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[bluegiragi]

FAQ + CODseries masterpost (MONSTER AU + SOAPBOX UNDER THE CUT)

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Frequently Asked Questions:

(read through the #askbox tag before asking to see if I’ve already answered! repeat questions and spam will be deleted.)

1. What program and brush do you use?

Clip Studio Paint, and I alternate between two brushes: fat sketcher 2 from stealthnacho’s brushset, and short vertical bar (dual brush) from sparth’s art pack 1

2. What tablet do you use?

I use a Surface Pro 8, which is a laptop where you can draw directly onto the screen. However, this is a really pricey purchase and before I had it, I used an Intuous Tablet for 6 years and loved it.

3.Can I repost your art on other platforms?

You can, but please credit me every time!

4.Can I write a fic/make fanart based on your AU?

Yeah sure!

5.Have you thought of what monster [insert character] would be? / Will you be adding [insert character] to the monster AU?

If I haven’t talked about certain characters already, I probably won’t at all. And I don’t have anything against these characters, but it’s more like I’m largely indifferent and have 0 thoughts. Do what you will, I made my AU as a sandbox for others to play in too, so you decide what to do with these characters!

6.Will you ever draw Konig again?

If I feel like it, probably! But the brainrot where he was the main focus has definitely passed <3

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MONSTER 141 AU

extra | team 141 character introductions

extra | konig + horangi character introductions

extra | las almas crew + graves character introduction

part ? | price/gaz rooftop talks

part 1 | bag of tricks

part 2 | ghost/soap muzzle

part 3 | price+ghost check in

part 4 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 1)

part 5 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 2)

part 6 | ghost + soap + gaz in action (part 3) 

part 7 | sketchdump 1

part 8 | ghost/soap chasing tail

part 9 | soap/fantasy!ghost (full vers on patreon)

part 10 | ghost/soap docile

part 11 | ghost/price due diligence

part 11.5 | ghost/soap due diligence (nsfw - only available on patreon)

part 12 | ghost/price holding back pt 1

part 13 | ghost/price holding back pt 2

part 14 | soap/gaz doing things blind (only available on patreon)

part 15 | konig/horangi clear

part 16 | sketchdump 2

part 17 | debrief

part 18 | ghost/soap work it out (part 1)

part 19 | ghost/soap work it out (part 2)

part 20 | cockatrice (part 1)

part 21 | cockatrice (part 2)

part 22 | sketchdump 3/puppy playtime

part 23 | new moon (part 1)

part 24 | new moon (part 2)

part 25 | new moon (part 3) 

part 26 | open book

part 27 | face to a name

part 28 | before

part 29 | that’s an order

part 30 | diplomacy

part 31 | mr riley

part 32 | human

part 33 | wraith

SOAPBOX SAGA (SOAP/GHOST/KONIG SERIES)

part 1 | konig/soap first meeting

part 2 | ghost/soap kid and a cookie jar (full vers on patreon)

part 3 | ghost/konig spar pt 1

part 4 | ghost/konig spar pt 2

extra | ghost + konig facecanons

part 5 | ghost/soap heart to heart

part 6 | ghost/konig grow a pair

part 7 | konig/soap do something

part 8 | konig/soap/ghost rough part 1 (full vers on patreon)

part 9 | konig/soap/ghost rough part 2 (full vers on patreon)

part 10 | trio feat. price mission start

part 11 | trio feat!unmasked konig

part 12 | trio feat! unmasked konig pull yourself together

part 13 | konig fantasises (full vers on patreon)

part 14 | ghost/konig feat. soap private lesson

part 15 | ghost/konig/soap lieutenant’s room

part 16 | ghost/konig/soap good for us (full vers on patreon)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nagging II

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You come back from national duty sick

In all honesty, you blamed Selma.

It was all her fault. She came down with something just minutes after your match against Portugal. You were ninety percent sure she had sneezed all over your things but with no way to prove it, you blamed her from a distance.

The day you got back to Barcelona was spent hovering over your toilet bowl and throwing up all of the crappy plane food you ate earlier.

Your head pounded and you wished you had blackout blinds because even the faintest sliver of sunlight made it worse.

You sent Jona a text as soon as you could deal with the light from your phone, saying that you would be taking the next few days off.

He replied with a thumbs up and you left it at that as another wave of nausea coursed through you and you crouched over your toilet bowl.

You didn't even think about texting any of your teammates, more focussed on keeping down anything you ate.

You dimmed your lights and closed your blinds when the nausea disappeared enough for you to move before retreating back to your bathroom floor.

You don't know when you fell back asleep but the cold tiles against your cheeks were soothing and the silence felt nice in your blocked ears.

You only woke up when you felt someone nudging at your shoulder. You groaned, your eyelids feeling like they were glued together so you blindly batted at whoever was touching you

"Come on, kiddo." You recognised Lucy's voice but still refused to open your eyes, more than content to lay limp on your bathroom floor. "Up you get."

Lucy didn't seem to be taking no for an answer so you cracked open your eyelids. It was the wrong move though because as soon as you opened them, it was like your stomach realised that it was feeling sick because you had to launch yourself at the toilet as you dry heaved over the bowl.

"Or, on second thought, you can stay there," She said, nose wrinkling in disgust as you collapsed on top of your toilet," How long have you been feeling like this?"

You could barely make sense of her words as you moved to rest back against the tiled walls. Your chest rose and fell erratically as you tried to regain your breath.

"Have you eaten?"

"Jesus," You groaned," How many of there are you?"

Alexia stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking at you with disapproval but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. "Have you eaten?"

You gestured to your toilet. "Does it look like I can keep anything down?"

"Have you taken some medicine, at least?"

This time, it was Lucy who answered," Does it look like she can even walk?"

Alexia sighed, bringing her fingers up to massage her temple. "How long has this been going on? Why did we have to hear about it from Jona?"

You groaned, your head pounding. "If you're going to ask me so many questions can you at least slow them down?"

A head popped around the doorway. "Is she still alive?"

"Yes, Mapi," Alexia said," She's still alive."

"Good," Mapi replied," Because Ingrid's making soup and I don't want her to waste the effort if it turns out that the kid is dead."

"God," You groaned, finally sitting upright again," It's nice to know how I rank on your list of priorities, Mapi."

Mapi scrunched her nose up at you. "You look like death warmed up. Have we got to go to the hospital?"

When Lucy and Alexia began to look like they were contemplating it, you fought back against the swirling of your stomach.

"No, no hospital," You said, getting up shakily and sagging against Lucy when she moved to help you," It's just a little sickness. Selma's already let it run its course on her. I'll be fine in a few days."

"We'll be the judge of that," Lucy said as she guided you out of your bathroom and onto the sofa.

Ingrid was at your stove, mixing up a pot of soup while Frido seemed to flutter around your entire apartment, doing all of the chores you had put off since coming back from France.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you come back here," Lucy muttered as she forced you to drink an electrolyte drink," I should have just made you come home with me."

Most of the time, you lived with Lucy while playing at Barcelona but the club still paid for an apartment for you. Your flight in last night was late and you just told Lucy you would crash at your own place and go back with her after training.

"We can deal with that later," Alexia said dismissively as she shoved a thermometer into your mouth," Leave that there!"

"I don't even own one of these," You complained around it.

"I bought one with me," Frido said as she brought over Ingrid's soup," You need to stock up on medicine too. You've got nothing."

"I don't need to stock up on anything if I've never bought any. Wh-" You were cut off by Mapi shoving a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

The older girls all talked over the top of your head.

"I can take her home with me," Lucy said," We just need to pack her a bag."

"No," Alexia said," She's sick. She shouldn't move anywhere until she's better."

"Mapi and I can stay with her tonight," Ingrid said," One of us can make sure she's okay and the other can stock up on medicine."

"She said it's a short bug," Alexia nodded," So hopefully it won't be too bad."

"I don't know..." Frido looked over at the way you pushed away Mapi and her spoon in favour of hunching over and squeezing at your head. "She's only a kid. I think at least a week."

"A week..." Alexia fell silent for a moment. "Ingrid, if you and Mapi are okay with watching over her tonight then I'll take over for tomorrow and the day after. Frido can have the next two and then Lucy..."

"If she's alright after Frido's shift I'll take her back to my place," Lucy said," And if she's not, I'll hang out here until she's well enough."

"Good," Alexia said. She grabbed one of your blankets from the dryer and threw it around your shoulders. "Does anyone have Renard's number? It would probably be best if someone told her that her protege's down for the count."

"I've got it," Lucy said before wincing," God, I'm screwed. She's going to have my head."

"Just blame Selma," You said, having enough of the girls talking about you like you weren't in the room with them," It's her fault anyway."

[parvulous-writings]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, and Halsin realising his feelings for his gn crush?

Warnings: mentions of Astarion's trauma. I added a scene that doesn't technically exist in-game to flesh things out a bit with Halsin.

Notes:  Please, Tumblr... More Halsin and Gale gifs pls My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Astarion

As we all know, it takes a long time for Astarion to be able to fall in love properly. His two centuries of having to seduce prey for Cazador have made it very hard to tell where the sultry facade ends, and the true him begins. He was meant to have seduced you for protection, to get you to fall for him and defend him should he ever need it. That was the plan, in any case. To him, it was fool-proof - he had never fallen in love with an object of his 'affection' before, so this should have been easy.

He was very wrong - though your do-good nature really irked him at first, it eventually made him want to be the same. Or, at least, similar. Part of him wished that he could have had someone like you earlier, to save him from the horrors he had seen under Cazador. Your patience with him, and your unwavering kindness got through to him, and he craved more - even if he thought he didn't deserve it.

He realised he loved you - truly, deeply loved you - when you and some of your group had infiltrated Moonrise Towers. You'd encountered a drow who was hell-bent on exploring the Sanguine arts, and had even started to press Astarion to bite her, despite his protests. You had stood up for him, told her to back off, and it was that moment that he had realised that his feelings for you were more than an infatuation, more than seeing you as something to use for protection, that it was love.

Gale

Gale had been fond of you since day 1 - though, being pulled out of a collapsing portal may do that to someone's view of another. Your views often aligned - though sometimes the means to achieve them did not - and that endeared you all the more to him. Even when he told you of the orb lodged deep within his chest, demanding he consume strands of weave, you stuck by him; and he hadn't entirely thought you would.

Being able to travel by your side and see all the good deeds you do is an honour for him - he'll often sit and think about how his life would have been had he not been snatched up by the mindflayers. He'd probably be in his tower in Waterdeep, with no one but Tara for company, and little to do besides wallow in his own self-pity. This was a much better alternative - even with the looming possibility of ceremorphosis.

His feelings first started when you said that you could stay with the group after he revealed the nature of the orb in his chest. It was only natural, after being shown such kindness. But the moment he really knew he loved you, was after Elminster had delivered Mystra's missive to Gale - about destroying the heart of the Absolute by detonating the orb in his chest. When you had gotten so uptight with the older wizard, telling him it wouldn't happen, that Gale wasn't going to die, he couldn't help but find you sweet. Though he had initially resigned himself to Mystra's demands, he couldn't deny it felt nice to have someone on his side.

Halsin

To begin with, Halsin admired you, but was not emotionally available enough to pursue any kind of romantic relationship with you - his mind was focused more on ridding Moonrise of the Shadow Curse. It was only really once that part of your journey had concluded that he could even start to think about that kind of thing.

You had proven yourself to be a person of your word, and that was something that Halsin always held a great amount of respect for. To find someone who followed through with the promises they made, let alone to be able to travel with them, was an absolute blessing - one that Halsin thanked the gods for every day. It was with your help the curse was dispelled, and the lands freed; that was no easy feat, and he couldn't have done it without you.

During the rather small celebration the party and a few others had post-curse, Halsin sat and thought to himself about all that you had done for him - all that you, hadn't quite sacrificed per se, but had given to help him. You'd taken many beatings to help him on his own quest, when it probably would have been more beneficial for you to pursue your own - which was arguably just as pressing, if not more so. Your courage endeared you to him, and it was as he sat there, amidst the celebratory drinking and serenading, that he realised he would devote himself to you as much as you had done to him; following you to Baldur's Gate, and facing whatever it was that was at the end of your journey.

[lovelyiida]

secret relationship with bakugo~

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.8K

Bakugo is known for his heartbreaking nature as a pro hero. Since he has been in many open relationships, each is heavily surveyed by the media at all times.

usually dating other pro-heroes or random A-list celebrities. He has broken, maybe even shattered, everyone's heart.

so when he wrote his number down on the bill you gave him and handed it back to you, you were shocked.

so…he’s into waitresses now?

You were working a long 9-hour shift at a local noodles restaurant located in the heart of the city. Back aching and eyes dry, you give your all as each customer you greet is shown a million-dollar smile.

When the time came 1 minute before closing, you began to untie your oily apron until a loud bell rang. Signaling that someone had just come through the door.

You almost collapse in agony at the sound. Collecting yourself you stomp out the back and head to the front.

“Excuse me! I'm sorry but we're--" As you saw the person standing patiently at the front, your words caught in your throat.

Pro-Hero Dynamight?

His red eyes pierced yours as he stared at you. Your eyes travel down his body, his hero suit still on, a little torn and muddy, must've had a little tussle.

the rumors are true, he's way more attractive in person. His toned muscles were drenched with sweat as you watched them glisten in the city lights.

you now understand why he gets into relationships so easily, even with such a hideous personality, he's drop-dead gorgeous.

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice he had a smug grin. Sighing, the pro-hero slowly folds his head back to brush through his hair. He walks towards your figure, as the only thing separating you two is the front desk.

"I know you're closed and all, but you don't mind staying open for a hard workin' hero like myself would ya?" voice deep and strong as it bounced off the walls of the empty restaurant.

Still stunned, you shakily nod. Swiftly returning to the kitchen with quick steps your body crashes into the dish sink, your hands gripping tight into the curved metal. Your body hangs almost limply above the dirty dishes you forgot to wash.

"pro-hero dynamight is in my resturant!" you squealed quietly. you were fangirling quite hard, as this interaction was almost comparable to meeting royalty.

"hello? any fucking day!" the pro-hero yells, snapping you from your daze. you jumped, hurrily grabbing a paper and pen and dash out to the dining floor.

In the back of the room, you can see the pro-hero seated in a corner booth, away from windows.

walking over you look down at him, a pen and paper in hand ready to take his order. "Are you ready?" you politely asked.

"does it look like i'm fuckin' ready? gimmie a sec" he grumbled. It's possible that he would have caught you completely gawking at him if he hadn't been eyeing the menu.

the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling shines on his sharp facial features. Vermillion eyes glowing, his lips pursed as he's in deep thought trying to choose his next meal.

his lips were so pink and looked so soft, you bet he was a fantastic kisser, there's no doubt about that. you imagined his lips on yours, you imagined how he'd grab your waist and pull you in deeper and deeper until you were gasping for another breath.

god, you wish he could just take you to this dining table right now–

"I'll take this," the pro-hero says, pointing at the spicy noodles.

you snap out of your daze once more, and let out a shy smile.

"coming right up sir!" you take a sharp bow (which makes him roll his eyes) and head into the kitchen to make his meal. after nearly 20 minutes, you serve him a hefty bowl of spicy ramen noodles. "It's on the house" you said with a tired smile.

the hero nods in gratitude and goes to town on his noodles. walking away to stand behind the front desk, still taking your chances for a quick glance at the oh-so-handsome hero.

In another 20 minutes, you were wiping imaginary stains on your counter until the clank of a bowl was heard.

You jump, snapping your neck towards the sound, looking up to see the pro-hero smirking at you.

“Finished. How much?” He says. You tilt your head at the question. “For the food, princess.”

The pet-name sent you into a flustered frenzy. “Oh! Um, like I said it’s on the house…to thank you for your service” you mumbled. This earned a genuine smile from the hero.

Chuckling, he leans in close to you. His arms rest on the counter, toned biceps flexed with ease and his chest tall and forward exuding confidence.

“Y’know I’ve been going here since high school…and I’ve never seen you here before. And I come here often.”

His voice was smug, the tone of his voice smooth like honey as the words from his lips drip-dropped off his tongue with ease.

“Well…I’ve been working here for about a month so–“

“That’s why my noodles weren’t as spicy as they usually are,” He says. This makes your eyes widen "Oh! I’m so sorry! The next one is on the house again-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it was still tasty " he spits. The next time, don’t stare at your customers so hard. Usually not one for stares but…your cuteness makes up for it.”

Before you could react, the hero reaches into his pocket and slams down the exact amount for the food.

“It’s late, get home soon cutie” he says, a small smile on his lips as he flashes a quick wink your way.

Putting his mask on in a hurry, he walks into the darkness of the night.

You stood in shock, gazing at the pro-hero in awe. Did he just call you cute?

Letting out a sigh, you look down to take the cash. Only to realize a pink piece a paper was on top of the cash.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX consider this as a tip.’

You couldn't even think, he just gave you his fucking number.

After several booty calls and three more “let’s see each other again”, you find yourself laying down in the pro-hero Dynamights' bedroom. Flicking through TV channels, wearing nothing but an oversized Dynamight shirt and a pair of panties.

Pro-hero? Sorry, you meant Bakugo now.

Pressing the remote over and over, the screen flashes quickly. The RGB lights flicker from the screen and into your eyes, you let out a bored sigh.

News? Boring.

Home channel? Not in a interior design mood.

Cooking shows? No point, you can’t get any hungrier.

What’s this? The gossip channel?

Legs swinging off the bed suddenly come to a halt, you noticed it was currently on a hero segment. Talking about some pro-hero Chargebolt? You didn’t know him personally, all you knew was that he bought another damn car.

“Y’know what’s shocking me? It’s been 6 months since we’ve heard any buzz in the dating scene about pro-hero dynamight!” The female reporter gushed.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed glued to the action. Anticipating hearing their opinions.

“I agree! I mean– I’m truly surprised he’s not in a relationship. Maybe he’s finally decided to focus on building himself up in the ranks. Being the #4 hero is good…but compared to last year being in the #2 spot–“

“I’m turning this shit off” you hear your boyfriend grunt. Hair wet and most of his body still wet from the shower, a towel loosely hanging from his waist.

Stomping towards you, he snatches the remote and quickly turns it off. Which earns an exasperated whine out of you.

“I was watching that!” You protested. Bakugo rolls his eyes, “so you were entertained watching random ass people talk shit about me?” He spits.

Lifting yourself off your stomach, you crawl towards the edge of the bed with a giggle. Taking a deep breath, walking on your knees, you reach out to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him.

“not exactly”

Leaning in to kiss him, he quickly grabs your waist and pushes you into the bed. You laugh at the sudden force, the bakugo crawls on top of you. Tiny water droplets hit your face.

“So is it true?” You asked, your voice softer than it was a mere moment ago. Bakugo mumbles, too busy kissing your neck.

Sighing, you push yourself away, earning an irritant groan. “Is what true, beautiful?” He finally answers.

“You haven’t been dating anyone for more than 6 months, which means we’ve been together for that same amount of time” you say.

“All signs point to yes, why’ya ask?” He says, his body collapsing on the side of you. His muscular arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know, I’m just shocked…I didn’t know you’d be the waitress type” you say, which makes Bakugo chuckle.

“I know, everyone is so used to me dating the hottest of the hottest I guess, but they’re not as hot as you baby” Leaning in, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

Grabbing his face you go in for another, more intimate kiss. Hiking your leg up against his torso as his hands reach for your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Pulling away from the kiss on your forehead, looking deeply into his eyes, you laughed. “What?” Bakugo smiled.

“I don’t know…I’m just surprised you chose me out of all those other guys and girls. I like you a lot Bakugo, you know that right?” Your voice soft and attentive rang through your boyfriend's ear like a beautiful symphony.

“I needed change in my life. I wanted to slow down. I was tired of living the fast life, and I wanted to fuckin’ settle” he says.

“I knew walkin’ into that restaurant you were gonna be the one, you were too cute to pass up” he mumbles sweetly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“So you walked in on purpose?” You chuckled.

“I may have seen you working earlier that day and found you hot. I was praying to any and every god that you would still be there after patrol. And God gave me their blessing” he says.

Sighing, you drop your head into his chest.

The shared bedroom is subdued by a long, comfortable pause.

You never knew Bakugo felt that way towards you. At first you felt like you were just a booty call. After that, you noticed how much you clicked with each other.

From general conversation to sexual attraction, the relationship was solid.

You didn’t know if it was going to last. But now, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing Bakugo planned you for the long-haul.

“Let’s make it official”

Bakugo breaks the silence. Turning your head to him you let out a last gasp. “A-are you sure?” You stuttered.

“Hell yeah, I need to let these fuckers know you’re mine and that I dare anyone to lay a mere pinky toe on you.”

You laugh at Bakugo’s broad statement, cuddling at him you nod.

“Okay, let’s make it official.”

hello everyone!! This was supposed to be headcanons but school is so tiring, currently writing this at 2 AM. You guys are so amazing, walking up to so much support makes me smile everyday. Thank you!!

— lovelyiida<3

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

AA NOT TRYING TO BOTHER OR PRESSURE BUT HERES A REQUEST HIHIHGIGI

What about Ben, Toby, Masky and Jeff with an S/O who has a magical singing voice (like, yk can manipulate people into their own will by singing, spawn things out of thin air and heal- LITERALLY DO ANYTHING WITH SINGING.) (+ points if she's the daughter of Melpomene and is kind of popular on the internet for singing xoxo) (yes this is inspired by ado)‼️‼️‼️

ONLY DO THIS IF UR WILLING TO‼️‼️😓😓😓 -gumi

Don't worry you aren't bothering me! Writing your requests is what im here for!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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BEN

He loves to listen to you sing, but he will not ask for it

Like, if you sing around him, cool beans

If you don't, he wont be upset

He always finds himself becoming intranced by your voice

He will pause his game and just sit and listen to your beautiful voice

He absolutely gets you to do things for him

"Babe, you know how you love me sooooo much?"

"What do you want, ben"

"Can you pretty please manipulate Tim into getting me a monster at the gas station when he goes"

"*biiiiig sigh*"

There is some limitation to your power though

Which he was really dissapointed with

"What do you mean you can't make slender give me a raise??"

"Baby, he's a literal elderitch being beyond most mortal's imagination"

"AND???"

"He's also my boss and i don't wanna get fired for trying"

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he is all for it

His ultimate fantasy is to date an internet idol of some sort

He'd be lying if he said he didnt wish he had a catgirl girlfriend 💀

Being very famous in the underworld himself, it's kind of a hassle for both of you

Constant breaches of your privacy, paparazzi trying to get the inside scoop on your relationship, etc

However, he looooves showing you physical affection on the internet

Expect him to interact with you on socials, be extra touchy on lives, etc

Toby

He is the only one on this list that will shamelessly ask for you to sing to him

Sometimes he'll just sit on either your or his bed, laying on his stomach and kicking his feet behind him as he listens to you sing

He will often ask you to sing him to sleep

Especially if he's had a rough day

It helps ground him

He loves being all cozy, cocooned in a big blanket, snuggled into the crook of your neck, you rubbing his head and singing to him softly

Sometimes he'll mumble sleepily about how much he loves you, and how good you are to him

He doesn't really take advantages of your powers like the others

Only if necassary

"Hey dookie head, can you get my phone back from tim? He took it from me since it's my bedtime :(" (/hj situation)

"Fart face, can you get my raccoons these cute little outfits? Im so broke right now, please please please??"

Like i said, only when necessary

He loves to dance with you also

If he walks in on you singing to yourself, he will come up behind you and sway you side to side

Eventually it will evolve into a full dancing episode

After, you will both collapse onto the floor, sharing small kisses and heavy breaths

You being famous doesn't really affect him

He's fine with you doing your own thing, and he's gonna do his

He doesn't mind the paparazzi, because no matter what they catch him doing, he will always remain a feral rat child at heart <3

Yeah, the paparazzi's kinda scared of him 💀

Masky

He loves when you sing but wont admit it

He's always silently begging for you to sing, but he will never ask for it

Whenever you do sing, he makes sure to tell you how pretty your voice is and how much he loves whatever song you're singing

He's so hooked on your voice

Sometimes when he's all worked up, he just needs to sit out on his balcony, smoke, and listen to you hum while you dance to an imaginary song

God, he loves your dancing

He could watch all day

He never really asks for you to use your powers for anything

Like, i can only see him maaaybe using it to get other creeps to leave him alone

But that would be very rare

The way he sees it, your powers are mostly used on him

Hypnotizing him in such a way, with your soft voice and flowy dancing

He'd honestly jump off a cliff if you asked in this state

When it comes to you being famous on the internet, he doesn't really like it

He likes it for you! Just not for him

He's already got cameras up his ass 24/7, and he doesn't want eyes on your relationship at all times

You deserve privacy!

So don't expect him to be too affectionate when youre on camera or on social media

He's very physically affectionate in private

He just doesn't want unnecessary eyes on him is all

Jeff

He loves hearing you sing, but will never ask for it directly

You two have a code word for when he needs to hear your voice

"Pony" is the word

Whenever hes feeling upset, angry, or if he's in some sort of episode, he'll drag you off to your bed and whisper "pony" in your ear

Usually, he likes to be the "dominant" one in physical intamcy, but in times like these, he needs to be the one being held

He likes snuggling into the crook of your neck, kissing you here and there

He also likes to lay on your chest and smell your clothes

Like BEN, he asks you to use your powers for his own selfish needs

Food, money, etc

You being famous gets him really excited

Him also being pretty famous makes it even better

He loves showing you off, being really touchy with you, expressing to people that you're his and he's yours, etc

It really gives this little PDA demon a kick

When i say he loves PDA, i mean it

He'll always be kissing you, make a show of caressing you and groping you, calling you sweet names

All of it

If you were uncomfortable with that though, he'd understand

He'd still manage to let people know who you belong to with other methods though

Such as calling you pet names, being extra nice around you, yadda yadda

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A Cruel Trick

Astarion & gn!Tav

Inspired by “Astarion x Tav - Baldur’s Gate 3 Animatic” by RavenRose_99 on Youtube. It's seriously so good it made my heart hurt, hence why I wrote this lol

Warnings: angst, blood, injury, references to past abuse, open-ended

Word Count: 1,458

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The cold floor did not welcome Astarion as he landed. His palms scraped against the concrete, drawing blood. The door swung shut behind him with screeching hinges and a booming thud. His back burned, ached, screamed for relief. But it would not be found here.

Tears fell from his eyes unbidden. This was the price of avoiding death? The cost of continuing to live and breathe? This Hell? If he’d known… Well, it was too late for that now.

Gods, everything hurt. He couldn’t even wish to speak - his throat was raw from screaming. From begging for it to end. A shaky hand reached behind him. The slightest brush against the open wounds had him whimpering. More of his blood tainted his hand. He couldn’t find the energy to care.

He gave in to the pain, gave in to the gasps and shudders that consumed him, to the fire of Cazador’s poem. What else could he do? His body collapsed to the floor, shivering and trembling as he curled into himself, willing the pain to go away. Please… Please go away.

Before he could lose himself, a voice.

Wet red eyes followed the sound up the wall. A sewer vent, embedded high up. Too far to even consider escape, even if he were thin enough to squeeze through the grating. But, without a doubt, the voice was coming from it.

It was a song, he realized after a moment. It was ethereal, even though the tune was undoubtedly some sort of lullaby. Listening to it helped him forget the pain and push it to the back of his mind.

Groaning with the effort, he pushed himself up to hands and knees again. The sound reverberated off the walls. He wondered if they would hear - this mystery singer - but the world was not so kind to him.

He stumbled as he rose to his feet, tripping over himself until he could lean against the wall for support. Drops of blood trailed down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain himself. He focused on the voice. Like a siren’s song, it called to him. Beckoned him closer. With a deep breath, he steeled himself to keep going.

The wall acted as a crutch as he slinked to stand beneath the vent. The distant sound of water barely reached his ears. And the voice.

Long, languid notes flowed into each other. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the echo was bouncing off the walls of a temple. A choir of one. Why were they singing alone?

He opened his eyes to look at the vent. Moon beams hit the bars. Wherever it led out to, the moon couldn’t reach inside. It was trapped outside.

He slid down until his ass hit the floor. He leaned his head against the rough, mossy cobble wall, closed his eyes, and let the lullaby take away his agony and pull him into a restless sleep.

-

Almost every night, the voice returned. Always singing the same song. And every night, he’d sit beneath the grate and listen. When he was ripped away - kidnapped and implanted with that damn tadpole - that first night sleeping in the wilds, it was all he could think about. After years of being lulled to sleep, he couldn’t sleep without it. At least, not easily.

But he had bigger things to worry about. So he pushed it away to the back of his mind. And there it sat for countless nights, slowly fading away as he became part of a larger group.

He was out hunting, pretending to scout for enemies as he’d promised the newly-appointed leader. They were oddly receptive to him, despite their initial meeting. They’d even worried about him when he offered to keep watch for another night, claiming he’d taken up the job so many nights in a row and that he must be tired. He just smiled and told them he has insomnia; that walks in the moonlight help his mind relax after such long, hard days of risking their lives. And they naively trusted him.

Red eyes flickered through underbrush and trees. His teeth ached for something to bite. Having to be secret about his condition was exhausting. Slaughtering perfectly good blood donors, forced to watch that nectar drain onto the floor. Ugh, he was starved. If he didn’t find something more filling than a couple squirrels, he wouldn’t be able to fight well enough tomorrow to keep any suspicion off his back.

His ears twitched at a noise in the distance. He strained to hear, but he couldn’t quite make it out. It didn’t sound like something that could kill him - as far as he could tell, anyway. So he turned and headed in that direction. As he approached, the sound got clearer. And then, like an arrow, it hit him.

It wasn’t some animal making a noise he’d never heard before. It was someone singing. But they weren’t just singing. They were singing that gods-damned lullaby.

If he had a beating heart, it would have stopped. His feet planted themselves to the ground. He couldn’t decide whether he should keep going, see who’s song has haunted him all these years, or if he should run the other way and forget this ever happened.

But as it always did, it beckoned to him.

With reluctant steps, he crept closer. He was vaguely aware of creatures skittering away from his presence. He was still so hungry, but he couldn’t think of anything else. He needed to know.

By a trickling stream sat a figure, back turned to him. Their boots were off and their feet were in the water, despite how cold it must be. Undoubtedly, the voice was coming from them.

How could the gods be so cruel? No matter how long, how desperately, or to whom he begged, they did nothing. They watched his torment with fascination. They practically handed Cazador the knife which did him in, over and over again. But never so much as a whisper for the spawn. His life was less than dirt to them.

And yet here they were, playing with fate and destiny - if one believed in such a thing. They placed this being outside his cell. They sang their song and embedded themselves in his life, if only for a brief moment. And now they were here. It had to be a sick joke. The gods all coming together to ruin him.

A snap of a branch and the singer’s head whipped around, song stopped just like that. Their eyes scanned the bushes. But the sound didn’t come from where he stood. They never looked his way. He needed to see their face. Just once. What would it do for him to know who this was? More likely than not, they’d disappear into the night, never to be seen again, and he’d be left with a mere shadow - an impression of a silhouette. A small voice in the back of his head asked what they were doing out here, anyhow. So far from Baldur’s Gate. Perhaps another trick of the divine; send them out on a hike, on a little adventure. All so this moment could play out.

Moving very slowly, he bent down. His hand brushed over the dirt until he found a rock. Decent sized, though smaller than the palm of his hand. And he waited. The figure turned their head, and he acted.

He chucked the rock so they would look his way, though still far enough they wouldn’t be looking directly at his hiding spot. They stood sharpish and grabbed onto their weapon.

“Who’s there?!”

That voice.

He gasped, and their eyes shot to his location. He saw who they were right as he ducked behind a tree, concealing himself. He stayed crouched as he snuck away quickly, sacrificing stealth for speed. He needed to get out of there. After a certain distance, he stood and ran. He didn’t know how long he ran for. Far enough he was almost back at the outskirts of camp.

He collapsed against a tree. Mind racing a million miles per hour, he stared at the ground and tried to wrap his head around it all.

The mysterious singer from Baldur’s Gate was… their impromptu leader? The being that crashed the ship and that he threatened and- Oh gods his head was spinning. Of course they did say they were from Baldur’s Gate, when they introduced themselves. He’d never seen them before so he assumed they must have led very different lives, very separate from one another.

But here they were. Years and years of being so close, separated only by a wall…

A cruel trick by the gods, indeed.

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i'll be sure to come back July 2nd and wish you a happy birthday! but as for now, can i please request from your dialogue prompt list, n. 35 “Please leave a message, after the beep.” with Steddie? ♡

this is such a fun idea and i look forward to reading the stuff you'll create! ♡♡

@spicysix I hope this one is up to your expectations, it was a lot of fun to write! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I had an angsty idea, if anyone is interested in it I might still write it, but today i needed some good old domestic fluff.

“Eddie, are you being serious right now.? Steve huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Steve loved the man beyond anything, but he could be an immature brat sometimes.

Eddie had his hands over his ears, yelling, “La la la, not listening.” In the middle of their apartment. He was refusing to hear Steve out.

“For the love of god, Eddie! Would you just—” Steve moved to grab his boyfriend's arms to yank them away from his ears. Eddie squealed and ran around the couch.

“Eddie isn’t here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeep.” Eddie’s hands gripped the arm of the couch, trying to dodge Steve.

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous!” Steve crossed his arms in a huff. He thought the party being here would soften the blow, and just maybe Eddie would hear him out. But no, apparently, them being here made Eddie extra stubborn.

Steve really loved the damn fool.

“Is there a reason Eddie is being extra weird on movie night?” Dustin and Will walked out of their kitchen. It was Will, surprisingly, who asked. He had come a long way from the shy kid Steve once knew. He was proud of him.

Especially when he called Eddie out on his bullshit like now.

“I will have you know, little Byers, will of the wise, that I am not being extra weird! This is a perfectly reasonable reaction to an absolute travesty of a suggestion! Also, Steve, you love that I am ridiculous! Don't act like you don't.” Eddie collapsed on the couch dramatically, and heaved out a sound that could only be described as a mix between a sigh and a strangled cry.

Eddie should have gone into acting instead of music. Indeed the man would have made a killing.

“I haven’t seen Eddie this distressed since we told him the bat tattoo didn’t make it after the literal bats tore him apart. Maybe it’s serious.” Dustin bit his lip. It was clear to Steve he was torn between choosing sides between him and Eddie.

It was a tale as old as time really, at this point.

Max strolled into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “What’s princess crying about now?” She shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

Eddie gasped, “Princess?! I expect the blatant homophobia from Mike—“

A distinct “hey what the fuck!” comes from the bathroom but they all ignore it.

“—But from you Red? I’m devastated.” Eddie gripped his shirt where his heart is.

“I’m bisexual, you dumbass; how can I be homophobic? Besides, that wasn’t a dig at your sexuality but rather the fact you are being a spoiled brat right now.” Max shoved another handful in her mouth as she casually tore Eddie apart.

Steve knew he should defend his boyfriend, but he was a little proud of his kids right now.

“You don’t even know why I am upset! All of you are taking Steve’s side!” Eddie grumbled.

“Dude, I didn’t take anyone’s side. And you haven’t even told us what’s got you so upset.”

Eddie rushed over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. “Oh, Dusty buns, you’re not even prepared. Our dear boy Stevie, just told me…that he’s thinking about shaving his chest.”

The room was silent before Dustin finally said, “Oh, never mind, I am on Steve’s side. That jungle needs to go.”

Eddie fell dramatically into the floor in outcry. Jesus Christ, Steve thought. Why am I into this?

Max put the bowl down, suddenly getting serious. “No, I agree with Eddie; you can’t do that.” She looked Steve up and down; a blush rose as she remained stoic. “Yea, Steve, it needs to stay.”

“Ew, gross! Max! I’m telling Lucas and El you said that!” Dustin scrunched up his nose while Will giggled.

“And? They’ll agree with me!” Max shouted back.

Steve was starting to feel uncomfortable, but Eddie’s smile was wide. It made Steve smile a tiny bit.

But only a teeny tiny bit.

“I agree it has to stay,” Will spoke up with a blush blooming across his face, breaking up the fight.

“No, no! Not you too Will!”

“What? Maybe I just wish I could grow chest hair too.”

“Oh we both know that’s not what this is about!” Dustin tugged on his hair.

Max stuck her tongue out, “Sucks to suck loser.”

The next few minutes, we’re chaos as they all start to place down arguments on what to do about his chest hair. Okay, now Steve was definitely uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright. Enough.” Steve spoke calmly, “I appreciate your concern for my body hair, but please stop talking about it. All of you are my weird surrogate children—“

Dustin leaned over to Max and whispered, “Look mom finally admitted it.” She tried to smother her giggles as Steve leveled them with a look.

“—so it’s a little weird you guys are arguing about it.”

“Stevie, honey. Ignore the children. Actually, just ignore Dustin. And listen to the rest of us. Don’t shave it.” Eddie came up to Steve and rested his hand gently on his chest. His thumb softly stroked the fabric of his shirt. Steve hummed quietly at the gesture; for a moment, he’s forgotten that they weren’t alone.

Steve gently cupped Eddie’s cheeks, before speaking quietly. “It’s just…baby. Baby, i get so sweaty with it.”

Eddie’s eyes filled with mischief. “I know it’s why I like it.”

Steve barked out a laugh as he heard groans throughout the room. Suddenly a burst of noise from the other side of the apartment startled all of them.

“Why are you saying im homophobic? Im not homophobic!” Mike crossed his arms in a huff.

“Until you unlock that closet door, you’re homophobic, Mike.” Max glared.

“What the hell does that even mean!?” Mike stomped.

Steve interrupted before it got out of hand, “Calm down, Wheeler. They are just fucking with you. We know you’re not a homophobe. They are just arguing whether or not I should shave my chest hair.”

Mike scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Ew, why are you guys even arguing about it? It’s Steve. It’s gross either way.”

Steve glared, “Never mind, you’re homophobic for that one. The chest hair stays.”

Eddie screamed, “Victory!”, and started peppering Steve’s face in kisses.

And when the children, who were not really children anymore, started to scream at each other in the background, Steve didn’t even care. Because right here, with Eddie, who made grabby hands at his chest, and his gremlins filling up the place with noise, is home.

***

fluff fluff fluff. also I agree the chest hair should stay.

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So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

[imagining-supernatural]

Tomorrow

Summary: Just angst and depression, bruh. Remember, I let you guys vote for either this fic or the fluffy one and... well...

Platonic!Reader & Dean & Sam

Word Count: 1583

TW: Hospitals, ed, cancer, avoidance

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“That was the hospital,” Sam said once he hung up. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Dean with tired eyes. “Y/N’s there again.”

It hurt, but it wasn’t a surprise. “What happened?”

“She collapsed. They’re running tests now to see why.”

Y/N had been getting worse for months now. She hid it, but after it got to a certain point, to the point where the hospital got involved, she couldn’t hide it any longer. Dean grabbed his jacket and keys. “Let’s go.”

The ride was silent and familiar. It was the third time in as many months. The first time was just to pick her up. Y/N had gone to get a sleeping pill prescription, and the doctors wouldn’t let her get behind the wheel, saying that she would be a danger in her current state. The second time, she’d been so sick that her roommate insisted she go. Sam and Dean had been called because they were still on file from the first time.

And now she collapsed.

If only she would tell them what was going on with her.

*****

“They shouldn’t have called you.” I hated seeing Dean and Sam here. They shouldn’t have to take care of me. I was an adult. I could do this on my own.

Well, theoretically.

The Winchesters shouldn’t have to worry themselves about me. Sure, we grew up together, but that doesn’t mean they need to watch my destruction.

“They said you collapsed,” Dean said, pulling over a chair beside the hospital bed. God, I hated hospital beds. I hated everything about the hospital.

Okay, that’s not entirely true. I use to hate hospitals. Now though, I found a strange sort of comfort.

“I had them remove you as my emergency contacts last time. They shouldn’t have called.”

“Well, they did. Why’d you collapse?”

Why does anything collapse? Governments, buildings, organs… too much pressure.

At my lack of an answer, Sam sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“They shouldn’t have called you,” was all I said. I’m an adult. I don’t need people looking after me. I should be able to do that myself. They could worry about their own problems.

“Why not?”

So far, my favorite part about living on my own was the independence. I could do whatever I liked. Whatever I wished. I just wish people would stop worrying about me because of it. I was on my own, so I should be on my own. I hadn’t talked to either Dean or Sam since the last time I was here. That was a whole month without any Y/N problems hanging off their shoulders. Now the hospital ruined that streak by calling them.

“I took you off my contact list. It’s unprofessional, really. And probably against HIPAA.”

“Why did you take us off your list?” Dean clarified Sam’s question with a sigh. He knew that I’d understood the first time. So he should also know that I wasn’t going to answer this time.

“They said they’re keeping me here overnight. You guys should go back to whatever you were doing. I’ll be fine.”

They shared a look and Sam stood up. “I’ll go find a nurse.”

He shut the door behind him. It was just me and Dean now.

“He’s going to get answers, Y/N. You might has well just tell me why you collapsed.”

Dean was raised right. Sam too. I suppose I was also raised right, but the lessons just didn’t stick for me like it did for them. The three of us. The fearsome threesome. A force to be reckoned with back in high school. Back when life was simpler.

“Have you seen the news? All those hurricanes and earthquakes? Man, I would hate to be there.”

He knew I wasn’t going to give him a real answer, so he just sighed heavily, pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes, and slid down the chair until he was comfortable enough. He was going to have to go to the chiropractor if he fell asleep like that.

“Dean, go home. Get some sleep in your bed. You have a game tomorrow that you need to be ready for.”

“Surprised you even know about that,” he mumbled, not moving.

The school sends out weekly emails about all of the events happening on campus I still get them even though I dropped out a month ago. Of course I know about the football games.

I’m not very good at being a real person lately. There’s just too much happening. Too many strings to keep track of. A to-do list that keeps getting longer and longer. More failures that keep piling up in the corner of my closet. I can’t do it all, so some things had to go. Dean and Sam just couldn’t see how much more free they were without me.

I guess they would figure that out soon enough.

“I forgot to eat,” I finally say out loud. It’s not completely the truth. I knew that I had to eat, but I just… didn’t.

Dean peeked at me from under the bill of his hat. “What?”

“That’s why I collapsed. They’re going to give me whatever I need then send me home. That’s it, okay? Nothing to worry about. You guys can go home now.” I closed my eyes, knowing that Dean was going to blow this completely out of proportion. If I had to hear it, I didn’t want to see it too.

“How do you forget to eat?”

It’s a lot of work. You gotta figure out what you want to eat, then see if you have everything to make it, then if you don’t you have to go to the store and spend money and time and be around people. And if your roommate is home, then you run the risk of having to be in the kitchen with her too and small talk is just something that I can’t do. Then, after all that hullabaloo, there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t just puke the food up in a few minutes.

It’s just easier to… not.

“Y/N, c’mon, what the hell?”

This would have been so much better if the hospital hadn’t called them. Dean was all about eating right. He cared about his body. It got him his athletic scholarships. It was his future. He was going to be in the NFL. He had to worry about that shit. And Sam? His future was all about being a personal trainer. It was his job to figure out the right way to eat and exercise and all that crap.

I was the brains. Well, I used to be. I used to think I was.

Funny how fast things change.

“Go home, Dean. Take Sam with you. The hospital’s got my back now. You have a game tomorrow.” I settle further into the bed.

“When was the last time you ate?”

The worst part of hospital beds was getting comfortable in them. It was impossible on a good day, but with wire and tubes sticking out of you? It was better to just resign yourself to a very uncomfortable night.

“Y/N.”

“And it’s not just the hurricanes and earthquakes. There was a giant tsunami too. It’s like the earth is trying to tell us that we’re not welcome anymore. Crazy.”

“I don’t care about that right now. Y/N, when did you last eat?”

I was so tired. And all this probably wouldn’t matter in a few weeks anyway. Dean had a game tomorrow. “If you don’t leave, I’m gonna call security.”

His mouth dropped open. I couldn’t stand to look at him anymore, so I stared straight ahead at the door instead.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on with you?”

The door opened and Sam returned with a nurse and a doctor. It was never good when the doctor came back in. Especially with a nurse. I addressed them, rather than my friends. “Can you get them out of here, please? I don’t want them here.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s a good idea given—”

“Get them out of here!” I yelled suddenly, finding some hidden reservoir of energy to protect my friends from the ugliness that the doctor was about to tell me.

Dean and Sam protested, but they were too nice to fight against the nurse as she pushed them out the door. As soon as they were gone, I slumped back against the pillow.

“It spread, didn’t it?” I asked weakly.

The doctor nodded sympathetically. “The tumor in your brain that we found a month ago is growing faster than we thought, and the cancer has spread to your spinal cord.”

It didn’t take ten seasons of Grey’s Anatomy for me to know what that meant. “How long do I have?”

“It’s hard to say, but…” the doctor flipped through a few pages on my chart. It was just a stalling technique. It couldn’t be easy to tell a twenty-two-year-old girl that she was going to die soon. “I would say somewhere between three weeks and four months.”

“I can go get your friends, if you’d like. You don’t have to go through this alone,” the nurse offered.

I just shook my head. A single tear trailed down my cheek, but other than that I was able to keep all of my emotions buried deep. “No. They need to go. Dean has a game tomorrow.”

*****

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if you’re still taking x reader requests could we get one where the reader takes care of wolfwood while he’s sick? he is at the top of my poor little mew meow list rn 😭

lol here you okay! Enjoy <3

'No one's gonna listen to me'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

“Get back in bed.” Your arms are crossed and your tone is annoyed, you swear to God if you walk back in this room one more time and Wolfwood is trying to get up and leave you're going to lose it. 

“Sweetheart there are easier ways to keep me in bed.” You roll your eyes with a huff, moving to block the door, “yeah it’s called putting a sleeping pill in your drink.” You say unamused, walking towards Wolfwood he sits back down on the bed with a huff.

Standing in front of him you raise a brow, “Now get back under the covers and rest, I’ll get you something to drink and eat and then we can cuddle” you tease. As he blushes to grumble as he lays back down on the bed not under the covers. But you consider it a win, “this is bullshit I’m not sick” he says this with a cough. 

“Yes, clearly you are the pinnacle of health” you deadpanned, and with a threatening glance head out of the room and into the kitchen, the house you were staying at was pretty nice for an abandoned building. But when Wolfwood collapsed with a high fever you know you needed to find somewhere for him to rest and somewhere you can keep himself.

But it’s been a battle ever since! Getting him to stay in the damn bed and let you take care of him was a fight! With a sigh, you get a glass of water for him and the bottle of medicine. Maybe you should try that sleeping pill. You also grab him something light to snack on, he has been refusing to eat and that’s also been pissing you off.

Returning to the room quietly, you can't help but smile it looked like Wolfwood finally decided to pass out. Setting things down on the nightstand you sit at the edge of the bed reaching a hand out to rest on his forehead brushing his bangs away from his forehead. He still feels a little hot, but not as bad as earlier. “So stubborn,” you mutter with a smile. 

“Your one to talk.” your hand stills, as he opens his eyes to look at you, and you frown, “Did I wake you?” he grabs your wrist and you don't say anything waiting for him to speak. “Nah, was waiting for you to come back.” you huff out a soft laugh, “Didn't think you’d be so needy.” Wolfwood drops your wrist and turns on his side his back facing him as you laugh. Getting into the bed fully you turn on your side so you're facing his back. You wrap your arms around him resting your forehead between his shoulder blades, you feel him tense and then sigh. 

“You're going to get sick.” he says, but his hands grip yours that are resting on his stomach, your smile widens, “Oh? I thought you said you weren't sick and besides I promised we could cuddle.” You’re sure he's blushing now, he could be so smooth when he flirts with you, but once you turn the tables, he turners into a mess, especially in his more weakened state.

“You’re taking advantage of me.” he's coughing again but you still hear the playfulness in his tone, you hold him to you tighter as you roll your eyes, “You wish, you’re lucky I'm not forcing you to take any more medicine if you don't try to sleep I will”  

“Your being mean.” such a baby, “Nico…” your tone holds a warning in it, and he must understand the threat in your tone because he gives in with a huff. “Fine, but only for an hour.” You place a kiss between his shoulder blades, you don't know if he can feel it, but you don't care the meaning is there. “Sure, just an hour.” You agree, knowing damn well that once he falls asleep you will not be waking him up. He may like to act like he was the invincible Punisher, but in soft moments like this he was just your Nico and you were more than happy to be taking care of him. 

[bluginkgo]

Why were the DDs sent to Copper-9?

I was going to add this to the other post of rambles and theories, but then this one got too long again. So here I am... making ANOTHER post ;w;

Spoilers duh

The absolute solver sent DDs to wipe out other potential hosts. So the entire purpose of DDs was to kill any possible solver hosts... why? Wouldn't the solver wish to have more hosts to use and take over the planet? Well, some events do explain as to why it could have possibly sent the DDs out. Here is a rough timeline I kind of made. Does it make perfect sense? Absolutely not, but this is currently what I've been working with in an attempt to explain how all of the events have come to be.

Just as Nori snapped back to herself, she tossed the crucifix into the absolute solver hole.

Perfect, its job is finished, the crucifix is in its grasp and will not be able to be used... But then how the fack did it not disintegrate during the core collapse?

And post, at least 20 years, why is it STILL in the labs? Why did the absolute solver simply not destroy it? I think something internally is keeping it from being in full control. I vaguely mentioned that the absolute solver in the core is an amalgamation of multiple drones that were tested on- at least 129 of them. Using that theory as premise, some of them might be influencing what the Absolute Solver can and can't do. While it may seem all powerful and un-killable entity, if the hive mind is what's running it, well... that might explain the strange issue of "why didn't the solver just destroy the crucifix?"

The solver lost its two powerful hosts, and they are free to roam the planet. Yes, Nori did say her memories were scrambled enough to have a kid, which implies the Absolute Solver might have had a hand in this.

But it knew this was only a temporary patch. The hosts will regain their memories slowly and attempt to free themselves from the solver. That is when it decided to send out DDs. Get rid of any potential solver hosts, so they cannot fight back against it. But how is a mere host supposed to fight against an almost god-like entity?

That is something only the solver knows. Being as logical and god-like entity it is, it knows its weaknesses. Sun and light sure is one of them, but maybe it knows something that will eradicate it much better than the sun can.

So the DDs are sent out, colonies of WD are wiped out, and spires are created. At this point the spires, in my opinion, have three functions. First, they will help with the Absolute Solver to "eat them all" as Khan put it.

This could be like areas for zombie drones to be rebooted and the Absolute Solver corrupt them. Closely followed by, melding the cores together and creating the large monster that took Earth. Second, this is a source of energy for the solver. It mentioned to N "Let's eat." So perhaps these spires have been a way for it to munch on something and grow its strength to completely destroy the planet. Third, they literally have no purpose and are there just to act as shelter for DDs from the sun and to instill fear. On multiple occasions, it's been seen that the solver likes to play around with fear and with its food. From Doll's death to the monologue that it gave to N.

All of the DDs were instructed to enter the cabin fever labs, but were soon met with the sentinels and simply could not bypass the area. So then why not just have the solver tendrils exit and drag the sentinels to the core? Well, the way I can see it, is it couldn't. It needed something else to jumpstart the reaction inside of the core once again. Just as Nori's null hand caused the core collapse, the Absolute Solver needed another catalyst. It needed another host to launch the events. Tessa entity was thus sent out. It would double as a way to bypass the security that were the sentinel, also destroying the list in the labs, and finally be used as a catalyst that will lead the "planet to eat them all."

But there was one huge hiccup in this entire plan. Uzi. A force that the Absolute Solver did not expect to fight against. So when J was killed, it sent out Tessa entity and another clone to get down to the labs. It seems that the Absolute Solver already knew, that despite Doll being very good with using the solver powers, she would ultimately be used to power the reaction just as the Tessa entity would.

Now with Uzi, it was a bit harder and more fun to play with. Just as I mentioned before, the solver enjoys toying with its pets and puppets. The solver knew it could get Uzi- and it did- but first, it wanted to have some fun.

And thus made N and Uzi battle. For the solver, there was no battle, just a simple fun scuffle as it watched N in vain to try and save Uzi. So while Doll was very methodical and easy for the solver to follow, Uzi was a bit more sporadic in her ways.

So to fight against that sporadic and wild behavior, it would scare her. Scare her, isolate her, and then use her as a host.

A way to condense this is probably as so: The Absolute Solver was not powerful enough and only could cause a core collapse, instead of taking over the planet completely. It sent out DDs to wipe the remainder hosts to avoid potential push back and eradication. But the DDs couldn't pass through the sentinel security. So it sent out Tessa entity to get by, allowed Uzi and Doll to tag along, and used them all as catalysts that will power the solver to fully corrupt the planet.

Is this anywhere near well fleshed out theory/thought? Nope, not at all. But this is my current take. Is it gonna switch up on me again? Absolutely. :3

Want more of my stupid rambles? This has 3 other parts! ;w;

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¡ ! ❝ REDAMANCY . . ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : cussing, death mention, sakasaki natsume is a simp, rip mao im sorry ill write a mao fic as an apology for what i put him through one day i promise

w/c : 1.1k

wataru hibiki has, in his time at yumenosaki academy, seen many dreams crumble. he's witnessed many dreamers fall apart, give up and leave, become a shell of who they once used to be. he's familiar with this particular feeling of loss, of not remembering who you once were; who you wished to be. 

it's a common experience and he has long accepted it strikes when least expected, to the ones you least expect it to happen to, because their dreams are simply too precious– too pure, yet they're still thrown into such a distressing situation.

he wishes he could keep that view, keep looking at the world in black and white, see the evil in the good and the purity in the bad. perhaps it would be easier, less taxing on the mind.

and yet, he hesitates, finds himself looking for an exception; a fault in his theory. he feels his gaze wandering around the ballroom– black and white, filled with fraudulent faces– only to be met with the smiling face of the one who so dearly refers to him as his 'master'.

he protected natsume once, he can do it again, and yet as he truly focuses on his expression, wataru finds there is nothing to protect the boy from.

he's smiling– truly smiling, with his entire being, because natsume has found his safe place.

wataru thinks he is okay with that. as his gaze slides to the person natsume is looking at so fondly, he finds himself relieved she's looking at him the exact same way, like he himself hung the stars and the moon in the night sky. 

perhaps, perhaps some dreams won't crumble

contrary to the flourish in natsumes speech and movements, he hates social events that include the higher classes. he’s been trained for them, taught how to behave, move, interact, stand, lift a glass,.. he knows it all. he has always, always hated these. so then why does he find himself so at ease at this specific event?

because it celebrates his mother? his friends are here? the color scheme makes him feel at ease? no.

you laugh at something kohaku says and suddenly he has the answer to all the questions running through the back of his mind, and he knows it’s you and it’s always been you and it always will be you.

because natsume sakasaki gazes down at you like you are his sun and his world revolves around you; he wants to be yours– he is yours, but only if you want him to be. he thinks he would continue being yours even if you didn't desire it to be so, he simply couldn't stop following the predetermined route he is meant to take; following the course mapped out for him, much like the planets you hold so dear orbit the sun (and he hopes you hold him dear, too).

he finds himself desperately wishing soulmates were real because then his feelings would make sense because now he just feels and he doesn’t understand why.

and yet as you turn his way when you notice him walking towards you with that breathtaking smile of yours and something akin to sparkles in your eyes, his heart starts racing a mile a minute and he’s not even sure he can walk properly anymore. is this a curse? is he dying? what have you done to him?

“natsu! you were so great! i wish you would’ve seen yourself! err, well, i suppose performing was better but- not the point! ahhhh, i wish i had recorded it.. actually i think tsukasa said–”

you went on animatedly explaining whatever it is you were saying while he just stared. he wishes he could listen but he’s gonna be absolutely, brutally honest, he can’t bring himself to. his ears are ringing and his palms are suddenly sweating and holy shit has it always been so hot in here? where’s all the air from his lungs gone? why is his throat so dry? oh god you’re looking at him and what were you even saying oh go-

“natsu? are you okay? would you like to sit down for a bit? i’m sorry, i should’ve known you were tired– come, i’ll go get you some water,” you grab onto his elbow and pull him along with you universe knows where and he just lets you. 

suddenly he’s sitting in a chair and you’re fawning all over him; checking his temperature because apparently his ’forehead is too warm’ and sending mao to get some water (which he, to everyones surprise, does) while kohaku and tsukasa keep the other guests away from your unsuspecting corner and natsume just dazedly stares up at you while you gently push his bangs back with a look of genuine concern for him.

suddenly, air re-enters his lungs and his throat opens up, but the ringing and the fuzz in his brain remain. he doesn’t think you’ve ever been so close to each other before and frankly, it’s making him lightheaded. his amber eyes trace the curves of your face and he’s late to realize he could probably count your lashes if he really wanted to (he does, god does he want to) and, makeup be damned, even without it you put all beauty standards and so-proclaimed “most beautiful women in the world” to shame. 

despite the fuzz there is a singular coherent thought swirling in his brain, he thinks you’re beautiful. no, gorgeous. no, that’s not quite good either.

“you’re ethereal..”

and yet, that still doesn’t fully capture your essence. heavenly might be close. breathtaking? heartstopping? not quite.. they need to come up with a new word for you specifically because whatever high natsume is riding on, he can’t find a word good enough for you.

you’re looking at him in the eyes with an adorably flustered face and your hands are no longer messing with his bangs or touching his forehead and he’s a little slow to realize he accidentally voiced his thoughts when he sees you give him the softest of smiles; his face now feels 10 times warmer than before.

“thank you, i would say the same about you. ethereal, breathtakingly so,” your hand slides from his forehead to cup his cheek and natsume sakasaki thinks he might short circuit.

“i think i’m in love with you..”

your hand freezes and natsume begins to regret every life decision that’s led him up to this point but then he feels the soft press of your lips against his and, perhaps, he should give himself a pat on the back instead.

mao isara, however, regrets agreeing to come along the moment he walks past the curtain separating you from the rest of the guests just to see you kissing his “arch nemesis” and he’s forced to accept there is nothing, no deal, no faking; you love natsume sakasaki and he can’t do anything but watch. he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the glass of water with kohaku and with the excuse of needing some fresh air, he exits the ballroom.

╰┈➤ synopsis ❝after yumenosaki academy resident magician and eccentric sakasaki natsume asks you to “go out with him”, you immediately shut him down. so why is he dedicating a song to you at a switch concert? and why are people whispering about you being the cutest couple?❞

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𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗗𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁

❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝟭𝟲𝟭𝟬 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗠. 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

You had found out you were going to die, you had just accepted for the sake of your universe. You just had one wish, you wanted to tell your lover Miles, goodbye. Just one last goodbye and you would be able to rest in peace.

You let out a shaky breath before calling Miles, tears threatening to fall. You had to call Miles about 3 times before he finally answered.

"Miles?"

"Y/N, please stop calling. Gwen really needs me, she really hurt her arm."

"But Miles, please just list-"

"Y/N, can you just leave me alone. Gwen's hurt, why can't you understand that?"

"Please just-"

"God Y/N, leave me alone. I'm trying to help Gwen!"

"Right.. 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂."

"Yeah, talk to you later."

Except there was no later, cause this was it. He didn't even say he loved you or goodbye, but there was nothing you could do.

Less than a minute later, you spotted the villain. You already knew what was going to happen, Lyla accidentally told you. But you knew if you went against this, your universe could collapse.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵? You just have one regret, you wish your last moment with Miles was happy, you wish you could've had a proper goodbye. You see blood pooling underneath you and your vision slowly going black.

Regret slowly washes over you, your world feels like it spinning. What did Gwen have that you didn't? 𝗜𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹? Now, all you want is comfort. It all hurts so much, mentally and physically.

Suddenly, you see an orange portal in front of you. You hope it's Miles, but deep down you know it's not him because 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘸𝘦𝘯. You see Miguel walk out of the portal, he must've also known this was going to happen. Miguel wasn't always the nicest, but he was always the father figure you wanted, you were the daughter he needed and 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱.

"You did well, cariño. I'm going to miss you." You see tears well up in his eyes, as he pulls you close into a hug, Suddenly, his crying turns into sobs. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"Me too, I love you, Miguel. 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲."

❁𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 ೃ⁀➷https://www.tumblr.com

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Cards on the table pt. 3? :')

Absolutely! Thanks for requesting it 🥰 Got some inspiration from one of @your-dungeon ‘s posts about spicy time over the phone… 🤭 Hope you Enjoy!

Cards on the Table Ch 3: We Can Make Long Distance Work ~Professor Alex Blake xFem Professor!Reader

Link to Ch 1 & Ch 2

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fuck buddies, phone sex, masturbation, fingering, neediness, etc.

Enjoy (;

Since Friday night, you had immediately noticed a change in Alex’s gate as well as her overall manner. That night had been fucking amazing for you both.

And the two of you met up as much as you could. But it proved difficult with Alex’s job at the university as well as her work with the FBI.

One evening, you were lounging on your couch when you got a phone call… It was Alex. She had been gone for nearly a week on one of her cases, and you were most definitely looking forward to your reunion. You answered.

“Hey Alex!” You chirped, excited that your fuck buddy was coming home tomorrow.

Alex sighed on the other side of the phone.

“What’s up?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I will be gone for a few more days…” she sighed, exhaustion apparent in her tone.

“Oh. That’s alright, it’s not like I won’t be here when you get back.” You tried to lighten the mood with your playfulness.

But Alex wasn’t in the mood.

“How was you day…?” You gently asked.

Another long sigh came from the phone.

“Long. Hard. Busy. I only just now got back to my hotel room, and I’m so tired that I simply collapsed on the bed…” she huffed.

“Hey, at least you have a room to yourself this time, right?”

No response. Then you heard a faint noise.

“Alex?”

“M’mmmm… Right sorry, yea! I have a room to myself…” Alex said.

“I’m sorry your day was so long… I wish you were here with me so I could take care of you…”

Now you got a gasp in response.

“Alex, are you okay?”

Her response was something that sounded an awful like a muffled whimper. Suddenly, it clicked.

“Oh my god…” you chuckled.

“M’mmmm…?” Alex hummed, but it sounded a bit too much like a moan.

“Are you touching yourself?” You giggled, “To my voice?”

The thought made you snake your own hand down your pants and had your fingers circling your clit.

Suddenly, all sounds stopped.

“Aww Baby, don’t be shy now.” You breathily husked, “Let me hear just how much you need me… how desperate you’re getting for my voice…”

Now the sounds were back again. Whimpering… light moans…

“Oh God, Y/N, don’t stop…!” Alex groaned.

“Fuck that’s it… Are you curling your skilled fingers inside yourself, wishing they were my own…?” You lustfully moaned, dipping two of your own fingers into your aching cunt.

“Yes yes GOD yes!!” Alex moaned, “Need you so bad, baby…”

“You have my voice…” You husk, “God, I can imagine you sprawled out on the hotel bed, speedily finger fucking your aching pussy and kneeding those delicious tits of yours…”

A guttural moan left Alex’s throat.

“The thought is making me so wet… Fuck…” you groaned.

“Are you… are you touching yourself…?” Alex let out in gasps, reaching her climax rather quickly now with your help.

“Yessss…” you hissed.

A guttural groan left Alex’s lips, as she came all over her fingers and the bed.

“I’m stuffing my cunt full with my fingers, imagining they are yours, pounding into me relentlessly…FUCK Alex!!” you cried out, cumming all over your own fingers as well.

The next few seconds were filled with labored breathing from both of you.

“We need to meet when I get back.” Alex panted, breaking the silence.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” You panted.

~~~

Alex Blake nee. Miller Masterlist

[odetodilfs]

Jim Hopper x male reader married headcanons

If you’re an afab guy you can read like 90% of this as I mean male reader in the sense that he uses words like “husband” to refer to you.

--------------------------------------------------------- Here we're working with husband! Jim Hopper, my favorite, imagine any season Hopper you want as this doesn't have a specific season Hop.

CW: public almost sex, I guess a brief mention of internalized homophobia?? and mentions of scent kinks, anal sex/fingering and that's it.

This list is mainly fluff, with some smut.

Also a special thanks to my discord friend, as they helped me to come up with some of these!

He proposed to you after the most luxurious dinner date at Enzo’s, he asked you if you were down for a nightly walk in the forest, after you agreed, you stepped out and knelt down on one knee, before asking you to be his husband, you obviously replied yes.

You both could barely wait to get home, after what seemed like an eternity you finally got home and fucked for hours, alternating between him topping you or him bottoming for you.

For your wedding he quite literally invited the whole of Hawkins, you will never forget his reply when you asked him why: “Darling, this is all so incredible, but why basically the whole town” “Because I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he said, smiling.

On top of you being his, you also agreed to his surname, he also wanted you to have his surname, but he asked you with a lack of confidence that was unusual for him. “Maybe… if you wish…. you could take my surname?” he said, with a shy smile. “Oh my fucking god, yes, Jim, yes”, you smiled “I want to be yours”

The sex didn’t decline or get less common, if anything he seemed even more needy for you, on sex filled nights, after you both collapsed exhausted, he’d constantly try to push his dick back inside you, or he’d try to get his ass back on your dick.

Not that he didn’t do this before your marriage, but after you two were married he would rope you in for a wild, wet kiss right in the middle of the park, him getting off on the fact that everyone could see how fucking in love you both were and how you were his and his only.

Again, in public you would sit on his lap. 

He’d also kiss you so often, literally every 15 minutes you could expect him to kiss you, and for him to call you his beautiful husband, he loved doing that especially since it was hard for him to accept his bisexuality, but now he loved you, and loved the fact he was married to a man.

The night that made both of you cry was when he started sobbing into your chest, telling you how happy you and El made him, how he finally had everything he’d ever wanted, how his wish of having a family and someone to love was there.

He’d hold you as physically close to him as possible and would would whisper things like “I love you so fucking much sweetheart”

The man is secretly a softy, and you couldn’t love that more, he’d tear up a lot as he still isn’t fully used to the amount of love you give him, you loved being able to be his husband, to call yourself that, those 2 magical words “Jim’s husband” always made your day.

As much as he loves eating you out he has the same amount of love for getting eaten out, and you happily satisfy his needs for that, you love tasting his musk on your tongue and you love how he squirms at your tongue in his ass, and occasionally, your fingers rubbing his prostate, and him shooting in your mouth.

Though as much as he loves bottoming, he does top more, but that's fine by you as his dick can make you feel so many things at once

Both of you LOVE scents, while he likes you to wear sweeter scents, such as vanilla or pine cone, he sometimes puts on cologne, but he knows how no scent can do for you other than his musk, be it from his pits, dick, you love his scent, and he knows it, he also loves how your smells mix together during sex.

When you’re sleeping, well “sleeping” according to Jim, he grinds against your ass, only for you to moan as he does this, then he sees you’re awake and the real fun starts.

When in public and he grabs your thigh, crotch, anything that isn’t your hand, you say a quick “Babe!” or “Jim!” while looking at him, he always replies “Huh, can’t touch my husband anymore’” with a teasing little smile, fuck, if it wasn’t so cute you’d scream at him.

As much as he seems very dominant, and trust me, he is, he also has a sub side, letting you cuff him and edge him as well as him doing the same to you, or letting you top him, or teasing him endlessly.

Seems like you’re making this man that used to be grumpy very, very happy…

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Past Lives”

Master List.

TW- Angsty

“Past Lives- Farizki and Sapientdreams

“Here with me- D4vd

“Maus we have to run now” *static*

Konig was near the entrance of the bunker

“I’m on my way. There are too many-” *static*

(Y/N) was the last one to come up. This mission had gone to hell. Graves tipping off Hassan. Shadows and Hassan met got the upper on the Task Force 141.

“Where the hell are you Konig?!” *static*

“(Y/N) is trapped she’s still at the launching pad below. I’m going back for her.” *static*

“Konig! God Damn It! Get Back Here. We Don’t Have Time, Soap Set Off The Charges. The Bunker Is Gonna Collapse.” *Static*

“Where are they Captain?!”

Ghost scolded his Captain.

Konig tore himself a path through Hassan’s men and the Shadows. Covered in blood he made it to (Y/N).

“Maus!?”

“I’m here König?!”

We have to go now the bunker is gonna collapse in the charges were set off early. This structure isn’t gonna hold any longer we gotta run.

Before König could reach his Maus the bridge on the launch pad broke. Causing her to fall she held onto the railing. Looking up she saw debris falling towards them. König was thrown back he force his way to her trying to grab her hand.

“Hold on Maus?!” Don’t let go!?”

“I’m slipping König?!”

Tears filled her eyes. She desperately tried to grab more of the railing. She managed to pull herself up on the walk way. But more debris fell causing the walk way to be held on with the railing.

“König!? Listen to me!?”

“Only one of us can make it out alive. I’m sorry it has to be you. You have to go.”

“No no don’t talk like that Maus?!”

“I can’t lose you!? I love you Maus, there is something’s I never got to tell you. I’m gonna take you on a proper date when we get out alive.”

“Aww König? I really wish we could that? Don’t forget me König. Please take care of yourself König. Don’t shut everyone out.”

More debris fell on the walk way causing (y/n) to lose her hold on the walk way.

“NO!”

Not thinking his decision through König leaped forward grabbing her hand. As they fell König cradled her body against his as they fell.

König looked at (y/n) face as they fell. He kissed her before they fell to their death.

As their bodies hit the bottom they didn’t meet a hard surface. Rather one deep, cold liquid.

“Water”

“Water sat at the bottom. König quickly grab his lover trying to shield her from the falling debris.

He wasn’t lucky the explosion happened above and he managed to find an escape hatch but a piece of debris hit his Maus helmet.

She was knocked out cold. He started to panic trying to wake her up. She was unconscious.

König carried her in his arms. Seeing the bright light at the end of the tunnel he kicked the door down.

Radioing for extraction.

König set off a smoke bomb getting Ghost attention.

(Y/N) was rushed off to the Medical Team. König anxiety sky rocketed waiting for hours. Still no word.

5 Hours Later.

“König a word in private?”

König didn’t know what to expect. He wiped his tears away. With red eyes he asked about her condition. His mind ran wild with bad thoughts.

“How’s my Maus?” “Where is she why can I see her?!” “Tell me NOW!?”

“She has a concussion. She lost part of her memory. She only remembers us. Not you?”

“The doctor say it might be temporary or worst permanent?”

“No..no no no no no that’s not true Price that’s not true. She’s gonna remember me when she sees me.”

“Maus?!”

König runs into the hospital rushing to his beloved. Seeing her look upon him broke his heart. It was true she didn’t remember him. The twinkle in her eyes was gone. In her eyes he was a complete stranger.

His whole word came crumbling down on him. She was still his beloved Maus but her eyes didn’t have the life in them. The spark he always saw when she kissed him or when they made love.

She didn’t remember him.

“Maus?” “It’s me König, your boyfriend.”

He whispered under his breath.

“König I know you want her to remember you but it’s gonna take some time. She can’t be overwhelmed with everything. We have to give it time.”

Price stood behind him holding his shoulder. Squeezing his shoulder he tried to comfort König.

2 months had gone by and she didn’t remember him still.

König was overwhelmed and stressed with work and his beloved recovery. König had to leave for a 4 month long mission. He didn’t want to leave her alone. Before he could finish packing up. She walked into the room looking around.

“König?”

“König I remember when I fell outside in the winter and I cut my shoulder and you stitched it up for me right here. And you told me I was your Clumsy Maus.”

“Oh Maus?”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that?”

Pulling her in for a bear hug he kissed her face. Holding her close he inhaled her scent. Not wanting to let her go he held her tightly as if she would disappear.

“Maus I love you and I promise I’ll call you everyday and send you your favorite flowers. I’ll have Soap check in on you while I’m gone. Take care of yourself Maus I’ll try to make this mission short and I’ll gonna be on leave and spend every second of my days with you.”

“Feel free to look around our apartment and look at the pictures I have of us.”

“Don’t forget about us Maus?”

“Don’t forget our past lives?”

“Maus, I Will Sail Through Oceans Of Time To Find You And Fall In Love With You in Every One Of Them.”

“If the stars were to go out, you’ll be the moon in my night sky”

“Don’t give up on Us Maus.”

“Don’t forget me, you’re the best thing that happened for me.”

“Don’t let me go?”

Hearing those words from his Maus only made Konig hold even her tighter…

-a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif.