some tourists or something if they see us.” Your chest heaving in and out made small waves around you. The danger you radiated through them was palpable. 

         “They have bikes.” Eddie swept his wet hair out of his face and scooped some of the water out of his eyes. “I say, we take those and hope for the best.” 

         You looked up at him. Your brows were already pinched together. “I’m not sure, Eddie. There’s a chance they might call the police since their house has evidently been, you know, used?”

         “Right, shit.” He sighed. “Dumb tourists it is, then.”

         There wasn’t much else to do, so the two of you stayed still with just your eyes and nose above the water — like two crocodiles patiently waiting for their prey. 

         The family got far enough at some point and you wasted no time swimming out of the lake as quietly as you could, walking hunched over to get your clothes back.

         You sprinted to hide between some bushes and finally dared to breathe just a bit louder. 

         “That was fun.” You let out a sigh. You were covering your breasts by hugging yourself and holding a single piece of clothing close to your chest. Eddie handed you his shirt without a word as you said, “I must’ve dropped mine in the rush.” 

         You didn’t turn around to put it on, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you while you then squeezed into your very short shorts. 

         “What?” You smiled at him when you caught him staring. 

         That single glance heated up Eddie’s cheeks more than they already were. 

         “Nothing,” he merely said.

         He struggled to put his jeans back on over his still-wet skin and took his eyes off you just to look for where the family was. The two kids, a toddler, and their mom were standing over the bear rock all smiley while the dad stayed behind with a camera in his hands. Your eyes instantly snapped to where he gestured with his brows.

         “I think they are the dumb tourists.” He grinned.

         “Oh, thank god.” You dropped to the ground with your knees up and rested your elbows over them, covering your face with both hands. 

         They were shaking.

         Eddie crouched next to you, enveloping your palm with both of his hands in the attempt to stop them from trembling. “Hey,” he softened his voice and brought your knuckles to his lips. He pursed them out, though it was barely a kiss.

         Your eyes met his, and right then he wondered, would you kiss him again?

         “So we stay here until they drive off?” Your voice broke in the middle of it. 

         “We stay right here, sweetheart.” 

         Whatever had you that scared, Eddie wasn’t gonna let it get to you. He didn’t let go of your hand once as you two stayed there, peeking every so often at the family behind the bush. 

        It didn’t take them more than five more pictures and a short rock-throwing contest to leave. So as soon as the coast was clear, you made it inside the house — oddly quiet. 

        You toed off your shoes by the door and said dryly, “I’m gonna shower,” while never looking back. 

        “Okay?” was all Eddie managed to respond. 

        He was already feeling self-conscious about everything he did and didn’t do the past forty minutes. Were you pretending the kiss didn’t happen? He didn’t want to forget about it — ever – but if you regretted it… there wasn’t much he could do than just accept it was just the heat of the moment. 

        “Yeah, sure, it’s not a big deal.” He rambled to himself while he went upstairs to put a shirt on. 

        He’ll shower later. 

        “It was just a kiss. Just a kiss,” he said in a whisper.

        He threw on a flannel and reached for the guitar that felt already like his own.

        “It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything.” He placed a pick between his teeth and started to play the song he’s been making since you two first got there. The one that sounded like you. It was one minute and thirty-two seconds long without any lyrics so far, although he only got to play half of it.

        “Eddie?!” Your voice came from the end of the hallway. 

        Loud.

        “Shit.” He stopped all the way and didn’t hesitate to come running to you. “What, what, what is it?” He softly knocked and stayed behind the half-open door. “Hey, are you okay?” 

        “I’m fine,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. The water was running, but your voice was close. Just at the other side of the door. “Come in.” 

        Oh.

        “O-okay.” Eddie opened slowly and found you standing there, naked and beautiful as ever with the hot steam soaring around you. 

        “Do you want to join me and continue where we left off?” you approached him. 

        Oh. 

        His entire body froze. His tongue included. 

        You gave him a tender frown and wrapped yourself with your arms all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?”

        “Nothing, nothing.” Eddie was quick to assure you and walked in, shutting the door behind him. “I just,” he kind of laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you were gonna pretend the kiss didn’t happen.” 

        You let your arms fall at your sides and reached for his hand to bring it up to your cheek. “How could I?” You kissed his palm with your eyes closed.

        The kiss was hot and soft enough to refuel the heat inside his underwear. He wanted to continue without a fucking doubt, but he still had to ask, “Are you sure?” while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

        You tugged your bottom lip with your teeth between a pure smile. “Yeah.” You nodded, clutching him close with one hand by his waist. The other landed on the nape of his neck to bring him close to your lips. “So sure.”

        Eddie followed your body and leaned down. He’d forgotten how soft your lips felt. 

        It was like kissing you for the first time all over again. 

        This time was different, though. Eddie was confident enough to add some tongue, brushing it against your cradling your face with both hands. You let out an instant moan while your knees bent a bit and welcomed him in, intensifying the kiss. 

        He didn’t think it was possible for someone to visibly melt, though he was more than flattered. He smiled between the kisses and let his hands do their thing. One stayed appropriately on the curve of your waist as the other made its way between your legs. 

        Another delightful moan. 

        You pulled back a bit and stared down at his fingers that’d already spread your lips apart. 

        You were so fucking wet. Silky smooth. He’d never felt such pleasure from a simple touch, and if you felt that good, he could only imagine what you’d taste like, but he kept his cool and used his fingers for a few more moments. 

        The kiss turned breathy, desperate. Every part of you was keeping him close so the insecurity about you not wanting him back dissolved into thin air. 

        Eddie licked his lips and ghosted your mouth with his agitated breath. “I wanna taste you, yeah? Is it okay if I taste you?” 

        You barely smiled at him as you melted once again. “Mhm,” you nodded, “yes, please.” 

        Something in your eyes told him you thought he was just going to lick his fingers clean. He did, while never breaking eye contact. But Eddie also kneeled, not without trailing soft kisses from your jaw down your breasts, stomach, and all around your navel first. 

        The moment he reached your cunt, he used his skilled tongue to open your folds, and that gentle, wet sound almost made him come right then and there. Eddie looked up at you and opened his mouth to savor you whole.  

        “Gosh, Eddie.” You gripped the back of his head. 

        He was getting addicted to how your body reacted to anything he did and didn’t do. 

        “Mmh.” Eddie shut his eyes to really take you in and slid his hands up and down the back of your thighs the more he ate you out, and each time he got bolder to touch you everywhere. 

        He had a mouthful of your cunt and was getting harder and growing tight inside his underwear as you moaned his name every so often. You made the sweetest sounds, and your shallow breaths and soft whines could only mean he was doing it right, so he continued doing exactly what he was doing. Licking and sucking and stretching your clit out with lips and gentle teeth. He was ecstatic. 

        This thing — hooking up with a stranger, though you were hardly a stranger — was new. He’d never eaten a girl's cunt before either, and he sure liked the taste of you so he wouldn’t mind learning how to become an expert at it and pleasure you day and night.

        “Right there,” you managed to say. 

        Eddie grinned against your cunt and grunted deeply to let you know he was enjoying it, too. 

        “That feels so good,” you praised him again and again and over and over. 

        Eddie was one lick away from coming untouched and had to palm himself over his pants to relieve some of the ache. He kept using his entire mouth at a steady pace until his jaw started to get numb, but the high was so damn close he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t. Eddie flicked his tongue over that sensitive spot that made your body twitch, slurped your wet lips and moaned, keeping you close with both hands gripping your ass until his cock pulsed and cum spilled inside his underwear. 

        “Oh, fuck,” Eddie breathed out while lazily making out with your cunt. 

        It happened too damn fast. 

        “Gosh, Eddie?” You asked. He rubbed his cheek and tip of his nose against your lower stomach, like a kitten wanting to be petted before slowly looking up at you with a soft frown and red, fleshy lips. His confidence was gone. “Did you just come?”

        He gulped, licking his lips. He was too embarrassed to say anything. 

        “Come here.” You brushed your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Eddie obeyed and stood up towering over you. You grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him close to messily mold your lips with his into a wet kiss. “That was incredibly hot.”

        “Was it really?” 

        Really?

        “So fucking hot.” You nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you think our rich family keeps condoms in here?”

        “I, uh, yeah, I mean, I- I can look for some?”

        “Go.” You gave him a soft peck. “I’ll be right here.”

        Eddie returned the kiss, stared at you with anticipation, and left you there. He knew exactly where the condoms had been this entire time — he’d found a brand new box of twenty four on the second day and kept them in his room, hopeful — so he was quick to be back. 

        You’d moved to the shower, and looked stunning with the water cascading down your godly body, waiting for him.

        He took his flannel off and clumsily dragged his pants off and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them aside. Your eyes dropped up and down his body, and he could’ve sworn your soft nipples hardened at the sight. 

        Eddie approached you and stood in front of you. “How do these work?” He waved the condom in the air between two fingers. He said it as if it was a joke, but he was sure he’d skipped the sex-ed class. 

        “I’ll show you,” you laughed a bit and stepped away from the shower stream to invite him in. “Hi. I missed you,” you teased him, staring at his lips while licking yours.

        “Missed you, too.” Eddie grinned and leaned to kiss the underside of your chin.  

        “First–” you took the condom and ran your palm over his tummy down the base of his cock while he kept peppering kisses all over your cheek “— mmm, you can prep yourself,” you murmured close to his ear, fisting his cock and stroking it a few times. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “To make yourself hard — harder.”

        Your confidence was hot and it was even hotter how you seemed to know his body better than himself. He showed no weakness, though, and increased the intensity of his lips over your skin, placing small, loving bites down your neck and shoulder. 

        “Then, you open the wrapper gently, and take the condom out.” You did as you said then didn’t speak after that. You simply rolled the condom down his length — so, so slowly — until the very base of his erection. “There.” You pulled back a bit and kissed him under his ear.

        Eddie stared down at his latex-wrapped cock then back at your eyes. It was happening. He was going to have sex. 

        “Now what?” he asked. 

        “Now, you fuck me.”

        Eddie wasted no time capturing your mouth and pressing his body onto yours, making you walk backwards until your back was pressed against the tile wall. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair tightly. 

        His cock had made it between your thighs and right under your cunt on its own. Being there felt so good already so he instinctively bucked his hips while never letting go of your lips. You moaned as a response and sneaked one hand between your bodies to guide the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed it inside just a bit to squeeze the tip in. 

        Eddie lifted one of your legs up by your thigh and thrusted, making it all the way inside you.  

        So. 

        Fucking. 

        Slowly. 

        “Oh, god. Oh, shit, oh, fuck.” Eddie dropped his forehead to your. shoulder. You were so warm, so soft, and so perfectly wet. 

        “Eddie?” you panted. “Move.” 

        “Hold on, hold on.” He withdrew his hips just a bit, and it only felt better. “Fuck.”

        He was about to come already. He couldn’t. But god, he’d never been this close to heaven before. 

        “Give me a moment, princess.” Eddie gathered all his strength and scooped you by your thighs, pressing you against the wall — harsh. 

        You made a delightful sound; like a moan, like a laugh, like the most beautiful melody. “Gosh, Eddie.” You clung to him and tightened your cunt around his cock. 

        The way you whined his name boosted his stamina, enough to fuck you against the wall effortlessly. You dug your fingers into his back and your teeth into his shoulder with that first deliberate thrust. 

        Eddie’s near-silent grunts blended with your not-so-quiet moans and they echoed against the walls as though they belonged to the same song. 

        “So damn good,” he praised you out of breath. “Jesus fucking christ.”

        You received each of his sloppy thrusts with a blissful gasp. It was a lot of work keeping you both safe while still standing up, so after a moment Eddie opted to unglue you from the wall, walked two steps to the bench right in front of the shower stream, and plopped there with you on top. 

        His cock slipped out in the process and you laughed a little at the sudden change of positions, guiding his erection right back to your entrance without hesitation and lowering yourself on it again. 

        “Holy hell.” Eddie gripped your waist with both hands and threw his head back in pleasure. 

        You slowly sank on it until he was balls deep then began to bounce up and down. Up and down. Up and down. 

        Having you on top was a whole new experience. The view was like a dream; jiggling motion of your breasts and your sweet smile while enjoying yourself riding him like a real goddess was hypnotizing. 

        “You’re so loud,” he said through a moan, so he wasn’t complaining at all.

        “Yeah? you like it?”

        “Yeah.” He kissed your shoulder and bit you gently. “Love your voice. I could hear you moan like this forever.”

        You shifted the motions of your hips, grinding back and forth, side to side, squeezing your walls tight around his erection. “Your cock feels so nice,” you murmured against his temple. “Shit. Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as your harsh breathings and sweet, sweet moans increased. 

        Your cunt began to pulse, fisting his cock tight and your entire body tensed. You'd come so fucking hard and loud that the pleasure brewing in his lower stomach skyrocketed. 

        He stared down at his cock being completely gone inside you one last time before letting himself go for the second time. His cock twitched with each spurt he spilled inside the condom and a dark, long, and shaky ‘fuck’ got caged in his chest. He laughed a bit while he came, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

        Everything had turned blurry. The only thing that was clear was that this — sex with you — was better than any drug, and he wouldn’t mind becoming addicted to you. He’d gladly consume you for the rest of his life. 

        You were still a panting mess as you dotted lazy kisses all over his face and ran your fingertips up and down his shoulder blades. 

        The sound of the running water was so soothing you both agreed to stay there, heart to heart, just a little longer without saying a word. 

        “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you spoke first. “Thank you.”

        Eddie’s brain was still shut down by the mind-blowing experience, and his mouth had gone dry. The only thing he managed to answer was, “You’re welcome, love.”

        You cackled at his words and shifted on top of him to get a good look at his face. “Cocky.” 

        Something had changed in your eyes — in a good way, but he didn’t want to get his hopes high or take credit for that special shimmer your eyes had. 

        “Can I wash your hair?” you asked against his lips, going for a kiss. 

        He smiled and blindly reached for the shampoo. “Only if I can wash yours, too.” 

        The shower got extended just a bit longer and in no time you were two brand-new people, cuddled up in the same bed. 

        Your head rested on his chest and you’ve been outlining every tattoo and scar of his in silence until you decided to speak. “Eddie?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Are you ever gonna play a song for me?” 

        “I mean, yeah.” He cleared his throat as it’d come out raspy. “What’s your favorite song?”

        “You don’t have to play my favorite song.” You adjusted so half of your body was laying on top of his. “I just want to hear you play. Any.” 

        “Any?” Eddie’s grin widened.

        “Okay, except for The Final Countdown.” You rolled your eyes and slid up to be at his level. 

        “What makes you think I even know how to play that one?” He turned to his side to face you. 

        “You don’t?” 

        “Uh—”

        “You do?” 

        “I mean, yeah? It’s Europe. What’s wrong with that song?”

        “Everything.” You laughed. “Are you serious?” 

        “Okay, okay, I won’t play that one, then.” 

        “Thank you.” You bopped your nose with his. 

        It was in moments like these, when words weren’t needed that he wondered who really were you. He’s always been too scared to ask, what if it scared you away?

        You trailed kisses from his jaw to his lips and sighed deeply. “Mmm. You wouldn’t like me if you met me.”

        Had he said it out loud?

        “uh, I like you a lot, actually,” he confessed. “Sometimes I think I made you up, you know?”

        “What?” your face twisted with confusion. “Like, I’m part of your imagination?”

        “Yeah.”

        “I’m very much real.” You kissed him. “I promise.”

        “I’m glad you are. I, um, was in a dark, dark hole when you showed up…” Eddie began, stroking your hair. 

        It felt right to tell you how he’d ended up being a fugitive of justice. 

        He told you everything. From the traumatic night at his trailer with Chrissy until the night he was dragged out the upside down by Dustin and Steve barely alive — without getting into much detail about what really was the upside down. That was a story for another time. 

        And you listened, carefully, bright eyed, and didn’t interrupt him once. 

        “... so you could imagine, there was no point in anything. But then you appeared and…” Eddie sighed. “I could breathe again.”

        You stroked his cheek and sighed deeply, too. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, then.”

        “Oh, please don’t say that.” 

        Kidnapping jokes between you two never got old. 

        “I’m kidding,” you laughed and nuzzled your face in his bare chest. “But you kind of did.”

        “Okay, I kind of did.” 

       It smelled like breakfast. 

       Like a real and greasy breakfast. With bacon and eggs and buttered toast and even a side of fresh chopped fruit. 

       Eddie smiled still half-asleep and stretched his arm, blindly searching for you next to him, but your side of the bed was empty. He blinked his eyes open and smiled even more at the memories from the night before. 

      It was more than the multiple rounds of sex. It was the soft kisses and longing stares and sleepy conversations about a future where neither of you had to hide anymore. 

      Eddie was loud to get up, yawning and stretching his body to its fullest before putting some clothes on. He followed the smell barefoot in hopes to find you in the kitchen. Though his smile faded and his heart broke as it wasn’t you who was there cooking. 

      He knew this moment was going to come eventually, he just wished it wouldn’t have happened this soon. 

      “Eddie Munson! So glad you woke up.” A bald, suited man gestured around with a sharp big knife. His tie was loose around his neck and the holster around his waist was empty. “We were waiting for you.”

      A gun cocked at the back of his head before Eddie could take a step forward and tackle the man. “Don’t say anything,” a younger guy’s voice said from behind. “Just walk over there as the boss said and sit. Quietly.” 

      Eddie’s ear started ringing. Where the hell were you?

      “I said move!” The guy pushed Eddie by his back and forced him to sit at the nicely set up table. 

      “Khoa, stop it with the gun, would ya’?” The bald man warned the violent guy. 

      Eddie’s body moved in command. These weren’t cops. They had no badge or plaque of any sort in sight. 

      “… okay but where’s Eddie?” That was your voice. Eddie’s head instantly snapped to where it came from. “Eds?!” Your voice got closer. 

      His soul came to his body as soon as you walked into the room. 

      You were in one piece and with no signs of any struggle on your body or clothes.

      You were okay.  

      “Eddie.” You rushed to him as he stood up and crushed him with a strong hug. 

      Eddie held you tight and inhaled you whole with his eyes closed to imprint you in his memory in case this was the last hug he ever got to give you. 

      “We’ve been looking for Miss Thirteen here for a while.” The older man spoke.

      Thirteen? Why were they calling you by a number?

      You broke the hug and avoided looking up at Eddie. There was fear and just a bit of guilt written all over you. 

      “We had no idea about you,” the man continued, gesturing at Eddie, “so you’re very lucky we’re here.”

      “Lucky?” Eddie’s eyes widened. “I’m not understanding shit.”

      “I know them.” You shut your eyes in annoyance. “They’re… here to… I don’t even know why you guys are here.”

      “We thought you were dead.” The asian guy said mad. “I mean, you are. Legally.”

      “I am?” 

      “Yeah.” Khoa folded his arms over his chest. It was impossible for Eddie not to think he was just trying to show up his biceps. “So is Brenner.” 

      “What?” Your face dropped with relief.

      “He’s dead.” Khoa smirked. 

      “Wh-what? When?”

      “A while ago, but that’s not why we’re here. The government is still looking for your dead body, and they won’t stop until they find you.”

      “What does that mean?” Eddie asked, even when he was still not getting shit.  

      “In order to keep you safe,” the old man began. “We have to send you away for a while.”

      “Away? Where?” you and Eddie said at the same time. 

      “Anywhere but here.”

      “I’m not going anywhere without Eddie.” You reached for his hand and arm. 

      Khoa’s jaw tightened. Eddie grinned. 

      “Give us a day or two to come up with a name for you and new documents — ID, passports, credit cards, yada, yada.”

      “What was the gun for, then?” he was perplexed.

      “To make it more fun.” Khoa shrugged.

      “I almost shit myself, dude.” 

      You hid a laugh agains his arm. 

      “I’m still not getting shit,” Eddie continued.

      “All you have to know for now is that this—” The man gestured at his clothes “—is just a show.” 

      “Oh yeah, no one questions you when you’re wearing a suit.” Khoa agreed.

      “Can we have a moment, please?” You asked them.  

      “What’s going on,” Eddie asked you. 

      You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. 

      Just as he told you how he ended up in this situation, you told your story. He didn’t understand much. All he got was that you had a traumatic childhood and managed to get out thanks to these people — Khoa and Chester, the older man. They were part of this Doctor Brenner team in the past, but were never on his side. 

      And the tattoo on your wrist you always tried to hide made the most sense now.

      “So you have… superpowers?” was the first thing Eddie asked. 

      “Had.” You chuckled. 

      “What was your superpower?” 

      “Erase memories. And sometimes I could hear people’s thoughts.”

      “So, you could erase yourself from my memory?”

      “Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I never used that to the people I loved.” 

      “Time’s up.” Khoa walked in with the globe that was in one of the kids’ rooms and placed it on the table. “Wherever your finger lands, it’s your home for the next couple of months.”

      You two shared a glance. 

      “Ready to start a new life?” You asked. 

      Eddie smiled. “Fuck yeah I am.”

Author’s note pt. 2: If the ending feels kind of rushed… is because it was. From the very first moment I started writing this story, they weren’t going to have a happy ending because I’m a mean person. This is the best I could come up with and still keep the story true to itself. And I’m kinda happy with it. Eddie would love to have another identity, right?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story even with this improvised ending! thank you for reading <333

Ps: the tragic ending is still in a rough draft. if anyone would like to read the original sad alternative ending let me know <3 I’d love to break your heart <3 

[kaylalovesmaneskin]

The Camping trip

A/n:heyyy y’all I am back with my second story I am really excited about this one I also had the help coming up with it from my dearest friend @ellior1111 what a lovely friend he had help me come up with this idea for this story so shout outs to him❤️❤️❤️ anyway I hope you enjoy this story and you might want to sit down for this one and take some popcorn 🍿 while u read<3

Paring:Damiano David xFem!reader

Warning:blow job,oral sex,teasing,sexting,a bunch of horny teens ,and smut

Summary:you and dami family were really close friends but you and dami hated each other because he is the ex bf to ur bestie and he had cheated on her and the reason why he hates you his because you had started a rumor about his being a player but what happeneds when your two families decided to go on a camping trip what will happen will you and dami make up or will you fight and argue on the trip (btw y’all are like18-19 in the story.).

“Y/n hun are you done You're just done with setting up your tent.You're just done with setting up your tent.” Your mom comes to you and asks. “Yes haha finally i understood how to set up a tent but goddam why is it so hard to set up one." you both laugh. “Hahah I wish I knew,Are you busy right now?" she asks you, you're kinda scared about this sentence because it's always for doing a favour. “what do you want mom?" You ask her gently but also a bit annoyed. "It's a really hot day, and luckily we have a lake here on the campsite. Damiano is refreshing himself there, would you like to join him?" "No" you reply directly. "Oh cmon y/n, i know you aren't in the best friendship, but this would be a good time to know each other better... please do it for me come on let’s just have one day of you two not hating each other or fighting.” “Fineee I am only doing it because you asked me but I can’t promise you anything tho.” You say walking off to your tent. “Thank you tesoro.”she said to walking away to go help your dad with something.

You walk into you tent then quickly change into you bikini. You put your bikini on and walk to the lake. As you see him you just roll your eyes. You already can't stand him. You already go slowly into the water, it's very cold at first so he hears the sound of freezing from your mouth. "Oh hi y/n i didn't see you before". He said look at you. "well i just came in" you are colder than the water. "Why are you here?" He asks you in an annoyed way and rolling his eyes. But you're even more annoyed, it turns kinda rude: "well my mom forced me." “mhm." he just answers. The situation is getting really awkward. But you can't ignore damiano staring at your body. His look wanders from up to down but he's mainly focused on your boobs. Damiano's mother interrupts this weird tension: "kids go dress up! It's time for the dinner" it kinda makes you laugh that she called you two kids. You both replied with an “sì sì” Then y’all get out and change.

As you finished with putting some clothes on, you join your and damiano's family for the dinner. They're all sitting around the campfire while roasting some sausages. You go sit on the last free space, so you close the circle. After a while also damiano comes for the dinner, he's topless and has only shorts on”where can i sit?.”he asks with a tone in his voice. “next to y/n." replies damiano's mom while winking at him, he replies with an eye roll”ugh fine whatever”. Your families noticed that you two aren't in the best relationship, but they try in every way possible to put you two close, with the hope that you become friends. Even tho that won’t happen so you don’t know why do they keep trying.

“Y/n do you want a sausage?" Rosa, damiano's mom, asks you gently. “ Si Grazie .” you roast your sausage and start eating it in a hungry way. While eating ,you feel a little smirk from damiano. ~wait this testa di cazzo sexualising me for eating a sausage?!-you can't believe your eyes, so you try to ignore this fact. After y'all ate dinner your mom says “ I think now it's time for the dessert, let's roast some mashmellows “but we need more wood for the fire... uh y/n damiano could you two please go search some more wood in the forest for us?" You two look at each other like you wouldn't have a choice, so you nod at your mother and the both of you stand up.

You two walk deeper and deeper in the forest, you already can't hear the voices of vour families anymore. “damiano, Why are we going that far?" “i just don't want to be with them nor around them.” He said kicking some rocks that where on the ground., “it's just to much talking for me.." “oh wow so you prefer to be with worst enemy? Brave... “who said that .you're my worst enemy?" He said look at you making clear and direct eye contact. “well we aren't in the best relationship."you said crossing you hands “we can change that" in that moment you feel his warm breath on your neck. His nose touches yours and you can smell the taste of the mint coming out from his mouth. In that moment vou forgot what was between you two before, you just want to taste his lips. But you just don't want to accept the fact that you're feeling something for your enemy “damiano what are you doing?" “teasing you." he winks at you. You can't resist a second more, so you pull him by his neck closer to you for kissing him passionately. You're two tongues start licking each other. You knows this is so wrong to you and your best friend and the guilt is eating at you but right now you said fuck that guilt and you know this is wrong on many levels but it just Feels so good and right now.

But the situation getting hotter than you expected. His hand wanders between your legs and gets higher and higher for reaching your intimate spot. You only have some shorts on so your vagina is very accessible, so his hand finds his way to go inside your shorts. He starts rubbing your clit through the fabric of your thongs. You start moaning quietly “Louder for me sweetheart." he whispers to you seductively, you reply with "well show me more of what you can do." without hesitating his fingers are already inside you. Instantly a loud "fuck dami." escapes your mouth. He smirks at you and starts moving his talented finger. But you're so needy.. so you start begging for more. “More fingers please please!" so he follows your order and starts fingering you with two fingers. “Add another please" so he does it with three. You can't stop begging for more, he's already messaging your vagina with whole hand. His whole inside you. Instantly a loud "fuck mmm.”escapes your mouth. He smirks at you and starts moving his finger, But you're so needy. so you begging for more, “More fingers please please!" so he follows your order and starts fingering you with four. “Add another please. " so he does it with You can't stop begging for more, he's already king your vagina with his whole hand. You while breathing heavily. “damiano I need your dick please." You wimper to him.

"Well for him you have to wait." in that moment he stops with pleasing you. "Why??" You're very confused. But his big smirk on his face made you predict his next move. "On your knees" you smirk at him back, that's exactly what you expected. So you get on your knees without even caring about the wet and dirty floor of the forest. You unzip his pants and put them down, now he's completely naked in front of you. "Eat me up like you did with that sausage" he commands in a jokey but also very needy way. You giggle "haha horny damiano is really crazy." You laughed lil bit. "yes crazy for you." This sentence made you feel the butterflies. you start softly licking the tip of his hard dick. "Stop teasing y/n...put it into your mouth" he orders while moaning. So you do, you enjoy the taste of him. His hand holds your head for helping you with your movements. His big dick is taking your breath away, but somehow you're liking this feeling..you like the fact that you can't breathe because of him. Damiano starts thrusting into your mouth while loud and full with enjoyment moans escape his mouth “oh yes baby fuck just like that.” he says more and more times while he rolls his eyes because of the pleasure he feels. His thrusting starts getting faster and rougher. this made vou realise that he'll cum soon.And you were right. his white warm juice start filling vour mouth up. Meanwhile you hear him moaning your name out loud.”fuck y/n mmmm.”

After you licked all of his cumming up you hear his dominant voice saying "stand up." you follow his words. "Now it's time to finish what i started" while saying that he gets on his knees too. "What about fucking me hard??" You ask him in a confused way, because all you wanted is his dick inside you. "You have to wait for it" "when will it happen then?" "You'll see" his answer made you smirk a bit. Without hesitating a minute more he puts your shorts exactly like your thongs down so your fully naked on the bottom. You feel his heavy breathing right on your pussy. Suddenly his wet tongue welcomes your clit. He starts making out with your vagina like it would be your mouth. You're turning to sensible, you're losing your balance slowly. Damiano noticed it so he presses you against a tree for fixing your balance. "Oh fuck damiano ahh" you're moaning is getting really loud, it's turning into a a desperate scream. He likes it really much, he decides to tease you even more with some hot phrases. His goal is to drive you crazy. "You taste so good princess." you feel him pronouncing these words right on your clit. This sentence made you moan even more. "Oh yess baby moan for me, moan my name." "DAMIANO I'M-" he directly understands what you're about to say, so he interrupts your sentence "yes cum into my mouth, i want to enjoy your cum on my tongue.” in that moment a short sentence escapes your mouth, you didn't think before saying it, it's just what your heart is feeling "i love you dam-" he's kinda surprised about what he heard. I mean you were enemies a few instants before. But this doesn't disturb him at all, he really liked these words, he started feeling the butterflies. A few seconds later you scream again for the last time, you just had the most impeccable orgasm you ever had. Damiano stands up, the first thing you noticed is your liquid around his mouth. You kiss him immediately while still breathing intensely for cleaning your cumming up. "So you love me huh?" He smirks while saying it. You don't know what to answer but you do have a massive blush on your face , you're kinda regretting what you said..it was kinda early. But he deletes your insecurities with this sentence "i love you too" without letting you reply he kisses you passionately. "Now let's go back to our families, they're asking theirselves where we are haha.." you answer while you're already walking to the direction of the campfire." i hope they didn't hear us.." he tries to calm you down: " i don't think it's possible that they heard us...i mean we were very far away." "hahaha yeah you're right" “I am just a bit scared what if.” You where cut off when dami held you hand and started walking back to the campsite. All you could do was just blush.

“Ahh finalmemte what did it take that long to take some wood?" that's the first thing you two hear from your parents as soon as you came back. You explain “well. ehmm..the wood was wet.so we had to go deeper into the forest to find some dry wood” you said putting your hands on your hips looking at Damiano. this was true, you two just had a lot of luck to bring this excuse because the days before were very rainy. This explanation wouldn't work otherwise, you two were away for very long. Rosa replies: “oh well that makes sense...but um why are both of you dirty on your knees?" this question makes you nervous, you didn't think about excuses for this. You just have flashbacks of you sucking damiano's dick and damiano licking your pussy. But some other excuses don't come to your mind. Damiano breaks the akward silence “when we were still searching for wood in the wet spot we had to go on the floor for picking it up" nothing else came to his mind, but it's better than saying nothing. Rosa answers: “okay..but please go to the lake and clean your knees up" “yess hahaha don't worry" you laughed nervously. While your families eat their desserts, you two go as ordered to the lake for cleaning your knees. You can't hear them talking but you two and your families can still see each other. “I Can't wait to fuck you." damiano suddenly says while he winks at you. “i'm so horny it unbelievable." you reply. He comes closer to you but not that close, from the point of view of your families it seems like you two are talking normally. But it's not like it seems....damiano's hand starts swimming to your vagina. He starts fingering you passionately underwater. "Cazzo." you start moaning in a low tone of voice. "We can't do this here" "why not?" He provokes you with his typical sexy voice. "Our parents... they can see us! We couldn't enjoy it fully here..." in that moment he removes his fingers from your clit. "You're right...let's save this up for later" he smirks at you, so you do back. You two walk back to the campfire to your families. Damiano's dad starts saying to you two" okay kids, it's bedtime now. Tomorrow will be an exhausting day, you need enough time to sleep" you two nod at him, wish a good night to everyone and start walking to the tents. Damiano starts joking "since when are we fucking children?" You laugh "haha i don't know i think they just call us in this way because they will always see us like their kids you know haha" "haha yes probably..." he accompanies you to your tent. "Okay so we will meet later...i cant wait" he smirks and winks at you. You smirk at him to "i can't wait too..." both of you go inside the own tent, you two just want to wait until your parents go also to bed. But meanwhile you two don't lose time, the situation is getting hot in the chat.

*THIS IS LIKE TEXT BETWEEN YOU AND DAMI*

Damiano🙄

Damiano:

"Y/n?"

You:

Yes

Damiano;

When will they finally go sleeping?!"

You:

Good question

Damiano:

Let's have some fun in the meantime

You:

Uhh sounds interesting one and two what type of fun?

Damiano:

Please start pleasing yourself and record your moans i need to hear them"

You:

*you record a voice mail while doing what he ordered and send him it*

Damiano:

Ahh y/n so hot...my dick is hard now

You:

Send me a pic

Damiano:

*he sends you a pic as ordered*

You:

Can't wait to have him inside me

Damiano:

He's waiting for you...

You:

Wait...

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You can't resist him anymore, so you go to his tent without carrying that your parents are still awake. Fortunately they didn't see you entering the tent. As you got in, you see him naked, spreading his legs and his hand on his hard dick. "Let's not wait longer...let's start with our show " you say to him while you start undressing yourself and smirking. You undress yourself in a very sensual way, this turns him even more on so he stars masturbating himself in a very fast pace. "Oh cmon damiano, be Patient for once " You provoke him. Damiano tries to resist so he stops with pleasing himself. “Y/n this is a torture" you go sit on him, your wet naked vagina is on his belly. Meanwhile he admires your boobs, which are getting closer to his face. “i love torturing you damiano david" “mhm" he replies, but then he starts sucking your nipples. His hot saliva is warming your chest. You moan softly while you're getting wetter and wetter. He noticed it so he turns you on the bottom so he's on top of you. His hard dick starts touching your clit, it teases you much. You spread your legs open with the hope that he will fill you up they way you want to be.

Damiano starts kissing your neck, he leaves some hickeys on it. Meanwhile his dick is still touching your needy vagina. "Do it dami" "are you ready?" "DO IT" you repeat. After this order he thrusts softly into you, you feel him slowly filling you up. Finally you two are connected, finally you feel his body inside you. "Oh shit fucckk" escapes from your mouth while moaning. "Can i move on?" He asks you gently with his hot voice. "Please fuck me”...he starts laughing in a dirty way. You feel him going slowly in and out of you. Slow sex is one of your guiltiest pleasures. You enjoy every single slow movement he does, you enjoy every single inch of his dick. But you want some action so you start begging for more: " faster please !" He just replies with his typical smirk “as you wish my slut." Another guilty pleasure is being called with these names, especially from damiano from now on. He starts getting rougher with his thrusting, so you start getting louder with your moans, you're practically screaming. He covers your mouth with one hand “shhh they hear us you wouldn’t like if they caught us now would you sweetie" he smirk while saying it. You put his hand away “well i don't fucking care, now show me what you can do!" you provoke him sensually. He doesn't hesitate a second, he start getting very rough he's fucking you very hard. You can't even talk at this point, you just scream. Meanwhile his hands are on your hips, he pulls your body to his while he thrusts into you very hard. “DAMIANO" “yes baby scream my name, they should know what we're doing " you repeat “AHHH DAMIANO I CAN FEEL IT COMING" "hold it! We'll cum together." "Dami i think i can't-" "i have an idea he says that while breathing heavily. You both turn so you're on top again. "Ride me y/n, pls do it" he begs while he's biting on his lips. You reply with a smirk and without hesitating you sit right on his cock so his dick gets inside you. "Ahh yes keep on going" he moans while he still breathes heavily. You start going up and down and you can feel his dick filling you completely up when you go down. He helps you by holding you by the hips, his hands sometimes slide down to your ass cheeks, he starts massaging them passionately. Meanwhile his eyes follow your round boobs.They wiggle by every movement you do, this turns him even more on. "Damiano i can't hold it any longer..." "don't worry darling i'm also about to cum" "i don't want this to finish dami..." he smiles at you, it gives you comfort. He replies " don't worry y/n”we will sleep together also in the future" you smile at him back while your breath is heavy be of riding him. So you start getting faster with jumping on his dick. Damiano moans your name out loud, this made you scream even more.

This was the best sex you ever had for both of you. Also the ending was even perfect, because you two came at the same time. Both moaned out each others name at the point of the orgasm, then you lied down next to him while you both were full of sweat and breathing deeply. "Cazzo this was beautiful " you say to him while licking his sperm up. "Yeah i could continue for the whole night" he smirks at you while his hand is caressing your head be you clean his belly up. After you finished you two are having a hot making out session. Suddenly he whispers to you:"i'm so happy that we aren't enemies anymore" “yeah me too!" then you two kiss again then you both had fell asleep with the hopes that your mothers and fathers didn’t hear y’all.

THE END (OMFG THIS ONE TOOK LONGER THAN MY FIRST STORY BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE)

[coleszzzworld]

Title-Yandere headcannons ( ban - Seven deadly sins 🕊)

Authors note - ( hey y’all 😃 I know it’s been forever! I really do apologize, I have been very busy this month btw happy black history month❤️! But yeah I’ve been very busy I will be posting a lot tho! Enjoy!🫶🏼)

(He’s literally so baby girl I can’t , but here’s today song for this canon !)

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• ban is a delusional Yandere bro will literally think that your his soulmate and you where meant too be ! After he lost his first love (Elaine 🧍🏽‍♀️ ) he wold be so convinced that you where meant for him

•ban treats you with love and respect and he loves too tease you 🧍🏽‍♀️ he’s a goofy mf fr lol if your short he’ll tease you for it or if your tall he’ll tease you but not in a bad way he would never hurt your feelings!

•if he does some how mange too hurt your feelings he’ll apologize immediately he doesn’t play about hurting you . If you somehow hurt his feelings he’ll probably be all pissy and Whiney until you apologize 😭

•he definitely met you at Meliodas bar or in a village he was immediately obsessed with you . He knew he needed you right then and their ( pause 😏)

•he loves how you bond with his friends, your definitely besties with the girls ( Elizabeth Diane Merlin) he loves it lol .

•now let’s say some one is being mean too you , or trying too hurt you , whoever that person is better beg for mercy cause ban will be on that in a minute he do not play about what is his , he’ll kill that person and he can take a lot of hits or what ever that person is trying too kill him with , ban will kill that person then take you and leave and act like nothing happened, he has a lot of body’s fr 😭

•if someone was trying too flirt with you, ban is still sliding 😭 he do not care he’ll kill that person, he is literally on demon mode 😮‍💨 now let’s so you some how convince him not too kill who ever it was he’ll let it slide for now ;) but when your sleep he’ll probably still do kill that person like I said he don’t like people trying too take what’s his .

•he loves going everywhere with you doesn’t matter where he just loves being with you .

•now when he told you about Elaine and what happened too her , he was sad but he then said “well that happened and it’s over , but the universe gave me something better and that was you , we are supposed too be for each other y/n till death do us apart . “ you were just looking at him like ‘naw bro’

• if you never liked him in the first place and never wanted too be with him , and if you make it obvious that you don’t want him , he’ll probably just make you love him , like I said he’s delusional he literally thinks that you are made for him , but if you are in love with him since the start then he’ll love you too death

•he’ll literally lay his life down for you , but you can’t get rid of him if he dies or whatever he’ll be back he’s literally immortal

“Till death do us apart my love , well until my death does us apart . I’ll forever love and protect you we will always be together in this life and the millions of others ...”

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(Idk I might do a series on ban 😮‍💨 his fine ass 😮‍💨 anyways I hoped y’all liked this ! )

[moonmanatee]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

sweet @saintgarbanzo tagged me even though he knows I’ve got but the one lil fic! then it got lost in my drafts. this might be a bit silly but cool to see where I’m starting, maybe. thank you, chickpea! you can find his lovely answers here 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

just one: Sun Shower!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

5950

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far just HP, but I’ve got some drafts of other stuff (some SOC, AML, etc) that I may or may not keep working on. I did just cannibalize my favorite line from a wesper wip for a drarry one sooo we shall see

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

haha! sun shower

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do - commenting is probably my most favorite part of being a fic reader, so the comments section is important to me. there’s so much to love out there, and the comments are my favorite place to express it

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

none! don’t think I’m angst guy, really. I have some wips with pining, with complicated family feelings, with hurt, but it doesn’t quite feel like angst. and certainly won’t end that way!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

well, surprise: sun shower has a pretty sweet ending. it feels like a beginning more than an ending, though.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t! does it count if my partner is like ‘noooo, abandoning me for the laptop again’

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hmm, I think my smut is overwhelming and reverent and enthusiastic and honest and probably a little excessive. and WANT. and kinky. once I share some you’ll have to let me know if this is accurate

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

my mind is always thinking in connections, but that usually comes out in AU form (drarry: grace & frankie! parent trap!! the beckhams!! wesper princess diaries 2 AU!!!), rather than like everyone showing up in the same scene. so no, i guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

not yet, but I think I would really love this. I feel so much love about other people’s writing and so excited to share in ideas, so I feel like this format would be such a delight for me.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don’t think I have one all-time, because once I love something I love it forever. so I just keep collecting more all-time favorites. but drarry I feel the most immense about and committed to, which is saying something because there’s very little I love that I don’t love immensely. and to be honest, my commitment to drarry is certainly because I love them as characters, but it is also about the community being so wonderful. so thank you, y’all, it’s really special here.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

so I had this completely bonkers idea that I call “avada banana tag” which is when someone dies everyone they avada-ed comes back to life, like banana tag. i.e. when Molly kills Bellatrix, we get Sirius back, etc (yes I know that only happens in the movie but bear with me for goofy concept reasons). like, the spell only holds as long as they do? makes it a pretty short-sighted way of killing someone. but that’s as far as the idea goes because it’s so absurd and messy, and I don’t think canon rewrites are something I’d know how to do justice. but I think it’s so funny and fascinating, so if anyone wants to run with it please feel free

16. What are your biggest writing strengths?

100% it’s coming up with ideas. you should see my idea dump document, it’s abundant in there. and maybe description, I hope, and sensory experiences

17. What are your biggest writing weaknesses?

I won’t call it a weakness but I have less experience with plotty things, and get really stuck in dialogue that feels off.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’m not fluent enough in anything else that I think I could do this myself, but as a reader I really love it, both when I do and don’t understand what’s going on. and I like communicating that they’re speaking in another language without just translating. I think I’d love to incorporate my other languages (spanish and ASL) into fic, and I also love when Draco speaks french. when it’s well done I think it’s so impactful!

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think it was actually someone else’s OCs, what feels like forever ago

20. What is your favorite fic you’ve written?

the one that’s still in my brain that I think about most days… it’s so very beautiful. I hope one day it makes it out of there!

though I love sun shower too. my first real guy, feels like a big deal, I’m proud of myself for doing it and actually sharing it!

I will tag @elskanellis, @getawayfox, @saintlupin, @rockingrobin69 if you want and haven’t already!!

[southern-fried-simpin]

Jerome Valeska x Super Feminine!Chubby!Bimbo-ish!Reader

Request from: @hhh—www

A/N: I had so much fun writing this it was so cute 😭

Warnings: Fem!Reader, suggestive and mildly nsfw things here, Jerome

Okay, y’all let’s just get one thing straight really quick: I am a firm believer that Jerome likes girls of all shapes and sizes, and that absolutely includes women who are a little more curvy than others!

To him, you being chubby just means there’s more to love

Will cuddle and grab and just generally show lots of affection to pretty much any part of you.

Breasts? Hell yeah best pillows ever! Tummy? So soft, so kissable. Thighs? This man would be totally happy if he died from suffocating between them. Consider it to be his last dying wish.

Last but not least: you’re ass? It’s both a pillow and his own personal stuffed animal to cuddle up to at night in bed.

And don’t even get him started on how cute you look wearing your adorable dresses and skirts that are bright pink

He’s going to get suits to match with you, but ONLY if they are the exact same pink as your outfit, because he thinks it would be so cute to be causing chaos walking around Gotham wearing matching outfits with his adorable little dolly.

May or not steal you clothes and lingerie that are just a little too tight or short sometimes. He says it’s not on purpose but it is 🙃

Rest assured, though, he will absolutely rip whatever doesn’t fit off of you and throw it away and proceed to tell you how absolutely beautiful you are no matter what size you wear because you’re his.

Yeah, and it has nothing to do with wanting an excuse to literally rip your clothes to shreds to you see you naked, no absolutely not, his intentions are 100% pure. 🤡

As for you being a bit of a bimbo? He thinks it is quite possibly one of the cutest things about you

Might worry about how you can be…oblivious to some things every now and again but knows you’re very capable of handling yourself and you’re smart when it counts.

[putawayurhalo]

Out For Blood | Chapter 6: Asking For It

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings:  Strong language, season 4 spoilers, yelling at a best friend, angst.

Word Count: 1.9k words (a short one but you’re getting another chapter today)

Author’s Note: Barely edited, mostly dialogue from the episode... I truly don’t understand how some of y’all can write the dialogue word for word for whole series (/positive), also it’s 3 am so yeahhhhh (next chapter is scheduled for 6 hours from now)

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The group of five walked up to the house, Dustin knocking on the door aggressively and pushing the ring bell button over and over again. No one answered the door, (Y/N) sighed as she walked away from the door and began to look around.

“Okay, well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve said looking at Dustin then back at (Y/N) watching as she walked around slowly.

 “Eddie!” Dustin shouted as continued his game of knock knock ring ring.

“Great.” Steve muttered as he began shining his flashlight through the windows to see if there’s any sign of life inside.

“It’s Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk okay? No cops I swear.” Dustin shouted, Max rolled her eyes as she began to follow (Y/N) around. “We just wanna help. Eddie!”

“Shh.” Jenny told her brother, wacking him in the shoulder.

“Rick! Reefer Rick!” Dustin continued shouting.

“Don’t scream that.” Steve told him.

“Rick!” Dustin didn’t bother listening.

“He’s not there.” Jenny mumbled to her brother.

“Hey guys!” Max said to the group as she watched (Y/N) walk towards the boat house. Using her dim flashlight to guide her way. 

“(Y/N) slow down!” Steve shouted after her as he caught up to her.

The rest of the group quickly caught up to them, stopping outside the door as they watched (Y/N) look around before stopping in front of the door, “This is it… he has to be in here.”

Robin nodded before opening the door, “Hello? Is anyone home?”

“What a dump.” Steve said under his breath, earning a slight nudge from (Y/N). “What?”

“Knock it off.” She replied before joining Max in looking around. Steve sighed and looked around, finding an oar and grabbing it. He twirled it around for a bit before deciding to hit the tarp inside the small boat with it.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked him, Steve continued hitting the tarp.

“What are you doing, Harrington?” Jenny asked him.

“He might be in here” Steve replied with a shrug.

“So you want to hurt him?”

“So take the tarp off.” Both Henderson siblings replied at the same time.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Jenny before turning to Dustin “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.”

“Hey, look over here.” Max said, Robin and (Y/N) walking over to her, “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” Robin replied as she picked up a candy wrapper.

“No… No, if he heard us, he might think we’re the cops.” (Y/N) whispered as she picked up a piece of a broken beer bottle.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin replied to the girls sarcastically.

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Steve had started but was interrupted by Eddie screaming, Eddie jumped out of the boat from under the tarp, pushing Steve into the wall with a broken beer bottle to his neck.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!” Steve shouted as Eddie pushed him.

“Whoa, whoa whoa, Eddie!” Dustin began shouting. “Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie! It’s me. It’s Dustin, that’s Steve, you know Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve? ” 

“Yeah, right.” Steve whimpered out.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” (Y/N) spoke up, looking at the two of them with pleading eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie turned his head to look at his sister.

“We’re looking for you.” 

“Not you Henderson, my sister, what is she doing here?”

“Eddie…” She began.

“We’re here to help,” Robin interrupted.

“Eddie they’re on your side.” (Y/N) told him, stepping a little closer, Eddie pushed the bottle a little closer to Steve’s neck stopping her in her tracks.

“I swear on my mother. Right, guys?” Dustin shouted.

“Yes. Yes. We swear.” Max replied

“On Jenny and Dustin’s mother.” Robin nodded her head frantically.

“Yeah Dustin’s… Dustin and Jenny’s mother.” Steve replied, Eddie let him go. Steve stumbled over to where Robin and (Y/N) stood, taking a seat on a bench.

“Steve, are you okay?” (Y/N) whispered to him as she crouched down, looking up at Steve as he rubbed his neck.

“Worse has happened.” He whispered, (Y/N) rubbed his arm as she turned to look over at her brother.

“Eddie. We just want to talk.” Jenny walked closer to him.

“We want to know what happened.” Max chimed in.

“You won’t believe me.” He was speaking to all of them, but looked directly at Jenny who sat in front of him.

“Try us.”

“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh…” Eddie gulped as he looked around the room,  “and she just hung there in the air… and her bones, uh…Her bones started to snap.” He looked over at Dustin, “Her eyes, man. It.. it was like there was something like inside her head pulling I… I didn’t know what to do so I… I ran away. I left her there… You all think I’m crazy right?”

“No we don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin responded, the group all nodding.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” Eddie shouted.

“We’re not bullshitting you!” Dustin shouted.

“We believe you.” Jenny grabbed his hands, (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows as she watched their actions.

“Eddie, why would I ever think you’re crazy?” Jenny asked him. The group looked around before Jenny nodded at Dustin who walked closer to the duo.

“Look what I’m about to tell you might be a little difficult to take in.” Dustin began.

“Okay…” Eddie replied, looking at the younger Henderson.

“You know how people say Hawkins is cursed… they’re not… way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, sometimes bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghost and shit?” Eddie asked curiously.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max said as she sat down next to Steve and (Y/N).

“These monsters from this other world we thought they were gone but they’ve come back before and that’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin reassured him.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.” Robin chimed in.

“That night, did you see anything?” Jenny asked him, twirling one of his rings around his finger trying to calm him down.

“Dark particles, maybe?” Dustin asked, but Eddie shook his head, “It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“No man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch.” Steve looked up and over at Eddie, eyebrows furrowed, confusion written on his face, (Y/N) looked at him, silently asking him what’s wrong but he shook his head in response.

“You know I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance of something.” Eddie stuttered slightly.

“Or under a spell?” Dustin asked.

“A curse.” Jenny whispered.

“Vecna’s curse.” Eddie replied looking directly at her.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

“An undead creature of great power from their D&D campaign.” (Y/N) replied to him.

“A spell caster.” Dustin says.

“A dark wizard.”

“He’s taking it surprisingly well.” Steve says as he and (Y/N) sat next to each other. 

“Yeah, it probably helps that he saw it first hand.” (Y/N) scoffed as she looked up from her book, “Fuck, I’m sorry that was so bitchy.” She groaned before placing her bookmark back in the book.

“It’s fine.” Steve looked at her, “You deserve to be a little bit angry.”

“Yeah…” She smiled at him before re-opening her book, the bookmark slipping between them. 

Steve picked it up for her, “Is this from the photo booth?” He asked her as he looked at the photo strip, the one of him, her, Robin, and Jenny. The trio wearing their Scoops Ahoy uniforms while (Y/N) wore Steve’s hat.

“Yeah, it’s still one of my favorite memories.” She smiled as she looked at it, taking the photo strip from Steve and placing it back in her book, closing it and placing it in her bag, “You know, Steve I’m really sor-”

“Okay we need to get Eddie more food.” Jenny interrupted as she looked at the group.

“Why do we need to?” Steve asked her, “You have a car.” 

“Because someone needs to stay with Eddie.” She replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And what makes you the most qualified to stay here with Eddie?” Max asked her, “Why not his sister?”

“Because he needs someone who’s fought against the monsters from the Upside Down before.” Jenny scoffed.

“So you think I couldn’t handle them, Jennifer?” (Y/N) asked standing up.

“Shit… shit.” Steve mumbled as he stood up after her.

“I never said that.” Jenny defensively said.

“But you implied it.” (Y/N) walked over to her.

“Enough you two!” Dustin shouted as Eddie and Steve came up behind the two girls. Eddie grabbed Jenny’s hand, Steve putting a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, “Just tell her already.”

“Tell me what?” (Y/N) asked Dustin.

“They’ve been together since last August.” Dustin tells her and Jenny’s eyes widen at Dustin, “Oh don’t act surprised. You two weren’t exactly subtle about it! The amount of times I’ve gone back outside to grab something I forgot in Eddie’s van to see you two making out against it? It’s disgusting, honestly.” Dustin continued, “The only reason (Y/N) never picked up on it is because she’s been dealing with her own shit. Robin picked up on it, Max picked up on it, even Steve had somewhat of a clue.”

“You’re dating Eddie?” (Y/N) asked Jenny ignoring what Dustin had said. Jenny stood there unable to say anything, “You’re dating my brother!” Her hands wrench into fists, “Are you fucking kidding me, Jenny?!” Steve immediately put his arms around her, holding her close to him.

“Why are you mad at me?” Jenny shouted back at her.

“Because you promised me! You told me friends don’t keep secrets and here you are with a whole bunch apparently.”

“And why aren’t you mad at Eddie?”Jenny asked.

“Oh trust me I am but Eddie never made that promise to me! It was understood that we wouldn’t tell each other about our love lives! But you did, and I thought we told each other everything. I guess not.” (Y/N)’s words were laced with venom. 

“(Y/N), come on.” Eddie gently directed Jenny to stand behind him.

“Don’t you fucking start with me, Eddie.” She began, “I’m not that same scared and defenseless kid I was when we first came to Hawkins, you don’t have to ‘protect’ me from anything anymore.”

“(Y/N/N)... please.” Jenny pleaded, reaching her arm out and lightly touching (Y/N)’s who jerked her’s back. 

“I’m at my wit’s end.” (Y/N) quietly spoke, before pushing her way out of Steve’s arms and exiting the boat house. 

“I’m going to…” Steve pointed to the door with his thumb.

“Yeah, yeah do that.” Eddie replied, Steve practically running out the door to follow the other Munson. 

“Dustin, go with them. You too, Robin, Max.” Dustin nodded at his sister’s words before following the other duo out, Robin and Max close behind him.

“So… seems like they’re close again.” Eddie said as they heard the car drive off.

“Not exactly how plan B was supposed to work, but I guess this is something…”

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Paradice

Ch6: Arise

I kept forgetting to post this X] i’ve had it done for awhile now. rip. nyway, beast n warrior get to go head to head! literally :) hope y’all enjoy!

Unfortunately, things did get worse. The night was relatively quiet. Everyone got settled in their rooms, heading to the cafeteria when they were hungry. The contestants spoke, but their voices were muffled behind doors, or silenced by a withering stare or growl. A few of them poked around in the cupboards and fridge for snacks, but that was about all the use the common room got. At least, as far as Beast was concerned. The only times she planned to leave her room was for fighting or food. But this morning? That was about to change.

“WAKE UP!!!” The shout might as well have been a gunshot with how quickly Beast jolted from her slumber. A yowl tore out of her throat as she thrashed blindly, clawing at the soft darkness around her. Where was she, why was someone screaming, what happened what was going on what- “UP N AT EM! G’MORNIN FELLOW CONTESTANTS!” The second shout drew a savage snarl, her head finally bursting out of her warm prison, teeth bared and ready to sink into whatever threat was near her- … only for her to realize she wasn’t in her forest. Oh. Right. Maroon walls, two desks with show-lighted mirrors, a pair of wardrobes with dresser drawers. Neatly made bed across the room. Messy blanket nest surrounding her. She was at the dungeons, right. Though… huh. The only signs of her roommate were trinkets scattered across one of the desks, what was probably a makeup bag set neatly beside them. No Witch, though. Her roommate must’ve been an early riser. Fine by her. She didn’t want to see her anyway. “IM READY, WHO ELSE IS READY?” This time, she just flinched in annoyance. Who the hell was carrying on like this?! She just wanted to sleep. This bed was so comfortable… she’d never slept on something so soft before. The closest thing she could think of was that mossy knoll she’d found once, on that first cold night alone. But this… oh, she could stay wrapped up in the warmth forever. She yawned loudly. The stage staff would get her when it was time to go on, right? Right. Huffing, she dragged her blankets back over her head. Then shoved her head under her pillow. If they kept going, she’d just ignore it. “LETS ROCK N ROOOOOOLL!!!” … just ignore it.

But the next morning, the yelling was back. And the next morning. And the next. As the shouts bounced around in Beast’s skull for the fourth day in a row, she could feel her hackles raising. This had to stop. Sure, everyone else was awake and moving before the yelling started. Sure, she’d been getting up at noon. Sure, the yelling stopped after ten minutes. But she couldn’t stand it. She liked resting after her fights! She liked hitting the floors hard and then going right back to bed! As far as she knew, that’s just what everyone else was doing. They’d want their sleep, right? How had nobody else told this guy to shut the fuck up?! This. Had. To. Stop. With a fury filled snarl, Beast flung the blankets back. Her wild mane of bedhead clung to her horns and snout, claws swatting it away in outrage. She rolled out of bed and gave herself a quick once over. She might be mad, but she wanted to make sure she was decent before storming out there. She had on the dark short sleeved, short pant onesie that went on under her armor. Good enough for her. She stomped on over to the door, yanking it open and letting it slam against the wall. The chatter of the common room instantly died. Looking about the room, she could see several of the contestants gathered around the table. Everyone was dressed in their combat clothes, ready for the arena. All of them looked up at her in various stages of shock. Beast just glowered at them. “Would whoever’s screaming shut the fuck up?!” She barked. “I’m trying to sleep, damnit!” The room remained awkwardly silent as the contestants exchanged glances. Inventor and Robot were giving each other a knowing, nervous look. Witch had her damn phone out- probably recording- and had stood up quickly out of her chair. Thief leaned up against the wall, one brow raised in quiet interest. Which left- once again- Warrior. Given the incredibly sheepish look on his face… Beast had a feeling he was the screamer. “Uh… sorry?” He said awkwardly, flashing a confused smile. “I thought everyone was up…” She narrowed her eyes at him. Tail lashing, she took a step forward. “Well, I wasn’t. And I don’t appreciate being woken up early.” “… it’s… not early though?” Inventor ventured hesitantly. Beast growled at her, and her mouth snapped shut. “Inventor is correct- it is approximately 10:30am,” Robot chimed in. Beast shot them a glare, but they stared back evenly, hands folded on the table before them. “So what? Maybe I like sleeping late!” Beast snapped. “But that means you miss everything but the fights,” Witch spoke up, brows knitting in concern. No, in pity. It made Beast’s fur stand on end. “Are you o-“ “Maybe I like it that way. I’m fine,” Beast hissed. Crossing her arms, she stood up tall, daring anyone else to make a smart comment. Her only answer was a scoff from Thief- he got a snarl in return. Not that he seemed to care, rolling his eyes at her. “I just want everyone to leave me alone.” A beat of tense silence passed. Nobody was meeting her eyes. Except- “Listen, I get wanting to be alone- but you can’t just hide in your room forever,” Warrior said worriedly. Everyone’s gaze snapped to him, surprise mixed with concern and spiked with Beast’s malice. “You’ve missed a lot of announcements, dude.” “Yes I can,” Beast hissed back, “I don’t care- the stage crew keeps me up to speed. I’m staying in my room. Just shut the fuck up with the morning siren call.” “No,” Warrior said firmly. He stood up from his chair, fixing her with a determined look. “If you don’t start coming out before noon, I’ll- I’ll start singing in the morning!” “Oh no you won’t,” Beast glowered. “I will!” He said brashly, crossing his arms defiantly. “And I’m about to start right now!” “No you-“ With a deep inhale, Warrior started belting out the loudest, most tone deaf rendition of a good morning song Beast had ever heard. “GOOD MOOOORNING, RISE AND SHIIINE, TIME TO GREET THE DAAAAAAAY-“ he crowed. Everyone else flinched away, Robot covering their ears and Inventor giving a surprised squeak. Thief muttered a small ‘oh my gods,’ Witch beaming as she held her phone up higher. Under her fur, Beast felt her face heating to cerulean. In outrage? In embarrassment? She wanted exactly none of that. “SHUT UP!” She roared, launching herself across the room. She cannonballed directly into Warrior, bowling him over with a loud crash. To her utter fury, he let out a cry of glee. “OH YEAH, LET'S SPAR!” He cheered. Spar?! This wasn’t a friendly match- she was going for the damn throat. She snarled, drawing back an arm to slash him- but he swung one of his own, shoving her off and to the floor. She hissed and scrambled into a crouch, teeth bared and claws already dripping venom. Warrior had found his footing as well, hands up in fists, ecstasy dancing in his eyes. She lunged at him again, jaws open and smoke spilling from her maw. Despite her speed, he managed to catch her, hands an iron grip around her waist. ‘Gods- what?!’ She barely managed a yowl in surprise before he used her momentum to suplex her to the floor again. Her head crashed into the wood, white and stars blotting out her vision. She gasped and thrashed, shaking her head viciously to clear the pain. ‘Not weak, not weak, GET him-!’ She recovered as fast as she pounced. While Warrior tried to roll to his feet, she lunged at him, digging her claws and teeth into whatever exposed skin she could get at. Neck, face, arms- anything. He gave a cry of surprise, face twisting into a grimace. He managed to get a boot under her and shove her off. She wheezed softly, head throbbing in agony and lungs screaming as she tried to get her breath back. But the damage was done. To an outsider, the scratches weren’t even that deep. To an outsider, her bites were nothing compared to what she did that first day. To an outsider, they just looked like a lame warning. But as Warrior swung at her again, his face paled, purple blotching over his cheeks. He missed in favor of giving a loud retch. Beast grinned through her pain. Hah. Poison. He was on his knees now, gritting his teeth and trying not to puke. Beast darted forward to bite him again, smoky jaws full of guttering flame- only to be met with a rock hard fist. He’d managed to move before her, punch connecting with the side of her head and blasting stars across the remainder of her vision. She hit the floor hard. Her shattered thoughts crashed against each other wildly, barely a sentence managing to form. ‘Gods- fuck-‘ she groaned, trying to get up despite the agony- ‘he’s strong as all hell-!’ She felt a trembling hand latch onto the scruff of her neck. She yowled and flailed as Warrior lifted her up. Though she managed to sink her teeth into his arm repeatedly- each bite more vicious than the last, he didn’t drop her. He just grit his teeth, grimace hitching into an unshakeably determined gaze. ‘Who-who is this guy?!’ Her mind sputtered. Among all her pain, horror, and rage, a glimmer of awe floated to the surface. He was still standing. He still had her. “Time to go back to bed,” Warrior muttered. He drew back his fist one more time. Beast didn’t have time to blink before it collided with her head again. And everything was swallowed by a white tsunami of pain. Distantly, she felt her body drop to the floor. The dull throb was nothing compared to the radiating agony trying to drag her under. She just barely managed to pick up some voices through the fog. “I think I won that one! She fought well, I-“ A retch. “I… I don’t feel so good…” As she slipped into unconsciousness, she heard a hard crash of armor on wood beside her. What bit of her was left managed a smirk. Hah. Poison.

When Beast finally washed back up on the shore of consciousness, she let out a loud groan. She could feel quite a few bandages wrapped around her horns and stuck to her snout. The soothing balm of healing magic washed over her, but her head was still throbbing. That Warrior had gotten her good. She blinked her eyes open hesitantly, squinting in the light. Ah, yeah. She was at the healer’s. She was laid out in one of the beds, a basket of apples on the nightstand beside her. She instantly grabbed for one. Her clumsy hands nearly knocked the basket over, but she didn’t care- she wanted this headache gone. The first bite through crisp skin brought a sigh of relief. There was that soft brush of relief, getting the tangles of pain from her mane. A soft purr slipped from her as she relished in the apple’s taste, eyes closed, tail twitching in delight. Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last. A soft jingle from her left made her tense, claws digging into her apple. Aw, fuck. What were they doing here? “Well, that didn’t take long,” Jester drawled, a cynical smile below their cloudy gaze. Beast shot them a withering glare. They just stared back evenly, ever smiling, though their arms were crossed and one foot tapping. “You threw a bit of a wrench in today’s recording order,” they chuckled. “Try to keep your fights after filming, m’kay? We have a schedule to keep here!” “Yeah yeah, whatever,” Beast snorted. She rolled her eyes, missing the way Jester’s smile stretched thinner. “My my, aren’t you a stick in the mud!” They giggled, setting a hand on their cheek. “Well! You’ll figure out our routine soon enough. Hopefully you’re healed before you have ta go on~!” Beast felt a trickle of worry in the back of her mind. Wait, what? Would they really toss her in with less than full health? She opened her mouth to ask, but Jester had already spun away. Their laughter mixed with jangling bells as they marched merrily away. “Enjoy your rest! You’ll need iiiiit~!” Beast silently watched them go. Hm. That… didn’t bode well. Maybe she ought to get moving. She slid out of her bed without a second thought. Standing made her wince, but her head wasn’t nearly as bad as before. She made sure to snag a few more apples before heading out the door. “Heyyy, you’re up!” The sudden voice made Beast jump, scrambling to catch her apples. She whipped her head around to see who it was, and- oh. Warrior. He was standing a bit down the hallway, green bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. He was busy sipping from a juice box with a pink apple on the front. Huh. So they came in liquid too. He smiled brightly, revealing he’d stuck the straw through his tooth gap. It was so- Absurd? Goofy? Charming? ‘Absurd, go with absurd,’ her mind hissed quickly- that she nearly barked out a laugh. After she literally tried to maul him, he was still trying to talk with her? Some piece of her murmured in impressed approval. Strong fighter. Resilient. Persistent, too. A spark of respect flared in her chest, and for once, she didn’t squash it. “… uh… yeah. You are too. That’s, uh, that’s good,” Beast said awkwardly. Warrior chuckled, giving an enthusiastic nod. “Yep! Can't keep me down for long!” He boasted. Beast snorted, spark flickering into timid warmth. ‘That you can’t.’ “Your head doing ok?” Warrior asked gently, brows furrowing in concern. “You took a lot of hard hits.” That made her blink in surprise- he was asking after her well-being?- and she threw her gaze across the room. “I’m fine,” she said automatically, “don’t worry about it.” She shoved an apple in her mouth so she wouldn’t have to say more. But… part of her wanted to. Why did she want to? She took a loud chomp from her apple, burying her confusion in the bliss of pain relief. For a minute, her noisy crunching was the only sound. Eventually, Warrior spoke “So- hey, that fight was amazing,” Warrior admitted. “The location not so much, but Y’know- us fighters don’t choose the dance floor, we just dance!” That managed to draw a snicker from Beast, ghost of a smile twitching at her lips. “Hah, yeah. Surprised I didn’t smash any furniture,” she joked back hesitantly. When he laughed heartily, she couldn’t still the pleased wag of her tail. “HA! You’re right! We oughta find a real sparring arena next time we tussle,” Warrior beamed. Beast blinked owlishly, and he seemed to realize what he said. “Ah, uh-“ he flashed a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, if you wanna fight again. I had a lotta fun, and I’m sure everyone would love to see you outta your room more!” Beast was silent. Considering. She… wasn’t gonna get rid of this guy, it seemed. He was a good fighter… extra practice wouldn’t hurt. And maybe it would be better not to miss breakfast before she had to fight. She didn’t have to get buddy buddy with everyone. Just… exist in the same space. Like a hawk and a herd of deer. Finally, she gave a short nod. “Alright. Give me a heads up when you wanna spar,” she said gruffly, trying not to let her tail wag as Warrior beamed like the sun. “And don’t wake me up by yelling again. Wait till I’m up and moving to do your dumb morning screaming, ok?” He snickered, and she elbowed him roughly. “I’m serious! I’ll kick your ass again!” “Save it for the sparring arena!” Warrior laughed. With a wave and a warm smile, he headed off down the hall. “Catch you later, Beast!” “Not if I do first!” Beast yelled back. He turned down the hall a moment later, stage crew sweeping him away. And he was gone. Beast’s tail ticked from side to side in the quiet. … had she just made a friend? ‘Pssh, no. He’s a sparring partner. That’s it,’ she told herself. Shaking her head, she shoved aside thoughts of the bubbly blue fellow. She had a dungeon round to prepare for. She stalked off down the hall without a moment more, weaving through stage staff back towards her den. ‘C’mon. Focus.’ She had a game to win.

[sfb123]

Do you guys remember before I wrote fics, when I used to write food reviews for TRR? Well I did, and I do still plan to get back to that someday.

Today, I am going to return to my roots… kind of. There was just so much terrible food, and food related activity that I felt like it was my duty, as a fictional food reviewer, to comment on it. So may I present…

First of all, Chef Martin looks like an asshole. Probably the most punchable face in Choices history. And his menu options only made me want to punch him more. Fuck this guy. 

If you know me, or have followed A Taste of Cordonia, you know I’m a girl that loves a good glass of champagne. Is it mostly for the aesthetic of looking fancier than I actually am? Yes, 100%.

*Side note, since our last culinary journey, I have made a discovery. Edible glitter. Throw a spoonful of that in your champagne and it’s extra fancy as fuck. That was my New Year’s Eve.*

This concoction however, I am torn about. Berries, great. Love a good berry. Except raspberry, not really my scene. I can get past it in a drink if I have to, could we throw some Midori in there instead? No, wait, never mind, that might be gross. 

Wait...

Would it be? Should I try it? I think I might try it...

... with GLITTER! ✨  

As for the bourbon situation, that seems like a drink for the old timey business man types that will inevitably be invited to the wedding. They’ll sneak away with their gross old man drinks and some cigars on the veranda while making off color jokes about “the good old days.” 

I chose the champagne cocktail. 

What the actual fuck. They know there are going to be seven year old boys at this wedding, right? Is there going to be a kids option of like chicken fingers or something? If so, can I opt for that? 

OCTOPUS?! Gross dude. First of all, I’m pretty sure it’s well known at this point that I do not do seafood, of any kind. Not even the normal stuff. If you’re going to braise something, shoot ya girl a short rib. 

How do you even eat that thing? Are you supposed to eat the suction cups? Or do you just suck the meat out of it like with lobster? 

Second of all, I know they’re different, but I am an adopted member of House Beaumont, in squidly solidarity, I am utterly appalled that they would harm such a majestic creature. Yes, I know, wrong book. So sue me, my heart will always be in Cordonia.

Bean salad just sounds gross. Could it be because I don’t like beans of any kind? Yeah, probably. And if you zoom in on that picture, it definitely looks more like a soup than a salad. I also don’t do soups, so strike two. 

There is honestly no winning here, they both sound gross, they both look disgusting, and I bet they both smell bad too. 

I chose the bean salad. At least there won’t be a bunch of octopus that have died in vein when nobody touches their abomination of a “dish”. 

Whatever happened to chicken or beef at a wedding? Yes, fish is also a suitable option. And I guess duck is kind of a version of chicken? But I feel like a swanky wedding like this would have some kind of fancy steak option. 

... that I would get without question, because if you eat red meat and don’t choose it when you’re invited to a wedding, you’re doing it wrong. 

I’m about to say something incredibly hypocritical, I will be the first one to admit it, so I don’t need you guys pointing it out to me. Okay, here we go...

I love ducks, I can’t imagine ever eating one. 

Yes, I love pigs, and I still eat the fuck out of bacon and other pork products. Yes, I love cows, and y’all just heard my rant about fancy steaks at weddings. Chickens are cool, but I’ll fuck up a good chicken parm, and don’t even get me started on chickey fingies (that’s what I call chicken fingers, because I am emotionally 5 years old most of the time). 

My dream in life is to have a pet duck and name it Duckster. I don’t dream about getting pet pigs, or cows, or chickens, so that’s the difference in my head. It’s stupid, and irrational, but have you heard some of my reasons for not eating things? Then I’m sure you’ve come to expect it from me. 

Now that we’ve ruled out the main feature of the dish, let me tear apart the rest of it. I don’t like red wine, so I can’t imagine I would enjoy that sauce. Polenta? I literally had to google it because I thought that was a kind of cheese (I got polenta and pimento mixed up). Google defined it as “cornmeal mush”. I truly do not think they could have made it sound any less appealing. It sounds like baby food or something, not at all like something I would ever want to put in my mouth. And definitely not something that should be served at a fancy rich person wedding. 

The other option, is more seafood. FML. Let me say it one more time for the people in the back, I. Hate. Seafood. It’s gross, it makes me gag to even just smell it, let alone have it anywhere near my taste buds. What this option did have going for it, was the pesto. If you ask me, pesto is the best-o (that’s just a fun little joke I like to throw around from time to time 😉). But here’s the thing, shouldn't the pesto be over the salmon, not under it? That is how sauce works, right? It’s basically asparagus pesto with a hunk of fish dropped on top of it. 

I chose the salmon. One, because I couldn’t do that to my dearest Duckster, and two, because at least it had pesto. I’ll just save my roll from the bread basket (unless it’s not normal bread and they do some weird thing with it, which they probably will), and dip it in the pesto. That should hold me until I hit the drive thru on the way home. 

That being said, do you think Door Dash will deliver to a wedding venue in Mexico? 

Alright, now we’re talking. Let me at that cake! Yummy in my tummy! 

Pretty standard offerings, which is appreciated after the parade of yuck that we’ve been dealing with. Chocolate and vanilla are my jam. Dream option, mix the two and have a marble wedding cake. Strawberry is fine, but it will never be my first choice for a dessert (unless they are actual strawberries, dipped in chocolate). 

In the real world, when you have a multi-tier cake, you could usually pick multiple flavors (fun fact, my wedding cake was 3 tiered and our flavors were red velvet, vanilla with some kind of fruit or berry thing between layers, and funfetti). But Chef Asshole only lets you pick one. Apparently his pastry chef can’t handle multitasking. 

I went for the vanilla, I felt like it was a lighter, simpler, choice for a wedding. 

------

Then things get kind of weird... 

Diamond scene in the restaurant kitchen, violated probably like a million health codes. And 100% there was probably a sous-chef, or that damn pastry chef in the pantry or something trying to get ready for the dinner rush when these two horn dogs come barreling in and making a mess of everything. 

I like strawberries. Preferably dipped in chocolate or whipped cream (which also makes them sexier, BTW), but I do go back to basics and eat them plain as well. I actually had some earlier today as a matter of fact. 

I like strawberries, but I don’t really like strawberry flavored things (ice cream, cookies, cake, etc).

That’s all I’ve got on strawberries. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Seriously? He decided to use red hot chili peppers? Sam Dalton, suck my kiss (IYKYK. Also, sorry not sorry). 

But for real, what a horribly unsexy idea. Here was his reasoning behind it:

“Chili peppers get your heart racing and your adrenaline going... stimulating the body.”

You know what else they do, Sam? Give you bad breath and the runs. What the fuck is sexy about that? 

Also, where do you think you’re putting your fingers after you touch those things? Because ouch. 

I don’t like any heat in my food, so this is an immediate no for me. 

This is clearly some kind of a soufflé or lava cake, not chocolate sauce. But it’s chocolate, so let’s go. Can someone grab me the rest of those strawberries from before? 

No? The strawberries are gone? Okay, I’ll need to put the chocolate on something else then...

Perfect! 10/10 for presentation (for either option, honestly). 

I mean, what can I say about chocolate? I love it, it’s delicious. I think it’s quite obvious that I’m a fan. Let’s just have a Willy Wonka themed wedding and make the whole menu chocolate. The invitations cold be golden tickets, it would actually be super cute. 

That’s me, I’m Augustus Gloop.

[mooskeleton]

🛑School Spirits Episode 7 Spoilers🛑

Okay so I have a theory, for those of y’all who don’t want to read that much just look for the timelines, also disclaimer not everything might be perfect info so feel free to correct me if I get something wrong :)!!!

In episode 7 we see Maddie’s mom, Sandra, sitting in her daughter’s room with a thick envelope. She’s clearly distressed in some capacity by it and decides to hide it in Maddie’s dresser. I think this is the money, and her hiding it in Maddie’s room is important.

Later, we see Simon and Nicole realize someone took the money, and Simon asks if Sandra followed her, to which Nicole reacts confused and a tad spooked, “why would Sandra take this money?”

This immediately triggers a bunch of blurry flashbacks and I think the scenes they show are important.

1. Sandra arriving at the school and hitting a curb, which was shown to us not long after Maddie reveals her mom is not supposed to be home for another 2-3 weeks (iirc).

2. Maddie reacting to the event, showing us that she is aware that her mother is back, first of all, but more importantly that she showed up at the school for some reason. It is revealed in one of the episodes that Sandra was not exactly involved in her daughter’s education so her showing up at the school, even if you ignore her supposedly being gone another 2-3 weeks. So, Maddie sees her mom show up at school weeks early and clearly in a bad state (potentially drunk driving) so she is likely concerned.

3. Maddie walking down the hall looking upset or stressed about something, all while playing with her necklace emphasizing that she had it as she walked toward this destination. I doubt the directors would’ve told her to do this if it weren’t important in some way, as it is a short scene that is very plot heavy so it needs to convey its intended message in a small period of time, so why give attention to something unimportant? She is also, quite clearly, in the school.

4. Maddie and her mom argue. The first time I saw this I assumed it was just a flashback to a fight at home but as I thought about it I realized there is no evidence of this. Despite the previous 3 scenes being fairly linear, I just assumed this one had nothing to do with them. But if her mom is at home, why is she wearing what looks like a coat, and why is Maddie in the outfit she died in throughout this sequence? So, hear me out, this is in the school.

The most important part of scene 4 to me is the dialogue, which is the explanation for a huge aspect of my timeline I’ll provide later. It goes like:

Sandra: You’re being a brat!

Maddie: that belongs to me!

Sandra: you have to get over it!

Sure sounds like that might be related to the money that the episode is so focused on, huh?

My theory’s interpretation of this flashback sequence is a prelude to Maddie’s death. While this show doesn’t shy away from darker topics, it has never shown a death scene, rather the build-up and aftermath (which I very much appreciate, but that’s another thing entirely lol) and I doubt they would start right before the big finale, so I think this is the prelude. The timeline would go something like:

1. Maddie realizes her mom is back early, not only that but is at her school (unusual) and might be drunk (alarming)

2. Maddie goes to find her mom, who is very much drunk, and freaks out that someone might see her mom like this so she somehow gets the two of them into the first secluded room she can think of in the middle of a school day: the boiler room.

3. Maddie’s mom reveals the reason she is there is because she found out about the money and wants to use it to pay off debts she’s accumulated over her years of being an alcoholic who clearly is not able to care for herself enough to get a stable job.

4. Maddie, rightfully upset and frustrated, argues that since the money is hers, her mom has no right to take it, and probably provides the many reasons a high schooler aiming for a big university needs money.

5. In a fit of drunken rage, Sandra injures her enough to draw a considerable amount of blood and knock her over. Maybe she uses the crowbar?

6. Out of shock, Sandra runs off, and her brain blocks out the memory through a mixture of how drunk she was and blocking it out because it was traumatic. She is more determined than anyone that Maddie ran away because she’s mad at her, maybe because she’s aware something happened between them but is unaware of the true nature of it all.

I think at some point she takes Maddie’s necklace, because she knows it’s important to her daughter. Why would someone else take the necklace? Idk, I can’t figure this one out but the mom makes the most sense for a potential necklace thief

Here’s where my theory kinda becomes two, sorry

7A. Maddie dies at the hands of her mom.

8A. The counsellor is a ferryman of sorts but has become lonely and jaded and doesn’t want people to move on because it means he’ll be alone again so he intentionally keeps info from them and holds them back.

Where my theory gets foggy is with Maddie’s death. By that I mean how Maddy was hit with a crowbar and dragged through a tunnel to hide the body. Maddie’s mom is not a good person, but I don’t believe she’s a monster who would hit her daughter with a crowbar and hide the body, especially since she’s been shown multiple times to be unable to care for herself or remember things or even clean up after herself. What reason would she have to use the crowbar? How could she have planned a disposal in the state i theorize she was in?

Sandra does seem to show genuine anger towards the janitor suspected of harming her daughter, and while you could argue she did that on purpose to make her sadness believable, with how distraught and mentally frail she is I really doubt she’s capable of scheming at that level right now.

That’s where the counsellor dude comes in. He’s clearly not good, and something is up with him. He seemed almost desperate to know more when it was slightly hinted that Maddie may have contact with the living, and that leads me to wonder if the ghosts may be capable of more, but are unable to find that out because from day one you’re encouraged to leave the living alone and focus on the sessions, and don’t forget, nobody can interact with the living!

Also, a thing I want to point out bc it’s important to the next part is how nobody, more importantly none of the ghosts, were there when Maddie died and her whole situation is iffy, but when the swimming girl almost dies there’s a bunch of ghosts around, so nobody (the counsellor) can mess with her spirit because of the witnesses.

So to continue my timeline, though this part I’m less sure of;

7. The counsellor sees an opportunity to do something when Maddie is on the brink of death and nobody is around.

8A. The counsellor somehow manipulates the physical world of the living and hides her body somewhere

8B. The counsellor either out of cruel curiosity experimentation or a desperation to help has Janet take over Maddie’s body, somehow kill Maddie out of her body with the crowbar, then take over her body and run off with her stuff into the woods in some abandoned house.

Idk what the motive would be for either of these but hey it’s just a theory, a gam-

So basically,

Sandra injures Maddie, the counsellor is heavily involved. Janet will be important later.

[sassyfrassboss]

Do y’all think, if Meghan had a magic ball and knew that COVID would hit, PP dies, and then TQ dies all within 3 years, would she have left the family? Or would she have stayed?

Her ego is too big. She’d have left no matter what. If she had a crystal ball, she’d probably leave sooner to get all her deals and content done when everyone was stuck at home doing nothing but watching Netflix.

The only way she would have stayed is if the BRF gave her exactly what she wanted - President of the Commonwealth, Diana’s engagement ring, the Vladimir tiara, and the best engagements. But then the BRF would be in a “if you give a mouse a cookie” situation.

Also the thing about Meghan is she’s always a dollar short and a week late. Even if she had the crystal ball to see that the world and her station would change so dramatically in 3 years, she’d still be late on the ball and somehow she’d still muck all of it up. That’s her karma.

Hahaha! If you give a mouse a cookie! I’m totally stealing this if you don’t mind!? I haven’t heard that in years!

I’m torn cause I think she wanted to do her own thing and make her billions but I also think she might have waited it out because she would now be more prominent.

However, she doesn’t have the patience so she never would have lasted 3 more years waiting.

[dearly-beeloved]

The Early Days in Leide

references endgame events of FFXV, gives more context to Union Upon Reunion and Miel, Parts I-IV

Thank the Six Cindy had been able to get both Miel and Acheta jobs.

Well, of course she’d gotten Acheta a job; Cindy had pulled her into the garage and now Acheta wore coveralls, sleeves tied around her waist and her shoulders getting a lot of desert sun in her tank top.

But Cindy had had to pop next door to the little diner (Hammer diner, the signs outside read, though it was called Takka’s Pit Stop), asking “y’all need a waitress?” with Miel stepping cautiously behind her. The owner had put her in an apron immediately.

So wait tables she did, chewing gum and taking orders and sometimes cooking. The days she did cook, there were lots of extra things on the menu—mostly made of whatever was brought in, or what was left over from the day before.

And she did that most of the time so she could take it home to the apartment she’d claimed for her own, so she had something to eat.

And she still had to answer Delph’s text. Apparently, Prompto wanted to see her, and Delph needed to know Miel was okay.

“Okay” was so relative. She snapped her gum and pretended waitressing was so boring, but it was a front. The whole time, as she took down orders—that with extra pepper, this on the side, I know you said no substitutions but—there was chatter in her mind. The last of the Line of Apis, waitressing and fixing cars. Orphans. Acheta lost her ‘parents’ twice. Mom and Dad died in each other’s arms, and you weren’t at school that day, so you didn’t die. Miss Lumine, they keep calling you, Miss Lumine, Miss Lumine. The clickety-clack of the train as you entered Leide, your new home. Prompto’s alive, Delph’s alive, but they’ll think you’re dead if you don’t just answer Delph so stop scaring her.

But she did answer Delph, sitting against the wall of her apartment—she didn’t have a couch yet, would have to get one and a bed someday soon—typing slowly.

“Hey Delph. Yeah, just shaken—” Why say that when “shaken” didn’t begin to cover it? Orphaned, her mind whispered.

“I’m okay.” Too short. Delph might still be worried.

“Thank you for asking—” Oh, absolutely not.

“I’m alive, but in mourning. By Hammerhead. Doubt it.” There. All statements and questions addressed. She dropped her phone into her lap and hung her head.

_

It only got worse as the nights grew longer. She hadn’t heard from Prompto or Delphine in what felt like centuries… well, she’d never really heard from Prompto at all, hadn’t seen him since his last day in Insomnia.

Only a few days before she’d lost most of what she knew to be life.  

And now the daemons were running around, and someone had to do something. A hunter outpost was being erected more or less in the diner, so she joined them.

“You’re a little short and fat to hunt,” they’d told her, before they learned not to, having seen her in action.

“What skills do you have to hunt with?” they asked before she swung up into a tree, arrow trained and then loosed into the first thing to cross her vision—nothing large, but certainly not unformidable if you were caught unaware.

Then she got the bike, and had Acheta fix it up for her. She could go on solo hunts now, take off her apron and put on something more protective, settle into the bike’s seat and tool off into the cool desert night to find something to kill.

If Prompto missed her, why did he never contact her?

Miel got news sometimes, if she scanned the papers before they got divvied up for other uses, of what had been the coliseum crew, now hunting. She never saw “Auroris, D. E.” among the deceased, so that was good.

She never saw, “Argentum, P. N.” either, but so much of Prompto’s movement through the land was under the table that maybe she never would see his name, let alone him, ever again.

But she never got closure, so the crush—oh, no need to reduce it, she told herself, to infantilize it to schoolgirl daydreams; just call it love, it had been nearly a decade—never really went away. She just stopped feeding it.

But still, one day she’d gone out after a 12-hour shift (her first mistake), and found something big, but nearly dead. She couldn’t kill it with arrows launched from her bike, but…

She dug in her “saddlebags” and fished out a knife. She’d never been excellent at this, but she’d always been good enough. She stopped the bike, letting it idle to keep some noise to buzz in the back of her mind, drew back, and with a snap, let the knife go, spinning until it struck and plunged deep enough to finally get at the heart of the beast before her.

She thanked whomever had weakened it enough that she’d been able to take it down with five arrows and a thrown knife, and turned off her bike, swinging off it to go collect what was hers.

One arrow dropped to the ground, then two, and three, and four. With the fifth arrow she removed, closer to the heart, some blood trickled out, dripping onto her boots. And then, the knife.

With the knife, at the heart, came a bullet. It hit the steel toe of her boots, and the noise it made got her attention. She picked it up out of the sand, and only one word—really, a proper noun—came to her mind.

Prompto.

Prompto had nearly taken this thing down, maybe with help, and considering that it was still alive, she could only guess at the outcome.

The most likely possibility? Not one she wanted to think about. But she did anyway, tears rolling down her cheeks, washing away the blood and dust.

It wasn’t fair.

When she got back to her apartment at close to morning, at which she scoffed, because there hadn’t been “morning” in way too long a time, she brushed off the overwhelming grief she’d experienced as a mix of her hopes that Prompto was around getting dashed, and tiredness from her long shift and then long fight.

She wasn’t crying out of anything other than frustration, she told herself. She threaded the bullet onto a chain anyway, still in wishful thinking, threw it around her neck, where it settled with her tags, and flopped onto her bed to fall asleep.

She’d have to be up soon enough to get to work, anyway.

_

For a year—maybe… how do you count a year, or even a week, when there are no days? Just an endless cycle of alarms for 6 AM and 6 PM, with single beeps for noon and midnight, 365 times. So for a year, she guessed, she wore the bullet and her tags, and she rode out into the desert killing anything she came across before it got too close to any humans. If she went out to them, it was safer.

And she never got any thanks for it; she didn’t expect to. That was just what hunters did, even if she was going a little further past her duty than most would.

But if she was honest, it was more of a personal thing—she was going to kill any daemon she saw because if they didn’t care who they killed, would they care about the consequences?

She knew it wasn’t going to bring anyone back—not her mom and dad, who hadn’t even died by daemons, it had probably been shrapnel— and not Prompto, either. And for that, she felt guilty. There was no real reason to be doing this.

Well, other than protecting anyone at the outpost. She’d do it for them. But still. It left her worn out beyond belief, and it saddened her that she’d ended up surrendering her twenties to darkness and grief.

So what a pleasant surprise when one day, she heard her name and “hunt” in the same breath, and when she went over to talk to the guy who was being told about her, she found herself looking into cornflower-blue eyes, and suddenly the love she’d nearly abandoned re-awoke, demanding she feed it again.  

And she didn’t see him all the time; it wasn’t like he stayed by her side at all times, but when he was in the area, he had a hunting partner. Sometime down the line, she heard that Talcott had told Noctis that Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto all hunted together when they were together. And that was true. She didn’t know who they hunted with on their own time, but she did know for Prompto.

…and hunt wasn’t all they did together. She wasn’t one to kiss and tell, but it became common knowledge pretty quickly around the outpost that the vivacity that rippled through Miel when Prompto was due to come into town wasn’t a lust for blood.

It was a lust for something else.