#but if not then at least now you know i didn't completely abandon your prompt!

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Pretty Girls Covered In Grease Do Crazy Things To Me

content: leo valdez x reader fic warning: NSFW, complete smut under the cut, OBVIOUSLY AGED UP LATE LATE 20'S YALL, author's note: i have no excuse....i would like to formally apologize for this made me a monster fr...not proofread in the slightest and literally just written

it started out with an innocent offer. how the hell it ended up like this, leo had no clue.

that's a lie, he knew exactly how. having y/n around makes him radioactive with less than wholesome thoughts on daily basis, now cover her in grease and get her working up a sweat and he was a goner. worse than a goner...he was a horndog.

it was a simply offer of help and a simple acceptance of the aforementioned help. and yet, here leo was, doing even less work and drooling over his girlfriend. who, apparently, was completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. she apparently didn't know that rubbing grease over her - his - white tank top, right where her tits were, was extremely sensual. she apparently didn't realize that every time she leaned into the hood of the car, her pants would slide down and give leo just a tease of her red lace thong. apparently, she had no fucking clue, based on the innocent and sweet smiles she'd shoot over her shoulder at leo.

she was going to ruin him, surely. completely and utterly ruin him. or, at least, his pants

"leo, could you hand me that wrench?"

he heard your voice, he swears. he even grabbed the damn wrench, but the moment he spun around and saw you on your tippy toes, leaning into the car with one hand held out to him and your whole thong basically on display for him, he lost all train of thought and action. he froze, like an idiot, basically foaming at the mouth with the wrench steadily slipping out of his hand.

"leo?" you prompted, a little louder and something like a whine in your voice. leo lost it, a little groan leaving his lips and the wrench clattering against the ground. you pulled yourself from the engine, spinning around and looking at leo with worry, tilting your head and your lips pouting out.

"are you okay, leo-"

"keep saying my name," leo managed to grasp out, taking large strides towards you before smashing his lips against yours. a muffled moan left your lips at the sudden impact but you recovered quickly, your hands roaming over his shoulders and chest. leo reached down and squeezed your ass before giving a gentle pat, a signal you knew. without much separation of your lips, you hopped up and leo easily caught your thighs and pulled your hips to meet his. another muffled moan left your lips as you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

leo carried you over to his workbench, only breaking away from you long enough to shove meaningless projects straight to the ground. he sat you on top of the desk, his lips finding home against yours for a few more minutes before he pulled away and all but ripped your shirt off.

"leo!" you squealed, laughing as he flung it away to gods know where, a smirk on his face as he took in the red lace bra. he hooked his finger on one of the straps, steadily tugging it down your arm

"wear this for me, baby?"

"always, valdez."

"that's what i like to hear," he taunted before abandoning your bra and slowly going down to your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing the button of your jeans and tugging the zipper down, revealing the matching panties that had been teasing at him allllllll afternoon.

"you like?" you question with heaving breaths.

"no," leo started, looking up at you through his lashes with a smirk, "i love."

"well, i think you'd love them more if they were off me," you offer, shooting forwards and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips

"You know me so well, princesa," he mused, which then led to a flurry of clothes flying off and landing in places that were gonna piss them off later but leo couldn't fidn it in him to care as he met your lips again, his fingers brushing over your breasts.

"i love to be in between your thighs doing my thing, baby, but i can't- i can't go another moment without being inside of you," leo all but whimpered against your lips. he was desperate, you always left him so whiney and so clingy.

"you're always so good to me, leo, let me take care of you," you whisper against his lips before shoving against his shoulder, pushing until he was sitting against the workbench. he looked up at you, eyes glassy with want and his hands quickly finding your waist as you climbed into his lap.

"f-fuck, baby," leo moaned as you sunk down, your head resting against his shoulder as you heaved in breathes. leo pushed his head agaisnt yours, whispering words of encouragements and praise into your ear, pressing kisses and sucking hickeys into any skin he could reach. he could feel your nails dragging and cutting across his back, leaving the poor guy reeling.

"gods, i- i don't think i can move," you mutter against leo's shoulder, following up with a few kisses and leo laughs lightly.

"my sensitive girl," he states and he could feel the reaction you had to his words, squeezing him tighter even though he didn't think you would even be able to do that, " if you keep squeezing me like that, we're gonna have problems."

"you know you can't say shit like that to me, asshole," you groan against his shoulder, solidifying your words with a circle of your hips against his, both of you moaning out at the movement. leo tightened his grip on your hips, both forcing you to move and wanting you to stop, but surely leaving you with bruises in the shape of his fingers.

"oh, so now i'm the tease? i don't think so," leo huffed, snapping his hips into yours and enjoying the way your head instantly fell back and your eyes squeezed shut.

"i- i- i don't know what you're talking about," you managed to gasp out between his thrusts and leo would have believe you, if it wasn't for the wide smirk that stretched across your lips.

"don't lie to me."

"okay- okay, i...gods- i planned it all! wore- fuck, leo, slo-slow down- i wore your fucking shirt and baggy jeans to- gods, shit- to turn you on!" you fight through your sentence, getting interrupted by your own pleasure. seeing you get off was steadily getting leo off, the boy beginning to huff under you as he steadily slammed up into you.

"fuck, you want me that bad?" taunted leo, though his voice shook on that statement.

"a- always," you moan, your whole body basically shaking, "leo-"

"i- i know. i got you, baby, i got you," leo muttered agasint your neck. you didn't need much more, instantly combusting from all the build up and nearly falling limp against leo's chest. you pushed leo over the edge, a few more thrusts before he was pulling out and finishing against his stomach with a groan. as hot as you were, you and leo did not need kids yet. you stayed nuzzled against leo's chest, both of you just trying to recover your breath.

"did you really plan it all?" leo whispered and you hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the apex of his shoulder. leo felt himself twitch at the thought, nearly growing hard at the thought of you purposefully wearing that matching red set to get his attention.

i guess that offer wasn't as innocent as he first thought.

[sinkovia]

Black Market: III

Hitman Simon Riley x Doctor Fem!Reader

In desperate need of money to clear a million-dollar debt, you accept Simon's offer to become his personal doctor, earning twenty percent of each contract he completes. But as you plunge back into the black market, ghosts from your past emerge, threatening to unravel everything you've worked so hard to run away from.

Mention of sexual assault, mention of Simon Riley's canon backstory, light angst.

Masterlist - Black Market Masterlist

A few weeks passed and with thousands of dollars now sitting in your bank account, you began to reassess the deal you had made with Simon, realizing that it wasn't as terrible as you had initially thought. Slowly, you found yourself lowering your defenses and growing more at ease in his presence and the space around you.

Simon respected your wish to not accompany him on contracts, so you found yourself reluctantly harvesting organs from someone he had killed just minutes ago. It was a grim task, but you saw it as the least you could do for him being so cooperative with your demands.

As you worked, Simon leaned against the counter, watching you tear apart the insides of the man and carefully placing his organs into iced containers. "Thought you wanted to save lives? Here you are tearing into a man I only killed minutes ago," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"You offered me twenty thousand knowing I'm in desperate need of money. You're a sick man, Simon," you retorted, continuing your work without missing a beat. Simon simply smiled, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

He looked at the dead man split in half on the table and then to you, marveling at your focused precision and fast hands as you expertly took him apart.

"You think you could've brought him back?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. You smiled as you took out the last part, carefully placing his heart in the ice chest and sealing the container shut. Then, you turned to Simon, your smile lingering.

"I know I could have," you replied confidently. "But he would have been brain dead."

With that, you took off your gloves and sighed before heading up the steps to your bedroom for a much-needed shower. Simon remained in the basement, his mind swirling with questions about you. He had never cared for anyone before; his life had revolved around accepting contracts and killing people for money. 

No socializing, no interests, no curiosity for other people. But you were different. There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him want to peel back the layers and uncover your past.

Simon formed a plan in his head to extract any sliver of information from you that would allow him to delve into your history. He needed to know what made you such a skilled doctor at such a young age, considering that medical school takes years of study and experience to achieve the level of proficiency you display. 

You were lying in bed, engrossed in the book that Simon had so graciously bought for you when the savory aroma of garlic and herbs wafted into the room.

Your stomach grumbled in response, prompting you to abandon your reading and make your way to the kitchen. Simon looked up as he set two plates down on the dining table.

"Made you dinner to make up for earlier,"

You raised a skeptical eyebrow as you surveyed the meal before you, but your doubts vanished the moment you took the first bite. "Holy shit, I didn't think you knew how to cook like this," genuine surprise evident in your tone.

A smile tugged at Simon's lips at your reaction. "Wanted to be a cook when I was younger," he admitted casually.

Which hadn’t been a lie, when he was younger he dreamed of opening his own restaurant.

Your eyebrows raised at his revelation. You hadn't expected him to be so open about himself. Relaxing into your chair, you took a sip of wine before sharing a bit of your own past. "I wanted to be a florist."

Simon's interest was piqued, finally getting a glimpse into your backstory. "Florist to surgeon? Pretty different occupations," he remarked, taking a sip of his own wine.

You laughed as you finished your glass and reached for the bottle to pour yourself more. "From a cook to a hitman?" you teased lightly.

Simon grinned in response. "Fair enough.”

Curious about what had steered him away from his childhood dream, you prodded gently, "What steered you away?"

Simon's expression shifted briefly, a flicker of memories passing through his eyes as he glanced down at his plate. "Different circumstances,"

Reflecting on your own past, you nodded in understanding. "Yeah, me too," you murmured, the weight of shared experiences hanging in the air between you.

As the evening wore on and a few more glasses of wine were shared between you and Simon, you found yourself loosening up. Eventually, you began to vent about your past jobs, particularly about a hospital where the nurses were brain dead fucks. You launched into a rant about all of them, each one seemingly worse than the last.

Simon listened intently, his grin widening as he realized the wealth of information you were unwittingly providing him. With each complaint, he mentally cataloged the names and details, knowing that he now had enough clues to get a glimpse into your past.

That night as you slept upstairs, Simon delved into the depths of the internet, scouring through various websites until he stumbled upon a list of old employers associated with your previous job. It didn't take long for him to piece together the missing parts of your identity, and soon enough, he discovered your last name.

Simon navigated through the dark web, his fingers typing in your name with a mixture of curiosity. What he found made his stomach clench.

Before him lay a website, one he was all too familiar with, an organization specializing in sex work. As he scrolled through, he saw old listings featuring you, offering your services for hire. He glanced away when he clicked on a link and saw pictures of you dressed in scant clothing, your eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and fear.

You were only a teenager, no older than seventeen.

His eyes read over an old listing offering a hefty reward for anyone who could locate and return you to them. 

It didn't even cross his mind to entertain the idea of betraying you. In his eyes, you were worth infinitely more than any sum of money or reward. As he sat there, reflecting on your past and the horrors you endured, he couldn't fathom the thought of dragging you back into that nightmarish world.

Your value to him went beyond any material gain, your skill as a doctor made you irreplaceable. And as someone who understood the pain of being used, he couldn't bear the thought of subjecting you to that kind of life again.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, everything suddenly made sense, your reluctance to work for him, your aversion to joining him on contracts.

He hadn't expected you to be remotely tied to the black market, let alone be a victim of it. He had unknowingly brought you back to a world you were desperately trying to escape.

You find yourself unable to sleep, plagued by a throbbing headache that refuses to go away. Desperate for relief, you make your way down to the basement in search of Advil, hoping it will alleviate the pounding in your head. As you reach the last step of the basement you see simon at his desk with his back turned toward you.

Your eyes glance at the computer screen and your heart plummets.

Images of your younger self, captured and exploited, sold into a life of servitude and suffering. The shock of seeing your own face reflected back at you in such a vulnerable state leaves you reeling, the pain in your head momentarily forgotten in the wake of this unwelcome intrusion into your past.

"Happy with what you found?" The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, your voice tinged with bitterness. Simon's startled expression told you he hadn't anticipated your arrival, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and guilt.

"Just wanted to know who you were… wanted to know why you didn’t want to work for me," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from the screen, the images of your younger self serving as a painful reminder of the horrors you endured.

"Sometimes people want their lives and past to be private," you murmured, your words heavy with the weight of years of suffering and trauma.

Simon knew that feeling better than anyone.

"I'm sorry," Simon offered, his apology hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

"No, you're not," you muttered bitterly, turning away and ascending the steps. As you disappeared from view, he sighed heavily, sinking back into his chair.

“Fuckin hell.”

The next morning, you found Simon waiting for you with breakfast prepared, a silent acknowledgment of his attempt to bridge the gap between you. Awkwardly, you took your seat at the table, the tension between you thick as you both ate in silence. The weight of his invasion of your privacy hung heavily in the air.

But then, as if unable to bear the tension any longer, Simon spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of his own past.

"The reason I didn't pursue my dream as a kid was because I enlisted in the military… my captain sold me out and I was captured, tortured, and used... anything to break my will and force me into blind obedience to their commands."

"I escaped," he continued, "After being buried alive and digging my way out with the jaw of the rotting corpse I was buried with. I made it home, went to therapy, and fixed my family troubles."

As he spoke, you could feel the weight of his trauma, the scars etched into his very being. "My teammates were also captured, but they were brainwashed. When I returned home one night, I found my family dead, my former team being responsible for their deaths. I hunted them down with the help of the black market and killed them. Since then, I've remained in this line of work.."

You sat there in stunned silence, his words sinking in like heavy stones in a pond. Simon continued to eat as if what he had just revealed was just another fact of life.

In that moment, you realized he already knew so much about your past; perhaps it was time to lay it all bare. With a heavy heart, you met his gaze, finding a shared understanding in the depths of his eyes.

“I was seventeen when a few men broke into my house one night, dragged me and my parents into the living room, and made me watch as they tortured my dad and had their way with my mom before killing the both of them.”

Your focus shifted to the small droplets of water falling against the side of your cup, each one mirroring the weight of the memories you carried.

“I was sold around before I made my way to the organization you were looking at last night. There was a group of us, we were sold to different men for our services.” The room fell silent as you paused, your gaze dropping to your lap for a few moments.

Simon, ever perceptive, sensed your discomfort in revisiting those painful moments from your past. “You don't have to talk about it, love,” he said gently, his voice carrying an understanding tone. “I understand—”

“A lot of the girls were rebellious, so they would get taught lessons,” you cut him off, your voice carrying the weight of each painful memory.

“That's where I learned how to patch up the girls with very little supplies. The man in charge noticed, so he made me start patching up the men who worked for him.” You picked at the skin around your nails as you furrowed your brows. Simon’s gaze never left you, his eyes bouncing over your facial expressions.

“Their injuries weren’t just simple scratches and cuts. They would get stabbed, or shot, and when I failed to save one of them, he made me watch as he tortured one of the girls, killing her slowly as my punishment… It happened two more times after that. I wasn't a fucking surgeon, I didn't know what I was doing.” you recounted, your now fingers picking at the hem of the place mat, the memories still haunting you.

“My lack of skill resulted in the deaths of three girls. I spent five years there, playing doctor for him when he needed it and earning him money with my services. During one of my transports for a service, the car was attacked by one of their rivals, which allowed me to escape. Now I'm here.”

The weight of those years is heavy in your voice. The barriers between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a shared understanding of the pain and suffering you both carried within you.

"I became skilled out of necessity; failure meant the death of innocent girls."

You took a deep breath before locking eyes with him. “I'm sorry about what happened to you and your family. You didn't deserve that."

You paused for a second before continuing, "I wish you never enlisted.” His brows furrowed as he studied your expression. “Why?”

“Because you’d be working at some restaurant, and I would have never met you or been dragged back into this business.” Simon exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair.

“You're safe here. We're nowhere near Russia, and if someone tried to fulfill the contract, I’d be here to protect you.” You furrowed your brows, your voice tinged with confusion. “What contract?”

“There’s an eight hundred thousand dollar contract open to whoever can deliver you back to Finn.” Your expression twisted with disgust at the mention of his name, recalling the fear he instilled in you for years.

“When was the contract posted?” Simon shook his head. “Years ago.” You nodded slowly as you picked at your food with your fork.

“I'm sorry, for digging into your past and dragging you back into this, you didn’t deserve that. If you want to leave you can.”  You smiled and scoffed, “And pass up a free bodyguard, free five-star meals, and easy money? Yeah right.” Simon laughed and you smiled.

“Resourceful girl.”

“What can I say.” 

You finished off your breakfast with a comfortable silence and some light back and forth about a new contract Simon was thinking about accepting. Simon picked up both plates and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher.

“A colleague of mine is coming in two weeks or so, he’s going to help me with a contract.” 

You hummed and nodded your head, “Where is he going to stay?”

Simon grabbed a bowl of fruit out of the fridge and started picking at it. “He’s staying here.” You furrowed your brows and leaned against the counter next to Simon, your arm grazing his slightly as you reached for a strawberry in the bowl.

He watched as you brought the plump strawberry to your lips, looking away before you glanced back up at him. “What’s he like?”

“Don’t worry, you're safe around him, he is Scottish though.” You lifted your brow as you looked up at him, “Is being Scottish bad?”

“Bastard will talk your ear off.” 

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[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Crave.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This started out as an Halloween prompt but morphed into something else entirely.

Today is my birthday. I never really enjoyed celebrating birthdays but this time I wanted to celebrate by gifting you one of my favourite things in the world.

So please enjoy this little fic about desperate whiny subby Jake.

I really can't help myself, as much as I adore mean dom Jake, my heart always leads me to picture him as an absolute whiny mess of a good boy.

He makes me want to ruin him.

This was hardly proofread, sorry for any mistakes.

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Word count: 4.9K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, oral (m!receiving), anal play, rimming and digital penetration (m!receiving), toys, sub!jake.

Summary: You were mad at each other. What was the worst thing that could possibly happen?

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The sound of an old western playing on the TV in the living room was starting to get on your nerves as you tried to wrap your head about what you were planning to do.

Jake was sprawled on the sofa, freshly showered, with a throw blanket around his legs and his guitar on his lap.

He was strumming a lazy tune, taking turns between watching the TV and observing you as you worked and gradually lost your mind over the crazy project you had embarked upon because of him.

Jake knew you were fairly talented with the sewing machine, thanks to your grandmother who had taught you everything you needed to know to fix your own clothes.

So he had asked you if you could try to fix his beloved blue jeans that he hardly separated from.

He was basically asking you to perform an extreme rescue operation on them. They were so tattered and torn that you were afraid you would have to toss in the towel and admit defeat.

But Jake had become so attached to them that you really didn't want to let him down.

You had to try at least.

That's why you had spent the entire morning driving around and shopping for any kind of supplies you needed, to perform an action that would have made Doctor Frankenstein jealous.

You had spent the afternoon stitching and unstitching fabric and changing your mind about almost everything you did.

Now the sky was dark outside, your hands were starting to cramp and your fingers hurt from the amount of time you had pierced yourself with the needle. You were starting to lose your mind and on top of that you were starving.

Everything seemed to irritate you the further you went on.

The ticking of the clock on the wall, the buzzing noise of the fridge, the drip of the sink you had never managed to fix were driving you insane the more frustrated you became with the fabric.

But what infuriated you the most was in fact Jake.

He kept staring at you as if he wanted to say or do something. And he had been acting like that the entire day.

In the morning, you had woken up with his needy scorching hot body wrapped around yours and his lips on your neck. You were about to abandon yourself to him but then your eyes had fallen on the alarm clock. You were already late for your errands so with a heavy heart you had to push him away and get dressed quickly.

He had been pouting and huffing ever since that moment, like a child feeling neglected because his mum didn't buy him candies.

He got dressed in silence and even rejected the simple breakfast you offered him, slamming the car door and sighing loudly

When he understood that his behaviour wasn't having his desired effect with you, he decided to plot something else.

You saw the little smirk on his lips the moment the two of you entered the shop.

He disappeared.

You paid his absence no mind and asked the shop assistant about the fabric you were looking for and she motioned you towards a large table completely covered in rolls of said fabric in different colours and shades.

As the shop assistant showed you a roll of what you thought was the perfect choice, you felt Jake’s presence behind you.

He pressed you against the table with his hips, almost imperceptibly for anyone to notice but enough for letting you feel him, hot and hard against your ass.

You were about to ask him what he thought about that fabric when you felt his breathing close to your ear and shivered as he spoke with his raspy voice.

"I don't like it. It looks cheap" he whispered pressing his hips a bit more against yours and then pushing away altogether, succeding in distracting you and leaving your mind completely blank.

He made you turn three different shops completely upside down before deciding what he wanted. And in all three of them he acted like a little brat, pressing himself against you any chance he got and whispering filthy things into your ear that made you blush in front of the shop assistants.

"I wish she wasn't there, so I could press you against this table and make you scream and clench around this neglected cock of mine, angel" he whispered just as you were about to pay for the fabric.

"But maybe she enjoys watching," he continued.

That caused your card to almost slip from your hands and him to snicker in your ear at your clumsiness.

He even had the courage to reprimand you in front of the cashier.

"Careful angel. Here, take my card" he said, handing the cashier his card and succeding in making your blood boil.

So you decided to play his own game and do what irritated him the most.

You kept ignoring him.

Until now, that you needed him to try on his jeans and maybe make the final arrangements.

You had tried a different thing, since mending the rips was impossible without it showing.

You had basted a different layer of jeans fabric, in a slightly darker shade from the original light wash, covering almost the entire leg and creating a contrast that looked great in your opinion.

"Jake, can you come here for a second, please?" You called him from the kitchen.

He huffed and rolled his eyes before slowly placing his guitar on the sofa and standing up, coming into the kitchen and crossing his arm waiting.

You tried your best not to scoff at his behaviour but your hands were hitching for grasping his shoulders and pining him against the wall.

"What?" He asked you as if he really didn't want to be there.

You ignored him and went on as if you hadn't noticed his pout.

"Just try these on for me, I need to see if this fabric is well basted to the leg" you said motioning to the jeans you were holding.

He looked you in the eyes for a few seconds and then, with his eyes still boring holes into yours, he untied his black sweats and let them fall on the ground.

He stepped out of them and then took the jeans from your hands, slowly pulling them up for you to see.

When he had them on, a little smile broke the pout he was still wearing and you felt the tension in the room ease a little.

"Do you like them?" You asked observing how well they fitted him.

"Yeah, I think I do," he told you and smiled.

You noticed a little flaw in the way the two fabrics were basted on the inside of his knee.

"Just, let me check something" you said more to yourself than him, placing a hand on his tummy and pressing him gently against the wall behind him, before dropping to your knees in front of him.

Your fingers slowly reached the inside of his knee and brushed over the fabric.

He gasped and shivered at your touch as if he wasn't expecting that.

You looked up at him, worried.

He wasn't meeting your eyes, his jaw set.

You resumed what you were doing.

You noticed that the problem had affected most of the stitches in the inside of his leg so you turned around to grab the pins to fix it.

Your hand started to make its way upwards on the inside of his thigh towards his crotch.

He tensed at your touch and groaned when your fingers squeezed his muscle.

"Jake, what's wrong?" You asked a little worried.

"Nothing" he answered all too quickly for you to believe him, but you didn't say anything.

You resumed your work and inched your fingers further up his leg.

This time he whimpered and whispered your name.

Your eyes fixated on his face, scrunched up as if he was in pain and then moved downwards, finally becoming aware of the fact that his jeans were becoming tighter and tighter for him.

He twitched in his pants as he saw you were looking right at his crotch.

"Fuck, please" he whispered.

Again, you ignored him.

You started to unstitch the temporary white thread you had used and started to adjust the fabric with your pins.

At some point your fingers slipped and you accidentally stung him on the inside of his thigh.

He whimpered and his hands reached for you. One wrapped around your wrist and the other landed in your hair, caressing you gently.

"Please angel, please" he whispered.

"What do you need, Jake?" You whispered back looking him in the eyes.

"Please, i-it's been all day" he begged, almost whining, desperate.

You pitied him and broke your resolve.

You had tortured him enough.

After all, those big brown doe eyes of his had always been your greatest weakness.

He looked and sounded desperate and you wanted to make him feel good.

You kissed his clothed tummy and you felt his body relax.

His eyes fluttered closed and he whispered a little plea as you lifted his shirt to kiss his soft skin, just underneath his navel.

Your hands pressed on his thighs and you kept nipping and suckling a path down his tummy making him shiver.

You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid them a bit down his legs, just enough to expose the grey boxers he was wearing underneath.

His hands quickly reached up to get rid of that item of clothing but you stopped him immediately.

You grasped his wrists and made him place his hands on the wall.

"Keep your hands there, baby. If you move them you are getting nothing." You whispered back looking him in the eyes.

He groaned and tried to complain but all it took was a look from you to stop him.

He realized you meant business.

You tugged at his jeans to bring them further down, to his knees, and then licked a stripe from his navel to the edge of his boxers, before letting go of his shirt to cover him back up.

Then your gaze moved lower and took in the extent of his arousal.

He was undoubtedly hard and straining in his boxers. You could see the outline of his erection pretty clearly.

At that moment you decided to torture him a bit further.

You moved your head closer to him, not enough for your lips to touch him but enough for him to feel your presence and warmth very close.

He begged you again in less than a minute.

He was so needy.

"What's gotten you so riled up, baby?" You questioned letting the elastic band with which you were playing snap against his tummy.

He shook his head and cursed but didn't answer.

He wasn't going to relent.

Unexpectedly you pressed your lips against his covered shaft with a quick peck and he almost doubled over with a groan and grasped your hair with his strong fingers.

You immediately detached from him with a glare that had him apologizing and pressing his hands back against the wall with a defeated sigh, giving you full control.

You pressed your parted lips against him again and moved them gently upwards causing the fabric to drag against him and making him groan.

You reached his head and he cursed when your lips wrapped around him, but still the fabric separated you from his skin.

You sucked at him gently and his hips threatened to push away from the wall but he stopped himself.

You kept your lips there and sucked at him, swirling your tongue against him and wetting the fabric.

A big wet darker spot formed where your saliva was dampening the fabric.

"Fuck, angel" he whimpered and you moved one of your hands from his hip to his upper thigh, caressing the dip between hip and crotch.

A little whiny sound left his lips before he could restrain himself and bite his lips and your hand moved lower.

Your thumb caressed his clothed shaft as your lips kept sucking at his head making him lose his mind excruciatingly slow.

A little sheen of sweat was starting to cover his forehead and he was biting his lips so hard trying not to moan out loud.

Your tongue found the little special spot right under his head that made him tremble and finally you heard his voice, unrestrained and raspy as he moaned.

"Please" he begged already out of breath and you stopped again.

"What got you so worked up, lover boy?" You asked again as your thumb kept stroking up and down his covered shaft.

"N-nothing" he groaned blushing wildly, but you were having none of it.

Something was blocking him from saying what it was.

You stopped the movement of your thumb and he cursed, looking at you absolutely desperate.

"C'mon, baby, tell me, you know you can tell me anything" you whispered.

He shook his head and groaned when you gently grazed your teeth against his tip.

"Angel" he whined, dragging out the word.

"Just please, stop torturing me" he whispered and you started dragging his boxers slightly down.

But then you stopped.

He groaned as you let the fabric end back against him with a loud snap, making him hiss.

"Tell me" you whispered with your lips grazing his erection.

His eyes met yours. Burning and fiery.

"No," he said harshly.

He wasn't going to relent.

So be it.

Your nails dug in his hip and he cursed.

Then your hands trailed lower and he smirked, thinking you were going to give him what he wanted.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Just when you were about to free him from the confines of his boxers, your hand retreated once again, making him curse.

You didn't give him time to do anything because your mouth enveloped his clothed tip and sucked hard, almost making him lose balance.

One of your hands snaked downwards and started massaging his taut balls through the fabric..

He moaned your name loudly, his voice echoing in the room.

You could feel your panties sticking to your skin but every cell of your body was focused on him and his pleasure.

You kept your lips around his tip and with the thumb of your other hand you started caressing his shaft, rock hard and so hot.

"Angel" he warned you.

He was close. His gritted teeth and tense abdomen made you almost feral.

"Think about that forbidden thing you are so adamant about not telling me, baby" you ordered him and his hands squeezed into fists as he bit his lip letting his head fall backwards, exposing his sweaty neck.

You started flicking your tongue on the little spot right under his head, moaning to let him feel the vibrations of your voice against himself and that was it.

"No. Wait…" he tried to say but it was too late.

Before he could stop himself he reached his climax, slamming his hands hard against the wall and coming undone right in his boxers.

The sounds leaving his lips were sinful and made goosebumps raise on your skin.

You felt his warmth spread beneath the wet fabric of his boxers and shivered in need.

He slowly came down from his high and groaned, taking a good look at the state he was in.

"Fuck angel, really?" He complained with a little smirk, "You really made me come in my boxers?!" His incredulous tone made you chuckle.

"I figure I did, lover boy" you whispered and made the wet fabric snap against his hips one last time.

You stood and tried to walk towards your room to get him something clean to wear but he stopped you with a firm grasp on the back of your neck, pinning you to the wall and leaning close to your ear to whisper something.

"You plague my mind all day. And all night too. I dreamt about you doing unspeakable things to me tonight. That's why this morning I was so hard and needy." He bit your bottom hard lip before continuing.

"But all you could think about were those damn pants and you rejected me to go look for a stupid fabric." He rasped into your ear, making you shiver.

"Do you really wanna know what kept me awake tonight and plagued my mind the entire day?" He went on before kissing you passionately.

You nodded and bit his lip back, making him groan.

He pinned you more against the wall and sucked your lobe into his mouth before pressing his lips to your ear and starting to speak.

"I had a dream that you used that damn vibrator I gifted you a couple of months ago to make me come. In my dream it was so messy and hot that I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. When I finally decided I wanted to do something about it you woke up but we had to leave. But I kept imagining it, angel. Fuck I'm imagining it right now." He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours.

Your mind was in overdrive.

"Let's do it. If you want it I want it." You whispered back, shaking lightly.

You were lying. You didn't want it.

You needed it.

You needed to admire him unraveling in front of you.

You had imagined it countless times. But now you wanted to see it with your eyes.

His lips parted in surprise and then he smirked.

"Don't tell me you had already thought about this." He chuckled and you blushed.

"Who knew that my little shy, silent girl had such a dirty mind" he said smugly, laughing.

You pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards until he reached the table.

Then you quickly turned him and pushed his hips against the table with yours.

He cursed.

"Let's see who is going to be the last one laughing, baby" You whispered in his ear from behind.

"Don't you dare move" you ordered him and he groaned but stayed put as you disappeared.

When you came back he was in the same position as before, with his hands on the table and the jeans still around his knees.

One of your hands reached forward and stroked his chest, feeling his sweaty damp shirt, bunching it up and pulling it away from his body altogether.

You started placing little kisses on the junction between his neck and shoulder and when you reached his shoulder you bit down hard.

He arched his back slightly and you pressed him further into the table.

Then you brought the hand you had on his chest downwards keeping the other hidden behind his back.

When you reached his dirty boxers you finally snaked your hand inside and wrapped it around him. He was quickly hardening again and still damp with his previous arousal.

You decided it was time to free him so you bent down behind him and dragged both boxers and jeans down and off his body.

He sighed but gasped when before standing back up you bit down hard on one of his plump ass cheeks.

When you stood, you slowly dragged the black silicone toy you had in your other hand slowly up and down his spine and hips before wrapping both arms around his waist and flicking the toy to life in front of him.

"Are you sure you want this?" You asked, dragging the toy up and down his abdomen every time closer to the place where he needed it.

"Fuck, yes I need it angel." He groaned when both of your hands reached between his legs.

You stroked him a few times with your free hand before trying the toy on him.

When it touched the base of his cock he tensed and growled arching his head backwards.

He almost lost his balance when unexpectedly you moved the toy down the underside of his shaft and made it graze the spot right under his head.

He moaned so loud that you felt a shock wave of pleasure curse through you.

He almost doubled over and gasped for air like never before.

You abruptly stopped.

He cursed and begged you to go on.

You had an idea.

"Jakey, baby, I want you to press your hands on the table and bend forward a little." You whispered in his ear before kneeling behind him.

He obliged, a little confused but shivered when he understood what you wanted to do.

You grabbed his erection gently and started stroking it downwards as he leant his body against the table.

He tensed when you put the tip of the toy right against his balls and little breathy whines started leaving his lips as you combined that with the slow and steady stroking of your fist.

"A-angel, fuckfuck just like this" he moaned.

You started placing little wet kisses on the back of his thighs and goosebumps raised on his skin.

It wasn't the first time you two indulged in such forbidden activities.

So when you asked what he wanted he was quick to answer.

"Your mouth, please angel" he groaned, leaning more of his body against the table.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and moved the toy to graze that little spot behind his balls that made him scream.

"Ah fuck me" he groaned.

You started kissing and licking his balls as you stroked his length with the tip of the vibrator. He was slowly losing his mind, the sounds leaving his lips were becoming louder and louder.

You caught him off guard by licking a slow stripe from the underside of his balls to his hole and he cursed, arching his back.

He slammed his hands on the table and groaned loudly.

His groans morphed into unbridled moans when you kept licking at him, feeling his muscles flutter under your tongue as the hand holding the toy moved gently up and down his length.

He started shaking when the rhythm of your licks picked up and you started pressing the tip of your tongue a little bit more inside him.

You almost lost it yourself when you looked up to the wall in front of you.

Thanks to the perfect placement of the oven, you could steal a look to him while staying behind him, the reflection the glass of the oven door was sending back to you was an image of pure bliss.

He had his eyes closed and his lips parted in ecstasy, his head slightly leant backward exposing his sweaty biteable neck that you had marked so many times.

When the vibrator touched his balls his brows tipped up and he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan, but when you slowly stroked his length and pressed the toy right on the underside of his head his lips parted in a grimace, exposing his teeth. He looked almost in pain, but the sound that left his lips was absolutely far away from it.

He was experiencing the utmost pleasure. His legs were starting to shake.

He whimpered when you brought him to the edge and stopped abruptly, parting from him.

You stood, turned off the vibrator and he panicked.

"Wait, wait, please angel please…" he blabbered, his desperate words overlapping.

You pressed your front to his back and grasped his hips.

Then you brought one of your hands to his throat to silence him and keep him in place.

"Jakey, baby. You have been such a good boy for me." You whispered into his ear and he cursed under his breath at the nickname.

"I want you to tell me exactly what you need." You went on.

"I want your fingers. Inside" he whispered without any shame, shaking with need.

You kissed his ear and praised him again.

Then your hands moved to his wrists making goosebumps raise down his arms.

"Bend over the table, baby" you whispered into his ear.

One of your hands reached to his back and gently pressed him to the wooden surface.

He groaned at the coolness of it and gasped when your lips met the spot between his shoulders blades, and started trailing kisses down his spine.

When you reached his lower back you couldn't contain yourself.

You grasped his plush ass and he chuckled but hissed when your palm connected with ot, looking at how his supple skin giggled.

"What was that for?" He said, sounding a bit vexed.

"For fun baby" you answered and licked a bold stripe against his hole.

"Fuck" he cursed.

You circled his hole repeatedly with the pointed tip of your tongue and then sucked, feeling him flutter and clench beneath your lips.

"Fucking hell" he cursed.

He jolted forward when, unexpectedly, you turned on the toy and placed it right at his hole, keeping it there.

He moaned loudly and his breathing turned ragged when your hand resumed stroking his length.

When you stopped again, he almost sobbed.

"Shh baby, I'm about to give you what you want" you reassured him.

You opened the little bottle of lube you had brought to the kitchen with the toy and wetted one of your fingers before circling it to his hole.

"Still ok with this baby?" You whispered and he answered immediately.

"Yes angel please. Make a mess of me" he whispered and groaned.

It wasn't the first time you touched him there, you had already used your tongue on him a few times but this was the first time he had actually asked you to use your fingers to penetrate him.

You started pressing a finger to his hole incredibly gently and you almost moaned at the way his body started enveloping your digit.

He was panting now. The rising and falling of his glowing body almost made you lose your mind.

You had managed to press your finger inside of him to the knuckle and started moving it in and out of him.

He tensed his body and whimpered, letting a long drawn out breathy moan leave his lips when you turned on the vibrator and pressed it to the little spot right behind his balls.

"A-" he tried to say but you completely shattered his thoughts when you sucked his balls into your mouth and pressed the toy against his frenulum.

You let go of his tensed balls and listened to the beautiful symphony of his heavy breathing, moans and whimpers.

You experimentally curled your fingers downwards and he screamed your name, almost losing balance.

His knees buckled and his back arched. You felt his muscles flutter around your finger and you almost came untouched right there.

You slowed the rhythm of your finger but he didn't want that. He started pressing his hips back against you quickly.

He tried to warn you again, but you didn't give him time.

Your finger curled a bit more sharply against the forbidden spot inside of him while you simultaneously kept the toy down the length of him. The length of it, so similar to him, allowed you to keep it pressed entirely against him, from his tip to his balls, making him let out a loud string of curses and moans.

You moaned too and without thinking bit down harshly on his ass cheek.

He completely lost himself at that. The invisible thread tethering him to reality broke and he unraveled beautifully in front of your eyes.

His body started shaking violently and his knees buckled. He kept his balance only thanks to the table or he would have crumbled on the floor.

His arched back was a sight to behold together with his dampened hair sticking to his back as he threw his head backwards in pleasure.

The sounds leaving his lips were heavenly and absolutely unrestrained.

They were going to haunt your every living moment and plague your most forbidden thoughts.

His come coated your hand and the black toy you were holding.

You turned it off and let it fall on the ground without any recollection of it. You were too enraptured by what had just happened.

His breathing started to calm down only after several minutes.

You stood and hoped he was ok.

You circled the table and saw that he had his cheek pressed to the table and his eyes closed, his hands still closed into fists.

His hair was a mess, sticking to his skin and damp with sweat.

You caressed him and he purred.

"Are you here with me, lover boy?" You asked and he chuckled.

"I think I just got my soul ripped from my body, my little naughty angel" he said, his voice raspy and spent.

He sounded so sexy that he made you want to do what you had just done all over again.

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[silverynight]

A charming witch

Part I (of 3)

When he was a little kid, Izuku summoned a demon by accident; he's not sure how it happened and his mother never explained it in detail, but all he knows is that the demon looked like a kid too and that he tried to bite Izuku's neck.

Fortunately, he didn't, but it made Izuku chose a more peaceful path when it came to practicing sorcery and magic.

Now he practices green magic and he has a little store in the middle of the village where he sells potions for all kinds of trouble and illnesses. The good thing is that flowers and plants are a very safe way to do magic. No demons involved.

There are other types of witches who deal with dark magic and summon demons (or banish them) for all kinds of purposes.

Izuku is happy with his potions and herbs; he certainly doesn't need anything else.

But that doesn't mean that trouble doesn't find his way to his doorstep anyways.

***

Izuku has a friend named Uraraka, she's a witch too, but she deals with more powerful magic; however, sometimes she needs a couple of potions and that's how she ends up in Izuku's little shop most of the time when she finds herself in the village.

That particular day she walks in with a demon; the demon is all pink and keeps smiling and looking around in awe like a very curious child.

Izuku knows not all demons are dangerous or seek to eradicate human kind and yet he gets a little bit startled when he finally sees her.

"Sorry!" He blushes when the demon squeaks in delight; she's bonded to Uraraka by magic so she has to go wherever the witch goes, but she doesn't seem to mind.

"You were right," the demon grins at Uraraka, staring at Izuku with interest. "He's such a cutie."

Uraraka rolls her eyes, but looks mostly amused.

"This is Ashido Mina, the demon I summoned to assist me for a while. In exchange, she gets to see our world because for some reason she likes it."

"I do!" Ashido smiles, prompting Izuku to finally relax around her. "It's like being on vacation! And trust me it's better here at the moment because Blasty has been insufferable for the last few years... He's pining..."

"Blasty?" Izuku mumbles in confusion, not entirely sure he wants the answer to that question.

"My boss, the demon king," Ashido explains, like it's not a big deal.

Izuku nods and offers them both a cup of tea; the shop is quiet that day so he can spend time with his friend and her demon.

"I don't smell other demons on you," Ashido observes after a while.

"I don't summon demons," Izuku says calmly, a little bit amused by Ashido's surprised expression. It's fair since most of the witches have summoned one at least once in their lives.

His own mother did once and it ended up with her having a baby and being abandoned years later, which was not a good experience. But Izuku doesn't like to talk about that and he doesn't think any of them are interested in that.

"Why not?"

"His blood can only summon very powerful demons apparently," Uraraka says, surprising Izuku who looks at her in confusion. "Your mother explained it to me once. No matter the symbol he writes, his blood immediately summons another completely different."

Ashido puts a hand under her chin, like she's deep in thought; Izuku gets a little bit distracted by her horns and wonders if it'd be rude of him to get out his notebook and start taking notes about her.

"That's... interesting," she comments after a while. "Are you an omega?"

"A what?"

"Mina, I told you humans are not like that," Uraraka says, like she's had that conversation before. "We don't have a second gender."

"Like betas?"

"No... well, yes, just like them."

"What are you talking about?" The green haired witch asks, as curiosity and excitement make him forget about politeness.

"Demons have secondary genders," Uraraka tells him, chuckling when Izuku's eyes glimmering with curiosity and excitement. She's never seen another witch so hungry for knowledge.

"We can be alphas, omegas or betas," Ashido cuts in, happy to talk about her kind. "Alphas and omegas usually make good couples, but there are all kinds of them."

Izuku listens with undivided attention and finally makes his notebook appear because that's just so fascinating to miss.

"Wait," he cuts her off, immediately feeling terrible about interrupting, knowing he's probably blushing to the tip of his ears at the moment. "You mentioned something about bites earlier, what did you mean?"

"Instead of getting married, like humans do," Ashido says. "Demons mark their partners with a mating bite; it has to be done on the scent glands, which are on our necks."

The information unlocks a couple of memories in Izuku's brain that he didn't know he had up until now.

There's a blond demon with red horns and red eyes that looks like a kid and is telling Izuku that he needs to bite his neck immediately.

"The demon I summoned tried to bite my neck, that's why my mom got scared..."

"Was he a pup when that happened?" Ashido moves closer, eyes shining with excitement. "I mean the demon, was he a pup?"

"A pup?"

"She means a little kid."

"Oh. Yeah."

"A blond gremlin with piercing red eyes? Very bossy for his age?"

"Uhh... something like that," Izuku mumbles, having a very bad feeling about where the conversation is heading already.

"Are you Deku?" She says excitedly. "I can't believe I found the famous Deku!"

"My name is Midoriya Izuku actually," he corrects her, having the feeling that he has heard someone else call him that before.

"This is amazing!" Ashido squeaks in delight. "Blasty's ridiculous longing will finally come to an end! We need to summon him!"

"Blasty as in the king of the demons?" Uraraka quirks up a brow at her demon friend.

"Yes!"

"No," Uraraka and Izuku utter at the same time, shaking their heads. The pink demon starts pouting.

"Why not?"

"That's a very powerful demon, I won't be able to control him if he decides to do something," Uraraka replies, earning another pout from Ashido.

The demon even rolls her eyes at them.

"Alright, listen. I know he looks like a gremlin who's constantly angry at his own existence, but he'd never harm his Deku."

"My name is Izuku," he corrects her again. Suddenly, another one of his memories unlocks. "Are you talking about Kacchan?"

Both girls (the demon and the witch) stare at him like he just said something in another language.

"His name is Bakugo Katsuki, but I think I heard him mention something like that to Kiri... you used to call him that, right?"

"I..." Izuku starts feeling weird out of the sudden. He's dizzy. "I don't know."

He gets closer to the main cabinet behind the counter and takes one of the potions he makes for himself. Ashido grabs one of his arms to get his attention and Izuku gets a glimpse of a very tall and muscular blond demon sitting on a throne with a permanent scowl upon his face.

He doesn't have visions like his grandmother did, so it's weird for him to see things like that and it's even more puzzling and confusing when he gets the impression that the demon stares back at him for a brief moment.

"Deku?"

Instinctively, he shakes Ashido's hand away and takes a few steps back.

"Alright, that's enough," Uraraka takes the pink demon's hand to lead her towards the exit. "It's time to go."

"Wait! At least give him a chance!" Ashido pleads. "He won't hurt you, I promise!"

"It's a dangerous practice for someone who has never done that before, like me," Izuku explains, besides, he can't believe the demon king is the same as the little bossy demon who tried to bite him once. She must be mistaken.

He gives Uraraka the potions she had commissioned a couple of weeks ago and decides to close the shop early that day because he feels so very tired suddenly.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Ashido."

"Same, cutie." She sighs, before waving at him. "Although I still believe you should summon him."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

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[prettyboykatsuki]

warm-ups | sfw + kunigami + sofa

✭ tags ; implied nsfw at the end, coming home / re-uniting, established relationship, gn!reader 18+ | ✭ wc ; 1.4k (?????)

✭ a/n ; me when the random prompt generator gives me a random prompt and i have no clue how to execute on it. never written him before ever so Sorry

Kunigami thinks he should get to fight an airline service at least once in his life.

It'd be one thing if this incident was something happened once in a while. National traveling is already a pain in his ass thanks to customs. He's doing it so constantly - he's used to the strain. Waking up early, packing his things neatly, going through a million checks.

If he were a less ethical person, he'd take a page out of other pro's book and just get a jet for himself because frankly he's fucking sick of it.

This is the longest he's been completely out of the country before in his life. He's been gone for around 6 months now, training with the Brazilian National Team. It was a reward experiencing he'll admit, despite kicking his ass nearly everyday. He made good friends and the people were welcoming- someday he'll make plans to go visit with you.

But he's homesick beyond reasonable doubt. He misses his family dog. He misses Japan.

Most of all, Kunigami misses you.

He really considered not leaving because the idea of long distance didn't sit right with him. You (being the unfortunately considerate lover) you are encouraged him to go. He's thankful you support his dreams. You even surprised him with a visit because it fell on his birthday.

Which was thoughtful and he was so glad to see you but not helpful in quelling the ache of your absence.

Kunigami Rensuke loves you habitually. Maybe that's just how he operates (how he has after becoming a wildcard, that persists into his pro-career) but there's something about it that he never fails to act on. No amount of calling or texting has been able to scratch the itch, the need to love you.

You've been dating for the better part of three years and your anniversary is a few months away. Kunigami wants to marry you but he has to make more money first so he's been hustling.

(Not that you care about stuff like that. But as a pro and a man with pride, he's not really comfortable giving you any less)

It's a typical story for a lot of athletes but you were there before all the fame and publicity. You put up with all of it, all of his dedication and all of his frustrated feelings. Soothed him with gentle hands and a warm meal and a house that felt lived in.

To say Kunigami is grateful is understatement of the century. More accurately, Kunigami can't be without you too long. His life feels incomplete if you're not next to him. He's gotten heat for being soft but he doesn't care.

A wild card, a soccer hero - Kunigami has a lot of self-imposed expectations. But you? Not once have you ever made him feel bad about any of it. In a career where nothing is guaranteed, Kunigami is assured by your love. It makes him want to work harder.

You, of course, are nowhere near as clingy as he is. People often joke that you've got him wrapped around your finger. You laugh and disagree but Kunigami knows it to be true. Anything and everything, Kunigami wants to give you the world.

So six months has been a nightmare. Frankly, he never wants to do it again. His mood is infinitely worsened now because of all the delays. You have a tight schedule and you're not going to be able to come see him because of it.

So he's seething a little, despite it all. He really wants to make it someones problem because he misses you just that much. But alas, he already knows he shouldn't. He can practically hear your voice already.

("A day isn't gonna kill you, Rensuke.")

But it really feels like it will. He's moping the whole way home, even as his driver drops him off at his apartment - Kunigami doesn't feel like his life will start again until he sees you.

So, unlocking his door and coming into his abandoned apartment feels unceremonious at best. His first reaction is that something is a little off when he enters.

There's a noise coming from the living room and everything smells good. The house smells like linen, more precisely. His first reaction is that there's someone who broke in.

But upon entering further, traces of you start to appear like magic. Your coat on a hanger in the closet, your shoes on the rack and your house slippers missing. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, so he holds his breath as he walks into the living room.

Like some kind of miracle, Kunigami finds you asleep on his old beat up sofa. Now the new one, but the one he's had since he's first apartment. You're cozy in it too, hidden under a pile of blankets and wearing his stolen clothes.

The T.V. is playing an old comedy movie and there's a glass of water and all your things next to you. He's so happy for a minute, he really doesn't know if he should wake you up. Picking you up and plopping you into bed with him (maybe trap you there for a while) seems best.

But you stir awake before he even has a chance, eyes blinking up at him blearily, muffled under the covers.

"Rensuke?" You say, yawning aloud "That you? Or am I seeing things?"

What does he even do with his feelings?

"Not seeing things. I'm home."

You laugh pleasantly, sitting up rubbing your eyes. Your socks are pulled up to different degrees. Kunigami wants to marry you immediately.

"You're home," You say, happy with it as you open your arms up dramatically - inviting him in "Welcome home,"

It takes every ounce of restraint not to tackle you as he drops his bags on the floor and kneels between your legs to hug you. You're warm and soft, and Kunigami has missed you so much it's inhuman and cruel.

You let him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, palms soothing on the nape of his neck as you rub your cheek against his hair.

"How was the flight?"

"Pretty shit but it doesn't even matter," He says back, pulling away to really look at you "Doesn't matter at all,"

"You missed me that much?" You tease. He laughs out loud.

"Don't do that to me," He says, unable to stop smiling "You know the answer to that. I thought you couldn't come see me?"

"My boss' son is a huge fan of you, would you believe?" You say, yawning a bit as you lean forward to press your forehead to his "So I promised him a signature. He gave me 3 whole days off."

Kunigami laughs.

"Are you serious?"

"So serious. I thought it'd be better to surprise you at home. If I did it in the airport the paparazzi was gonna get pictures of you losing your marbles,"

He laughs at that, cradling your face in his palms.

"Yeah. Pretty sure I woulda tackled you,"

"You would've knocked me unconscious. You're so big,"

"You think I got a little bigger?" He prods. You laugh and Kunigami thinks it's his favorite sound in the world.

"Fishing for compliments five minutes in? Really? You did get bigger, your arms feel good. Very much wanna get crushed in them, so good work?" You say, squeezing his bicep. He grins.

"And the rest of me?"

"Guess I'll find out about your core 'n legs in a bit, huh?"

Kunigami laughs at that, the stupid wiggle of your eyebrows and the warmth of your body. He feels fucking giddy, in a stupid way since he's a grown ass man. But who cares, really? His life is good. He's never been so happy.

You make room on the couch for him and Kunigami hurries to join you - taking his shirt off and leaving him in his briefs before you climb to lay on top of him. You hug his chest.

"I got 20 minutes before I can't hold it in," He replies, his hands around your waist.

"Maybe I should stretch or something."

"I can help you with that," He offers.

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"No you can't, you fiend. Give me 20 minutes of cuddling before you render me useless to walk without assistance,"

He feels blood rush to a place it shouldn't go.

"Might have to cut it to 15,"

You laugh and hit his chest and Kunigami squeezes you even tighter. He loves you more than anything else in the world.

[taiturner]

NEW YEARS CLEAN-UP 🎊

rules: unburden yourself from the abandoned WIPS collecting dust in your folder and share 5 gifs, then tag five people. (tagged by @yenvengerberg, thank you i feel like i can do something useful with these things now 💖)

tagging with no pressure of course: @wyllhalsin, @capinejghafa, @cardvngreenbriar, @seance, @ayoedebiris, @ughmerlin, @craintheodora, @lottiemilfews, @natscatorrcio (yeah miles i'm tagging you to be funny i know what you did with those psds)

these are all from projects that i have in a folder titled "on the bench" that i want to pretend i'll come back to, but.... some of these have been benched for so long and they're no longer fresh in my head so i fear they'll be abandoned forever. should also be mentioned that a lot of projects on the bench are literally just me making all the typography first and then losing inspo when i actually wanted to gif things.... usually by the time i do start, i change my mind about the type anyway. i also have so many abandoned gifs from other gifsets i've already posted but i'm not even sure where to begin searching so... here are some things!

one of the many gifs i already created for a prompt from @yellowjacketsoctober to put the show in a different genre. ironically, a prompt that i came up with for the event specifically to make this gifset but didn't even complete. i spent so many hours and so many days trying to gif this entire arc for these three with the intent to make it a heist drama set but after so long i realized i was just giffing exactly what happened in the show and it started to feel pointless. but at least here's a preview of something that i'll never finish. my trio of all time, can they commit more crimes together please! (should also be said that this folder is 44gb because i already saved all the caps + because these psds are so heavy... new years clean up for real)

i don't know what it is about lydia that makes it so hard for me to finish any set for her, but every time i try i seem to always lose the drive eventually (probably because twd in general just feels really uninteresting for me to blend, for some reason). from a 2022 spotify wrapped meme, i'm pretty sure i restarted this specific gifset so many different times, unhappy with the colors and the blends and the text and everything -- which is why there are two very different examples here. my girl of all time though i will finish something for her eventually (and maybe even this one, because this song is still so good for her).

one of the many gifs that were abandoned by my scream vi set for favorite slasher in october. when tumblr first changed the image upload limit to 30, i promised myself to never take advantage of that too much, but i severely underestimated how many moments i would want to include for this movie and i made so many other gifs for this set but ultimately cut them so i could try to tone it down - 18 gifs in this set still feels like a lot but i spent so much time on this set that it was hard to part with many more. anyway here's sam being the hottest final girl in the world and correct about everything.

i don't know how long this has been on the bench but it was definitely a project i started way before season 2 even aired. i think i just got stuck and wasn't sure where to go with it, but anyway her!

extra spoiler for @wyllhalsin but this was supposed to be a pride edit in june for one of my favorite lgbt characters of all time. this show's camera movements nearly makes it impossible to blend anything so i lost the drive, but i will come back for felix someday (and for coty, obviously this set was for him).

[sungbeam]

Hi I wanted to request a fanfic....

A Kim mingyu x reader

Secret baby and non idol au

Angst with a happy ending

Could include prompts Nos. 67 & 61

Is that too much?

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nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

1.9k words, secret baby au, angst w/a happy ending!, minghao kinda throws u under the bus skfndkd

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request, and it was not too much so dw ^_^ i do like some specificity sometimes, and i did enjoy writing this!

There were a few things that your friend Minghao was good at. One of them, it seemed, was dragging you to social outings that neither of you wanted to be present for. He had even found you a babysitter for your precious little one. Baby Yeona was only around eighteen months old, but Minghao insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. 

Clearly, he was no father. And he would definitely not be watching over Yeona for a while. 

Nonetheless, here you were, climbing out of Minghao's pretty, little gold Lexus while you wore the first set of nice clothes in a long time. You stared up at the sky-high facade of the luxury downtown hotel as you and Hao made your way toward the entrance. 

"I dunno," you voiced aloud. You were uncertain what you were trying to say, and you were uncertain as to whether or not you wanted to step foot in this building. 

Minghao rolled his eyes and took you by the bicep to help you up the steps. "Oh, come on. You're here, and I already paid the sitter. Let loose, Yn; it's been two years since you've been to a bar."

"For good reason," you muttered under your breath as you and Minghao caught a slot of the revolving entrance and entered the hotel lobby. 

It even smelled obnoxiously rich in here, you realized with an ill-concealed grimace. All the gold and marble glistening under bright LEDs made your head hurt. Jesus, maybe you did need a drink. 

Like he read your mind, Minghao directed you to the bar just to your right. It was, fortunately, dimly lit, with red velvet floors and walls panelled in smooth, dark wood. You already recognized several familiar faces—this was a reunion of your old uni friends, after all. 

"Oh my god, YN!" Seokmin exclaimed from the pool table, before abandoning his pool stick and racing over to you. 

Junhui was right on your tail, coming up to greet Hao warmly while Seokmin bombarded you in a massive hug. 

"How's Yeona?" Seokmin asked. He grinned at you, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you over to the bar. "She's almost at Terrible Twos, isn't she?" He teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down. 

You laughed with a shake of your head. Seokmin ordered you a light margarita, considering you probably hadn't had a proper drink in ages. "Almost. She's eighteen months right now, so probably in about six months or so. I am not ready for my angel to turn into the devil."

There were only a few people who knew of your daughter's existence. It hadn't been your plan to have her, but some things you could not control completely. It had happened on the night of your college graduation party, and you had finally taken your shot at a certain young man who had plagued your dreams for almost half of your years at university. He was a friend of a friend, but nearly everyone knew who he was, considering his attractive looks and personality and… suffice to say that you fell in the deep end. 

No, the father did not know. And you would be damned if he ever—

"Yn?"

You almost spat out your drink, and Seokmin, with panicky eyes, patted your back to help you get out the feel of the burn down your throat and windpipe. God, that stung. But maybe not as badly as how good he looked. 

Him being Kim Mingyu. Yeah, the father of your child. And he didn't seem to have changed a bit since you last saw him: black hair tamed well, broad and toned body fitted in semi formal wear (delectable), and that charming smile that knocked down all your defenses. At least… a few of them. 

He walked up to you and Seokmin with a look of pleasant surprise and utter disbelief stark on his face. "Oh my god—you're really here? I haven't seen you in so long."

Yeah, you wanted to say, but you couldn't really focus on anything but the sound of your pulsing heartbeat in your ears and the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you hugged him. Oh, good god. He feels and smells so good—

When you pulled away, Mingyu was giving Seokmin that weird handshake the boys had (you never asked questions). He still couldn't seem to believe his ears. 

"I—I mean," he stammered, eyes flickering from you to your blouse to you to your lips to you, "you look—" he swallowed, "—really good." He cleared his throat, and you could've sworn you heard Seokmin sneak out a giggle. 

You yourself sat perched on your barstool unnaturally stiff. If you could just make it through this conversation… "Thank you," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look good, too."

There was this moment where neither of you could really get any words out. It hadn't exactly been this way years ago, but you could remember the shy glances mixed with the flirty advances. You knew you harbored that flame for him somewhere, and perhaps you had kept it buried beneath your love and responsibilities toward your daughter. 

Seokmin cut in, "Cool! Uh…" he sipped his drink, brows furrowing, "want a drink, Gyu? Did you come with Wonwoo?"

Mingyu snapped out of his daze, coughing. "Ah, right. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. And yep, he should be somewhere around—oh yeah. There he is, by Woozi hyung."

While Seokmin flagged the bartender down, Mingyu returned his attention to you. "So, uhm, I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, two or three years. I… How've you been?" Why didn't you stay in touch? Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask. He'd been sitting on those questions and worries for so long, and no one would give him a straight answer about your whereabouts. 

"I've been good," you answered. And it was true, you couldn't have been happier with Yeona. It had been scary, no doubt, at first. But it had all turned out good and fine, and your close friends had been by your side the entire time. "Just trying to settle back—settle into work and adult things," you chuckled. "How about you? Did you finally decide to get yourself into culinary school?"

Another giggle from Seokmin that the two of you decidedly ignored. 

Mingyu could best be described with heart eyes. "You remembered? That was a fleeting conversation—"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "But I mean, it was important to you, so of course, I remembered."

He smiled, bashfully, head ducked and cheeks reddening. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did get into a culinary school—"

"And, hey! Great idea: Mingyu should teach you how to cook, Yn!" Minghao's voice cut clean into the conversation as the man himself inserted himself into the little circle. Seokmin passed Mingyu his drink, and Minghao made pointed eyes at you from across the circle, gesturing silently at the man who was your baby daddy. 

Oh for the love of God, Xu Minghao. "I don't think that's really necessary."

"Suuuure, it is!" Minghao said, high pitched. He nodded his head again to Mingyu. "Yn has been meaning to learn some new recipes for her family anyway. Right, Yn?"

You glared at Minghao, and if the sun could be channeled through the eyes, you would use them to burn him alive right where he stood. I am going to murder you! You mouthed to him, over enunciating the words. So this was why he wanted you to be here tonight. Seokmin smartly chose this moment to go say hello to Joshua. 

Mingyu creased his brows. "Oh, er, I didn't know you had a family already, Yn." There was a definitive drop in energy present in his voice. "Are you married?"

If you hadn't been so worried about deciding on how to tell him about his secret child, you would have noticed Mingyu unsubtly searching your hands for a ring. You were not wearing one. 

You swallowed, setting the margarita glass on the bar counter. You saw Minghao back away slowly from the corner of your eye, and Mingyu took Seokmin's old seat. "Ah, I'm not. I just…" have a child, and she's yours, and I've been craving a person to be my partner in this… and maybe I still love you, but I don't know how to tell you. Please don't hate me.

Mingyu ducked his head just slightly so he met your eyes. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. I don't know what Minghao was trying to say back there, but you really don't have to say anything."

"No, it's okay," you said quickly with a shake of your head. "I… I really should tell you about… my daughter. Our daughter." You tried to gauge his reaction, but his expression was carefully blank at this moment. 

A crease formed between his brows. "I'm sorry, did you just say our daughter?"

"Uhm, yes," you laughed nervously. 

"Holy shit—"

"I know—"

Mingyu flagged the bartender. "I am way too sober for this." He suddenly thought better and waved the bartender away with an apology. "Wait, how—how long? Yn, I had a kid this whole time? I have a kid with you?"

You nodded, rubbing your arm. "Yeah. It happened on graduation night. Y'know, when we…"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, that makes sense." He stared at a random mark on the bar counter. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mingyu," you said softly. You feared what he would think of you, scared he would still yell at you and reject you. That had probably been your greatest deterrent from telling him—that he would be disgusted with you and your child and turn you away. You just thought it would be better to avoid all of that heartache in full. Even if it meant hiding it all from him. 

"You were probably scared," he replied lowly, "I get it." He roughed a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. "You've been taking care of her by yourself this whole time? I just—I just wish you would have told me. We could have figured this out together."

He was looking at you now, reaching for your hands to cradle them in his own big palms. You wondered how you ever lived without this warmth. 

You gulped. "You had dreams, Mingyu. I didn't want us to be a burden—"

He scoffed, the noise so indignant and offended. "I'm just wondering what I did to make you think I would ever think you and my own daughter would be a burden to me. It might stall our plans, but it would only stall, Yn. You and…"

"Yeona," you stammered, "her name's Yeona."

Mingyu stopped and a smile slowly tugged at his lips. His eyes shone into the dim light of the bar, and his fingers linked with yours. "Yeona? She already sounds beautiful. Like her mother."

You felt like crying. Years of wondering and what ifs, and it could have all been solved with a conversation. "Do you want to meet her?"

His smile widened. "Do I? How's that even a question, darling?"

You laughed under your breath. "Okay," you nodded to yourself, "okay."

It was then that you realized just how badly you had needed this—this night, this conversation, this hope. Yeona had brought you up, but Mingyu was going to bring you all together. And as the two of you talked and laughed long into the night, neither of you could wait for when your two loves would be able to finally meet each other.

a/n: oh good god i think i liked that ending way more than i intended (not the ending paragraph, i think that was pretty gross, but the happy conclusion ig)

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[haystarlight]

Okay, I have something for the "Red String of Fate" prompt. Fucking hell. Here goes:

"Gold String of Fate"

Most witches have a single red string of fate, connected to their hearts. It's supposed to lead them to their true love, the person they're meant to be with. It's not always visible, only when you pay really close attention are you able to see it. It doesn't lead you directly to your person, sometimes it just pulls you gently in the right direction; helping you a little but also letting you figure it out on your own.

Some witches, with hearts meant to love more than one, would have multiple red strings that connected them to different partners in different ways. Witches like Lilith Clawthorne had no red string, for they felt complete and secure without one, they felt no need for a romantic soulmate, instead filling their life with platonic ones.

Willow and Amity, they were different. They were a special case.

The string on Amity's heart was purple.

The string on Willow's heart was gold.

When the two were kids and they were still friends, they would look at their strings and wonder why theirs were different from the pictures and the stories. They felt a kinship with each other, a comfort that, at the very least, they weren't the only odd ones around. Even if they didn't know the answer to this mystery, they were in this together.

They looked in books and crystal balls, searching for answers. Apparently, centuries ago, there had once been a witch whose heart string had been black, but the information on her was scarce. Almost as if someone had tried to erase her from history.

They asked their parents and teachers, but they had no information. Amity's parents made her promise she would only marry a powerful, successful witch that could help them with the family business.

Amity's parents also made her leave her only real friend.

Now abandoned, alone and bullied by her classmates, Willow looked at her string and wondered if there truly was someone out there meant for her. If there was someone out there who would fall in love with Half A Witch.

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Years passed and Luz the human arrived at the Boiling Isles, quickly discovering a purple string that only she could see. Eda had explained it to her and she had been incredibly excited to learn that she was predestined to fall in love with a witch.

At first, the pull of the string wasn't really obvious. They were both too distracted to notice it. But Luz always felt an inexplicable need to follow Amity around whenever she saw her, she felt that she had to go wherever she went. Around the time of Grom, Amity started to feel the pull as well.

And the string kept pulling and pulling until they finally realized where it was leading them. Towards each other.

Now Amity knew why her heart string was a different color! Her soulmate was a human!

Which led Willow to wonder, was that why her heart string was a different color, too? Was her soulmate also a non-witch? Her true love was another species?

What were they? Another human? A demon? Willow thought, she wouldn't mind falling in love with a demon as long as they weren't too grotesque. Or maybe one day Luz would show her around the human world and intoduce her to a human friend who would be her match.

Or maybe her soulmate was another creature entirely.

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Meanwhile, on the palace, Hunter had grown to ignore the gold string pulling at his heart. The Golden Guard was not meant to be concerned with silly things like romance or relationships! He was too worried about helping his uncle, making him proud, fulfilling the big plans the Titan had for him.

His uncle said that love was a weakness! That his heart was only supposed to devote itself fully to the coven and nothing else. When Hunter had asked, at the tender age of 5, how his parents had fallen in love, let's just say that Belos had not been eager to give him a clear answer.

So, Hunter concluded, it didn't matter if he had a string or what color it was. He had more important things to worry about.

And it wasn't like anyone would be soulbound to someone like him.

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"After all, it'll be 52 weeks till Caleb's next day off,"

The Emerald Entrails walked away. Gus looked back, confused, unsure of what to make of him. The other 3 didn't look back at all. Hunter watched them leave, his cheeks slightly flushed, but he didn't know why.

He felt a strange pull, a small, subtle thing that could easily be dismissed. But it was telling him to follow them. He stared, feeling the need to go after them... To go after her? But, at the end, he stayed.

Because he didn't know what that feeling meant yet.

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When he saw her again ... or rather, he thought he saw her again, they were in the corridors of Hexside. He was wearing his old uniform, dirty and torn. He hadn't showered in days and his hair was terrible. And damn it.

He forgot how beautiful she was in real life.

He felt his cheeks go red, but he also felt off. He expected something to pull at him, to guide him closer to her. He expected that pulling feeling but it never came.

Somehow, he knew in his heart right off the bat, that wasn't her. She was a fake.

And he was right.

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"I was with Gus the whole time! There was a sandwich... he showed me this breathing thing... please you gotta believe me!"

The breathing exercise. The breathing exercise her parents had taught her when she was a kid and that she had in turn taught Gus.

There was no way Hunter could be lying about that. How else would he know? He had to be telling the truth.

She had never been sure whether or not to trust this odd boy that had literally flown into her life. Whenever she thought she had him figured out, he showed another new detail that confused her even more. She had no idea what to make of him.

But, in that moment, she felt something pulling at her. Just a little bit. A feeling in her heart told her to trust him. To believe in him. And she decided to trust that feeling.

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"I'm gonna have to borrow that book when you're done with it."

As she left, closing the door behind her, Hunter felt a pull coming from his heart again. He had been feeling it for months. He knew what it meant now.

She was his soulmate.

The golden string. Oh, what an ironic color fate had chosen for him.

The golden string was pulling him towards Willow.

He had taken a while to figure it out but now he understood. And the Grimwalker was overjoyed, for he could not have asked for a better soulmate.

He wondered if she felt the pull towards him, too, but he wouldn't dare talk to her about it. He didn't want to put more on her plate, what with having to build a portal and missing her parents. Hunter knew it wasn't the right time to talk to her about this.

And a part of him was also scared if she would be unhappy to be soulbound to a Grimwalker.

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"Do human doctors know about possession?!"

"Or Grimwalkers?"

"POSSESSION?!"

"GRIMWALKERS?!"

Willow wasn't exactly sure what a Grimwalker was. She remembered reading about them at school long ago. They weren't humans, they weren't witches either. But a third, secret thing.

Hunter was a Grimwalker? He wasn't a witch?

That made so much sense. That explained so much.

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Gold.

Gold.

Her heart string was gold.

It was so obvious, it was so clear now.

How had she not seen it before?

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"Hey, Hunter? Can we talk? In private?"

The C.A.T.'s hideout was bigger now that it was located on the old Clawthorne home. It had room for a lot more members, which was nice and comfortable. Or at least it would be if they weren't hiding from The Collector. There were lots of empty rooms that allowed for privacy.

"What's up, Captain?" Hunter asked, sitting down on the bed.

"This is completely out of nowhere and I know the timing is super off but I'd rather talk about it now than get killed in battle tomorrow and never get to talk about it."

The boy's smile faded. His Captain only made that tone of voice when it was something truly serious.

"What's wrong?"

"You know the red string of fate?"

"Of course, everyone knows about those."

"I have one, obviously... but mine is a little weird..."

Hunter's ears perked up. If she wanted to talk about the red string of fate... had she figured out they were soulmates? Did she feel the pull, too? Was she happy or disappointed?

"What do you mean?"

"My heart string is not red, like a normal heart string, it's gold," she explained "and I never understood why, but lately I've been feeling the pull and, when I found out you were a Grimwalker, that's when I knew where it was leading me..."

Here goes.

"It was leading to you. Hunter, I think you're my soulmate," she finished, peridot eyes shining with fresh tears, smile brighter than the moonlight coming from the window.

"Yes, and how does that make you feel?"

Willow stopped crying and smiling. She looked bewildered.

"Why aren't you more surprised? I'd figure you'd be shocked... did you already know?"

Hunter nodded. "I've been feeling the pull, too. I felt it the night after we first met. I've been feeling it all this time."

"What?! You knew we were soulmates?! You've known for months?! You didn't say anything?!"

"I'm sorry," he said, softly. Genuinely remorseful. "I just... I wasn't sure how you were gonna react."

"You weren't sure how I was going to react?!" She repeated "Hunter, I'm obviously thrilled to be your soulmate. You have no idea, how overjoyed I am that it's you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, dummy!" She laughed "you're brave and you're funny and you're kind and you're passionate. You're somehow the smartest and dumbest witch I know at the same time. You're a great friend and you'll surely be an amazing soulmate."

Hunter laughed, relief filling his lungs as the weight fell from his shoulders. He stood up and hugged Willow as strongly as he could. She hugged him back. He was so lucky, he had the most wonderful witch ever as his soulmate, and she was equally happy to have him.

"I love you," he said, sure that there would never be a better opportunity to say it.

"I love you, too."

The kiss that followed felt like shivers and dragonflies in both their stomachs. Like warmth on their cheeks and somehow both calm and fear at the same time. The pull from their heart strings ceased, the string didn't need to keep pulling anymore. They'd finally found each other.

[shyficwriter]

AAAA I LOVE THIS!! Could you 22, 6, A and K with Yondu and reader?

Sure! Thanks for the prompt! 6. First Snow Fall 22. Cold Hands A. Hugging K. Cuddling (It looked like you wanted something more romantic so I tried my best!) [Send me a prompt and I'll write a drabble] ***

"Aw, dammit. This part of the planet wasn't supposed to be expectin' snow for at least another week!" Yondu grumbled as he brushed some snow off his leathers, staring in disgruntled dismay at the still falling white crystals.

Had he been with his ship maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy- but considering the two of you were camped about a mile away from the ship, staking out a potential new score, you understood his mood at waking up to being covered in snow.

"On the bright side, heard this place is supposed to be beautiful when it snows," you reasoned, before grinning. "Annd... maybe this will teach you to finally start taking a break around Christmas."

Yondu grumbled some more, pointedly ignoring you while digging around in his pack. He tossed it aside with a grumpy sigh and leaned back against the dead tree he had been sleeping under. "Must've left my damn gloves back on the ship."

Smiling softly you took his hands in your gloved ones, and said you could help him keep them warm. You bit your lip, hoping that you weren't coming across as too forward. After all, he was still your captain. There was a chance he'd turn down any advances you made for that reason alone.

It was clear from his expression that he didn't know how to feel at that offer. He wasn't used to offers of kindness, and he wasn't sure if this was only kindness coming from you. However, he didn't pull away. Instead, he quickly recovered and with a smirk pulled you closer to him, making you let out a surprised squeak at the sudden motion.

Now you were sitting beside him, touching, as he'd pulled one hand from yours and put it around you to pull you into a side-hug beside him.

"Oh-" you exclaim playfully. "Moving straight to cuddling, now are we?" You were surprised at this sudden escalation, but in truth you were glad to see he had taken it well, instead of immediately distancing himself or turning cold at the gesture.

"Just trying to keep my hands warm..." he answered, with a little too much cheek in his voice. You quickly realized why when you felt his hand reach up and place itself on the warm skin of your neck, just inside the collar of your coat.

This caused you to let out a shriek and you jolted in your position, swatting at him. "Your hands are freezing!" you scold. And to think you had worried about being too forward... at least he hadn't decided to put his hands up the back of your shirt instead.

Yondu just sat there chuckling and grappling for your swatting hands. "Hush- you're gonna give away our position, now!"

Quickly remembering that you were, indeed, still on a job you settled down, not wanting to be at fault if it went south, but you still gave Yondu a playfully cross look. All in all, despite him being an ass, this was actually going pretty well.

He merely grinned back at you and pulled you in once again, turning your attention to the seemingly abandoned building across the field from where you both were sat, where your mark was set to show up soon if everything were to go as planned.

You found yourself relaxing against him, and you could have sworn he did as well.

Until his freezing hands found their way back against your neck again under the guise of 'trying to get warm,' all while teasing you to be quiet lest you give your position away.

This time you made sure to grab his hands and hold them in yours, but you noticed that he didn't complain at all. Just sat there, one arm around you, both hands held in yours, pretending to be completely fixated on watching the building across the field, pretending not to notice when you relaxed into him once again.

It wasn't lost on you that you were seeing a side of him that rarely, if ever, saw the light of day, but next time you were definitely going to bring extra gloves.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Congratulations on the 600 followers, you totally deserve it! If your requests are still open, I'd like to use the prompt, "That wasn't a request" for Silva, but if you don't write for him then can it be for Chrollo? Is that's okay? Thank you, and have a great day!

Hiii I'm so sorry I'm answering this so late, along with the fact I'm going with your second choice, however I hope the fact I got... very carried away with this makes up for it!

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship. Not edited.

Word Count: 1180 m y b a d

This is the piece I had in mind that Reader is playing here

It was a rare occurrence to stay in one place for very long.

After the first few times, you were hoping that the words of reassurance that you would “get used to it” would provide the comfort they promised, but that relief had yet to come.

Sleeping on hard floors surrounded by cold walls remained impossible, the little sleep you did get weighing heavier and heavier with each passing day. Chrollo picked up on it easily, although that was of no surprise to you.

He often kept you close, letting you lay your head in his lap to use as a pillow in hopes to receive some of that comfort that he had promised you what felt like ages ago. While you weren’t exactly partial to being so intimately close to someone who had ripped you from your life, he gave what he had promised you, offering a source of warmth you couldn’t find anywhere else.

You knew what he was doing, which on one hand served to further your distaste towards him, however on the other you could feel whatever psychological trick he was pulling beginning to work. Each time he ran a hand through your hair, you pulled away less and less.

It was a struggle to stay sane, to say the least.

You longed for the monotony of your old life. Talking with friends, family - even to the strangers who came up to you to compliment your playing.

God, you missed that too.

Even if it was what led to Chrollo finding and taking you in the first place, you missed playing the organ in your church. The music was your own form of escape even before you were a prisoner.

But no, instead here you laid: curled up on the floor of yet another abandoned building with your head in your captors lap, pretending to sleep.

"I know you've been melancholy."

You curled in on yourself instinctively, turning your face into Chrollo's leg in the embarrassment of having been caught despite not doing anything wrong.

“I don’t pretend to be ignorant to your reasons.”

His fingers threaded through your hair as he stroked it, and there was a beat of silence before you offered up the only thing that didn't feel completely like a lie.

"I'm sorry."

He hummed lightly. "I know."

There was another beat before you felt him beginning to stand. You lifted your head up as he did, looking towards him with a combination of confusion and weariness.

"Come," he held up a hand towards you. "I want to show you something."

You stared at it for a moment before accepting the gesture.

The floorboards groaned under the weight of your feet, the noise echoing almost obnoxiously so around the rafters of the building and making you cringe.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said, placing your arm in his as he led you on. “There are several reasons why I chose this place.”

“Aside from the fact it’s dilapidated and abandoned?”

The quip came out before you could stop it, and you looked at him in apprehension. Weight lifted off your shoulders when he chuckled lightly, keeping his eyes forward.

“Yes, aside from that.” 

You kept your mouth shut as he guided you up a short set of steps.

“Churches hold a lot of symbolism for me, now more than they ever did before.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Something I am glad we can share a form of sentiment for.”

He brought the both of you to an abrupt stop, and you looked at him curiously when he dropped his arm from yours and held the other in an open gesture. “Because of that, I was hoping this would serve to lift your spirits.”

You followed the line of his gesture and it took a moment to register just what you were looking at.

You looked back up at him with initial delight before it gave way back to caution. “You want me to play?”

He only stared at you in response, and your lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know…”

He pressed you forward with a hand between your shoulder blades, not harshly enough to make you stumble, but firmly enough to communicate it wasn’t optional.

“I’m afraid that wasn’t a request.”

You frowned, an old defiance rearing its ugly head whenever someone demanded you play something for them.

“Anything in particular?”

He smiled softly at your acquiescence, “Whatever you please.”

You stared at the dusty keys for a moment, letting your mind wander to just how badly out of tune the pipes would be and what you could possibly play that would take that into account. After a while you settled on a piece, and you pressed down on the opening chords - stifling your own amusement at the startled snorts of the other members of the Phantom Troupe.

You kept your eyes on your work, not bothering to see Chrollo’s reaction regarding whether or not he knew exactly what you were playing. It didn’t matter since at this moment you weren’t playing for him. This was for you.

In this moment you allowed yourself to forget. Forget about the cold of the air that brought goosebumps to your skin and the ache for sleep that was ever present along with it. You closed your eyes, letting your body sway gently with the music and guide you with the dynamics and emotion that it craved, and for a moment you were free.

The key change in this was always your favourite, and you couldn’t help but smile when the chords swelled around you. The organ was incredibly out of tune, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care… it suited the piece - and your mood - perfectly.

You gradually opened your eyes as the part passed by, focusing on switching the pitches of the pipes as the lower notes came back to sing their part - quickly followed by a patch of notes that always seemed to get the better of you whenever you attempted them. You only fumbled slightly, not nearly enough to ruin the momentum of the song and certainly not enough to ruin the moment for you.

The ending was always a grand crescendo, one that demanded all of your attention as you worked your way up the octaves - mouth set in a firm line and careful not to make any further mistakes; smiling to yourself again once you succeeded.

At the end your hands remained hovered above the keyboard while the sound of the last chords reverberated around the rafters. It was only after quiet resumed its place that you lowered your hands back into your lap.

There was a sigh of contentment before he spoke, “You play beautifully.”

You glanced up at Chrollo’s face before returning your gaze back to your hands - flexing your fingers to occupy yourself and only humming in acknowledgement. Like your exhaustion, it wasn’t much of a secret how much he enjoyed hearing you play and the extent he’d go to hear it.

Your current affair was proof enough of that.

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Bat out of Hell

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Summary: After reaching Nancy's house in the Upside Down, you find out that nothing is as it seems, but at least you manage to get in contact with the others and find a way out of there - only to figure that you'll have to get back to the Upside Down to kill Vecna. Meanwhile Eddie hasn't had the chace to talk to you and tell you how he still feels, because he wants to do this once all of this is over. But will he get the chance to do this? Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 6173 Warning/Tags: major angst, canon-divergence (because y/n is part of season 4 now), canon-typical violence, scared and hurt Eddie,blood and injuries, fear and panic, call it a fix-it-fic in the end (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: QWe're nearing the end of Season 4, so you know what to expect.When I first started this with Eddie and y/n being kids, I didn't think I'd end up with a rewrite of the season, but here we are. 💚

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Part 1: Promises | Part 2: Should I Stay or Should I Go | Part 3: Rainbow in the Dark | Part 4: Holy Diver | Part 5: Bat out of Hell | Don't You (Forget About Me)

Nancy was the first to enter the house, it was her home after all, although it really didn’t look like it. It was the strange and eerie version of what she called her home. No family, no love to be found here. She didn’t want to waste time, or be here longer than necessary, so she led you up to her room. The only problem was that her guns were nowhere to be found. There were shoes in the box where one of her weapons should have been.

“I don’t understand…” You heard Nancy say. Of course she knew where she put her weapons, she was a responsible person and took care of something like that, especially with a little child living in the house. Still, something was off, and it wasn’t just the shoes. Nancy looked around, told you that she’d thrown the shoes away years ago, that the wallpaper was old, the mirror had gone to a yard sale as well. All three of you were watching her walk around, and she was freaking you out. Finally, she found something that could maybe bring a little sense into the whole situation.

“I think the reason that my guns aren’t here is because they don’t exist yet,” she said, still holding her diary in her hands. A diary that should be full of entries, but the last entry was the day Will Byers vanished, when this whole shitshow had started. You didn’t know everything, they hadn’t shared all the details, and you didn’t even want to know all of it, because what you already knew, what you’d experienced yourself… that was more than enough. And now you were stuck in some kind of parallel world in the past. Fucking great.

“Dusting! Dustin!” Steve yelled downstairs. You hadn’t even realised up until now that he hadn’t followed you upstairs. All of you rushed downstairs only to find Steve standing there yelling at… nothing. He was calling for Dustin, but nobody was there.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked him, so he turned around blinding you all with the flashlight.

“He’s here. Henderson. That little shit, he’s here. He’s like… He’s in the walls or something. Just listen!” Steve called out again, and for a moment, you really thought that he was going insane, but after what you’d seen so far, it was possible that he was right. And then you heard him, heard Dustin’s voice and all of you chimed in with Steve. It meant that you weren’t completely alone here, not fully abandoned.

But Dustin couldn’t hear you. While you were able to hear him, apparently he couldn’t hear your voices, because you knew that he wouldn’t just ignore you on purpose. But Nancy had an idea, because Will had been able to talk to his Mum through lights. It sounded absolutely ridiculous at first, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought that it might work out. It had apparently worked before, right?

Nancy tried out one of the lights, tried the switch, but the lights didn’t turn on, so that wasn’t going to work. Steve drew your attention to the hanging lamp that was glowing, not really brightly, but it was on somehow, and it was almost as if it was surrounded by some kind of shimmer. You grabbed Eddie’s hand, feeling his fingers wrap around yours straight away as you walked closer to the light. Nancy held her fingers into the light and it glowed even more, it was close to glittering, and you were absolutely mesmerised by the look of it.

All of you reached your hands into the light. Like moths, you were drawn to it, and it warmed your hand, tickled a little, but it felt… good in a way you couldn’t really describe. When Nancy asked if anyone knew morse code, you had to deny that, but Eddie spoke up, because he knew the code for SOS, which was the best you could send out in the end. And so he did, stepped up even closer and held his hand into the light. Three times short, three times long, three times short. He repeated it over and over again. And it worked!

Finally, you got a reaction out of them, making you sigh in relief. Thank God it had worked, and now you just had to find a proper way to communicate, but Dustin had an idea and gave you instructions. You followed Nancy and the others upstairs again and then you waited. It took them a moment on the other side to get everything ready, but finally you were able to talk to them, not just hear them.

“Okay, try it now!” Dustin’s voice echoed through the room and Nancy got to work, and to see if it worked out at all, she wrote HI with her fingers. And it worked! By God, it worked, and you hugged Eddie from the side because you were so happy. Hopefully, that meant that you’d somehow find a way out of here. Nancy wrote that you were stuck, and they picked up on that immediately.

“You can’t get back through watergate?” Dustin asked and you had to think a moment, but then you chuckled. Well, it was genius, because it described that gate perfectly. Still, Nancy told them that the gate was guarded, and when Dustin repeated that, Eddie clapped, making you grin to yourself.

Dustin and the others had an idea how to get you out of there. They thought that watergate wasn’t the only gate, that there was one at every murder site. You weren’t sure what he meant with that, but when Nancy sent that question mark, Dustin got agitated, and if the situation weren’t that serious, you would have chuckled.

“Jesus Christ. This kid’s gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said, shaking his head.

“It’s his tone. Right?” Eddie chimed in, but Nancy quickly took over again, figuring that Eddie’s trailer was their best bet. Still, seven miles would take you some time to get there on foot - but Robin brought up the bikes. Because even though you were here in the past, the Wheelers had always had bikes, so they should be available.

And they were, four of them, which meant that Eddie took you with him on the bike. It took a little wriggling around, but you managed. Holding onto Eddie for dear life, you made your way to his trailer, hoping that this would really work out. You tried not to look left and right, ignoring what was going on around you, because the shrieks from the demobats were already freaking you out more than enough.

When you reached the trailer, you discarded the bikes and got inside quickly, only to be met by a red glowing gate, at the ceiling, just like you’d seen in the lake.

“This is where Chrissy died,” Eddie spoke up, eyes fixed on the gate. You looked over at him, reaching for his hand to reassure him, show him that you were here. He couldn’t have done anything. You’d seen what had happened to Patrickm and nobody had been able to help him, so Eddie couldn’t have done a thing to help Chrissy. Now, you knew that music could help someone out of this trance-like state, but nobody had known that when it had happened at first. “Like, right where she died.” Eddie squeezed your hand, glad for the support, because this was really hard on him.

There was something in there, and when it burst through, permeating the membrane, all five of you jumped back, not sure what was going on, what was coming through. Eddie wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to protect you should anything happen. When you slowly walked up to the hole in the ceiling, you couldn’t believe your eyes. On the other side, there were Dustin, Max, Lucas and another girl you hadn’t yet met.

“It worked,” you whispered in disbelief, clinging on to Eddie. Finally, you’d be able to go back to your world. They did everything they could, put sheets and whatnot together so they could throw it to your side, and they even got Eddie’s mattress for you to land on, just in case, because gravity was still intact on each side.

“Those stains are, uh… I dunno what those stains are.” Eddie didn’t dare to look at each of you straight ahead.

“Yeah right,” you mumbled under your breath, trying to contain your laughter. In the end, it really didn’t matter, because all of you just wanted to get out of there. And it worked! The bound together sheets were anchored in the middle where both worlds met. You didn’t know how that worked, and you simply didn’t care.

Robin went first and you followed. Thank God for the mattress, because it really softened the landing. Eddie was next while Nancy and Steve stayed behind. And they didn’t make it though. Something happened with Nancy and she stood there, almost lifeless. You hadn’t seen that before, but most of the others had, they’d seen that exact thing happen to Max, to Chrissy. You’d seen it happen to patrick, but it hadn’t looked like this, his body had just been levitating above the water before his bones had cracked. Just the thought of that made you feel nauseous all over again.

“Music!” Robin said, knowing that it was the only thing that might bring Nancy out of this state, so you rushed to Eddie’s bedroom, looking through his tapes, but you weren’t sure what you were looking for.

“Steve says you need to hurry!” Erica came towards you, the panic evident in her voice, but all of you were panicking right now. For Max, you knew what song to play, but forNancy…

“What is all this shit?” Robin asked, holding up tapes.

“What are you even looking for?” Eddie came back with another couple of tapes. His collection had grown, but that didn’t make the situation easier right now.

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!”

“This is music!” Eddie yelled, seemingly overwhelmed with the situation, and it was never a good time to insult his music taste - and yours as well. But there were bigger problems at hand right now.

“She’s back!” you heard Steve yell, all of you immediately rushing back to the gate. Nancy was hanging on to Steve, still trying to recover from what had just happened, but she seemed to be unharmed. You couldn’t tell for sure, but there was nothing you could see. With a little effort, you got her through the gate and Steve followed.

“Let’s get out of here first,” Max spoke up, looking once more at the gate, at the opening looming over you. Her trailer was just across the road and you were safe there as well - and you didn’t have to fear anything crawling through the ceiling to attack you. You settled Nancy on a chair and brought her a glass of water before she was able to tell you what she’d seen.

What she told you was terrifying. A shudder racked your body, and Eddie picked up on it, wrapping his arm around you to give you a little security. When Nancy spoke about her family, about what Vecna had shown her, you rushed up to her, placing your hands on her shoulders, showing her that she wasn’t alone. Of course, Steve was right, that Vecna had just wanted to scare her, but that didn’t take away the fear and the pain.

“It’s not real,” Steve tried to reason.

“Not yet…” Nancy shook her head, because what she’d seen had been so real to her, had been the future Vecna wanted for Hawkins, for the world… It was terrifying. Especially when she mentioned the four gates that weren’t in the Upside Down Hawkins, but in your Hawkins, that were here and growing bigger and bigger. You were glad that you were able to concentrate on Nancy, on trying to soothe her shaking a little bit, because otherwise, you would have probably freaked out completely.

“Four chimes. Vecna’s clock.” Max spoke up, getting everyone to look at her, and everyone made the connection. Four chimes, four kills, four gates. Vecna’s plan all along.

Eddie buried his face in his hands, cursing under his breath. This was all a little too much, for all of you. The end of the world and you were right in the middle of it, no escaping it. Max had been trying to reach the others in California, to reach Mike and Will and El and Jonathan, but there was no reaching them. In a desperate attempt, she tried again, but to no avail. Even though Joyce had a job that required her to be on the phone at least one call should have gone through ever since all this had started, but the line was constantly busy. You could agree on the fact that something was definitely wrong, but with no way to reach any of them, you couldn’t find out what, or where they were - or if they were safe at all. There had to be a connection to what was going on here.

“But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead.” Nancy turned back towards you, a plan apparently forming in her head. “We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.”

“What?” you asked, followed by no’s and questions from the other, because this was insane, right? She couldn’t be serious! Not after you’d just escaped all of this madness. You’d barely made it out alive and now she wanted to go back in there?

She had a point, sure, but it was still absolutely insane. Yes, you hadn’t been prepared and you could get weapons and whatnot, but something still didn’t sit right with you. While Nancy told you her plan which was more of a rough draft, you scooted over to Eddie again. He was fidgeting around, nervous and scared, so you had to be by his side. Taking his hand in yours, you sat down next to him, feeling his tension ease away a little bit. You tried to follow the discussion, honestly not caring about what you called that… thing, but everything else was important. And Robin was right, it wasn’t a fair fight with Vecna’s superpowers.

“Why fight fair?” Dustin said, pulling your attention towards him. Yes, you - or rather they - knew Eeven’s strengths and weaknesses, which really came in handy right now. Because that meant that Vecna would probably go into that same trance-like state as Eleven and you knew just where his body would be then: in the attic of his house. That could work, but there was still the army of bats. You’d need to distract them, but for that, none of you had a plan yet. In theory, all that sounded good, but Robin was right in saying that there was no pattern to Vecna’s killings - but you knew whom he’d attack next. Max. If she didn’t listen to Kate Bush, she’d draw Vecna towards her, and while you wanted to protest, it was the only chance you had. She’d distract him long enough for you to kill Vecna. If she started to levitate again, someone would put the music back on to draw her back. Theoretically a good plan, but you still had a bad feeling about all this. You couldn’t talk Max out of this, she was set on playing the bait, and you’d do your best to kill that sick son of a bitch.

To achieve that, you needed weapons, and Eddie knew just the place for it. The War Zone. You’d never heard of that place, but that didn’t matter. When Eddie told you that he’d been there once before, you scrunched up your nose.

“What did you… oh never mind.” Of course, you wanted to know, but it really didn’t matter right now. Otherwise he would have probably not thought about this place, and you needed something to defend yourselves, and to kill Vecna.

“How is any of this legal?” Robin asked, speaking your thoughts, but did it really matter? Right now, you were lucky that it was, because otherwise, you had no idea how you’d get your hands on weapons otherwise. It was risky, sure, but it was the only chance you had, so you needed to try it. The only question was how to get there, and Dustin was right, it would take you ages to get there, but apparently, Eddie had a plan.

“What, you got some sort of car we don’t know about?” Steve asked, eyes fixed on Eddie. The same question was going through your mind, because there was no car parked outside that belonged to any of you.

“It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but, uhh… it’ll do.” Eddie provided little more information, but you trusted him. Right now, you’d do practically anything to get you where you needed to be. Still, you couldn’t run around or drive around with Eddie visible to everyone, so he asked Max for a mask, a bandana, whatever so that he could hide his face. That she came up with a Michael Myers mask, would normally have been hilarious if it weren’t for the current situation.

Eddie led the way, all of you following him, trying to be as quiet as possible to not garner anyone’s attention. He headed straight for his neighbour’s caravan. Probably not the best idea, but the best you could come up with right now, because it was available, and all of you fit inside.

Eddie went in through an open window, chucking the mask as soon as possible. You followed after him, and then everyone else. Eddie went straight for the door to make sure that it was locked, before he got in the passenger seat. There were no keys, but you knew that Eddie was able to hotwire the thing. One thing his father had taught him, that he’d never wanted to do again, but right now, it definitely came in handy.

While you found a place to sit, Steve and Eddie had a little talk, but Robin intervened.

“Eddie, I’m not sure I like the idea of you driving.”

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya big boy?” And so Eddie did. The banging on the door followed suit, and so Eddie and Steve swapped places so that you could get going. Everyone held onto something, and Eddie found the spot next to you, pulling you into his lap so that he could keep you safe. Your heart fluttered at his urge to keep you safe, to watch out for you instead of his own safety first. Your hands found his around your waist and you took a deep breath. It was a wild ride, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Nancy was in the front with Steve and Lucas talked to Max, probably going through their plan again, you weren’t really sure, because you zoned out. At least you tried to drown everything out and focus on Eddie. His head was resting between your shoulder blades, nose pressed against your shirt, inhaling deeply. He was probably trying to calm down as well, and so you anchored each other until you reached the War Zone.

“You go inside, I’ll stay here with Eddie, if anyone comes by.” Which was highly unlikely, but you were pretty sure that the others would manage on their own, and you didn’t want to leave him alone.

“We’ll stay here as well,” Dustin said looking at Lucas. If all of them walked in there, it would have been too much. While you would have liked a moment alone with Eddie, it was probably for the better. You hadn’t had a moment alone ever since you’d lost him at Rick’s house.

Once they were gone, you close the door and leaned against it for a moment, before you turned around and drew that curtain closed. You couldn’t lock the door, because the others should be able to get back in without a problem.

“You could have gone in there with them,” Eddie said, looking up at you from where he was sitting.

“I know, but I… we wanted to stay here. None of us should be alone right now.” You took the seat opposite him while Dustin kept pacing around. He was hoping for the others to go in there and get back out as fast as they could, but there were so many cars parked here that you weren’t sure that it would be that easy.

“I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.” Eddie shook his head before he buried his face in his hands. This situation was bad enough as it was, but he wished he could have kept you out of it.

“Eddie, this is not your fault.” You reached out your hand to him, put it on his knee and waited until he looked at you. “I could have left, but I chose to stay because of you. Because I knew you hadn’t done that and wanted to prove it.” And now you were caught in the middle of it, because you cared about the others as well.

“Still… I wish we could have resolved all this sooner.”

“Me too…” By God, you did, because then you would have been with him years ago, and the whole Chrissy situation might not have happened the way it had. In the end, it didn’t matter, because you were here now.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” Dustin asked after a while, eyes on his watch. Before anyone could answer, the door flew open and everyone filed in in a hurry.

“You old friends are here,” Erica provided, while everyone tried to find a place and Steve started the caravan again. You could do without seeing Jason or anyone else for that matter, so it was good that you made a quick departure.

Steve found a place a bit off the road before you got back to Hawkins where you could prepare for your weapons. You had a moment to breathe out here, take it all in. All of these people fighting for each other and the town as well. You found your place next to Robin and Steve preparing the bottles, but your eyes were on Eddie and Dustin.

It was obvious how much they cared about each other. It had been obvious before, but their interaction right now made your heart swell. The way they were able to goof around at least for a little bit made you happy. You had no idea when or if you could ever be this carefree again, so they had to seize every opportunity they got.

“Have you told him?” Robin asked you, following your line of sight.

“Told him what?” You felt your cheeks burn from being caught, diverting your attention back to the task at hand.

“That you love him.”

“I-”

“Don’t try to deny it. Just… let him know.”

“I will.” You heaved a sigh. This wasn’t the right time or place, and every time the two of you had gotten close again, someone or something had interrupted and killed the mood. “Once this is all over.”

“You really think this is a good idea? To wait?”

“I want us to be focused, so I can’t tell him. Depending on his reaction, I won’t be able to focus at all.”

“Fair enough,” Robin nodded her head, before she gave your shoulder a squeeze, returning her attention back to Steve. You could hear their conversation, but your eyes found Eddie and Dustin again.When they shoved each other, you had to smile, because it was good, took the edge off this situation at least for a moment.

Once you were finished with your preparations, you made your way back to Hawkins, dropping Max, Erica and Lucas off at the Creel house.

“We’ll see you once this is over,” you said to them trying to keep your hopes up, while you were still having this bad feeling inside. Still, you had to believe that you could do that, that you could defeat Vecna.

It was hard to separate the group, because every horror movie had told you to stick together, but that wasn’t possible, because you needed to be in three places at the same time. And so you set out to go back to Eddie’s trailer, back to the Upside Down.

Once there, you went through your plan again. The others would meet up with Lucas, Erica and Max, make themselves known and then head in, while Dustin, Eddie and you would distract the demobats. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was your only chance. You could have done without ever going back into the Upside Down, but that was where you were headed.

Luckily, there wasn’t anyone out here who could have seen you and you made it into the trailer. Steve went first and got the mattress on the other side so that each of you could get through the same way you’d gotten out. You threw your weapons through to the other side, joined Steve there and quickly went outside. You didn’t want to waste any more time, and you also didn’t want to let the other three wait too long for you.

“Hey, guys, listen.” Steve turned around to face you, and told you to abort the mission if anything didn’t go according to plan. You needed to draw the attention of the bats, distract them for a moment, and then get to your own safety. “Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something.”

You were the decoy, a vital part of this mission, but not the ones to go into Vecna’s lair and give him what he deserved.

“Look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie’s lips lifted up into a small smile. He’d never seen himself as something like that, but to you, he’d always been your hero, and he was one right now.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie took a step forward when Steve turned around once more. “Make him pay.” For Chrissy, for what he was doing with Max, for everything Vecna had put you through… The two men nodded at each other, before you parted ways.

You set to work, got everything you needed to make the trailer as demobat safe as possible. You tried to close every opening there was so that you would be safe in there. It was still risky, but the best chance you had.

“Now for the fun part,” you heard Eddie say and you knew exactly what he meant. To be honest, you were rather excited to finally hear him play again after all these years. Seeing his guitar here was almost surreal.

“It’s like… she was destined for an alternate dimension.” And she did. All this was absolutely bonkers, but it was really happening. “What do you say… Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“That a rhetorical question?” Dustin asked, making you smile. You were as ready as you could be and it really was the fun part in all of this. The one thing you had to concentrate on in order to make it through this night. Now you had to wait. Everything was ready, and when they initiated Phase three through the walkie talkie, you could finally get to work.

Dustin plugged in the amp and your eyes were on Eddie, your heart racing in your chest. This had to work, or your whole plan was doomed.

“Chrissy, this is for you,” he said, ripping off his necklace to use the guitar pick to play. You stayed by Dustin’s side, watching Eddie play and when he struck the first chord, goosebumps covered your arm. You’d been sure that he’d gotten even better, but finally seeing and hearing him play, surpassed your wildest imaginations.

Both you and Dustin kept your eyes open for the demobats and when you finally saw them, you nudged Dustin, who in turn let Eddie know. Thirty seconds, then you had to rush inside. Dustin motioned for you to go ahead, but you didn’t want to leave them alone.

“T minus twenty!” Dustin yelled over the music, before he looked at you. “Go! We’ll follow!”

You looked at Eddie once more, before you climbed down from the roof and headed towards the door, leaving the guys behind. You could still hear the music, waited for it to subside so that you could have Dustin and Eddie by your side again. You held the grid open for them when you didn’t hear music anymore. They really had to hurry, because the bats were coming closer. Just in time, they were with you, and you could shut the goddamn beasts out.

“Come on!” you beckoned them to get inside the trailer, because two doors were better protection than just the one. Once that door was closed behind you, you were able to take a deep breath. Now, you just had to hope that you’d bought the others enough time.

While Dustin yelled “most metal ever” and the two of them were celebrating, you were trying to listen to what was going on outside. Of course that moment had been absolutely awesome, but you couldn’t forget the situation you were in. Especially not when you heard the demobats crash against the outside of the trailer, their screeches reaching your ear. You reached for your weapons and Dustin and Eddie did the same, in case you needed to protect yourselves

All of a sudden, there was silence, and that scared you more than all the sounds they’d made before. When Dustin yelled at them, Eddie shushed him immediately. This really wasn’t necessary. You rather listened, trying to figure out what was happening, because you didn’t think that they’d just gone and left you here. And if they did, you were in even more trouble.

“They’re on the roof,” Eddie said, eyes darting upwards. You looked up as well, still listening. This wasn’t good, definitely not. And then you saw it: the air vent. You didn’t even really hear Dustin’s question, eyes fixed on the spot when they broke through. All of you yelled, because you were scared, but also to shoo them away. A desperate attempt, but right now, you were ready to try everything. You stabbed at them with your spears to keep them out, and it worked, but Eddie had the best idea when he reached for the shield he’d made, grabbed a chair so that he could reach the ceiling, and sealed the hole with the shield.

It worked and for a moment you thought you were safe, until Dustin asked about any other vents and Eddie started running. You stayed behind, but Eddie and Dustin were too late, because they’d already broken through the vent, so they closed the door and ran back towards you. The door wouldn’t hold, that much was clear.

“Let’s go!” Eddie yelled, his eyes fixed on you. “Go!” It wasn’t a question anymore, more of a demand, a plea, and you followed, dropping your weapons to climb through to the other side. You got up quickly to make room for them, and Dustin followed. But Eddie… Eddie stopped halfway, looking back at the door. And there it was again, the miserable git feeling you had.

“Eddie, come on! You’re so close!” Dustin yelled, and you looked up through the hole next to him.

“Eddie please! You need to hurry!” you called out, ready to get back in there to pull him out by yourself. But Eddie was quicker and cut the rope that connected your worlds.

“Eddie! No!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs, heart nearly beating out of your chest. This wasn’t happening. No, no, you weren’t having it. But Eddie was set on this, and especially on you not following him, because he pushed the mattress aside as well.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” Dustin yelled, eyes fixed on Eddie, who looked up at you once more.

“I’m buying more time.” He didn’t wait for a reaction before he turned around and left.

“No!” Dustin and you screamed in unison. No, no, no! How could he be so stupid?!

“We have to go after him.” Eyes glazing over with tears, because you couldn’t lose him like this, you looked at Dustin.

“I know.” He looked around frantically, before he put the mattress aside and reached for one of the chairs.

“That won’t work. Let me help you.” You put your hands together so that you could give him a leg up and it worked. Dustin had a crash landing on the other side, but he got up quickly again. Limping to the side. You got on the chair and jumped up to reach the edge of the gate, clinging onto it. You’d been good at gymnastics in school, yo you managed to turn your body there so that you didn’t go through head first, but landed on your legs.

“Can you walk?” you asked Dustin, ready to leave him behind, but he told you that he was fine - which was far from the truth, but he ignored the pain, just like you’d do in this situation.

As fast as you could, you made your way towards Eddie, following your line of sight to where the swarm of demobats was, because that was where Eddie had to be. When you’d nearly reached him, the demobats fell to the ground. You had no idea what was happening, but they weren’t attacking anymore, they were… dying as it seemed.

When your eyes landed on Eddie lying on the floor, you started running towards him. Immediately getting on your knees when you reached him.

“Eddie!” his name fell from your lips in a sob, your hands trembling as you didn’t know where to touch him or if you should touch him at all. There was so much blood, so many injuries, and he didn’t move.

You cradled his head in your hands, not realising that your tears were already falling, wetting his cheeks.

“That bad, huh?” he managed to say, eyes trying to focus on you.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” Dustin said, trying to lift Eddie’s body up, but to no avail. You managed to lift his upper body a little bit, bedding his head in your lap.

“I think.. I need a second.” Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, trying to breathe. Your eyes scanned his body again, but you couldn’t look at it, at all the damage the demobats had done to him. You had to believe that you’d get him out of here.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie’s words made another sob rack your body. You brushed the tears away violently. You didn’t want to cry, wanted to be strong for him, but you couldn’t. Not when the man you loved lay here in your lap, fighting the darkness and the fatigue that were looming over him, drawing him in to close his eyes and give up.

“No. No. No. No. You didn’t run.” Dustin reassured him, but then Eddie told him that he had to look after his sheep for him, made Dustin say it. You couldn’t look at him, bottom lip trembling from trying not to cry even harder than you already were. You were trying to keep your composure, to be the light in the dark for Eddie that he could concentrate on, but it was so goddamn hard when you heard him talk like that. While you were runnign your fingers through his hair, you reached out your other hand to take Dustin’s in yours, show him that he wasn’t alone, but also tell yourself that you were in this together.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate.” Eddie tried to chuckle, but it didn’t take any weight off this situation. “I think it’s my year… I think it’s finally my year.” His breathing grew ragged, his hand reaching for yours in his hair.

“I love you, man,” he said, his eyes still fixed on Dustin, his hand weakly holding yours.

“I love you, too…” Dustin closed his eyes, trying his hardest to breathe.

“Y/N…” Eddie looked up at you, trying to focus on your face. “I have to tell you… something.” His voice was getting weaker, but he gathered his last strength to get these words out.”“No!” you heard yourself say, shaking your head violently, tears blurring your vision. “No, Eddie! You’re gonna tell me whatever you have to say when we’re back. I don’t want to hear it.” “Y/N… please.” Eddie gave one last squeeze to your hand, before his own hand fell away from you, leaving Dustin and you in sudden silence. Silence had never been so deafening before.

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[the-ink-of-roses]

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - tim drake

— 'you were so sure you didn't know him, but somehow you felt the need to hug him and heal his bruised heart.'

- immortal!tim drake x reincarnated!reader - warnings: mentions of death, a realllllly wonky reincarnation thing going on, idk tbh, sobs, set twenty years in the future. - written with gn reading in mind! the reader is an orphan

this is the first prompt of a writing event im doing with @irenica and @damianwaynesproperty !!!!!! both of them are awesome writers and people, be sure to check their blogs out!

prompt: you died, i saw you die so i died with you, but standing here, right now, why does it feel like i know you from a whole nother world? "you seem familiar but this is the first time we've met."

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaa this one has my whole heart in it <;3

there's something so familiar about the church's roof, you almost feel at home.

it's weird really; the church is abandoned, known for its hauntings but still, whatever you seem to do you cannot keep away from it, even after your friends warn you about the death of a young person there.

according to them, the person's name was the same as yours--which makes you automatically cool--and around two decades ago, they died here.

the funny part--it's funny to you but gruesome to everyone else--is that the church had security cameras in every corner, yet the footage of all of them is blurred out like someone is avoiding seeing the person's death and now it's a ghost story

not one person in new gotham can figure it out.

the typical gotham part stays the same, the person (a lot of people called them y/n which is weird for you because apparently, the orphanage decided to name you after a ghost)

none of the stories you've heard has stopped you from climbing onto the roof here for sure. 

thinking about it, it should have at least freaked you out; someone with the same name as you died here, all the evidence was erased and then no records of that person who shared the same name as you ever existed, it was incredibly easy to brush them off as rumours.

but your orphanage owner knew them apparently.

he would look at you with a sad smile more often than not, telling you how much you were like his passed friend, that’s why you were named as such.

you called it unable to move on but all to their own.

sitting here right now, you suddenly feel the urge to pay your respects to the y/n that passed, feeling somewhat responsible for continuing their legacy. it’s silly when you think about it, but they apparently passed the same year you were born. 

you silently vow to live your life, not just for yourself but for your namesake too. history won’t erase you, not this time.

out of an old habit--and pure instinct--you throw a coin into a dried well beside you. 

normally, people are surprised with the gorgons here, but you weren’t surprised at the number of gorgons and the one well here; this was kind of old gotham, what you’d heard was there were a lot of them.

almost too many.

but you liked them so you weren’t complaining. even right now, they feel comfortable, and you are sure if they were alive you would hug them.

just as you look around them though, you spot something inscribed on the wall of the church. 

curiosity calls at you and you walk towards it, completely unaware of the sudden appearance of a man wearing red, glaring at you through the shadows a few feet away.

-

tim doesn’t like it anyone coming to the place where his lover died, and he especially hates it when they make it a ghost story, throwing a coin into the place where the two of them had all those years ago.

if being a ghost story, a shadow of who tim drake used to be, is needed to make sure teenagers are kept out of this site, then so be it. he’ll be the haunting lover of the old church in gotham, he’ll protect your last memory with him until he dies until time tears him into whatever they’ve made of bruce.

until he can forget the smell of chocolate cake and coffee on the night before your death, he will haunt this place. until your face is nothing but a blank, he will protect this.

so he attacks once again. 

warning the person who walked into the place he lost the most important person of his life by dragging his bo-staff across the old brick walls, creating a noise you hated.

“timmy!”

he shakes himself from the same old walking nightmare of your scream. 

it’s been more than two decades but he can’t get rid of that goddamn yell of his name that lingers in his brain, he can’t get rid of your last lingering touches, or the media blaming it on him. blaming it on red robin.

it’s all his fault though. everything that happened here is. it’s his fault, all his fault. all his fau–

it’s when the person turns to where he’s scratching the staff.

you look just as beautiful as you did when you died in his arms.

-

the church inscriptions are weird. 

most of them have your name written and crossed out, with some having yours in a heart with the name of another person. ‘tim drake’

you don’t know who that is, but the name fills you with a feeling of safety you’ve never felt before. it makes you feel like coming home to chocolate cake waiting with a cup of coffee and a lover, even if you’ve never had any of those things.

it sounds like metal being dragged across a brick, textured wall and you hate that noise. you despise it more than you’ve hated almost anything else.

so you turn to make sure it’s no prank.

when you do turn, you walk over to the ledge to look at something, hoping it's a prank from down below rather than here. you don’t want to believe the ghost stories, you’re better than the ghost stories. 

but you’re not better than algae apparently, so in the most cliche way, you slip on some of it, almost tumbling over the edge. on instinct, you scream, not recognising the name you’ve yelled.

‘tim!’ maybe you screamed for him just because you’d read the name earlier. it doesn’t matter anymore though because you’ve lost all balance.

you’re sure your heart stopped for a moment, as just as you’re about to accept death again, a scream of your name is heard from above and just before you can fall off, two arms reach for you, pulling you back to safety.

the guy is breathing harshly, keeping you flush against him in a tight grip, like he’s afraid of letting you go.

eventually, you tap on his shoulder and the stranger stumbles back with a confused look. 

“thank you for the save here.” you awkwardly shuffle your feet, smiling at the person. “i’m not scared of ghost hauntings, but algae definitely terrify me now. i’m y/n, y/n l/n, you are?”

he blinks like he didn't expect that, and there’s a certain look in his eyes that makes you want to go over and hug him or at least have his arms around you again, missing the warmth you had when he held you.

you shake them off; the guy is attractive. it’s just a once-in-a-time crush, nothing else.

“tim.” he hesitantly speaks, almost like it pains him to do so.

you laugh when he does. probably rude but it was funny to you, okay? “ how funny is it that both of us have the same name as the ones on the walls? think this was destiny?” 

you’re only joking around, it’s obvious with your laughter, but a part of you is upset when he smiles slightly, acknowledging it as a joke. you offer one last smile to tim before starting to walk away. 

tim’s shadow makes it look like tim wants to reach out to you with a hand outstretched but when you turn back, he’s standing normally. not wanting to make it awkward, you smile at him again, “i’ve got a biology test tomorrow, so i should get going, but i’ll see you again, yeah?” 

he’s lost in a daze before he nods back, and you walk away, missing the stranger once suddenly.

-

fate hates him. it’s playing a game with him.

someone who looked like the love of his life, yelling his name, falling over the same ledge you fell over all those years ago, it’s a sick game he cannot get out of.

so he rushes to catch them. 

tim does what he wished he did when you fell twenty years ago and he catches you and hugs you tight. tim blinks off the violent imagery of you falling, of you being killed by someone down there while he’s tied over the ledge and forced to watch.

he tumbles back when he realises he’s hugging this person, his heart breaking when they speak.

that’s y/n. but is it his y/n? are they the same one he fell in love with? he doesn’t know for sure but when you talk about your biology test, he curses the fates again for this game they’re playing. 

he doesn’t know who he’s angrier at; himself for doing this or whoever controls this hellscape now for letting either of you rest.

maybe it’s both because seeing you here is somewhat of hell on its own. the only difference is that now instead of the scream he heard twenty years ago, he’s got a new fresh scream that sounds exactly like yours haunting his days.

[hmslusitania]

Fic prompt: 118 go out to a bar for a firefam hangout. Buck and Eddie share either a slightly inebriated or incredibly drunken kiss/hook up. They vow to never let it happen again (it was only cause of the alcohol of course!) but then they just keep accidentally making out/hooking up over the next few months in increasingly hilarious and thinly veiled ways. They cannot remember how to act normally around each other in front of other people and are either fumbly and weird (in a funny way) or are even more tactile and familiar with each other than usual. The rest of the firefam definitely notices.

If this sparks no joy feel no pressure to respond/publish this ask! This has been in my head forever and I love your writing so I thought I'd send it just in case. I could see you making it so hilarious and sweet.

Okay, so I didn't 100% follow the prompt here, and it got...grossly marshmallowy somewhere along the way but have this!

The first time it happens, there’s a good reason.

At least, Eddie will swear up and down on whatever sacred object offered to him for the purpose that there was a good reason.

Or, at least, it started with a good reason.

They’d been out with the rest of the 118, a celebration of their first couple shifts back together as a family group. Chim had been the first to peel off, eager to get home to Maddie and Jee, and none of them had given him any shit for it because, like, they got it. Hen had been next, on account of feeling guilty for leaving Karen alone with Denny and Chris, even though now that the boys are eleven, they don’t really require much supervision. Bobby and Ravi had left together, Buck throwing a solemn salute in Ravi’s direction on their way out while Eddie tipsily giggle-snorted into his beer. Ravi had spent a little too much of the night after his second drink talking about the various traumas of his childhood, and Bobby had offered to drive him home – ostensibly to save him the Lyft fare, but it was plain that Ravi was in for the longest Captain Dad talk.

And then it’s just Buck and Eddie.

“Do you want to split, too?” Buck asks, finishing off his drink. He’s eyeing the menu chalked behind the bar like he’s fine with whatever Eddie says.

“Nah,” Eddie says, draining the last of his bottle. “It’s been so long since I was out anywhere, it’s nice.”

“I mean, you went out with Ana,” Buck says. He sounds confident in this assertion, and – unless Eddie’s drunk enough to hear things – bitter.

Eddie blocks out the shudder that grabs him at the various memories of his relationship with Ana Flores and makes a good show of scanning the menu. “Not really. Aside from our first date, the entire time we were together, the pandemic was on.”

Because he can’t help himself, he adds, “Not like with you and Taylor.”

The name twists in his mouth like bad leftovers and sends almost as much of a shudder through him as Ana.

“Not, uh, not really,” Buck says, staring down at their glass-covered table and drawing shapes in the condensation that’s dripped and spilled off some of the empties their family left behind. “We kind of never left my apartment and not even in the fun way, she was just always there.”

Eddie misses casual by a few marks when he says, “You’ve really gotta move, man.”

“Yeah, I know,” Buck says. He clears his throat. “What do you want? I’ll go up.”

Eddie gives him a selection and settles back in the booth seat while Buck goes to get it. He checks his phone, where he finds a message from Karen that’s a picture of Chris and Denny sprawled out in a blanket fort, completely unconscious, video game controllers lying abandoned in a pile and guarded over by Paisley whose tail is wagging in the live capture.

While he waits for Buck to return, he gets a text from Hen letting him know she’d made it home safe and that Christopher is good.

Buck has officially been gone too long when he gets a text from Ravi to the group chat complaining that Bobby had talked – uninterrupted – the entire twenty minute drive to Ravi’s apartment.

Eddie tucks his phone away and scans the bar. He spots Buck almost instantly, but it’s not a good picture. He’s tucked himself as close to the bar as he can, using it as a protective structure for his chest while he looks over his shoulder in Eddie’s direction, desperate. The pair of young women cornering him there look like they’ve been trying to paw and touch.

Eddie’s out of the booth and heading in Buck’s direction before he pauses to think. It’s only once he stands up that he physically registers the tequila shots Ravi had thought were a good idea. He reels for a second while the bar takes on a fuzzier, friendlier quality, made all the easier to handle since his head no longer feels attached to his body, and then makes his way over to save Buck.

“—my boyfriend!” Buck is saying when Eddie reaches them, the desperation in his eyes begging Eddie to just go with it.

And, yeah, Eddie’s more than capable of doing that.

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[cthulhubert]

I uh. It's December. You may or may not have noticed.

I did Nanowrimo, spent my "creative projects half hour" slot on that, and completely forgot about posting my fourth year of daily drawings for October. Nevertheless, into my my art tag it goes.

In a fit of petty first world anarchism, I did Inktober's prompts, but digitally.

This year's been busy, so I tried to stick to my half an hour per day drawing time slot. (I say, gritting my teeth, forehead vein bulging as I look at the parts I don't like.)

I am forcing myself to acknowledge that the past year—with its approximately 130 hours of drawing practice—has resulted in some improvements to line control, anatomy, and perspective, but I'm definitely also reaching the point where several of these feel too embarrassing to post.

In fact I only picked nine, instead of the ten I did the last few years.

Please read some of the captions because at least I do think I'm funny.

Dreams was an auspicious start. I like this Bakugirl.

Fortune... exists. I should've been a little bolder with the fairy actually like, interacting with the dragon woman's palm, really being present there, instead of just sort of posed on top. I also should've made the table smaller, dragoness is supposed to be huge.

I immediately decided I was doing some kind of pair for Angel and Demon. Please ignore that the actual prompt was not Devil. It's close enough right? If I had more time and ambition the devil girl's net was going to be made of serpents. I did not really capture her "shouting" expression the way I wanted, but now that I'm looking it's not execrable. Angel's dreads are definitely more half hearted than I wanted. This one did at least convince me that my next batches of studies need to be of clothed figures.

Rise got my favorite concept for the whole month. Cause it's bread. Get it? eh? Please enjoy our little alchemist workshopping her lines for introducing her magnum opus. Tried to lean into cartoonish with her face.

I spent a solid 10 minutes trying to decide what to do for Dagger, and then all of a sudden it was like a voice spoke to me: "Do fan art of one of your favorite games of all time." I wish the Final Fantasy series hadn't abandoned that more stylized, cartoonish vibe. You know, one of the most interesting things about drawing is realizing that I am 100% looking at things that I have previously—apparently!—only kind of glanced at. Like I would not, before drawing this, have described Garnet as having, to be frank, a prodigious bosom, significant badonkerage, or ginormous dobonhonkeros. To be frank. And a really low cut top to boot. But here we are. I like this face. Wish I'd chosen a more dynamic pose.

For Shallow I decided to do a little snippet of something from one of my stories (coincidentally one related to what I was working on in November). The anatomy is a bit iffy. And even though she's literally supposed to have been buried in a shallow hole in the woods, I had to add a gravestone because I wasn't confident how well that showed.

Rush is another one where I was not at all sure what I was going to do until the brain noise intruded, "Firetrucks are red because red's the color of communism and they're always Russian[Rushin'] around." What was I thinking with that background?

Hilariously, I didn't notice the final prompt of Inktober and how well Fire went with my spontaneous choice for the previous day. It's only now that I'm posting that I realized during export I must have turned off the "background" layer that shows a(n attempt at a) continuation of the previous background. I recall being really frustrated trying to get the foreshortening right on this mischievous fire-ninja jill-o-lantern's arms, but it doesn't look so awful now.

It's fascinating feeling myself more fully move into the phase of learning where I can tell that I'm on the cusp of drawing this or that noticeably better, I just have to push, put a bit more time into individual pieces. And of course, practice.

Next I think I'll aim for at least four and up to twelve studies of clothed figures. Might stop to try and find some good hints on drawing a good fire, or something that suggests dirt.

But I also have some writing to do. I got engaged in my Nanowrimo project. I'm finishing something else up that a friend and I have worked on in bits for years. Of course, what I'd really like is to do some writing and drawing practice every day. It hasn't happened yet, but then again, between picking up drawing supplies and actually starting to practice daily, "It hasn't happened yet" was the case for years.

Until it wasn't.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

38 and Merle for the fluff prompts? :0

(I'm really missin Merle today </3 )

38. "May I have this dance?"

--

The sun was setting over the forest that lined the horizon, but the wedding reception for Carey and Killian was still in full swing. For the adults, at least. Mavis and Angus had taken up one of the tables in the back to stay away from the crowd at large. Angus had brought a few books along, as he promised he would last week when they talked over their Stones. Mavis would have brought her own books, but she wasn't really sure if she'd be allowed. A lot of the weddings at the Coralheart Clan were kind of stuffy and loud, and Mavis was told several times that "reading during an important event was rude". Mom defended her a lot, but it didn't always get through people's heads.

But this wedding, no one really commented on it. Maybe that's because they didn't have the Coralheart Clan's explanation, or maybe it was because they were too busy celebrating, but Mavis definitely wasn't going to complain. She was almost caught up with Caleb Cleveland, Kid Cop again and with the next book coming out this fall, she wanted to be ready.

Mookie had drained his energy out within the last few hours and now, he was on the chair next to Mavis, his head pressed against the table, fast asleep. He had one thumb in his mouth, a habit that Mom was trying to train him out of, and his shoes had been kicked off. Angus had already left because he had a "very important job interview for a very important job!" to get to tomorrow morning. He had left three books with her and, while Mavis was pretty tired herself, she was determined to get through this next one before going home.

"You doin' alright, pumpkin?" said a voice from her right. Mavis looked up to see Merle standing there. He had abandoned his bowtie and suit jacket directly after the ceremony and Mavis didn't know where his shirt and shoes had ended up, but they weren't with him now.

"I'm okay," Mavis said, voice low. She glanced over at Mookie and Merle followed her gaze.

"Might be time to get home soon," Merle said. "Don't wanna give a grumpy Mookie back to your mom, huh?"

"I just want to finish this book first," Mavis said. "I've got five more chapters."

"Gotcha," Merle said. Mavis lifted the book back up to read, but she didn't get past one line before Merle said, "If you got time for five more chapters, d'you think you've got time to for a dance with your old man?"

Mavis glanced at her books. And then at Mookie, who snorted in his sleep. Then, back at Merle, who was smiling at her hopefully.

"Yeah," Mavis said, slipping an unused napkin between the pages (she'd normally dogear the page but these were Angus's books, after all). "I think I can do that."

"Well then," Merle said, holding out a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Mavis grinned, cheeks a little flushed. She took Merle's hand and hopped out of her seat. Her feet were aching and she was thankful Mom made her pack flat so she was able to take off her heels earlier. She followed Merle out to the middle of the dance floor, where he waved at somewhere behind her and lifted a thumbs up into the air. The music quieted and then stopped completely. And then, in place of the drums-heavy song they had had before, someone started to play the piano.

"It's a better vibe," Merle said, doing what might have been a wink, but with the one eye, it just looked like he was blinking at Mavis with intention. A violin joined in. Mavis's eyebrows shot up and Merle grinned. "Look, Killian asked 'em to play it anyway. Anyone ever teach you how to waltz, Mavvie?"

"Glymeth tried," Mavis said. "But it didn't work out too well."

"That's alright," Merle said. "Here, we're gonna divide it into little steps like this. Put your hands like this-" Merle moved Mavis's hands into position and she felt a little bit silly, but didn't comment on it. "And then we step this way, and then that way. One, two, yeah? And then-"

"Sorry!" Mavis said, retracting her foot from where she had stepped on Merle's.

"You're good!" Merle said. "Takes a while! Try again."

They repeated a simple motion a few times, Merle leading. Sometimes, Mavis would step on his foot and try to stop, but he'd just shake his head and smile. They spun as they danced, nearly crashing into a few of the other people around them. Mavis could see Aunt Lup and Uncle Barry playing their instruments on the stage when they turned one way. She could see Carey and Killian swaying softly, much less chaotic than earlier, when they turned the other.

When the song finally came to an end, Mavis was sweaty and out of breath, but she felt lighter than she had all day. Merle brought their hands down and they escaped off the dance floor, past Uncle Taako who was attempting to drag Mr. Kravitz into a salsa that seemed way too fast for the next song that began.

"I'll leave ya to your book," Merle said, voice lowering again as they got to Mookie. "And your done come find me, okay? I'll get'cha home."

"Okay," Mavis said, hopping back up onto her seat. Merle smiled and squeezed her shoulder, saying,

"Love ya, Mavvie."

Love you too, dad."

[gam4raa]

number 4 for the writing prompt please!

"Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"

The Guardians had just returned from an easy but tiring mission. Gamora had pretty much get the whole work done by herself, at least her part.

"Assholes paid us only seven thousand units! How are we supposed to live!?" Rocket yelled as they entered the ship.

Gamora took off her jacket throwing it on the couch before going to the kitchen. "We get it Rocket, you've been cussing for the past hour." She said grabbing a cup pouring some water in.

"We'll get paid next time," Peter mumbled. "Hopefully." He walked over to where Gamora was standing. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired--" She was cut off by Rocket and Drax fighting. "Of Rocket yelling since we started the job!" She hissed. "Yeah he was really pissed that we didn't get a better amount of units." Gamora jumped to sit on the counter.

Peter felt a tug on his pants. He looked down to find Groot looking at both of them with sad eyes. He leaned down to pick him up. "I am Groot." He said settling on his shoulder. "I know he'll get over it." Gamora said softly to the little tree.

"I'll go take a shower," Gamora said getting down from the counter with a pained grunt before walking towards hers and Peters room. They had their own bathroom which Gamora always found a blessing since she didn't have to share with the others.

***

Once she finished her shower, she came out of the bathroom towelling her hair. She was wearing a plain black top and the shorts she always wore to bed. "Did they calm down?" She asked Peter who was now stripping out of his dusted clothes.

"Pretty much yeah. Mantis will keep an eye on them." He said with a weird expression on his face not really believing himself. "Right," Gamora mumbled quietly. "Go get a shower or else I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you."

Peter opened his mouth to argue in his own Peter Quill way. "I'm going you know," He said abandoning his pants on the floor. Gamora sighed picking them up throwing them on the chair they had in their room for whatever reason.

A few moments later he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "You were surprisingly quick," Said Gamora who was sitting on the bed scrolling on her holo-pad. "You used all the hot water what did you expect me to do?" He said in disbelief. "See, that's how it feels when you sit under the burning water for thirty minutes, while I shower with the cold water you left!"

He groaned and grabbed some clothes to wear. Or in his situation a pair of boxers and a shirt. He was not going to argue with Gamora over that. He put on his clothes before walking up to the bed sitting next to Gamora. "What's on your mind?"

Gamora closed her holo-pad and placed it on the nightstand before dropping her head on his shoulder. "Nothing," she said. Peter wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer to him. "You seem more tired than usual." He said quietly.

"I'm fine I promise just a little sore. I didn't even know that my cybernetic spine could get sore." She furrowed her eyebrows.

Peter thought about it for a moment before saying, "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?" Gamora lifted her head to look at him. "A what?" She said confused. She knew what it was, she had just never gotten this offer before.

"A massage you know.." He said keeping his voice low. "You don't have to do that.." She said looking into his eyes. "I know. I want to." He said sweetly.

It took her a minute to process his offer before actually accepting. "Okay." She nodded. "Awesome! Come on." He moved to sit against the headboard patting the space between his legs for her.

She settled between his legs without hesitation with her back facing his chest. "Alright," She murmured.

Peter placed his hands on her back and started rubbing in small circles gently. "Is this okay?" He asked hesitantly. Gamora nodded her head before closing her eyes relaxing completely. His hands were always warm and soft.

It didn't take long before she was almost lulled to sleep. "Let's get you to bed, yeah?" He kissed the back of her neck before laying her down on the bed throwing the blanket over her. He layed down next to her and she snuggled close to him immediately placing her head on his chest.

"G'night." He said pressing a kiss on her nose. "Goodnight.." She murmured. Letting someone take care of you isn't that bad, right?

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