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[warpedpuppeteer]

Wip Wednesday for yet another new fic I started because impulse control whomst??

Anyways this time I'm trying a fic full of cliché lovable tropes! We've got a high school au with nerd Eddie in glasses, sweetheart jock Buck and fake dating amongst other things! We also have Linda and Terry as Eddie's bffs because I love them 🤷🏽

Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin when he closes his locker door and is met with a “Hey, Diaz” and their school's star football player leaning in way too close into his personal space. He adjusts his glasses nervously, looking around to see if this is some sort of bullying attempt but sees none of the other players around. “Buckley. How can I help you?”. “C'mon man, you know everyone calls me Buck”, the tall blonde replies with a playful whine. Eddie doesn't have time for this. His next class starts in a few minutes. “And I go by Eddie. What do you want?”. Buck's face lights up like a puppy and he crowds Eddie against the locker. Which okay, Eddie's not that much shorter than him and he's by no means skinny but Buck is definitely bulkier and it makes him feel much smaller than he actually is. He doesn't really wanna think about why that makes him feel good. He tries his best not to rear back or flinch as Buck leans down so that his face is close to his. His eyes are such a pretty shade of blue, Eddie's brain unhelpfully supplies. “Listen, Coach has been nagging me about picking my grades up and you're like one of the smartest people I know in our grade. Do you think you can help me out with some tutoring after school? I'll pay you for the time of course”. Of course. What else would someone like Buck want with someone like Eddie. “Depends on how much you're offering. I do have work after school, so we'll have to work around that. And we have to do it at your place”. Something flickers across Buck's face at that but it's gone way too fast for Eddie to decipher. He shrugs and says “Works for me. I can pick you up from work and head to my house. 3 days a week sounds good to you?”.

Eddie can work with that. He'll have the remaining days to do his own studying. Plus, money's money and he can save up faster now to finally get a car for himself. Also, Buck is possibly the least offensive jock in their school anyways so he'll probably be alright.

Probably.

Some inspo pics:

[cowboysandpilots]

As you all know, I've been back on my Top Gun and 9-1-1 bullshit for a while now, and since summer is starting and I'm finishing up the year at Uni, I decided to open my commissions again!! Prices are below, I made them in increments of $3 so you could go through my KO-FI.

Any pairing, any scenario, the world is your oyster; I'm good with everything ❤️

[justabookworm39]

Price of Knowledge (Whumpay fanfic)

@whumpay Day 4: Gore

Inscryption,  Luke Carder-centric

Warnings: EYE TRAUMA HOLY SHIT. Eye trauma, gross sensory stuff relating to eye trauma (bone scraping and squishy stuff, etc.), torture, sensory overload (mainly that Thing where you’re in so much pain you can’t talk or think), non-graphic vomiting at the end. Also spoilers for the main game of Inscryption.

Notes: The uh. Eyeball sequence in Act 1. That’s all I have to say.

(I haven’t started Kaycee’s Mod yet so don’t spoiler it I swear to god-)

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Everything went red.

His body curled in around itself, as if trying to get away from the pain. He wasn’t even able to scream, just barely able to force himself to breathe. The smell of copper flooded his nose, the stream barely touching the side of his mouth and a few tiny disgusting drops crossing his lips. The hand clenching the knife trembled, and he faintly heard something hit the floor with a wet *plop*.

“Good.” The phantom shape of a person stood on the other side of the table, speaking to him with a calm and airy voice. “Now the other one.”

“…What?” He struggled to lift his head, could barely make his eye focus in the darkness.

“The other eye.”

For a long moment, he just stared up at her, trying to form a coherent response, or even a coherent thought, through the pain. This wasn’t right, he shouldn’t need to– where was he even, this wasn’t the cabin, what was going on–

“Mr. Carder, please don’t make this difficult.”

Something about hearing his own name jolted him awake, and he knew he wasn’t just trapped in the game, this was something else. The knife fell from his grip, clattering against the table. That seemed to draw her focus.

As it did, he swiped his hand, throwing the knife aside and forcing himself to his feet as fast as he could, even as it made his head spin. He stumbled backwards a step and a half before a hand grabbed at his scalp, nails digging into skin. Glaring at the figure leaning over the table, he just barely spat out, “Go fuck y–”

The side of his head slammed into the table, rattling the empty socket and making him bite his tongue. No matter how he pushed against the tabletop, he couldn’t pry himself from under her grip as she lifted the knife–it looked to be the same knife, which made no sense because she never bent down to get it–

It hurt so much worse the second time.

The first time, it hadn’t felt real. It had felt like when he’d gotten his wisdom teeth removed, where it was just the shifting movement and the pressure but none of the pain. The pain hadn’t kicked in until it was over, and at that point it was a simple all-encompassing pain.

This wasn’t like that.

He felt the blade being shoved past the skin and bone at the edge of his eye, scratching against the inside of his skull. It cut the eyeball itself as it did, slicing into the soft tissue by complete accident and sending another trickle of blood down his nose.

He felt the pressure as the knife made its way to the back and was pushed, attempting to pry the eyeball from the socket. The hand on the top of his head pressed down, holding his skull as still as it could.

(And again, he couldn’t scream. He could just gasp and whimper, one hand briefly clawing at the arm of his attacker and trying to throw it off of him.)

He felt the tugging. He hadn’t even noticed the nerve the first time, but he did now, felt the last thing connecting his eye and his face being pulled taut. The pressure on the eye and his head let up, but only long enough for a hand to reach for his face and–

He felt a slight squeeze on his eyeball. He felt the briefest cutting sensation.

His body was carelessly tossed to the floor. He let out a tiny yelp of pain, hands instinctively reaching to cover and protect the open sockets. The mix of blood and jelly-like fluid smeared on his palms, and his head being forced sideways meant that it now coated two-thirds of his face. Every time he tried to scream his throat seemed to close up, what little noise he made probably going unheard by the figure standing over him.

“Let that serve as a lesson.” Another *plop*, this one right next to his head, and he recoiled away from it. It was followed by the sound of metal hitting the floor, probably a few feet away. “Don’t go looking where you’re told not to.”

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The feeling of cold metal on his forehead did little to ground him.

Luke heaved again, but nothing came out this time. His arms trembled as he braced himself against the bathroom counter, and he’d resorted to resting his head against the running faucet. He hadn’t been sleeping well for a few nights, and he didn’t really have waking up from a nightmare needing to puke in him.

One hand traveled up his face, gently pressing at the dark bag under his eye. He could still feel the curve of something round beneath the skin, something resisting the light pressure he put on it. It was still there. Not that he should’ve needed to check, it should’ve been pretty damn obvious if it was gone. But instinct was instinct, he supposed.

He really needed to quit digging into that game. It seemed to be messing with his head.

Luke finally raised his head and saw his own half-asleep reflection. He stared at it for a while, holding his breath. Then, he slammed one hand on the counter and screamed.

He screamed the way he’d tried to in the nightmare. He screamed to let out the stress of the past several days, of countless rabbit holes and dead ends. He screamed for everything that sat in his chest, every minor annoyance at his day job and every loose shred of grief that you could argue led him to this point.

When he was done–when it finally died in his chest–he slammed his hand against the counter a second time, sucking in a deep breath. “Fuck… fuck.” He gagged, and he doubled over the sink again as he spat up a mouthful of bile. A cough rattled his chest, and he wiped his forehead.

He’d revisit this again in the morning. Maybe he’d throw that game out, maybe he’d decide that whatever this was would just continue until he reached the end. But for now, he needed to sleep.

[beskarandblasters]

hey! could you please write a dom! joel edging fic? thanks! love your writing sm!

Playing With Fire

Dad's Best Friend!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author's note: Hope it's okay I decided to do a dbf spin on this!!

Summary: You and your dad go over to his best friend's (and also your secret boyfriend) Joel's house to watch the University of Texas Longhorns game. Whenever your dad isn't looking you tease Joel relentlessly. But when your dad passes out on the couch drunk that's when Joel decides to punish you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, no outbreak, established secret relationship, drinking, age gap (unspecified), groping, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, no use of y/n

Ugh, football, you think to yourself. 

Your dad dragged you into watching football tonight and you’re not enthused to say the least. He pulls into Joel’s street and you let out a sigh. You couldn’t care less about the Longhorns game. 

“C’mon, honey! It’ll be so much fun!”

“Yeah, for you. I’m not into football.”

“Yeah but you like Joel! You’ll have fun with us.”

Your cheeks go hot at his name. You do like Joel, just not in the way your dad thinks. You and Joel have been sneaking around behind your dad’s back for months now and he couldn’t be none the wiser. And while you’re definitely happy to see Joel tonight even if it’s in the presence of your father, you’re not looking forward to football. 

Your dad pulls into Joel’s driveway and you get out his truck, dragging your feet to the front door. Joel greets you at the door with a beer in his hand and cheerily shouts, “Let’s go Longhorns!”

You roll your eyes and walk past him into the house.

“Yeah she’s not very excited,” your dad says, following you inside. 

“Oh she’ll love football by the time the game is over. I’m sure of it.”

You head into the kitchen and open the fridge, turning to call over your shoulder, “You bet!” sarcastically before scanning the shelves for a drink… And all he has is beer of course. You reluctantly grab two for you and your dad and head back into the living room, sitting on the couch between Joel and your father. Joel flips through TV channels and your dad stands up and says, “I’m gonna take a leak before the game starts.”

Joel nods in acknowledgement and finds the correct channel. And you’re bored already and the game hasn’t even started. So your mind immediately jumps to something fun; teasing Joel. 

As soon as you hear the bathroom door close you reach over and graze your hand over the bulge in his jeans. His breath hitches at your touch and he turns and glares at you, shooting daggers with his eyes.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” he angrily whispers.

“Aw, come on. I wanna have a little fun.”

“You’re playin’ with fire there, darlin’,” he mutters.

You unzip the fly on his jeans and grope his cock over his boxers, pre cum already marking a stain on the fabric. You palm his cock until you hear the toilet flush. And before you could continue any further, Joel forcefully grabs your hand, places it back in your lap and zips his fly.

“Enough,” he says darkly. 

Your dad comes back into the living room and sits on the couch just as the game starts, suspecting nothing as usual. And just as you suspected it’s so fucking boring. Anytime your dad would get up to grab a beer you would return your hand to Joel’s groin despite his burning stare every time you would do it. Finally after your dad got up to get his fifth beer you went to return your hand to its rightful spot. But Joel grabs your wrist and says through gritted teeth, “Playin’. With. Fire.”

You sigh and roll your eyes, returning to leaning on the arm of the couch. Your dad gets back and downs his last beer. And not before long… he passes out completely. The game isn’t even over yet.

“Well would ya look at that. Your football buddy passed out drunk. Guess you don’t have to watch the game anymore…” you say snarkily, inching your hand towards his jeans again. 

He grabs your wrist again and forcefully drags you from the couch and down the hallway, leading you to his bedroom. Excitement pools in your stomach at the prospect of fucking Joel but also some fun finally. He opens his bedroom door and pulls you inside, shoving you down on the bed. Your face is graced with a wide smirk as he closes the door and stands in front of you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” he threatens.

“Or else what?” you counter.

“Or you’ll regret it.”

“Make me.”

He falls to his knees on the floor right in front of your legs. He spreads your thighs apart and snakes a hand up your skirt, hooking your underwear around his fingers and pulling them off forcefully. Your sex tingles in anticipation of his touch.

“I bet you want me to fuck you so bad,” he teases.

“Mhm,” you say confidently. 

“Well, too bad. Ain’t happenin’ for a while.”

You whine and he continues, “And your whinin’ ain’t gonna help.”

He brings his fingers to your cunt, which is already getting wet, and runs a finger up and down your entrance. He pulls his hand back and licks his fingers before rubbing his thumb around your clit. You moan at his touch and he says, “Better be quiet. Your dad’s just down the hallway, darlin’.”

You groan as his thumb picks up the pace on your clit. You can already feel yourself arriving on the brink of orgasm. Your back arches slightly and just as you think you’re about to cum, Joel pulls his hand away much to your dismay, chuckling at the look of betrayal on your face.

“Joel, please,” you whine.

“Gonna be doing a whole lotta beggin’, darlin’. Get used to it.”

You whine again but it’s cut off by Joel pushing a finger into you. He curls his singular digit upwards against your walls. You grip the sheets for purchase as he works your cunt closer to the edge. Your walls tighten up and just when you think you’re about to cum again he pulls away. You whine and beg some more while Joel looks at you with the hungriest expression in his eyes, like he’s getting off on your frustration. Actually, you know he is. 

This time he goes nuclear, sliding two fingers in and bringing his tongue to your clit. Your hands grip his hair as he fucks your cunt with his fingers and licks your sensitive bundle of nerves. The muscles in your core tighten in anticipation of a large release and if Joel takes this one away from you again you’re going to be heartbroken. You’re so close, teetering on the edge of orgasm and getting ready to soak his face. But just as you suspected, he pulls away when he feels you on the edge.

“Joel, please,” you beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“How bad do you wanna cum?”

“So bad, Joel. I’m begging you, please,” you cry out. 

“Hmm, I guess you’ve been a good girl. Bend over.” 

You couldn’t get up fast enough, scrambling to flip over for him. You bend yourself over on the bed and arch your back for him. He stands behind you and squeezes your ass while he gives his cock a few strokes. He gathers some of your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock with it. He hooks his hands on your hips and pushes into you forcefully, expanding your walls in one swift motion. You cry out at the new found size inside you and he clamps a hand over your mouth.

“What did I say?” he reminds you.

You nod silently and he slowly removes his hand from your mouth and returns it to your hips. He pulls you into him as he thrusts back into you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with each movement from him. And thanks to all of the edging earlier you’re already so sensitive; so close.

“J-Joel, can I please cum?” you beg in a hushed tone. 

“Well since you asked so nicely, I guess,” he says, slamming his hips into you on the last word.

You come undone around him, your walls convulsing his cock like a vice. You do your best to control your moans but it’s hard. Especially after an orgasm that was a long way in the making. He doesn’t bother covering your mouth again as he cums, keeping the tip of his cock nestled by your cervix and his grips on your hips tight as he releases his load into you. He pulls out after he’s done and before either of you have time to say anything you hear your dad groaning from the living room. You spring up and turn to face Joel with wide eyes.

“Shit! What do we-”

“Quick, go in the bathroom and pretend you’re throwin’ up. I’ll say ya drank too much.”

You nod and head into the bathroom attached to his bedroom, starting to fix yourself up. You hear him call to your dad down the hallway, “Yeah she’s throwin’ up. Guess she can’t handle her alcohol. Must get that from you.”

That little shit. Whatever, at least you got out of watching football for the night. 

[vampiric-hunger]

⊱─ 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕖 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion/f!reader

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, smut, improper use of charm spell (sorta), vampiric charming, dub-con I guess?, PiV, fingering, blood drinking, creampie, breeding kink, waiter there's a tiny bit of plot in my porn

➺ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: only a stupid rogue would try to rob a suspected Vampire Lord but here you are, doing exactly that. well, right until you get caught with your greedy fingers picking a lock. surprisingly enough, Lord Astarion is not mad when he finds a thief in his chambers. how (un)fortunate you are that he thinks you're beautiful. and his punishment might yet become a reward instead.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,257

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Astarion breeding kink this, breeding kink that, well, here i am trying my own hand at it for the very first time ever. i don't know how good it is but i had fun writing it! this one shot started as something else, but well, here we are, being horny. enjoy! <3

p.s. in regards of "improper use of charm spell" tag - Astarion is using his vampiric charm on reader, she is completely under his control for most of the fic and thus i marked this as dubcon but she only truly consents towards the end of it. so if you're not into this type of thing click out.

You’re stupid, oh yes you are.

You suspected so even before you broke into the palace.

Like last night, when at the Blushing Mermaid your thieving buddies dared you to break into this grand home and steal an item two of them have been hired to steal. By whom? That never matters in your line of work. But you were drunk and too proud of your own skill in thievery. You boasted that you could do it the next night and so they dared you. You took their dare but when you woke up this morning you realized how badly this could end.

Breaking into the palace of a suspected Vampire Lord is something you never attempted nor have many others. But here you are now, attempting the stupidest heist of your life and only now you’re realizing just how stupid indeed you have been the night before and even more so tonight, for coming here, for breaking in and making it this far. Shit, you don’t even remember what consequences of failing this dare are anymore, you were too arrogant in your drunken haze and you might actually get killed.

So now you’re here, in a small, windowless, positively secret room, adjacent to Lord’s bedroom, your focus on the pedestal in front of you.

“A pretty little thing, aren’t you?” a smooth, almost silky voice comes from behind you and yet it feels like an assault.

You freeze, your fingers extended over a small metal chest that you were picking a lock of just a moment ago. You knew the risks coming here, or at least you hoped you did. And now it looks like you got caught in the act.

As you straighten your back and turn around you are met with crimson eyes, a toothy smirk and relaxed body language of a man who you came here to steal from. Astarion, the newest Lord of Baldur’s Gate, latest patriarch of Szarr palace, a charming man that you heard rumors about of being an actual vampire. Undesirable creatures tend to know of one another’s existence. Him – possibly a dangerous monster and you – a thief and a dagger for hire. For a moment you wonder what will happen if this confrontation comes to fighting. You doubt you could win. Even without confirmation of his possible immortality Lord Astarion has a certain aura about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

You eye him slowly, carefully, examining smallest details. His demeanor doesn’t seem threatening but you see those fangs in his mouth and you know what they can do, you know the power he must possess. Yes, it’s no rumor after all, he is a vampire. And if the same rumors are correct – a very powerful one. He doesn’t need a dagger in his hand to be extremely dangerous and you’re not enough of a fool to pick a fight with a Vampire Lord unless you have to.

“Can I assume you’re not here to give me a key?” you raise an eyebrow at him. You’re not going to be intimidated by him.

You have one more trick up your sleeve if things go murderously bad, a ring of teleportation that you rarely use because it tends to trigger magical defenses but since Astarion already caught you there’s no reason to avoid using it if you can’t talk your way out of the situation. And you will try to talk your way out of it because you have too much pride to scuttle away like a spooked rat.

Vampire’s eyes slide down your body smoothly like a viper, then back up again. Another glance to the metal box behind you and then back to your eyes. He tilts his face to an angle, giving you a curious look.

“I could. But I do wonder what are you doing here. And more so, I am dying to hear how you got inside without being noticed, how have you made it this far as to end up in my personal chambers.” his tone is still smooth like velvet and it gives you chills.

“Let’s say I’m good at what I do.” you smirk at him, despite your unease and tension in your body you are not going to show even a sliver of it to him.

“Indeed you are.” Astarion now steps closer and you move to the side when he approaches the box, placing his long, nimble fingers on it. You recognize a hand of a man who has picked many such locks himself in the past and you wonder about his history for a moment before he looks at you again, his eyes always on yours, almost never leaving.

“Do you know what’s in there, darling?” vampire asks and you cross your arms on your chest, shifting your weight on the other foot. Your goal is also to appear non-threatening but your muscles are tight as a spring.

“I was hoping it’s the Amulet of Weeping.” you say straightforwardly. You see no reason to lie because unless Astarion keeps something more in the box he knows perfectly well what you were trying to get.

Vampire chuckles lightly and taps his fingertips on the lid of the box.

“Indeed. Do you know what it does, you precious little thief?” the smirk on his lips and his eyes, forever locked on yours, it’s almost all you can see.

Yet his question makes you lose your cool. You look at the metal box and clear your throat, stalling for time but then look back at him.

“Well, actually I don’t. You see-“ a sudden finger on your lips, silencing you. If he’s a vampire, why his touch is so warm? And how in the Nine Hells he’s so fast? You didn’t even see him move, it was like a flash, it happened in a blink of an eye.

Oh yes, he’s even more dangerous than the tales you’ve heard.

“Shh. Don’t speak.” Astarion’s voice is soothing, alluring.

What is this… Why you feel so relaxed, so… warm? Your alertness starts to blunt, your caution begins to turn into curiosity and are you flushing? Your face feels hot and this change you feel somehow does not feel strange or unwelcome. It’s like being embraced, it’s like being caressed, you belong.

And all you can see is the crimson of his eyes.

“There we go. I’m sure you’re feeling better. Don’t resist, my dear, just relax, I’m not going to harm you. Maybe I will even reward you for being so brave.” Astarion croons with a voice like silk.

“Reward?” you ask, feeling like you’re in a dream. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being charmed but that voice is quickly snuffed out. It’s gone like a whisp of smoke from a candle that just got blown out. One moment it’s there and then not even a memory of it lingers.

“Yes, a reward, darling. Wouldn’t you like to be rewarded?” vampire’s fingers now grip your chin softly, lifting your face to his, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“What… kind of reward?” even your own voice sounds distant now but you couldn’t care less. Those eyes… Those red eyes that bore into yours… They are everything.

“Ah, now what kind of reward we will have to see for ourselves.” Astarion smirks but his fangs don’t bother you anymore, if anything they look attractive, lighting a fire in your belly. “Let’s go, I’ll let you pick your reward, you little thief.”

With that he moves his fingers from your chin and wraps his arm around your shoulders, now leading you out of this small room. You follow without question or hesitation, but glance back at the box just once, trying to remember what was so special about it and why did you even come here. No, you don’t remember. And it doesn’t matter, not anymore.

When you look in front of you the door opens and a view of a lavish bedroom greets you. A big, luxurious bed with bedposts and parted drapes, all in black or red or gold. Simple glance around the room reveals several paintings, some bookshelves and cabinets, closets and a table, some comfortable looking armchairs. The carpet even under your boots feels soft, you almost want to lay down on it. But Astarion’s arm around your shoulders makes you walk further, towards the bed, and you barely register the door behind you closing.

Why are you here? Oh yes, the reward. When Astarion stops you just in front of the bed, his arm leaves you and he turns you to him by your shoulders. When your eyes land on his you smile. He’s so beautiful, so handsome, he’s the prettiest being you have ever seen. He sees your smile, your glazed over eyes and smiles in return.

“Not afraid of me, are you?” he asks and you slowly shake your head. “Very good. I must say, you are very very pretty, darling. What’s your name?”

Your name… Your name? What’s your name?

Your face scrunches in confusion, your eyes scan his chest and noses of your boots as if the answer is written somewhere in his noble’s attire or in the leather of your shoes. You look up at him again and Vampire Lord chuckles.

“Well, that matters not. You will remember soon enough.” Astarion uses both hands to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears and you smile at him again. His touch is soft, warm and wanted. “But, to get back to my point, you are beautiful.” he leans closer to your face, his smile and his eyes become your whole world. “And I like to collect beautiful things.”

“Things?” you echo and something once more tugs at your mind but then disappears again. You’re perfectly in his control. Under his gaze you can’t resist him.

Astarion does not bother to reply, his gaze sweeps down your body, analyzing every piece of clothing you’re wearing, then his nimble fingers begin unclasping your leather armor, taking it off piece by piece, dropping one item after another to the side of his feet. At first you don’t realize what’s going on, you just watch his face but when vampire slips the straps of your bra off your shoulders you finally blink in confusion.

When you look down at yourself you see yourself half naked, your nipples perk up at the contrast between the air of the room and the warmth of your clothing that just got removed. You rise your eyes to Astarion and see his smile once more. You don’t recognize the gentle malice in his expression but even if you did you wouldn’t care, not until the fog is lifted from your mind.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Vampire Lord whispers and his face is so close you can smell wine on his breath and… something else. Something metallic, coppery, you can’t put your finger on it.

Your face scrunches at the thought, your eyes move to his lips and his smile, you see the fangs.

Ah yes, that’s right, he’s a vampire.

Wait, what are you doing here?

You gasp, your thoughts get interrupted by Astarion pinching both your nipples at the same time. Again you feel the fire in your abdomen, you recognize it as desire and you look into his eyes, the crimson of them drowning you like a lake of blood. And you give in.

“I want something from you.” Vampire Lord’s whisper replaces your thoughts and you just stand there with your face flushed and your body reacting with a shiver because he’s still teasing your nipples. “Something you can give me with ease.” a pause, a moment passes, then you feel his palm press against the small of your back and push you towards him, against his chest. Your hands grasp his waist and your lips part. “Just give in, darling. And I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”

You see his grin and it would look dangerous to you if you weren’t completely in his control. Instead of fear you feel overwhelming lust and you close your eyes, turning your face up and inviting him for a kiss.

And Astarion does kiss you. His lips clash against yours in a hurry and passion. His tongue pushes past your lips, past your teeth, it tastes you and you taste him back. Yes, you recognize what it was that you smelled before – blood. You taste it on his lips, you taste it on his tongue and you don’t care. Your heart beats fast in your chest, your fingers now move to his clothing, trying to find clasps, buttons and laces. You manage to open his doublet, slip it off his shoulders. You don’t hear it falling to the floor, because only thing you’re hearing is your own heartbeat beating fast in your ears.

But then the kiss stops. You don’t know how long it lasted, a minute, an hour, a year? Still, you feel like it wasn’t enough, you don’t want it to stop and you barely open your eyes before you immediately try to kiss him again, eliciting a chuckle out of the Vampire Lord.

“How eager.” he comments but you don’t care. Your arms find his neck and you try to pull his head lower, to your level, your lips seek his with urgency, but with ease Astarion pushes you away. “Patience, my pet. I’ll reward you soon enough.”

You exhale in dizzy frustration but lower your hands, obeying. It’s easy to listen to him, you realize. What a pleasant feeling, you could do this forever.

“Stand still, darling.” Astarion’s voice reaches your ears and you return to the present.

You now watch him undo laces of your pants and slide them down your hips and thighs, together with your underwear, exposing you fully. You don’t know what shame is and you don’t remember how embarrassment feels like. You only know one thing – you want this man, you want him to take you and it’s hard not to start begging.

Astarion guides you while he takes off your pants and shoes, helping you step out of last bits of your clothing and when he raises again he puts one arm around your hips, leading you to the bed. It looks so soft, inviting. You want to spend forever in it with him. So when you feel vampire pat you on the ass, urging you to climb in, you do so without hesitation.

When you turn around and lay on your back, you have a moment to watch Astarion shed his own clothing in full. He takes his time, his eyes roaming up and down your nude body, his eyes would tell you of possessiveness and even a hint of cruelness if you could think straight, but right now you only see that he wants you. After he pulls his pants down and his eager erection is revealed, you swallow hardly. You want it in you, you want to taste it, you want to please him. You want to serve.

“Do you like what you see?” Astarion taunts and you nod without any shame, your lips part and you lick them, your gaze focused on his cock, so ready to make you his, maybe forever.

Vampire Lord kicks off his shoes at last, then removes his pants completely and after he straightens his back, you watch his hand grasp his shaft and give it a few slow strokes. After the third or fourth you notice precum glistening at the top of his cock.

“Ah…” is only thing you manage to say, your desire coiling and moving in you like a hungry snake. Your reaction makes Astarion chuckle and the sound of it forces yours eyes back on his once more.

He gets closer and climbs into bed slowly with a grace of a predator, his body moves on top of yours and you part your legs widely for him, welcoming him. You lean your head back, relaxing in the bed and Astarion once more sweeps your body with his gaze, stopping at your breasts.

“Touch yourself.” he commands and you immediately do so. Your hands raise, cup your breasts, your fingertips graze your nipples and then pinch them, roll them, tug at them gently while you do as instructed. You see how intensively Astarion is watching you, his smirk widens when you let out a soft moan, then another. You were ready for him already, this is just making it worse.

Finally he looks down, between your legs, and with one hand pressed against the bed for support with other he traces the inner side of your thigh up and then higher. When he touches your entrance, feels how wet you are for him, he exhales slowly. His fingers explore every inch of your sex, making you gasp and moan louder, then his thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shiver through your body.

“You’re so ready for me, pet.” Astarion’s voice is husky, it’s obvious he’s getting worked up too as his eyes dart between his own fingers exploring you and you playing with your nipples.

That dreamy feeling you’ve been feeling up until now lessens, maybe it’s because Astarion is less concentrated, maybe your own desire is making your mind begin to break free but you now realize that you’ve got seduced into this man’s bed. Yet you’re too aroused, too impassioned to stop here. And your body still screams to be taken, to be conquered and to be claimed.

And he’s just so beautiful. No, you’re not free from his charm and allure, not even close, and your mind focuses on his silver locks falling gracefully around his face, you see his eyes, now filled with lust and desire, examining every inch of your body. You feel his fingers making you moan with a practiced touch and you want more. So much more.

“Take me.” you hear yourself say with a gasp and your hips buck against his fingers as if your own body is out of your control, not only your thoughts.

Astarion now looks into your eyes and smiles.

“I’m going to do so much more, my dearest pet. I’m going to claim you, I’m going to fill your tight holes and then I’ll have you beg for more.” his words send a shiver down your body that pools between your thighs, his fingers tease your cunt and he immediately notices that you got even wetter, it makes him smirk. “I’ll make you mine, I’ll claim you, and I will keep filling you with my seed every night. And who knows, maybe you’ll give me an heir eventually.”

Silence falls while your face gets redder with his every word.

An heir? He wants you to do what? Yet his eyes are still your entire world and your body moves, your hips moving again, your cunt pressing against his fingers in need.

Yes, you will give him an heir. As long as you can be his.

Your hands leave your breasts and you put your palms on the back of his head, your fingers threading in his hair.

“Yes, I will.” you whisper and that reply rewards you with a passionate kiss.

Astarion’s fingers now leave your drenched seam and roughly pull your knee up, making you hook your leg around his waist. His chest presses against yours and you sigh against his lips.

And then he enters you. One swift thrust and he’s fully inside, stretching you almost to a point of uncomfortable fullness and you moan at that, your mouth remains open with the gasp but his lips are also parted, he’s enjoying the feeling of you around his cock. Your heavy-lidded eyes meet his and your fingers clench in his hair.

“Take me. Make me yours.” you whisper and a guttural growl escapes Astarion’s throat at your words. He doesn’t wait, he begins thrusting.

You close your eyes and moan, feeling his cock pierce you again and again. You’re so aroused his shaft is moving with satisfying ease, his hips snapping against you with increasing pace.

“Fuck, you’re going to look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” Astarion grunts and lowers his head to your neck, kissing it first, then nibbling the skin with his teeth. His hand grips your thigh strongly, keeping it up.

Only response you can give him is your moans, loud and unashamed. You hold onto his neck and hair while he rocks himself against you, filling you deeply with his cock, his thrusts unrelenting. It feels like he’s been going at it for hours and every second is better than the last.

Your mind swims from sensations. His sweaty skin against yours, his shaft buried deep inside your cunt, his teeth on your neck, his fangs-

“Ouch!” you exclaim when he bites down, sinking his canines into your flesh, but when you react you hear a rumble of a laugh coming from him. Astarion lifts his head at you, his lips are painted in redness of your blood.

“Get used to it, my pet. You’re mine now.”

Vampire Lord bites you again and this time you just sigh. Somehow his first bite was painful, second one sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers leave his hair, you place your palms on his back, feeling something there like scars, but you don’t know, you’re far away, consumed by your passion. It’s just his lithe body claiming yours, making you writhe and arch your back, making you moan.

Then Astarion slows, he moves his hips now lower, his pelvis brushes against yours, then an angle changes and he begins rubbing himself against your swollen clit, sending jolts down your spine. You open your eyes, more in surprise than anything and see Astarion’s smug smile.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” he lifts his head with a smug smile, confident because he knows he’s good at this and he’s correct. You whimper and nod eagerly, your face still flushed. “Good.”

Astarion’s thrusts ease into a steady pace. How his skin is rubbing against you is beginning to drive you crazy. You look at him, not able to control your moans that are growing louder by the second. What is he doing to you? You never felt pleasure like this before. You can’t stop, you don’t want to stop.

“Come for me.” you hear a whisper in your ear and then he looks at your face again, enjoying the view.

Everything up until this point felt like a dream, but not this.

You feel your orgasm with every inch of your body. You cry out and dig your nails into Astarion’s back, your body tenses and your cunt clenches around him, your sweaty form spasms and you feel yourself clinging to him.

“Good girl, very good girl.”

You are barely able to comprehend Astarion’s words, because the world melts around you, this moment is intense, most intense thing you experienced in your life. But Vampire Lord doesn’t stop thrusting. When your bliss begins to fade, when you come down from your high, you look at him again and Astarion leans away from you. He straightens his back as much as he can, his palms pressed on the bed by your sides and his now messy hair drapes over his eyes but you see him watching his cock plunge into you with increasing fervor.

“Watch me fill you, my pet.” vampire’s grunt is laced with strain as he keeps fucking you while you’re trying to recover from your orgasm. You’re out of breath but this is not over, not until he says it is.

And you listen, you look down, seeing your bodies connect with every pump of his hips and you grasp at the sheets. Something about this, the anticipation, the knowledge of what he’s about to do and the desire to be used by him, it’s making the edges of your world blurry.

Astarion is grunting now, his lips parted and he’s breathing heavily. Even his face is flushed, but then he moans loudly just before he clenches his teeth. His thrusts become erratic, his eyes locked on the motion of him thrusting into you, his groans are barely passing his teeth. You know he’s spending himself entirely inside of you and it’s a delicious thought. And then after few more pumps he stops, panting when his face relaxes. You keep your eyes where your bodies are still connected, your thighs are quivering, and Astarion glances up at you with a smirk.

He says nothing as he moves one hand and grips the base of his cock, slowly pulling out of you now. You mewl gently at that, the feeling of him leaving your body is an unwelcome one. But Astarion is not done yet. He kneels between your thighs and pats your inner thigh with his cock that is now losing its hardness. With a satisfied grin he lets go of it and presses a thumb to your fold, teasing it, watching his cum seep out of you. You blush heavily at that even though you can’t see what he’s seeing.

“Beautiful.” Vampire Lord comments more to himself than to you and remains still for a long moment, just appreciating the view. Then his eyes raise to your face. “Rest for a bit. When I said I’m going to fill your holes, I meant all of them.”

You nod eagerly despite your face burning.

You cannot wait.

[seresinhangmanjake]

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The Daggers Moodboards (Top Gun: Maverick)

One shots:

Can’t Let You Go: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Rather Be with You: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

It’s oh so Quiet: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.

Just a Little Weak:  You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in. 18+

Touch and Go: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind. 18+

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot: After coming home from his last mission, Jake doesn’t want you to leave the bed and will do what he has to if it means insuring that you’ll stay, which leads to fluffy conversations.

Jealousy Game: You do a little experiment to try to make Jake jealous and it works, with unexpected consequences that change the way you thought the night would go. 18+

Jealous Jake and the Biting Problem; Jealous Jake and the Other Sleepover Buddy: You and Jake have a friends-with-benefits situation, but when he finds bite marks on you from another guy, he doesn’t handle it well. 

Split: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything you’ve had between you, but he wants you to take him back. 

A First and a Second: It’s soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.

Wanting it all: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Alive: After you get into an accident, Jake has a hard time coping with how close he was to losing you.

More Than What We Are: You and Jake are friends with benefits, and you have one rule: No feelings! Jake decides that rule doesn’t work for him anymore. 18+

Less Misery, More Company: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Back for More: Jake up and left you without explanation right before a mission. Now he’s returned wanting you back, but you want that explanation before you’ll be willing to let go of the pain and heartbreak from his sudden departure a month prior. 

Scrapes and Bruises:  When Rooster and Hangman get into a fight over you. Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

A Mission of Another Kind: Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.

Drabbles:

He Doesn’t - Jake doesn’t do relationships...right?

Early - Jake’s a sweet boyfriend when reader gets her period.

Jake helps his drunk girlfriend

His Princess

“The bed is cold without you here”

Perfect for me, Baby - Jake is there for you when you have body-image concerns. 

Get Me Through - Jake helps you through the death of a loved one. 

Oh, Baby Universe: dad!Jake Seresin x female reader

Full Masterlist / Chronological Order Masterlist

You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake’s heart. Now, a year later, you’ve returned and you’re not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

Oh, Baby: Jake learns he’s a dad

In the Night: Jake has nightmares that you leave him again

His Girls: A domestic moment with dad!Jake

The Other Mother: your mother comes to town

Birthday Boy: It’s Jake’s B-Day and you have a special gift for him

It’s What You Make It: Jake’s mother makes an unexpected visit

And Honey, I’ll Make It All Okay: Jake’s Dad shows up.

Nothing Better than What We’ve Got: You’re finally ready to have a ring on your finger

I’ve Promised You Forever: Jake and his Honey are married

The Prequel:

Oh Honey: Part 1

What Once He Had: Part 2

Gone: Part 3

Related Fics (jump around in the timeline):

Everything and All of It: Reunion...stuff ;)

A Little Love: cuteness during a family grocery trip

Daddy Knows Best: Eve says her first word

Oh Wow: Flashback to when Jake first sees you

Methods of Love and Trust: Jake lets his mother babysit for the first time. 

Jingle of The Bells: Eve is worried Jake won’t make it home for christmas

That’s Definitely a Name: Eve helps name her baby brother.

The Favorite: the Daggers meet Eve for the first time.

Drabbles:

Eve is upset when Jake has to leave

the rules of Disneyland

Eve learns about Baby #2

Eve’s got a new guy

First Night Home

AUs:

Your Way Back to Me: Oh, Baby AU. What if you didn’t return after Eve was born and it was decades later before you met Jake again? And how would he feel to find out his best student might be a bit closer to him than he initially believed? 

Now that I have you (Part 2 of Your Way Back to Me)

Because You Stayed: What if you never left?

Moodboards:

Jake x Honey

Jake x Honey with Eve

Jake x Honey Elopement

Oh, Baby Wedding

Eve’s First Birthday

Coach Jake & Jake x Honey in Texas

Oh, Baby Christmas

Baby Boy

Extras:

Digital Daggers: Oh, Babies by @mamachasesmayhem​

Series: 

The One I Want

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x plus size!reader

Full Masterlist

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Warnings: Judgment related to weight. Cursing. Fluff. Angst. Eventual smut (alluded to/or other). Self-esteem issues. Mentions of physical abuse. Traumatic past. Mention of death (no main characters).18+

Note: The Jake POV chapters are not necessary to read to understand or follow with the rest of the story!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

Part 3.5 (Jake POV)

Moodboards:

Jake Seresin x plus size!reader

Stolen Angel

Demon!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he's a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Descriptions of blood and pain. Obsessive behavior. Eventual fluff and smut. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it's fine. I wrote that one too.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Not your Type

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Goth Girl!reader

Summary: Jake Seresin doesn’t usually have to try hard to get women, but the only woman to catch his attention in a long time doesn’t want anything to do with him.

Written in the form of sharing milestones of their relationship as it develops. For example - Day 1: the day they meet; Day 3x: the day they (...); Day 5xx: the day they (...); and so on.

Notes/Warnings: Unwanted flirty (in the beginning), fluff, probably eventual smut (18+), angst

Full Masterlist

Part 1 (Day 1 - Meeting)

Couples Moodboards

From Two to Four 

Single dad!Jake Seresin x single mom!reader

Full Masterlist

Summary: a trip to the movie theater with your son becomes more eventful when you meet a man and manage to save his daughter’s birthday from being ruined.

warnings/notes: bad past relationships, cursing, fluff, eventual smut

Part 1, Part 2

Moodboards:

Family of Four

Girls Day

Beyond the Hills (College AU)

Full Masterlist

Summary: Technically, you and Jake Seresin have known each other for twelve years. All throughout your childhood education, you and Jake shared classes, lunch periods, homeroom teachers. It seemed if the opportunity for you to be in the same space arose, the universe made it happen. But you were not friends. Not enemies, either. Not much of anything to one another outside of the occasional class project partners. When high school ended you assumed you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon, but then you find yourselves at the same college, and once again, forced together. It seems no matter where you go, Jake Seresin is there. But you are not the shy girl you were in your youth. You want to try things now; party, have fun, do things you’ve never done before, and suddenly, for reasons you don’t understand, Jake seems to take issue with your new choices.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, typos I'm sure, underage alcohol use, jealousy, manipulation (not on Jake's part)

Intro sneak peek, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Signed Away (Arranged Marriage AU)

Full Masterlist

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plenty angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Epilogue

Headcanons

Moodboards:

Signed Away Christmas

[piko-power]

What Big Brothers Fear The Most

BEHOLD! MY WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS CONTRIBUTION! (Took me long enough. XD)

I've seen a good handful of nightmare fics so I thought I could write my own. Lots of angst, I mean LOTS of angst, but it gets better I promise.

JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR THERE IS A BIG TW FOR SOME BLOOD AND DEATH. If that makes you feel uncomfortable you don't have to read it. Otherwise, good luck reading.

"Woo! Swing and a miss! One more strike, and you're OUT, scrap metal!"

Sonic taunts the robotic clone, dodging every attack from them. With a quick twirl, his foot made hard impact to Metal's face. The robot felt dizzy afterwards.

"You're makin' this WAAAAAY too easy, pal. Come on, step it up!" He boasted, punching his fists in the air, preparing to kick some more robot butt.

Then, a ding sound goes off from his communicator beneath his glove's cuff. "Hello?"

"Sonic! Are you there?" A younger voice calls out from the other end. It's his little buddy. "Tails! Glad you made it to the party!" He exclaimed, running off from Metal Sonic's blasts.

"How are you doing down there?" Tails, high in the sky in his biplane, watched down below to witness two blue blurs fighting against each other.

"Eh, it's a snooze fest from over here, gonna be honest." He replied, blocking out the robot's punches no problem. "The moment I wrap this up, we can go for some chili dogs! I've been meaning to get some for a while-"

"Sonic, hang on." The fox interrupted. "Something's not right."

"Hmm? Whaddya mean?"

"I'm picking up some strange energy from Metal Sonic. I think..."

Tails was reading carefully while trying to watch Metal's moves. Then, for a moment, his eyes widen with concern.

"Yo! Are you still there?" Sonic, while trying to talk to Tails, barely dodged Metal's claws.

Tails double checked the screen and his ocean blue eyes shrunk. This isn't right at all. No wonder his readings were going crazy. The energy from Metal Sonic wasn't even Chaos energy.

In fact, that's not Metal Sonic at all.

"Sonic. You need to leave. NOW."

The hedgehog was slightly alarmed hearing the fox's tone change quickly. He was stern. Worried.

Scared?

"Tails, what's going on-"

Suddenly, a huge blast of familiar flashing red and pink explode out of Metal, pushing Sonic car from the battle field with a cry. Tails from above was the blue figure to flying and crashed into the ground, roughly damaged.

"Sonic!" He shrieked. He needed to make a quick emergency landing and reach to him before he does.

Coughing up the dirt, he slowly got up, using his arm to support himself. At that moment, the smoke cleared to reveal a completely different figure walking out of the smoke.

Sonic blinked. That's not Metal Sonic.

His emerald eyes grew with shock.

He chuckled quietly, calm yet cold. "Greetings, hedgehog." He spoke, revealing himself out of the smoke finally.

The black jackal with white hair spiraling out of the back of his head approached the hedgehog slowly. The glowing ruby, that ruby, appeared bright on his chest, showing off it's disturbing aura.

Sonic was sitting up, trying to catch his breath. "I-Infinite...?"

"I hate to cut our reunion short..." His hand then grew out glitched out spikes, colors representing the Phantom Ruby, all well known for it's other worldly horrific images.

Sonic tried to get back up on his feet, but was then stopped by Infinite violently grabbing him by the neck. He gasped for air, and try to kick Infinite off.

His eyes grew in horror as the phantom claws grew bigger and sharper, looking like daggers preparing to cut open his body.

He may not see it behind his mask, but he knew he is showing off such a sick, twisted smile. "...But it's the doctor's orders."

"N-No! Wait!!" The struggling hedgehog cried out as Infinite raises his hand up at him. His life flashing before his eyes the exact moment the claws spread out.

"NO!!!"

SLASH!

"S-Sonic...?" Tails jumped off his plane and looked around for his brother. All he could see is dirt spreading in the air. He coughed for a while, not wanting to breathe it in. "SONIC!" He yelled.

"SONIC, WHERE ARE YOU?" He asked out loud. He hoped he landed at the right time to save Sonic from-

"... ...!"

Stopping dead at his tracks is the one person he was searching for. But he hoped he wouldn't find him in this condition.

His eyes look like there were about to pop off his scull. He could feel his heart dropping straight down to his now turning stomach. His ears flopped down to his head.

"S..." He couldn't say his name. His limbs began to tremble. He covered his mouth, feeling like barfing out his meal from the sight he wished he never see.

"No...!" He squeaked, barely a whisper.

Sonic, failing to get up, with his hand clutching his neck, which was spilling out blood like a small fountain. He choked non stop, trying to breath.

He slowly turned his head to face the small, shaking fox. His eyes were nearly soulless, emerald green almost completely gone. Nearly half of his body was going limp, as he tried harder to get up.

His arms finally gave themselves up as Sonic fell face first onto the ground in his own pool of blood. Tails screamed and immediately ran to Sonic, grabbing his waist and pulling him close.

"No no no nononononono!!!" Tails panicked loudly as he placed his hand on Sonic's chest, feeling his heart slowing down. Gaia, there is so much red.

"Are you okay?!?!" He was beginning to break into sobs, feeling helpless. He wished he brought a first aid. He didn't expect any of this to happen.

"T-T-Tails..." Sonic spoke, breathlessly. He was looking up at the crying kit, with a broken, defeated smile on his pals muzzle. Tails gasped. He knows what's happening next.

"No! No, please! Don't do this! I-I can find a way to nurse you back to health! Don't even think about leaving me like this! SONIC?!" Tails continuously yelled out for Sonic, whose life is fading away in seconds. "SONIC, DON'T YOU DARE!!"

"Li-Little buddy..." A small tear escaped from his colorless eye. He took one last, long, struggling breath.

"Sonic, please no...!!" Waterfalls of tears began to stream down Tails' face, he held tighter on Sonic's sides, refusing to let him go.

"T-Take care of th-the world for me... O-Okay...? ...I-I... L-Love y..."

Then, his head dropped into Tails' arm. His eyes were motionless. No sign of heartbeat.

The worst had happened.

"...No. No! NO, NO, NO!"

He pushed his hand against the hedgehog's chest, checking for even one beat. But there was nothing. "SONIC, NO!!!" He sobbed loudly for even the heavens to hear.

"SONIC, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, begging that his cries will bring Sonic right back, but he knew it wouldn't work.

He continued to bawl his eyes out and roaring out any more anguish he had left in him, hugging tightly against his brother's corpse. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, SONIC!! I CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!! I SHOULD'VE GOTTEN HERE SOONER!! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!!"

Sinister laughter could be heard in the smoke, along with an eerie red glow getting brighter.

"I CAN'T BE ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!! NOT AGAIN!! PLEASE, SONIC!!" Tails hugged the body tighter, wanting to sadly to have his brother back.

His family back.

The one person he called home.

He can't lose his home. He can't stand solitude anymore.

He just can't.

"I JUST CAN'T MOVE ON WITHOUT THE ONLY FAMILY I HAD!! PLEASE, SONIC, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!!!"

With a violent start and a sharp gasp, Sonic quickly grab a hold on a cushion like surface as his legs briefly flail around.

His heart was pounding at such a rapid pace, as if it's about to burst out his chest. He was hyperventilating non stop, all he could see is darkness, and the only thing he could hear was his panicked gasping and his loud heart.

Completely drenched in cold sweat, he immediately took off the sheets to cool off, still having shaken breathes.

Wait... Sheets?

His shaking hand held onto his blanket, which is nearly falling off the bed. Everything was still dark, but his eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark room.

He can feel the soft surface that is his bed and he quickly recognize his bedroom. His breathing calmed, but he could still feel his heart racing. He took a few deep breathes.

What had happened didn't actually happened. He tried to tell himself that in his head, trying to calm down his heart. He closed his eyes, trying to shake off those images.

There was no Metal Sonic. There was no Infinite. There was no blood.

It was just a dream. A really, messed up, scary dream.

It was all just a dream...

Everything is okay...

After what it felt like hours, the shaken up hedgehog has finally calmed down. He still felt sweaty and his hands were still trembling, but he felt better.

At least a little bit better.

He signed in relief once more, opening his eyes to see that, yep, he's back in his room. He face palmed and groaned out loud, lumping back onto his bed and pillows.

"What were in those chili dogs..." He mumbled to himself. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, trying not to put the nightmare in his head on loop.

But what did came to his mind was that little two tailed fox, holding onto him for dear life, screaming and crying out his name.

The moment he thought back to those screams, all feeling of relief instantly left him.

Those cries. They were so terrifying.

He slowly sat back up, wanting so badly to shake off those young, heartbreaking cries. But he just... Couldn't.

The feeling of fear of loneliness drifting back to the poor kid seeking into his voice as he held on tight to his brother's dying body. He refuse to let him go. He refuse to move on without him.

He couldn't live without him.

He felt cold again. Replaying those words over and over again kept making Sonic shudder. He hated that. He hated hearing his own little brother saying that.

He's just a kid. He wouldn't say that. He didn't say that. It was just a dream. None of that stuff happened.

Then... Why won't he stop thinking about it?

Sonic hugged himself and sniffled, beginning to cry. He really hated hearing that.

"Snap out of it, dude." He argued with himself. "It was just a nightmare. Why are you still freaking out over this?"

He definitely knew why.

Hearing that kid shriek was probably one of, if not, the most horrifying thing he has ever heard. Which was strange because it didn't happen.

Tails never said that.

So there's nothing to worry about, right?

...Right?

Wanting to get this over with, Sonic got off the bed and went off to go check on his little buddy.

When Sonic got to Tails' room, he can see that, once again, Tails is tinkering in the middle of the night when he should be in bed. But right now, that's not important.

He opened the door and stepped into his room. "Tails?" He spoke, almost sounding hoarse.

Tails jumped and quickly out all his gadget stuff away and began chuckling nervously. "Hey, buddy! What are you doing up? Don't ask why I'm up! I was just putting away my things before going to bed! Heheh." He lied.

Tails pushed aside his blueprints and takes off his goggles. "Oh, my. Where did these come from? Hahaha!" He then threw the goggles aside and was about to approach his bed. "Well, I'm going to bed now! Goodnight, So-!"

Suddenly, Tails was caught off guard by Sonic hugging him. He blinked a couple of times. "Sonic? Are you alright?" He carefully placed his gloved hand on his spines, not understanding what's going on but gives him comfort nonetheless.

"No matter how far or close I am to you, or if I'm not part of this world, I will always be in your heart, and you will never, ever be alone, Miles 'Tails' Prower." He said in a whisper, almost on the verge of tears. "Don't ever forget that, little bro..."

Tails had no clue why Sonic brought this up in the first place. It came out of no where. Yet...

Tails smiled softly and hugged him back. No matter how random that was, he needed to hear that.

"Don't ever forget that I love you."

"I won't, Sonic. I love you too."

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 31: Free Day (Surprise fic!)

This one... oof. I can't believe it's finally here.

I'm super grateful to those people who have sent in asks or commented on the fics, I honestly didn't think I'd be able to get to 31 🥺 I talked more about it on the Ao3 version of this because tumblr is a NIGHTMARE for hate asks atm.

Warnings: Carole's cancer diagnosis and discussions of cancer-related complications, Goose's accident, Hangman's fear of not being fast enough to get to Mav and Rooster during the Dagger mission. Rooster also puts himself back into therapy.

This fic also contains Hangster and a couple of very special guests!! I really went loose with this one, I didn't edit it particularly hard nor did I think about whether it would be received well. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it 🥹

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“Jake Seresin, you have three seconds to get over here and explain yourself!”

Hangman’s head shot up, glancing over the back of the couch in Maverick’s hangar. Coyote frowned from beside him, following his gaze to see three figures coming into the space.

“Oh shit,” Hangman hissed, “I gotta hide.”

He got up and made an abrupt disappearing act into the hangar, Coyote calling after him but to no avail. Phoenix was standing too, beaming as she ran to give one of the people coming toward them a hug.

“Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! How are you?”

“Honey we are doing just fine.”

Phoenix folded into the older woman’s arms, surprisingly affectionate with her which the others were now watching closely considering Phoenix was more likely to bite someone’s head off rather than giving them a hug.

“You’re here!”

Maverick came out of the airstream, Rooster following shortly after. He stopped dead in his tracks halfway down the stairs, eyes widening.

“Mom? Dad?”

-

Carole surged forward, leaving Goose in his wheelchair for a moment to wrap her son in a hug.

“Bradley,” she breathed. Nothing more needed to be said.

“What the fuck?”

Sorry. Except for that. Thanks Fanboy.

“Uh- guys, uh... meet my parents. This is my mom, Carole... and my dad. Goose.”

Rooster helped his dad join the group, gently touching his shoulder.

“You okay, dad?”

“Better than you,” Goose retorted, earning an eye roll. Carole swatted Rooster’s shoulder and then extended her arms to give Maverick a hug too.

“And you, Maverick, what were you thinking?!”

“Carole, I-“

“-god, if we’d lost both of you...”

She pulled away, tears in her eyes as she looked between Rooster and Maverick, then sighed.

“Is Jake here?”

“Mom...” Rooster started carefully but she held out a hand.

“I just want to talk to him for a moment.”

“He’s down the back, ma’am,” Bob offered. Carole waved at him, pressed a kiss to Goose’s lips and Rooster’s temple then made her way through the collection of vintage cars and a plane or two. The Daggers turned toward Rooster, gobsmacked.

“Why the hell are your parents all buddy buddy with Maverick?” Payback demanded. Rooster just smirked.

“Have you not been listening for the last six weeks?”

-

“Jake, I know you’re back here.”

Hangman grimaced, slowly turning toward Carole. The older woman stood by the photo wall, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, I-“

“-since when have I been ma’am to you? Honey you were there for three Christmases, you don’t ever need to ma’am me.”

Hangman grimaced, leaning on the workbench.

“I said some really awful things to Rooster- Bradley. I said things I didn’t mean and now he’s mad as hell. How are you not pissed at me for everything I’ve done?”

“I don’t think he is, and I’m certainly not. Yours and Bradley’s relationship ended but that doesn’t mean I stopped worrying about you.”

Carole and Goose had taken Jake in all those years ago when Rooster took him home for the first time, constantly looking to him for reassurance because he didn’t know what it was like to have a supportive, welcoming family. Goose was paralysed from the neck down but he didn’t let it affect his charm and his sense of humour; Carole had survived what was almost terminal cancer and she still held her own against her incredibly stubborn son and husband. Hangman cleared his throat, eyes falling to the concrete flooring.

“I thought they were dead.”

“I can’t imagine how scared you must have been. You and Bradley...”

Carole Bradshaw was fun loving, loud and the life of the party at all times but she also raised what could only be described as a handful of a son with a gentle hand and her maternal instincts came out with almost everyone she met, Hangman included. He’d spent many a night sitting up with her, the two of them the insomniacs of their relationships, just talking about anything and nothing.

She was the mother figure he’d never had.

“Jake. Are you okay?”

“No,” he choked out. Carole’s eyes softened and she stepped forward to pull him into a hug.

-

“So what Bagman said, about Mav and your dad-“

“-it’s true, my dad and Mav were at TOPGUN when the accident happened. My dad was in a coma for... a really long time. When he did finally come around he couldn’t feel anything from his chest down. All the PT in the world can’t fix the kind of paralysis he has.”

“Man, that must have been really difficult for you. I’m sorry.”

Bob’s voice broke the silence first. Rooster hummed.

“I remember my mom was doing the laundry once and she just started bawling. Mav said she found a load of my dad’s clothes she’d forgotten about and it just... yeah. I don’t actually remember seeing dad all that often, one minute he was gone and the next he was sitting in his new wheelchair at home and he couldn’t pick me up anymore.”

Phoenix’s brows furrowed.

“I can’t even imagine. Your mom was sick too, right?”

“It was three years of hell.”

Maverick and Goose joined the Daggers by the couches, Maverick ruffling Rooster’s hair as Rooster glanced over at his dad.

“You handle the drive alright?”

“Yeah, fine. How about you kid, you doing okay?”

“Just glad to be on the ground,” Rooster said quietly. He felt Goose gently touch his shoulder.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

Rooster hummed, glancing around.

“Where did mom go?”

“I’m here honey. Have you told them about the Walmart diaper story yet?”

“Mom,” Rooster groaned as Carole and Hangman appeared from the back of the hangar. Phoenix’s eyes lit up and she scooted over on the couch to make room for Carole.

“Wait, I haven’t heard this one. I thought I had all the BB Blackmail.”

“The what?”

“Oh, Roos,” Hangman shook his head, “you have no idea.”

-

That evening Carole and Goose retired to the house beside the hangar- Maverick tended to sleep in the airstream in the hangar itself but the house had been specifically fitted with everything Goose needed for his wheelchair access including the bathroom and kitchen. The Daggers rolled out their swags across the hangar but stayed up a little longer to talk. Everyone started to drift off except Rooster and Hangman, sitting up on the couches together with a beer in hand.

“I don’t get it,” Hangman said, “you almost lost your parents and you still cut Maverick off.”

“Jake I don’t want to get into this with you,” Bradley groaned.

“No, you listen to me. Mav might have a couple screws loose but he must have done it for a reason.”

“I think my mom had something to do with it. She always went quiet when I started talking about the Navy or begging to get my licence.”

“Can you blame her? She almost lost her husband and her best friend in one hit.”

“Yeah, I do blame her. This was so fucking important to me, it was all I could talk about.”

“I know, Bradley, I remember when you found out why you were four years behind everyone else.”

Hangman took a sip of his beer, eyes to his lap.

“Left me in the dust.”

“Jake, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I’m going to bed. Drink some water before you try to sleep.”

Hangman stood, collecting the beer bottles around the hangar to put in the trash before rolling out his swag. Rooster sighed.

“Jake, I’m sorry.”

“Goodnight.”

-

Carole and Maverick stood out in the bright morning sunlight just outside the hangar doors, drinking coffee and looking over the desert.

“How long were Hangman and Bradley together?” Maverick asked.

“Almost four years. Bradley was never the same after he found out about his papers.”

“Couldn’t get off his perch?” Maverick supplied. Carole laughed.

“Sure.”

Then she turned to face Maverick properly.

“What happened on that mission, Pete? Bradley calls after deployments but he doesn’t spend hours just sitting there listening to us babble. I’ve never seen Jake that haunted either.”

“You really want to know?” Maverick asked. When Carole just glared at him he sighed.

“Alright, we better sit down. Let’s go inside.”

They headed into the house, taking a seat at the dining table. Carole reached over and squeezed Maverick’s hand.

“I know this one was different.”

“I didn’t expect to come home from this one.”

“Pete you say that all the time-“

“-no I mean it. I saw the mission plan and I knew someone wasn’t coming home. If that was going to be the case, I wanted it to be me.”

“Pete, you did that. Everyone made it thanks to you.”

“How much did Bradley tell you?”

“Enough to know I could have lost both of you.”

“It’s a good thing Jake was spare; I knew if it came down to it he would be the one who’d push their jet to the limits to help in time without hesitating. He might be an ass at the best of times but he saved our lives. I’ll forever be grateful for that.”

Carole glanced down at her coffee cup.

“I think something shook loose in Bradley this time.”

“Me too.”

Maverick touched her hand, gesturing toward the bedroom.

“How’s he doing? Anything from the docs?”

“Oh, the usual. The nerve pain isn’t any better but he doesn’t want to tell Bradley.”

“We spent too long keeping secrets from Bradley, Carole.”

“I know, I just... he’s doing so well at work and the way he was last night- that’s the Bradley I know and love. He was smiling and laughing like I haven’t seen him in years.”

Maverick smiled.

“Yeah, I thought so too. Just... talk to him.”

“I will.”

Carole got up, rinsing out her coffee cup.

“You think he’s going to be okay?”

“He’s tough.”

“But is he going to be okay, Pete?”

Maverick frowned.

“I don’t know, Carole. All we can do is make sure he knows we’ve got his back.”

-

“So your mom looks good.”

“Are you flirting? Phoenix, she’s my mom.”

Phoenix gaped at Rooster for a second, then she burst out laughing and took his cup of coffee from him.

“Shut up, god knows you’re still flirting with Hangman after all these years.”

It was Rooster’s turn to stare hopelessly at her. She elbowed him in the side.

“Seriously. I haven’t seen your mom smile that hard in years-“

“-Bradley! Come help with breakfast!”

Carole called out the front door of the house and Rooster smiled at her over his shoulder.

“Be there in a second, mom!”

He took his coffee back from Phoenix and drained the mug, planting it back in her hand.

“Thanks for... everything, Tash.”

He headed back for the house when Carole yelled again, leaving Phoenix staring blankly after him. She heard someone else approach her from behind and smiled when she realised it was Bob and Fanboy.

“I didn’t think he knew how to smile,” Fanboy started. Bob nodded.

“It felt like I was talking to a brick wall sometimes, but this Rooster? It’s almost unsettling.”

“You know the story about his papers?” Phoenix asked them, both men shaking their heads. Phoenix sighed.

“Well, uh, after Mav and Rooster’s father were in a really awful crash, and Rooster’s mom beat cancer by the skin of her teeth, Rooster thinks she wasn’t down for him risking his life like Maverick still does and his father did. Apparently it was all he could talk about from the moment he was old enough to understand the Navy.”

“My dad’s a rancher, I wanted to be one for years too,” Bob supplied but Phoenix cleared her throat.

“It went so much deeper than that. Mr Bradshaw almost died from his injuries and then the infection he sustained later on. I don’t think Carole could have handled losing Bradley too, so Rooster thinks she might have asked Mav to pull his papers from the Naval Academy. It set him back four years which is how we ended up in the same TOPGUN class with Hangman. I don’t know all the details but I think Rooster’s finally made peace with whatever happened between then and now.”

Bob was quiet for a moment, processing everything, but Fanboy’s brows furrowed.

“Why was he so damn bitchy with Mav if it was his mom that pulled his papers?”

“You’d have to ask him.”

“No thanks,” Fanboy and Bob said simultaneously, earning laughter.

“He lived with him.”

They all jumped when Hangman appeared beside them, eyes on the desert in front of them rather than looking toward his teammates.

“What?”

“When things got really bad, Rooster moved in with Mav.”

Phoenix sighed.

“That tracks.”

“Is he gonna be pissed you can’t keep your mouth shut?” Phoenix asked Hangman, who just shrugged.

“He’s already pissed.”

“Daggers! Breakfast!”

The conversation was cut short by Maverick calling out for everyone to come eat, Payback and Coyote emerging from the hangar and Phoenix following the others down the hill where they’d been talking.

-

“Mrs Bradshaw, can I ask- Bradley Bradshaw?”

Carole smiled at Payback, patting his hand.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Mom,” Rooster started quietly which immediately had everyone’s attention. Phoenix put her fork down, raising an eyebrow.

“No, please tell us. What are we missing?”

“When Bradley was born, his mom was-“

“-dad.”

The Cheshire-cat grin on Hangman’s face told the others he hadn’t heard this story either. Goose glanced between the Daggers then he smiled. Rooster put his head in his hands.

“So Mav and I were on base when Carole called to say she was in labour. It was just lucky that we were only a half hour away instead of being deployed so we were able to get to the hospital fast.”

Goose’s eyes met Carole’s and he smiled softly at her. Phoenix wondered what it was like to be that in love, then almost choked when she realised Hangman had a matching fond look on his face... directed at Rooster.

“Anyway, so we get in the room and Carole is doing her thing and she looks me dead in the eye... says she wants to call him Bradley then just starts laughing. I thought it was a joke, but the second Mav held him he says he looks like a Nick Junior. We compromised; my middle name is James, so...”

“Oh my god. Your middle name is James?” Phoenix says. Rooster sighed.

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“We didn’t mean to call him BJ, it just happened.”

The Daggers frantically tried to avoid eye contact with one another so they didn’t burst out laughing, but Phoenix rested her head on Bob’s shoulder to stifle her giggling and that was it for the rest of them. Rooster rolled his eyes.

“I’m spitting in your food tonight.”

“How sweet, BJ!” Phoenix grinned. Even Maverick was smiling as he shook his head.

“I swear I work with teenagers.”

-

“How are you doing, kid?”

Rooster glanced over as his dad came into the living room, sending him a soft smile.

“I’m okay.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“Dad. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know, B.”

Neither Goose nor Carole called him any variation of Rooster; it was always his first name or a nickname. Bradley’s shoulders relaxed and he shrugged.

“Look, it’s fine, it’s no big deal.”

Goose frowned.

“Well, from experience, almost dying is a big deal. Almost dying twice? I mean, I’m surprised you’re not drunk under a tree kid.”

That earned a snort.

“Bradley, you came home different.”

His eyes dropped to his lap and he took a deep breath.

“I know.”

“Kid, no one expects you to have it all together.”

That seemed to unlock something and Bradley hummed, then cleared his throat.

“Bradley?”

“Dad I can’t- I can’t breathe.”

“Alright, put your head between your knees. You’ve done this before, it’s okay.”

“Is he okay? Bradley, sweetheart what’s going on? Goose?”

Carole appeared from downstairs, rubbing her hand over her son’s back and cupping his forehead.

“Just breathe, honey. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

Bradley did as his father had said, focusing on the air moving through his lungs. He heard his mother talking to him and his father softly, her hand firm on his back. He might have been in his thirties but times like these brought him right back to his teenage years when everything was too much, or when he and Jake broke up and the only person more upset had been his mom.

“Fuck, Roos. You good? I thought you said these stopped.”

Somehow Bradley had missed the door opening. His head shot up to find Hangman standing by the entrance to the living room, arms crossed over his chest. He strode across the room and pulled the curtains shut then went into the kitchen. Carole gently brushed Bradley’s curls from his face.

“Say the word and he goes.”

“No, no it’s okay,” he managed to get out, carefully working himself back upright. Goose watched him for a moment.

“Feel okay?”

“God, no.”

-

“How long has it been since you, your parents and Mav were all in the same room?”

Rooster glanced down at Phoenix’s head on his shoulder as they sat on a picnic blanket, looking over the sunset. She glanced up at him, waiting for an answer.

“Too long,” he sighed. Phoenix smiled.

“It must be weird having all three parents in the same room.”

“Scary to think I could have had none of them. I can’t- if I’d lost them...”

Phoenix touched his shoulder.

“But you didn’t.”

“I almost did. All three of them, at various stages. For a while there it felt like the moment I caught my breath it would all go bad again.”

“I know.”

She did, of course she did. She’d been the one to find him in the barracks, staring helplessly at his phone. Hangman was long gone at that point, so Phoenix had booked him a flight home and urged him to speak to his CO about leave. Initially his leave request was denied but a call from a certain Admiral had made it so he had a couple days to go home and be with his family when his mom had a scare at a check up scan.

“I think I’m going to lose them, Tasha.”

“Oh, Roos.”

“Mom’s been in remission for almost three years and dad’s not in any immediate danger but Mav... it’s so fuckin’ stupid.”

“It’s not; Mav lives life on the edge,” Phoenix reassured. Rooster snorted.

“Yeah.”

“Well, have you spoken to him about it?”

“Pot, kettle, black.”

Phoenix punched his shoulder.

“Maybe he could use a reminder about what he’s got to come home to. It must have been difficult juggling holidays if you couldn’t even be in the same room together.”

“Oh no, we had it down to a fine art. I got Christmas but I made sure to be busy at Easter-“

“-you mean drunk.”

“I mean drunk.”

Rooster sighed, nudging Phoenix’s shoulder.

“I gotta sort my shit out with Seresin, I’ll come find you later.”

“Go get ‘em, Roo. Get laid.”

Rooster rolled his eyes as he stood, dusting off his jeans before he headed to find Hangman sitting with Payback and Fanboy arguing about college football.

“Hey, Seres- uh, Jake. Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

He scooted over on the couch but Rooster shook his head.

“Not here.”

Fanboy and Payback exchanged a look.

“No, man, you guys stay here. We can argue about football elsewhere.”

Payback stood, grabbing Fanboy by the end of his jacket to get him to follow. Hangman stood.

“Look, Bradshaw, I-“

Rooster gently took him by the arm and led into the airstream, closing the door behind him.

-

Hangman’s brows furrowed.

“What are you doing?”

“Thanks for earlier. When I-“

“-yeah, don’t sweat it.”

A pause.

“So... was that it-“

“-I’m sorry for what I did to us.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up.

“Bradley... that was three years ago.”

“Did you move on? See other people?”

“Not like I saw you.”

Rooster leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

The tension in the tiny airstream could have been cut with a knife. Hangman crossed his arms over his chest; Rooster reached out to touch him but stopped at the last second. The last thing he wanted Jake to think was that he was apologising for sex. To his surprise Jake met him halfway, lacing their fingers together.

“All I ever wanted was for you to talk to me.”

“I didn’t know how.”

“Do you now?”

“I want to try.”

Jake’s shoulders settled.

“Bradley, this... I can’t go another round if you’re going to get cold feet and leave again.”

“I’m not talking out of my ass, Jake.”

“Fucking prove it, because I won’t do this again.”

Bradley reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping away for a moment. Jake watched him, brows furrowed.

“Are you seriously answering a text right now?”

“No, I’m pulling up an appointment. Look.”

He thrust the phone into Jake’s hand. Sure enough, it was an appointment confirmation booking for a therapy centre in San Diego.

“Wait, this isn’t the VA-“

“-I don’t want to talk to someone who’s associated with the Navy, my... issues aren’t with the Navy. They’re issues from my childhood, shit I never talked about. Not even with my parents or Mav.”

Jake swallowed, passing the phone back.

“Is this some adrenaline thing? Get back on dry land, sleep with your ex, trauma gone and appointment cancelled?”

“No.”

For some reason, he believed him. Maybe it was because he could hear the sincerity in Bradley’s voice, the way he ducked his head to meet Jake’s eyes. He didn’t tense up when Jake put a hand on his chest, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“If we’re serious about this, we do it properly. No sex, no making out to avoid talking about our feelings. I don’t care if it sounds dumb, I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“I know. I’m going to try. I don’t want to let you down ever again.”

Jake didn’t know if he was a weak man, a dumb man or a whipped man, but he didn’t shy away when Bradley leaned in and kissed him softly.

“I missed you, darlin’,” he whispered, hands finding Bradley’s hips.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Jake wrapped him in a hug, burying his face against Bradley’s neck. When he opened his eyes, he groaned.

“We have paparazzi.”

“What?”

Bradley pulled away, glancing over his shoulder.

“Guys,” he groaned

“Carry on!” Phoenix called through the open window, Coyote holding up a bowl of what looked like popcorn.

“Are they back together yet?” Carole called from the couch.

“Yes, mom, we’re back together.”

Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, then Jake took him by the hand.

“We can talk more later when we get back to San Diego.”

“I’d like that.”

-

“We did good, Goose.”

Goose hummed, watching the Daggers playing dogfight football on the empty tarmac.

“We did, honey.”

Carole squeezed his hand.

“You owe me twenty bucks.”

“You bet they’d be back together when we got here!” Goose protested. She sent him a look and he sighed.

“We share an account honey.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I have a better idea.”

They exchanged a look, then Carole squeezed his hand and stood.

“Mav! You lost!”

“Fuck.”

-

[kay-elle-cee]

Happy Valentine’s Day 💌

Send this to five different people anonymously, and tell them three things you love/appreciate about them to brighten their Valentine's day!

What I love about you:

*opens scroll 📜 * *opens powerpoint* *excel spreadsheet* <- since you excel in writing 😏

*clears throat* it all started in the early 1600’s Little Kelsey was just a KC a little nugget in a world full of Snape’s…. Oh gosh that would be worse than a zombie apocalypse 😬, a-and oh dear I promised myself I would get emotional 🤧 I need a minute (and $10,000 deposited into my bank account bi-weekly for the rest of my life 👀).

Where was I? Oh yes, young KC she’s the angst to my pain. She puts the I in ibfibg, (yoo, I just realized without the I it’s bfgf, it’s like you manifested James and Lily being endgame in the story. Shocked pikachu face 🫢)

I no longer will complain by the amount of angst in her fic— ok well I still will complain because 🤨 missy, that’s my heart on the line! But fine, it’s yours you’ve stabbed it plenty of times anyways I’m immune to the pain by now 😒. Oh is that a dagger, I suppose give it your best shot.

ANYWAYS,

1. The love of angst I believe that solidifies a bond, that being said send ibfibg to a certain Mr.K, no I’m not talking about Kelloggs if that’s what you’re asking. (Did you see a bookmark on ibfibg? Someone who isn’t a mutual may have added a note on there. I wouldn’t know cause I didn’t do it)

2. You are the proudest HUFFLEPUFF that I’ve ever met, but you hide in the shadows with the Slytherins out of fear of being outcasted. Need not worry, friend I know the truth 😉

3. Sense of humor is always 🤌🏽 plus the way you enjoy putting Lily through pain and adding 🙂 to your fics I know I’ll end up like 😭 and I know your not sorry at least your honest 🥹🥹

1600s???? HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM NENA ANON?

Just kidding. Thank you so so so much for all your lovely words (all the time, not just here!) I just read the bookmark on ibfibg and I'm CACKLING oh my god 😂 The highest of high praise!

I find it so funny that you're on a single-handed mission to prove I'm a Hufflepuff while I'm just a normal, average (non-evil) Slytherin. Cursed Child has it's major problems but Scorpius Malfoy is a little Slytherin cinnamon roll I'll treasure to the end of my DAYS. (also no shade to Hufflepuffs! My bff group is split 2 Hufflepuffs and 2 Slytherins, like a buddy system)

Thank you again so much Nena Anon <3 This gave me quite a good giggle! I promise (warn?) there is more angst on the way, and I hope you enjoy it!

[bluebutlikenotalways]

LADS! Today I come baring my greatest test of the English language! A fanfic!

But Cat, you suck at writing.

I sure do, Ace! BUT when I was in the 10th grade I got 70% on a descriptive essay, so I think I have some experience 😎 also I asked my friend souless and they said that I’d be interesting to see more of the story…

So it’s just a quick fic about Rightmin. The only think think could be a trigger is smoking? Oh, and my writing skills aren’t all that good XD

LET US BEGIN!

Out on the balcony of the “mighty” airship, the right hand man leans on the balcony alone. It’s nothing new. Anyone in their right mind knows not to get on his bad side, so why risk it by interrupting his smoke break.

It’s quiet. Peaceful, he reminds himself. A break from the constant noise of the clan. He brings the vape to his lips, taking in a deep sigh of Cinnamon Apple Crunch© before letting it out to fade into the graying sky.

There was darkness as far as the eye could see. It felt like…nothing.

Shwip. Right jumped as the door behind him opened. He’s not the jumpy type, but being so wrapped up in his own thoughts let it catch him off guard.

God damn it.

He straightened and shot one of his famous heart stopping death glares at whoever was unlucky enough to forget who’s perch this was.

Henry Stickmin raised an eyebrow at the daggers before throwing a nod back at Right and turning to the sky in front of them.

The redhead was left blinking at the side of Henry’s face. That was usually enough to make the scariest members running, but this new recruit..he didn’t even flinch?

Bewildered, Right lent his forearms back on the rail and tried to ignore how small the space suddenly felt with Henry standing only a few inches away from him.

Movement caught his attention. He watched Henry search his pockets out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled as the big guy furrowed his eyebrows with confusion at coming up empty handed.

“Forget something?”

“Yeah, I think I left my pack in my other jacket.” Henry sighed. “I should go grab it.”

Right was surprised at the little twinge in his chest. As embarrassed as he felt when Henry first got there, he was actually looking forward to a smoking buddy. Before he could stop himself he was holding out his JUUL. “I don’t mind sharing.” Henry’s eyebrows twitch, the corner of his mouth tilted down. Right’s stomach turned, but he’s no coward. “What? Scared to swap some spit with another man?”

Henry wrinkled his nose as Right dangled it closer. He shot the redhead a look that Right didn’t understand. Oh well. “Suit yourself.” Right said with a shrug

He started to pull it back to his mouth, but before he could Henry hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist. Right’ was trying to process his big that man’s hands were compared to his before Henry lent in and took a hit.

The grip on Right’s wrist let up, but didn’t disappear. The hand started to slowly drift its way up his arm, leaving a heating trail behind, to his neck before it grabbed a fistful of ginger hair on the back of his head.

Henry lent in letting the tips of their noses brush before tilting his head, hovering a whisper away. Right opened his mouth to say something but before he could Henry exhaled the apple flavored smoke into it.

Right was short circuiting, but he pushed through and breathed the smoke in. He inhaled in Henry’s breath, feeling it burn its way down his throat to his lungs. Was the burning from the nicotine or from that warmth in Henry's eyes.

He held his breath for as long as he could. He didn’t want to let Henry go. He wanted to keep that part of him within him for as long as possible. Ignore the burning. Keep the heat, just stay one. He couldn’t. As much as he wanted to be smothered in Henry, he needed to breathe.

Slowly Right let the smoke out through his nose. Henry watched it twirl like a dancer’s ribbon past that DUMB FUCKING MOUSTACHE and off into the starless night.

What just happened. His eyes refocused on Henry to find that the bigger man didn’t seem to have more of a clue.

For the first time that week Right let a grine split his face in half. “That was fucking gay.”

“I’m going inside.”

Thanks for coming, folks. Be sure to tune in for the thrilling, smutty sequel titled PUFF DADDY 😩

In conclusion. Get out of my house.

[shinestarhwaa]

hello!! could you write some jongho angst? maybe unrequited love or something i feel like there’s a lack of jongho angst in general across tumblr and ao3 :(

Hii! My first Jongho fic, oop👀 I agree there's not enough angst here! I hope you like this one <3 Enjoy!

Come and Go || C.JH

Genre: Angst

Pairing: BestFriend!Jongho x Gender Neutral Reader

Words: 500

Warnings/tags: College!AU, not much, just y/n being madly in love with Jongho, unrequited love, angsty shit

It was obvious to most, how in love you were with your best friend Choi Jongho, the only person in the world who was oblivious to your feelings for him.

You were in your second year of your Management studies and had been Jongho's dorm neighbour since you came here. He was a third year student, and he had helped you a lot along the way.

The two of you started out as study buddies, him being your tutor for the most. It took a few months before the two of you got closer, going out doing fun activities and sharing secrets with each other.

Your roommate Hyunjin was the first to realize you had a major crush on Jongho. ''You should do something about it!''

''Hyunjin-ah, you do not understand, he won't like me,'' you whined, laying down on your couch. ''But if you won't tell him, you'll never know, Y/N.''

Hyunjin might be right, you thought. Maybe you just ought to tell him sometime soon. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend how much you love him? How much you wanted to kiss him?

''Look, tonight is Wooyoung's party, why don't you pull him aside and confess? Or just start making out with him,'' Hyunjin laughed. Before you could agree, Hyunjin took you to your room to pick out an outfit for the party.

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When you arrived to the party, held at Wooyoung's parents house, it was already full of hammered people, and the smell of beer and several liquors you couldn't process was nearly unbearable.

Yet, you remembered Hyunjin's words and decided to power through. When you saw Jongho talking to his friend Yunho, you felt yourself smile so hard it embarrassed you.

Just when you wanted to say hi, you saw his arms around a girl. His arms. Around a girl. You felt like a dagger stabbed you in the chest and you couldn't breathe for a second.

''Hey, Y/N! Meet my girlfriend, Heejin!'' Jongho smiled widely. ''H-hi, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you,'' you said shyly, bowing to Heejin.

His girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

''Excuse me,'' you said as you bowed and ran off to the porch, tears stinging your eyes, leaving a confused Jongho behind.

''Y/N? What's going on?'' Hyunjin asked. They leaned against the wall, holding a beer and a cigarette.

''He has a girlfriend, that is what's going on.''

''Who? Jongho? He has a girlfriend?'' Hyunjin gasped, eyes wide open. ''Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry,'' Hyunjin apologized, carefully embracing you.

You fell into their arms and sobbed.

''Let's get out of here, go home, hm?''

You nodded softly. How were you supposed to ever be around Jongho again? He wasn't single, he has a girlfriend. The slightest hope you ever had of you two becoming a thing, had faded.

Hyunjin patted your head softly and held your hand while walking back to the campus.

''Feelings come and go, Y/N, and so do girlfriends.''

[binary5tar]

I'm rewatching Pit Babe to write a fic and I'll try not to make it everyone's problem

I'm just gonna keep updating this post when I get the urge to share instead of making a million posts

Look at Way glaring daggers at Charlie when he compliments Babe after the bet with Winner 🤣🤣

Going from watching Benz being sweet and emotional during Boy's Journey to beating the shit out of Pooh is giving me a bit of whiplash. Clearly hes a good actor though lol

More glares. If they fuck in the car in Way's garage I can just picture the salty annoyance

Damn Nut is such a good actor. I'm rewatching specifically for him basically so I'm noticing all the little things. When Babe is in the hospital and starts to realize he lots his powers, Way notices and hesitates to leave with Alan... though he does cuz Charlie is there.

Ya know Way gets hate for kissing Babe while he has him under his control (and yes it's implied he was going to do more but he never actually did and we don't know he would have gone through with it) BUT Charlie also gives Babe a sponge bath while he's "asleep" after Babe as explicitly told him to stay away. That seems as bad or worse than a kiss. Both should count as sexual assault at least even if you don't say one was worse or not. But Charlie gets forgiven and Way gets crucified (almost literally in that he has to die to make up for it while Charlie the fucking stalker floats of to his happily ever after)

Okay I was feeling a little disappointed that everyone is so keen on Kim/Kenta and Pete/Way but like... come on

Ignoring the knife they look like they are about to make out! And we know they kissed as teenagers. There was no where near this level of sexual tension when Kenta had the knife to Kim's throat just saying. Like I get that Garfield and Benz are "paired" but ... they should have thought of that before doing this casting.

(Complete side note but I don't remember thinking Kenta/Garfield was hot on my first watch but my love for Kenta has grown and I guess so to has my attraction.)

So in this nobody cares post I'm going to point out:

This is Way giving Babe water. Someone on youtube made an edit showing all the times Way gives him alcohol and Charlie gives him food or water or takes the alcohol away. Thus implying that Charlie is better than Way.

It doesn't bother me that people point out issues with Way. He definitely has them. In fact that video made me think about this and notice this small gesture. But it irks me to no end that people do it by saying Charlie is so much better when he just fucking isn't. He is also a manipulative liar that SAs Babe. It's just played off cuter so people ignore it.

AAAHHHHHGHGHGHGH Charlie is such a manipulative little bitch! Jebus You'd think Way would be the manipulative one but Charlie is such a fucked child using his kicked puppy pouty face whenever he doesn't get his way and this if he doesn't just completely ignore what's being said and does whatever the fuck he wants.

Like listen, your fuck buddy not quite boyfriend is giving you a car after having known each other for a grand total of like at best 9 days or something. And you pick a car, fully knowing the importance of a car as the first one he won in, and get told no and immediately pout like a goddamn child. Instead of the normal reaction of like, oh yeah okay that's fair there are a bunch of other cars here. I wouldn't want to take something with such huge sentimental value when we barely know each other.

Charlie and Way are canonically (in the show i don't know about the novel) nearly equally shitty to Babe but Way is the bad guy and Charlie is a fucking saint. This will never not irritate the crap out of me.

I love Nut because this is the face Way made when Babe asked if Way was there to find a hook up. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Not so much Babe

Thought: if you had no idea what omegaverse was and you watched pit babe... you would still have no idea what omega verse is. Like watching the show and then reading some like real mpreg knotting/slick/heat/mating bites type smut... they do not feel like the same thing. And like I get that it's for like actual TV so probably why tamer but... it feels like the bromance of abo. Like yeah there's a hint of it but it's not explicit about it. The only part that gets explicit is that Way can get Babe pregnant but even that isn't 100% clear? It refrences Babe’s kid, not necessarily Babe getting pregnant? I though Way was an Omega and hed be the one pregnant for the longest time and enigma was just a translation thing. Which is mpreg yes but still kinda fades into the background of the general just vaguely Sci fi feel? Maybe this is the geologist meme thing though.

Worth noting and I should get screen shots. But I can see where people say Way uses his powers on Babe earlier.

Anyway second thought. I'm gonna need to block the tag when season 2 comes out. I suspect everyone cooing over Charlie and shitting on Way will drive me up a wall. And make me not enjoy the show. I suspect from the old posts that are showing up in the tag on my dash that I'd have hated the show as much as I hate kp if it'd watched it as it aired.

It seems like Garfield and Benz are paired up (along with Nut and Ping) but in Pit Babe they make Kenta and Pete more of a thing. Way Pete is kinda hinted at but Kenta and Pete actually kiss. And Kim feels like he should be with North and Sonic of something.

Watching Boy's Journey sometimes I try to consider how I would have cast them if it were up to me.

Pavel IS Babe that's no question. And Nut is sooo good as Way and apparently has personal experience with the whole unrequited love thing. The only real options for Alan are Sai and Ping and I think Sai suits Alan better. Also Micheal and North are like the same person. I dunno if they rewrote that character to be like that or what.

After much deliberation I think I'd also leave Benz, Topten and Pon as Kim, Sonic and Jeff. But I'm shuffling Ping, Pop, Garfield and Lee. My reasoning is... Kenta and Pete should be an established pair and Dean and Winner should be paired with Kim and Way because all four never really pair up in the show. (Though I ship Kim with North and Sonic and SO MUCH way with Babe and Charlie.) So that means Ping and Garfield as Winner and Dean respectively. Which leaves Pop and Lee as Kenta and Pete and it could really go either way, though I lean more toward Lee as Kenta and Pop as Pete.

Though this is assuming the ship have the stay the same. If I were pairing them up from scratch... I dunno I have to watch more Boy's Journey.

[stopiteatpopcorn]

Hi bestie! Can you write team geo fics (lee itto, with lers zhongli albedo gorou)? I'll mean a lot to me (because this is my dream team)! P.S. but please no foot tickling bcs i'm kinda uncomfortable with that, anyway have a nice day!

MISTER “TOUGH” GUY

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Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Itto, Zhongli, Albedo, Gorou

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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Zhongli had decided that the geo vision holders should all meet up to get to know each other, especially since Inazuma had recently reopened to the public, making this possible. He set out to the two other nations to find and inform the other geo users of this meet up, asking them to sign a contract of agreement that they would all be present at this event. Of course, they all agreed and the time and place had been set, midday in a field full of flowers in Liyue, as it was between both other nations. He waited patiently and one by one they all arrived. Ningguang and Yun Jin arrived first, already being Liyue residents, followed by Albedo and Noelle. The girls had decided to go off and do their own thing, Yun Jin promising a special performance for them all, while Albedo stayed with Zhongli to wait for others. Soon a particular crimson Oni came running towards them, grinning and waving at them. They both shared small smiles before clearing some space in between themselves for him to sit down.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve finally arrived….Arataki Itto, correct?” Asked the former geo archon.

“Yep you got that right! And you guys are Zhongli and Albedo right?” They both nodded, “Okay great, cool! Also my buddy Gorou is on his way so he should be coming along soon!”

“So that should be everyone when he gets here then. Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Itto, Zhongli and I were just speaking on our elemental abilities. They’re quite fascinating don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah they’re definitely awesome! But my vision doesn’t really do much for me - I mean it lets people know how strong I am and gets me at least a little respect- but I’m still as strong and tough as a rock without thehEhem- Hey!” Itto cut himself off with a loud squeal, quickly snapping his head to the right. He was met with a small smirk from Albedo, so naturally, he glared daggers right back at him.

“What? Did I do something? Judging by the look on your face I’d say it’s quite serious.” Said the Alchemist. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the oni would have called him out, but his pride got the best of him and he decided against it. It would be embarrassing to admit that he, the great crimson Oni, Arataki itto, was ticklish.

“Nonono don’t worry! I just uh….Saw a Fatui agent behind you! But thanks to me and my awesome stare, he got scared and ran away, so it’s all good!” He held his breathe hoping this would shake off the interest of the blonde.

“Oh I see. Well then I’m glad everything is okay, We’ll be sure to stay on alert right zhongli?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t want an enemy ruining our meeting-” The Inazuman interrupted him with a sigh, thankful that he seemed to get away with this little lie. But he didn’t see the shared look the other two gave each other. 

“However I’d say you seem a bit tense…Maybe you should relax yourself.” He finished his sentence, before giving another small poke to the mans other side. Itto jolted and became weary of his predicament, while a small pit of excitement and nervousness formed in his stomach. Not sure weather he wanted to run or try to stay still and take it, he opted to trying to get Zhongli back, poking his side in retaliation. He was shocked to see that he barely reacted and suddenly the idea of revenge was thrown out the window. The oni prepared to get away but had already made the fatal mistake of turning his back to the curious mondstater who latched onto his sides again, poking up and down his sides. He twisted and turned, a small smile beginning to form while trying to desperately keep his squeaky giggles in. 

“Nope you aren’t going anywhere yet, I’d like to test if oni’s have the same sensitivity levels as humans-”

“Wehell tehest it on sohomeone else!”

“But you’re the only Oni I’ve ever met, wouldn’t you wanna help? Of course if you really don’t want this you say the word and I’ll let go!” He stopped his fingers for a moment, not wanting to push the boundaries of his new friend. However he seemed to be quietly thinking, before shyly looking away. 

“Okay….You can test this if you want- But don’t go thinking I’m weak or anything!” Albedo smiled at these words, bringing his fingers back to his friends sides, this time scribbling around to get a better reaction. This seemed to work as Itto suddenly burst into a giggle fit.

“Ehehehehaha!” He let himself relax into the sensations, trying to keep still so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt the smaller man beside him or keep him from his research. In all actuality he didn’t hate this. Zhongli took notice of this, deciding he would also help his friends with said “research”. He began to poke the mans tummy, smiling when he instinctively curled up. 

“NoHOhoho nahat thehehere!”

“Oh? Is this a bad spot?”

“Mahahaybe-”

“Maybe? Well then we might as well test that too if you aren’t sure, but it seems like this is going to get a wild reaction.” He smirked and switched to scribbling in the same area, getting loud laughter in return.

“AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA ZHOHONGLIHIHI!” 

“Looks like you were right about that one!” Albedo stated. The archon nodded in agreement, continuing the scribbles. The alchemist hiked his fingers up to Ittos ribs and underarms, getting even louder laughter than before. Soon they heard another voice from behind, turning to be face to face with the final geo user, Gorou. 

“Hey, what are you doing to that oni?!” He had overheard the commotion while on his way to the meeting, and thought something had happened. He was at ease once Zhongli and Albedo introduced themselves and explained what was really going on though, much to Ittos embarrassment.

“To get introductions out of the way, I’m General Gorou and I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier, but that means you must be the other Geo users right? Although I thought there would be more of us...” He was a little disappointed, but Zhongli reassured him,

“Don’t worry there are, the ladies have just decided to go off and do something else together.” He gave a soft smile before moving to let the general sit beside the three of them.

“Oh I see…Well in that case since you’re occupied with testing on my friend here, maybe I can be of help! I mean- I’d say I know him pretty well” He smirked at the gang leader. Now, Gorou normally wouldn’t take part in things like this, but how could he pass up on the opportunity? I mean it isn’t every day that he gets the chance to relax, as well as give Itto a bit of payback for the amount of times he’s been attacked with tickles. He claims to be ‘Arataki the tickle monster Itto’ so it would be nice to knock him down a few pegs, even if he gets him back later.

“Wohoah woah woah- Come on gorou- Buddy- you don’t have to do that! I’m pretty sure they’re done now! Right? Right guys?” The alarms were going off in his head, Gorou knew fully well where his worst spot was and if he broke the news he was doomed. Albedo paused before making his final decision, deciding to humor the general and let him have a go.

“Well….I don’t think we’re entirely done yet. So far we’ve tried his stomach, sides, pretty much his whole upper body. Is there something we’ve missed?” 

“Well there is one place that gets him pretty bad, he just turns into a puddle of laughter when you get him right…”

“Gorou- No-Dohon’t you dahahaHA-EEP-” 

“...Here! Hmm looks like it’s still true.” Itto tried to protest but once again interrupted himself with a squeal when Gorou lightly dragged a finger down one of his horns. The other two men smiled, Albedo being absolutely fascinated. He was intrigued to learn more and Zhongli seemed to speak exactly what the blonde thought.

“So, his horns can also be sensitive to touch and he can feel it all? That’s truly something, I’m sure this is important information for you, if I’m not mistaken Albedo?”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, that really is amazing! So if I do this, can you feel it too?” He raked his nails down the other horn, and was happy to receive the same reaction. 

“YEAHAHA I CAHAN FEHEHELL IHIHIT!” 

“Amazing…Absolutely amazing! I always wondered if a humanoid creatures horns connected to the nerve system, so I guess that helps my theory!” He continued the light scritches, while Gorou traced shapes on the horn still in his hands. Itto wanted to shake them off so bad, but he didn’t wanna accidentally poke an eye out or hurt em by being to rough, so he just sat still again, occasionally flinching on accident though. 

“EHEHEEP-NAHAHA-IHIT TIHIHICKLES-” 

“Well this is what the tests are for so that’s the aim.” Zhongli let out a small laugh at the reactions, watching as to make sure the others don’t go too far. He figured he’d help them a bit though and scribbled at his tummy again. This drove Itto up a wall as his laughter somehow got louder.

“AHAHAHEHEHE NAHAHAT YOU TOHOHOHOO- EEHEHEHEH!” He screamed with laughter as the others continued their attacks for a bit more. Eventually though, it was getting harder for him to form coherent words and soon his laughter turned wheezy and quiet. Zhongli took notice and immediately slowed his fingers, before motioning to Gorou and Albedo that it was time to let up. They both let go of the Onis horns and let him slump to the grass beneath them.

“You alright there Itto? I apologize if went too far and overstepped-” Albedo apologized but thankfully he was completely fine.

“Nahh I’m a-okay, hanks for your concern though bro! Besides I’ll be energized and up again in no time- plus- I still have a bit of payback to hand out!” The relief was short lived, as itto cracked his knuckles and smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. “You all have about a minute, while I gain back my energy. You better be prepared for my vengeance, especially you, mister ‘Doggy general’.’’ 

“Would this be a good time to run?” Asked the Mondstater.

“Yeah uh- EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES!” Gorou yelled, before running away, followed quickly by Albedo and the surprisingly calm Zhongli. There was a lot of laughter from the fields that day as the playful Oni retaliated. 

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A/N: OK THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN THIS LONG BUT THIS WAS A CHALLENGE AND WAS ALSO A LONG FIC IN ITSELF- I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON, AND ITTO HAS MY WHOLE HEART!!

[cherrycola27]

The Name Game: A SIREN'S SONG Epilogue

Paring: Rooster x OC Harper "Siren" Mitchell-Bradshaw

Warnings: Language, Child Birth, Allusions to Smut, Hangman being Hangman, Fluff, 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Okay so this is the first fic from the Siren's Song universe that doesn't have a song inspiration. But I had been tossing the idea around for this to kind of wrap up that universe but there is always the possibility of me writing more for Harper and Rooster because I love them!

"Alright Bradshaws... are we ready to find out what Baby Number 3 is?" The ultrasound tech asked Harper and Rooster as they waited paitently for the image of the third and hopefully final Bradsahw child to pop up on the monitor.

"Yes!" They said in unison. "Well... it looks like Baby Bradshaw is a..."

"Rooster, Siren, there yall are finally!" Hangman loudly greeted the two of them as they walked into the Hard Deck. All of the members of the Dagger Squad had gathered there to hear the gender of the newest Bradshaw.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Goose and Cara called jumping off of their Uncle Bob to run and greet them. "So... what's the baby in your belly Mommy?" Goose asked looking at her with wide eyes. "I can't say yet until Grandpa Mav gets here... you wouldn't want him to miss out on the news would you buddy?" Harper said ruffling her sons hair.

As if on cue Maverick walked through the door to the group. "So?" He said looking at his daughter.

Harper rolled her eyes "Well... Baby Bradshaw is a...."

"Wait!" Hangman cut her off. "What now Bagman?" Rooster asked "Well... we might have placed a little wager on this and I need to make sure I have everyone down correctly. We each put $100 in a pool. So Me, Omaha, Yale, Harvard, Halo, and Payback all say girl. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, and my lovely wife Phoenix who betrayed me all say boy. Mav, you want to get in on this before we know for sure?" Jake offered.

"Eh, why the hell not... I say boy." Maverick responded tossing his money in the pot. "Well I guess I'm going to have to say girl then." Penny said putting money in as well. "Can I bet on both?" Amelia asked.

"Sorry Milly no can do you have to pick one." Hangman told her. "Fine, I'm with mom and say girl." She responded tossing her money in.

"Alright bets are closed. You may proceed m'dear" Jake said stepping aside and gesturing for Harper to take center stage.

"Okay, well I am so sorry to those of you who are about to lose some money. But, Baby Bradshaw... is... a... BOY!" Harper cheered.

"Fuck!" Hangamn cursed "Haha, don't worry babe, I'll take you out for a nice dinner with my winnings." Phoenix said patting him on the back.

"So I'm gonna have a brother?" Goose asked. "You sure are little guy." Rooster said "Cara, how do you feel about having two brothers?" He asked his daughter picking her up. "I'm happy Daddy!" She smiled.

The team celebrated the newest addition that was on the way well into the evening until Cara and Goose both started letting out yawns indicating it was time for bed.

Later that night Harper and Bradley laid in bed talking. "So have you thought about names?" Harper asked rolling over to her side. "Actually I have." He replied scooting closer to her. "Okay, what were you thinking? Because I thought maybe we could use your middle name? Alexander might be good." Harper said.

"Absolutely not." Rooster shot her down quickly. "Why not? It's a good name!" She protested. "Babe you know I hate my middle name. Like I love my parents but my initials literally spell BAB and everytime I here 'Alexander' I just think about my mom or Mav scolding me... I am just not here for it." He explained.

"I was thinking Thomas... Tommy or Tom for short... after Ice." Rooster told her.

"Thomas Bradshaw... I like it!" Harper agreed. "But what about a middle name?" She asked him.

"Alight... hear me out, you might think I'm crazy for saying this... and hell I might be, but I have a good reason I promise. What if we gave him the middle name Jacob?" Rooster looked at her hopefully.

"Jacob?" Like what Jake is short for? As in Lieutenant Comander Jacob Levi "Hangman" Seresin?! Jacob? You want to name our son after Bagman?!" Harper was shocked that Hangman of all people was who Rooster wanted to name their new son after.

"I know, I know, I sound insane. But, the dude has quiet literally saved my life two times, even though he never ceases to piss me off, he really is my best friend, and without him, there would be no us or Baby Number 3 if you think about it." Rooster explained to her.

"You really do make a good point. Okay. I'm sold. Thomas Jacob Bradshaw it is. But we cannot tell Jake until the baby is born deal?" She asked "Deal" Rooster affirmed kissing her goodnight

"AHHHHH" Harper screamed as another contration hit her. She gripped Roosters hand tightly as she pushed. "I swear to God Bradley Alexander Bradshaw you are never touching me again after this. No more office quickies, no more back of the Bronco hook up, no more shower sex, NOTHING!" She yelled at him. It was all Rooster could do not to laugh. He knew she didn't mean it she was just in pain and needed an outlet. Hell when she was in labor with Caroline she had threatened to castrate him.

"You're doing great honey just keep pushing and breathing" he encouraged her rubbing her back.

"Don't tell me what to do!" She yelled as she pushed again.

"He's almost here Mama, I see his head, give me one more big push!" The doctor told her. Harper straightened her back, clamped down on Rooster hands, planted her feet and pushed until she couldn't give anything else.

Soon a healthy cry was heard in the room "What a beautiful baby boy! The doctor said holding Thomas Jacob Bradshaw up for them to see. The baby was quickly cleaned up and placed on his mothers waiting chest.

"Hey buddy, awww look at you! Hi baby! Hi Tommy!" Both parents cooed over him. It was late when the newest Bradshaw had made his arrival in the world so the only people who met him besides his parents that day were his grandparents and siblings . Maverick and Penny both laughed and cried at his name because of the tribute to Iceman and the big head it was going to give Hangman.

Rooster called Jake and Tasha the next morning for them to come to the hospital to meet their godson before the rest of the team did. While they waited for them to arrive Harper dressed Tommy in a onsie with his full name on it to surprise Hangman.

"Hi guys! Can we meet our godson?" Phoenix asked when she came in the room. "Of course, but Jake, I want you to hold him first if you don't mind." Harper said gently handing him the baby.

"I don't mind at all. Hey there buddy. I'm Uncle Jake and I am your Godfather and I cannot wait to buy you your first slingshot and teach you how to hit your dad in the head with it." He said holding the new baby. He had yet to read the onsie Tommy was wearing.

Tasha looked over and immediately saw what it said and she looked happy and shocked. She looked over at Rooster and Harper who shared a silent laugh with her and an understanding not to say anything yet.

"So what's this little guy's name?" Jake asked as he rocked the baby in his arms. "For a pilot you aren't very observant Dickhead." Phoenix scolded him.

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to her confused. "Look." She said gesturing to Tommy's outfit. Jake followed her hand and looked at the baby.

"Thomas... Jacob...Bradshaw" he read outloud. "Thomas... like Iceman that's pretty good." Hangman said to Rooster and Harper. It still hadn't clicked for him that his godson was named after him. "Thomas Jacob, strong name. Thomas Jac... wait a second..." the light bulb finally went off as the realization came to him. "Jacob? Like me... you named him... after me?" Hangman asked with the slightest quiver in his voice.

"We sure did Jake. It was Roos' idea. He said that since you kind of saved his life twice and are basically the whole reason we were able to get together and are like his best friend or some shit that it would be cool to name our kid after you." Harper laughed.

"I'm your best friend?" Hangman asked looking even more confused. "Well I assumed you were considering you risked your life for me twice and were the best man at my wedding and I named my whole ass kid after you." Rooster laughed. "Am just not your best friend?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I guess you are... even though you are a giant pain in my ass." Jake told him. "Listen buddy it isn't too late to change his name on his birth certificate" Rooster half threatened, half joked.

"Yes it is Bradley." Harper quipped from her hospital bed. Rooster turned around and shot a glance at her for raining on his parade.

"Jake are you going to hog our godson this whole time or am I going to get a chance to hold him?" Phoenix asked trying to get the baby from her husband's arms. "Oh shit... sorry babe... here you go" he said handing Tommy to her.

"God he is so cute. Si, Roos, yall make the cutest fucking kids I swear!" Phoenix giggled. "They might make the cutest kids for now honey, but ours are going to be waaaaayyyy cuter" Jake joked. "Well see about that Bagman. My kids are fucking adorable." Harper jabbed at him.

A few weeks later Harper and Rooster had brought little Tommy to the Hard Deck to meet the rest of the Dagger Squad. No one knew the newest Bradshaw's name yet because Hangman just had to be the one to tell everyone Rooster of all people named his kid after him.

As the new family of five entered the bar everyone was talking and laughing loudly. Harper picked Tommy out of his car seat to show him to everyone. They all oohed and ahhed over the baby and how cute he was. Goose and Cara never left his side, they were both fiercely protective of the newest addition to the tribe which made everyone laugh even more.

"Alright can I have everyone's attention please!" Harper yelled over the group. "I know you are all eager to know what the baby's name is. So without further ado everyone please meet..." Before Harper could finish, Hangman in true Hangman fashion cut her off and grabbed Tommy.

"....My Godson Thomas Jacob Bradshaw!" Hangman beamed. Everyone cooed at the announcement knowing that Tommy was named after Iceman.

"Wait A Damn Minute!" Coyote yelled from the back of the group. Everyone's head snapped to look at him. "Am I crazy of did he just say that the baby's middle name is Jacob?" He asked looking at Rooster and Harper.

"You aren't crazy Yote... you heard right Bradshaw named his kid after yours truly seeing as I saved his life... twice... and since I'm his best friend and all." Jake said with a shit eating grin on his face as he held his godson.

"Good Job Rooster, as if his head wasn't big enough already." Bob laughed.

"You ever think he is going to get tired if telling people we named Tommy after him?" Harper asked her husband. "Absolutely not." Rooster laughed.

"Hey little mama looks like this guy is getting hungry." Jake said handing Tommy back to Harper. She quickly grabbed a bottle to feed him. Phoenix came over and joined the trio.

"So Rooster..." Hangman began. "Seeing as how you gave the little guy my name.... when we find out what Tasha and I are having, would you be okay if we name it after you of we have a boy?" Jake asked placing a hand on Phoenix's stomach.

"Oh my God you're pregnant?" Harper giggled with glee.

"Yes...shh.... you're the first people we've told. I found out two weeks ago!" Phoenix smiled.

"Well I'm happy for yall." Rooster said patting Hangman on the back.

"Enjoy having the cutest kids for now, because Baby Seresin is going to take that title in about 7 months" Jake laughed as the two couples rejoined their friends.

Hope yall enjoyed. The next fic I am working on if for my boy Bob so keep an eye out for that one!

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by @accidentallylita. Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

What's your total AO3 word count?

125,203

What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, The Mummyverse, Elder Scrolls, and D&D (just one fic for one of the games I played in though, not any established characters.)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Calligraphy

Wingman

Inquisitive

Pyramids

Last Flower

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I'm not a prolific or well-known writer so I'm not inundated with interactions. I like to show my gratitude to everyone who takes the time to read and comment. It always makes my day!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Last Flower. I wrote that to process everything I was feeling about that choice at the end of Dragon Age: Origins, and the difficulty I was having deciding what to do - what I felt my character would have done and what I might have done as a player had I not found out how things played out before I hit the end of the story. (At this point I have about three or four divergent timelines in my head, although I've only written for my, I guess, 'canon' universe.)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings because I love fluff and happily ever afters as escapism, but I think I'd give it to my D&D fic, Que Sera, Seraglio: The Romance of Eydis Bjergdottir and Wadid al-Zaahir (yes the title is too long but I kinda did it on purpose to be silly. I couldn't think of anything good but I enjoyed the pun.) Someday I need to write some of the epilogues that I have in mind for the main characters and their kids (and potentially grandkids and great-grandkids).

Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, no.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, a bit. It's all been quite vanilla erotica so far, and I think all the published stuff is F/M. I want to write a F/F fic at some point but I guess I haven't found the right ship to inspire me yet.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet. I have had some ideas because, well, I'm wacky. The most concrete one was an idea I had years ago about the various Daedric and Tamrielic artifacts talking about what they've been up to since the last time they were all collected together. The Daedric dagger Mehrunes' Razor from the Elder Scrolls taking an interdimensional vacation to escape being a deadly weapon of the Prince of Destruction...only to end up in Thedas and become the Murder Knife.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I haven't written enough for anyone to notice I think.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No (as above.)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, although I'd be willing to have a go with some of my Mummy buddies! I've done a very small amount of RP fic writing in a private group.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Favorite ship I've written, probably Eydis and Wadid because they are my precious baby blorbos that exist specially for me and they are so cute (to me at least. It turns out when you write just for yourself, the story and characters can tick every box of things you like!)

Favorite ship overall, probably Rick/Evy or my OG, Eowyn/Faramir. My ships always seem very boring because a lot of them are canon and F/M. But the ones I've written myself have largely involved OCs (usually from RPGs) and I feel a bit weird like they don't 'count' as real ships since I don't know if anyone else would ship them. I am very normal-brained and do not overthink things (cough.)

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Can I say all of them? I looked in my folder and a lot of my ideas are so bare-bones I don't have anything written for them at all. I don't expect I'll ever finish my Dorian/Lavellan fic (never got around to doing that playthrough and never had more than one scene in my head), or any of the scraps I wrote for my smuggler in Star Wars the Old Republic (because I haven't played her in years and I didn't like some of the changes they made to the game and the characters.) I had some fun headcanons for her which I'm glad I thought of, but I don't think it will go further than that.

What are your writing strengths?

Probably dialogue, and I'd like to think humor. I love writing funny scenes, even if I'm the only one who finds them funny!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting, action, overuse of adverbs and descriptive language (if you consider that a weakness, which I...don't, always. I don't want to be George Eliot or anything, but I don't want to be Hemingway either.) I don't know how good I am at characterisation. I also overthink everything and I'm pretty sure I always rush my endings because I get so desperate to actually finish a project.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm only dabbling in this at the moment because so far all my stuff has been purely in English, apart from the odd word or phrase. I enjoy it, but it turns out that even if you majored in French at university and won prizes and honors for it, twenty years of disuse means you remember almost nothing. 😑

First fandom you wrote for?

Technically I think it was X-Men, but that didn't go far at all and will never see the light of day (trust me, it's for the best.) First fandom I shared anything for was Dragon Age.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Hhhng...honestly probably Que Sera, Seraglio because it's the longest (by a long shot - it's about half my total word count) and it's completely self-indulgent. I don't expect anyone else to read it because it would only be relevant to the people in my D&D group. I'm not even sure why I posted it, although there are parts of it I am proud of. But I loved writing it, even when I hated writing it, and I go back and reread it from time to time because I love it and it makes me happy. It's my story that I wrote for me, and I'm a very appreciative audience.

Apart from that, I think I'd say Pyramids, because I felt like I captured emotions and characters in it pretty well (and it was short so it did not involve months of me agonising and berating myself, which was nice!)

I think most of my fic-writing mutuals have been tagged already so I'll just tag @tishinada and any of my other followers who are interested!