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Guardian Angel

Part 2/3 Part 3

A/N: Can anyone guess how I’m gonna end it?

Even if Adam wanted to bring (Name) to the light, which he didn’t, the task would prove nearly impossible anyway. Because Adam was coming to learn that (Name) was quite the little sinner. In only one week, she exhibited each of the 7 Sins.

She got in a fight with her best friend and refused to apologize, even though it meant sacrificing their relationship. Pride.

She spent over a hundred dollars in one sitting online shopping for shit she didn’t need. Greed.

She spent ten minutes going through another girl’s social media page, making snide comments about her as she went. Envy.

She broke a lamp in a fit of rage over, well, Adam didn’t even know what her temper tantrum was about. Wrath.

She kicked Adam out so she could have some “Self Love Time” as she called it. Lust.

She was a glutton not of food, but of weed and alcohol, never satisifed unless she was not sober at least once during her day. Gluttony.

She would spend entire days rotting in her bed, neglecting all responsibilities. Sloth.

Long story short, Adam was pretty certain that were (Name) to die, she had herself a one way ticket down to Hell. The thought bothered Adam, and he realized that it really was up to him to make sure she got into Heaven.

“You’re sinful,” Adam blurted out one day while (Name) was listening to CPR by cupcakKe. (Name) paused the music. “It’s the song, isn’t it.”

“No… well, yes, but not just the song. I’ve seen you commit every single fucking one of the 7 Sins just this week. How do you expect to get into Heaven like that?”

“I don’t,” (Name) shrugged, going to unpause her music.

“You don’t care about going to Hell?” Adam was flabbergasted.

“Not particularly.”

“Well I’m your guardian angel, sweetie, so it’s my job to help you get into Heaven.”

“Really? Cause I don’t even know how you made it into Heaven. Their standards must be pretty low, I have a chance.”

“Oh eat shit,” Adam snapped, narrowing his eyes.

(Name) smirked.

“Have you heard of the Seven Heavenly Virtues?” Adam asked. (Name) looked bored. “I’ve heard of them… don’t know what they are.” “Well you’re going to do something that encompasses each one this week.”

And Lucifer be damned, Adam managed to get her to do something for every virtue.

She apologized to her best friend and they began to repair their relationship. Humility.

She gave a bunch of clothes she didn’t need to her younger cousin. Charity.

She left positive comments on that girl’s social media page. Kindness.

She did breathing exercises the next time she got angry instead of destroying her surroundings. Patience.

She stopped her copious amount of weed and alcohol consumption. Temperance.

She stayed on top of her responsibilities and began taking her job more seriously. Diligence.

Adam was proud of both her, and himself for getting her to do these things. Maybe she had a chance to get into Heaven yet.

“Why is it so important to you that I get into Heaven?” (Name) asked one night at dinner. Adam paused eating. “Uh, cause it’s my job, bitch.” (Name) rolled her eyes. “Yeah but you didn’t start doing your job until recently. What changed?”

“Maybe I never want to have to say goodbye.”

(Name) hadn’t been expecting such a confession. “You want me to go to Heaven… to be with you?”

Adam scowled, embarrassed. “No.”

They fell into awkward silence.

“For what it’s worth,” (Name) said. “I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you.”

[cowgurrrl]

Crazy Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic fem!reader x Ellie Williams)

Summary: Ellie has a nightmare and you and Joel help calm her down [1.3k]

Author’s note: Apparently I’ve been on my tlou found family trope kick recently

Warnings: mentions of David, nightmares, a panic attack, I can’t think of anything else!

Ellie's screams rattle you from an already light sleep and shake the house. You and Joel are out of bed and sprinting to her room before you can even think about it. She's sitting up in bed when you open her door, gasps wrenching from her throat as she struggles to breathe, and she's in your arms not even a moment later. "You're home. You're okay," you tell her as you pull her close. She curls her head into your chest and sobs loudly. "We're right here with you, baby." Joel pulls the chair from her desk to sit across from you, an ever-present but silent figure. 

This is the third time this week she's woken up screaming. Each time, it sounds like thunder splitting the sky in half. It reminds you of every terrible moment that unfolded over the year it took to get to Jackson. Your heart aches, and tears fill your eyes as you rub her back and remind her that she's safe, that you and Joel would never let anything happen to her, and that you love her. Joel rests a gentle hand on your knee when he sees your tears, and you nod at him over Ellie's head. It's hard for both of you to see her like this and know there's nothing you can do to shield her from her own mind. 

She tells you bits and pieces of her nightmare in between cries. You're able to put together the words David, fire, blood, and know what she dreamt of. "Oh, sweet girl," you murmur as you push her hair out of her face and kiss her head. You hold her to your chest, tucking her under your chin, and hum an old song quietly. Joel reaches out and rubs soothing circles into her back. After a few minutes, her sobs die down to soft sniffles, and her breathing returns to normal. 

"You okay, kiddo?" Joel asks quietly. She nods against you and pulls away enough to look at him. Her face is red and splotchy, and her eyes are swollen. 

"Just felt so real," she says. You tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and she takes a shaky breath. "I'm sorry I woke you guys up."

"You have no reason to apologize," Joel says in that firm, loving tone reserved for Ellie. "We get them, too."

"Yeah, but you don't wake everyone up when you do,"

"That's not true. We've probably woken each other up hundreds of times over the years." You tell her, glancing at Joel, who's nodding in agreement. Ellie looks between us and relaxes a little bit.

"Really?" 

"Really."

"Does it get better?" She asks. "Like, do they go away?" 

"I don't know if they'll ever go away, but it gets more manageable. They become less real. Sometimes, we'll still wake up cryin' and screamin', but we can't remember why. We just know it was a nightmare, and we talk about it and go back to sleep." He explains, his southern twang peeking through his words as he gets sleepier. 

"Does talking about it help?"

"Sometimes. The great thing about us three is that we went through all of that shit together, so we trust each other. We understand each other. Joel knows that cars make me nervous because of what happened in Kansas City, and I know that Joel's right hand is a little weaker than his left because it didn't heal right after we left Boston," You say. Joel makes a mock, offended face, and Ellie smiles. You swear, his eyes twinkle in the low light of her room when she does. "And I know that you are an incredibly capable girl who saw a lot of things you shouldn't have. You're still learning how to live with these things, and that's okay because we're here for you. We'll always be right down the hall." 

"Even if I have shitty table manners?" She asks at the end of your emotional, vulnerable speech, and Joel laughs. She gets that from him, you think. The sass in her question and the smirk pulling at her lips have Joel written all over them. They may not share any DNA, but that girl is a Miller through and through.

"Even if you have shitty table manners." He confirms.

"Even if I tell you puns all day?"

"Yes, that too."

"What about-"

"When you go to school tomorrow, ask your smartass teacher what the word 'unconditional' means, alright? Tell her you need a vocabulary quiz or somethin'." He says, and you laugh along with Ellie. Her face lights up, and the weight drops from her shoulders. You may not know what tomorrow will bring, but this, right now, is enough. You kiss Ellie's head again, the love you feel for her pouring out of you, and she lets you before rubbing at her eyes and yawning.

"Tired?" You ask, and she nods. "Do you want us to stay with you until you fall asleep?" 

"I think I'll be okay," she says, untangling from you and tucking herself under the covers. You and Joel stand, tell her goodnight and remind her you're not far. Right before you can close her bedroom door, she sits back up. "Could you... maybe leave it open? Just a little bit."

"Anything for you, kiddo." She smiles at your answer before finally laying back down and closing her eyes. When you turn to walk back to your bedroom, Joel cups your jaw and kisses you. Your hands rest on his chest as his smell surrounds you—something sweet and smoky and so inherently him. He kisses you slowly and deeply, stealing the air from your lungs. When you pull away, he chases your lips and kisses you once, twice, three times before looking at you. His eyes are warm and heavy with fatigue and something more. "What was that for?" You whisper, careful not to wake Ellie.

"Takin' care of her," he says. "Takin' care of us. I wouldn't have been able to do that without you." You smile and kiss him again. 

"You're getting soft on me, cowboy." You murmur against him, and he huffs a laugh.

"Now, you keep that one to yourself. I've got a reputation to uphold."

"You mean the residents of Jackson don't know that mean old Joel Miller is secretly a huge softy for his family? I'm shocked." 

"You like mean old Joel Miller."

"I love mean old Joel Miller," you say, and he smiles, creasing the corners of his eyes. "Let's go back to bed before we have to get up for patrol."  

"Yes, ma'am," he says as you untangle from each other, but he stays close, keeping a hand on your lower back as you walk to your bedroom. Together, you pick the blankets off the floor and reset the bed. When you crawl back into bed, his arms wrap around your waist, and he pulls you to his chest. It's easy to get sleepy with the human furnace holding you. 

"Were you humming Van Morrison to her?" He asks right before you can fully fall back to sleep. You have to laugh because the idea of him wracking his brain for the familiar tune through all of that is hilarious. You also have about five hours until patrol, and he's still awake, asking you about the song you were humming.

"I can't believe it took you that long to recognize it. Maybe you are losing it." You turn to look at him, and he rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smirk.

"Go to sleep."

"I'm trying. You're the one asking about Van Morrison." He doesn't fight you on getting the last word in. Instead, he kisses the back of your neck and squeezes you a little tighter. You fall asleep listening to big, scary Joel Miller humming Crazy Love into your skin like a gospel. After all these years, you have to think that maybe Van Morrison got that one right. Maybe love is enough to make us whole again. 

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IF WE DON’T TALK AGAIN, REMEMBER, I LOVE YOU. | CONNOR BEDARD

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“How do you know you’re in love with her?”

The question lingers through Connor’s brain like perfume. Claire had asked him after he had explained what happened in tears at their study session—which, let’s be honest—has turned more into a gossip sess instead.

“What?” Connor peeks his head up from the table, his eyes still glossy. “I just am Claire!”

“Okay, okay.” Claire rolls her eyes, clearly not expecting the boy to be so hostile. “Have you tried reaching out to her?”

“Too scared,” is what Connor mutters out quietly. “What if she rejects my apology?”

“Why are you apologizing again, Connor?” Claire asks, tapping her pen impatiently on the table. “Isn’t she the one who blew up at you because she was jealous you were studying with me; and isn’t she the one who ignored you so she could hang out with your best friend, what was his name? Ryan?”

Claire’s words are harsh, and Connor doesn’t exactly appreciate the way she describes you. His Bells. Well, he still hoped you were his.

“Her feelings are valid, Claire. I need to apologize for calling her insecure, it wasn’t right of me. But I also need her to know that she has to communicate with me in order for us to work.”

“Sounds like you’re putting in all the effort,” Claire retorts. “From what I’ve heard during all our study sessions, you seem to love and appreciate her and she’s just throwing it all out the window because she’s jealous.”

Now Connor was still upset at how the situation between him and you turned out, but Claire was in no position to claim that you weren’t putting in the effort. He knew you loved him; he knew, he just wants you to communicate.

“Stop speaking on things you don’t know Claire,” Connor spits out, visibly annoyed.

“It’s just from what I observe!” Claire exclaims. “If she’s making you this upset, it’s not worth it Connie.”

Normally, the nickname that you would call him would make his heart flutter, but when it came out of Claire Drewmor, he felt disgusted.

“Just stop, stop Claire.” Connor packs up his things, too tired to continue fighting against her little remarks towards his ex—no—current girlfriend. You two haven’t officially broken up yet.

“I was trying to help.” Claire tries to reach out for Connor, only to fail miserably. She almost bites her lip back in embarrassment. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

“Just a few days ago, you were telling me to go get her back.” Connor says, finding it unbelievable that Claire would say such things about you.

“Well that was before I knew she was such a jealous b—” but before Claire could say anything else, Ryan slams his hand on the table, scaring both her and Connor.

“Holy shit Ry!” Connor exclaims, holding in a breath.

“If I hear you talk about Bells like that again, I swear I’ll ruin you.” Ryan warns the girl, “I don’t care if you took me home that day, which thank you by the way, but fuck you bitch!”

“Okay that’s enough!” Connor pulls Ryan away from the scene before people can start to look at them. When they’re far away enough, Ryan gives Connor a hard push.

“You’re a jerk for what you did,” Ryan says, shaking his head in disappointment. “She’s been so upset, y’know? Cramming her head into her textbooks. Theo had to help her get out of her own head.”

That makes Connor’s ears perk up, the unfamiliar name leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. “Theo?”

“Theodore Coppola, some Italian dude who just recently transferred to me and Bells’ Calc class. Apparently, he’s a smartie and a hottie.”

“Okay, now it sounds like you have a crush on this Coppola dude.”

“I do not have a crush on Theodore.” Ryan rolls his eyes. “Me and this girl are talking, not like you would know because you’re too busy touching it up with Claire Drewmor over there.”

Ouch. Ryan’s words felt like a punch in the guts.

“But he might take away your girl if you keep acting like this.”

“Okay, I get it Ry.” Connor sighs. He didn’t like the way Ryan’s words seemed to be true. He was right, he had majorly fucked up with you, and now this cute Italian student waltzed his way into your life?

So he decides to put his pride aside, and get you flowers. Roses were your favorite, he remembered on your first date when you told him the pretty red colors made your heart flutter.

He knocked on your dorm room, expecting to either see you or your roommate open the door, only to frown in dismay when it’s a guy who he doesn’t know.

“Who are you?” Connor asks, already sizing the unknown guy up.

“Uh—I’m Theodore. Were you looking for Y/N or Melissa?”

Melissa was your roommate, and she wasn’t even at your dorm half of the the time. Of course he was looking for you, how dumb was this Theodore guy?

“I’m here for Y/N,”

“Ah,” Theodore opens the door wider, frowning a bit when he takes a closer look at Connor. “You’re Connor Bedard.”

“Yes I am,” Connor replies. “Problem?”

“Not at all,” though Connor’s definitely convinced Theodore doesn’t like him. He could tell from a guy’s perspective that a frown and shake of the head was no good.

“Hey Bells, there’s someone for you!”

Oh great. That made Connor’s heart practically sink to his stomach. This guy was already calling you Bells?

“I’m coming,” he could hear your footsteps coming to the door, then abruptly stopping when you realize it’s him standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You say, in the most bitter tone Connor has ever heard come from your mouth. He doesn’t like it, it makes him feel itchy and uncomfortable.

“This is my cue to leave,” Theodore says, which makes Connor let out a sigh in relief. “Text me if you need anything Bells, seriously.” Then he grabs his backpack, heading out the door in a hurry.

“I ask again Connor, what are you doing here?”

Connor doesn’t know what to say. He’s been practicing all morning about what he was going to say—what he was going to do. But now he’s here, he doesn’t know where to start.

“I—I brought you flowers.” He says, handing you the batch of roses. You don’t take it, and honestly, he doesn’t blame you. He’s been a jerk, and he’s lucky you haven’t slammed the door on him yet.

“I know you aren’t just here to give me roses,” you say, “what do you want? I have assignments I need to do.”

“I’m sorry.” He says. And then everything in his brain just spills out in a flash. “I’m sorry for everything, for the yelling, for calling you insecure, for not seeing it from your point of view. God—Bells—if you still let me call you that, I’m so fucking sorry. I love you, I do, and I’m an idiot for only realizing after the argument. I want to spend my entire life with you, I don’t care if you’re insecure or if you have trouble communicating Bells, I just want you.”

His lips wobble as he finishes, eyes not daring to look at you. “I was ranting to Claire,” he starts again, “and she said things about you that I didn’t like and I won’t repeat them now. But she made me realize that you’re the most important person in my life and that letting you go like that was the most idiotic move I’ve ever made. I know my words aren’t going to change what I said, or what happened, but please Bells, please, I can’t handle not speaking to you. I can’t handle looking at you knowing you overwork yourself in your classes. I want to be there for you Bells, I really fucking do.”

Before he could continue any further, you crush him in a hug, making him drop the bouquet of roses.

“I forgive you Con,” you say, pulling away to cup his face. “I’m sorry too. For not communicating more with you.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, eyes glassy from the tears. “I love you either way.”

And finally, for the first time in weeks, Connor closes the distance between your lips, capturing you in a kiss.

Maybe Connor Bedard was a total idiot for what he did, but he was your idiot to begin with.

[hellskitchenswhore]

Heads up motherfuckers because while I cannot write for shit I absolutely CAN drunken ramble and here comes a doozie

I recently started Call the Midwife, and while childbirth and the entire concept of being pregnant horrify me in general and I’m perfectly happy never to participate in them, Matt Murdock is the only character I’ve ever even been able to imagine it with. So without further ado,

Matt Murdock x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

You’re absolutely terrified when you find out. Matt senses your panic on the way home and bursts in to find you sitting on the bathroom floor in shock, hand clenched over your mouth so hard you’re sure to bruise. Violent sobs fight their way out as your body starts to shake, but he wraps his arms around you and gently rocks you through every second.

Your mind is racing and you try to apologize between gasps for air, trying to talk to him about his own stake in the situation, but he just softly shushes you, taking the splintered plastic test from where it’s clenched in your hand. “Hey hey, don’t even think about that sweetheart, just let me take care of you right now”

That first night you don’t talk about anything. You never get to. Every time you think the sobs are passed, another wave of panic overtakes you. Eventually the exhaustion of it all drags your mind and body to sleep in Matt’s arms. He knows there will be time for talk later. Tonight, you’re suffering, and nothing else matters, not even his own racing thoughts.

You’ve never seen a future with kids, but you also never imagined you’d find someone like Matt to spend your life with. Never imagined a future where you could be free and safe at the same time.

Matt knows you never wanted them and he respects the hell out of that. He doesn’t need kids to be happy, but he does need you, and he’ll stand by you no matter what. Over the next week you talk through every fear - his and yours - and eventually decide that this is something you want - together.

For the first few days after making the decision, he keeps both ears on you at all times. Your heart is pounding in your chest with the stress of it, even you can hear it. Matt doesn’t dare leave you alone, even to go on patrol, in case it all comes flooding back in again. Instead he lies next to you and listens to the gentle sounds of your sleep, the first time your hearts relaxed all day. But bit by bit the idea settles in to your mind, and you body follows suit, until one day you wake with nothing but the gentle sound of your calm, relaxed heartbeat echoing softly in Matt’s ears

Which is exactly when the morning sickness starts.

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The Interview

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cussing, it got angsty for a millisecond, talking about throwing up, doesn’t actually happen, slight mention of panic attacks

Summary: She is an actor who is embarrassingly and openly obsessed with Pedro Pascal, but when she gets invited to be a guest on the same talk show as him, it doesn’t go the way she planned.

A/N: holy moly, I haven’t written in FOREVER so I apologize now if this is absolutely horrible. And this is also the first time I have ever written anything for Pedro Pascal so go easy on me!

This was not the first time she was asked to be on a late night talk show; she had been on a couple for her smaller roles. But this was the first time that she knew absolutely nothing about what was going on. No one was telling her who the other guests were, when she was to go onto the stage, where she was supposed to sit, what they were going to talk to her about, nothing. It was all kept a secret from her. So when she showed up to the studio, she felt like she was running blind.

“They’re just going to ask me about my movie that is coming out soon, right?” She asked her brother, Jeremy, who was standing behind her through the mirror.

He was the one who set this whole thing up, and he was being the most secretive. “Yeah, sure, something like that.” His phone started to ring and he left the room while putting it to his ear.

“What the hell does that even mean?” She mumbled to herself while she finished the final touches on her makeup.

Jeremy didn’t come back any time soon, in fact, no one had come and talked to her since the moment she arrived. Out of boredom, she pulled her phone out and started to scroll through her twitter. She read her latest tweet to herself: “Watched the most recent episode of #TheLastOfUs; is anyone else obsessed with Pedro Pascal? Just me? Okay.” The tweet had thousands of likes and retweets, and so did the other handful of tweets where she gushed about how obsessed with Pedro Pascal she was.

It was true, he was, IS, a brilliant actor, funny, the most respectful and charismatic man in Hollywood, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She was wrapped around his finger, embarrassingly so, and, as far as she could tell, he had absolutely no idea who she was. And she was absolutely fine with that, especially with her tweets about him. “I need to stop tweeting my innermost thoughts.” She said to herself before tossing her phone to the side.

It was a couple minutes later when there was a knock at the door and one of the stage crew members stuck their head through the door, “They’re about ready for you on stage, are you ready?” She nodded as she stood up, running her hands down the skirt of her dress to flatten it out.

No one talked to her as she followed behind the crew member to the stage. This was getting weird, and it made her stomach sink into her ass. What the hell was she about to walk into?

Her hands shook slightly as she waited for the host to finish introducing her, talking about her new movie and the release date. She relaxed a bit, maybe they were just talking about the movie, and this show just happens to not communicate with anyone. The door opened up for her to walk through and she waved at the cheering crowd and made her way to the couches next to the host. The second she caught sight of the other guests, her heart stopped.

Holy shit, he’s right there.

She continued to smile and make her way to the couch, Pedro Pascal and Helen Mirren standing and clapping for her.

You’re a fucking actor, ACT like you’re not having a panic attack.

Helen gave her a tender hug, and a soft kiss to the cheek. Pedro pulled her in for a hug as well, could he tell how badly she was trembling? She moved to sit on the other side of Helen, away from Pedro, when the host stopped her, “Oh no, no, there’s a spot and a drink for you right in between Pedro and Helen there.”

Dear god, this is why it was all a secret. I’ve been set up.

She smiled and switched to sit in between them, but she leaned towards Helen.

Can they tell I’m about to vomit? Holy shit, DO NOT vomit.

They started off by asking her about her new movie. It was her first big role and she was more than happy to talk about it and answer the few questions they did ask her. When they switched the focus to Pedro and his absolutely bombshell success of his shows, she tried her hardest to keep a happy face, but oh god did she want to run screaming.

The host began talking about the attention Pedro has been getting from the success of his shows and if he liked it or not. He bashfully answered that he did. “The internet sure loves you.” The host said, and she felt her heart fall into the empty pit of her stomach. “This tweet here says ‘I need to stop referring to Pedro Pascal as daddy, it’s becoming a problem.’” Everyone laughed, including her, trying to act like she wasn’t about to pass out.

But then she saw it on the screen, the username was blurred out, but it was absolutely her tweet. She knew it was based on the emoji’s she put at the end; and even though the username was blurred, it wasn’t blurred that well. She took a staggered breath that hopefully no one noticed. “This one here says ‘Just caught up on The Last of Us…should I be concerned that watching Pedro Pascal kill that many people turned me on?’”

Please don’t reveal who tweeted that. Maybe I’ll make it off this stage alive.

Pedro laughed, and before he got a chance to comment on it, the host directed his attention back to her, “Are you alright there? You look a little flustered?” The smirk on his face told her everything. They were absolutely going to reveal who tweeted that.

“I’m great.” She said with a smile, but as sarcastically as she possibly could. She was sweating profusely.

“Good! Because, I felt like I recognized the username on this tweet,” The screen with the screenshot of the tweet suddenly unblurred the username and revealed her twitter handle, “Oh my god, that was your tweet!” That was it, she was going in hiding after this interview.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end. They showed three more of her thirst tweets for the man sitting right next to her. After the second she leaned forward and placed her hands on her face just so that her fingers were covering her mouth as she told herself over and over to not cry.

Perhaps Pedro could tell how uncomfortable she was starting to feel because he quickly spoke up with a chuckle, “I mean, you should see some of the things I’ve tweeted. I barely even know how to work twitter.”

She felt a wave of relief when the attention was finally not on her and her absolutely embarrassing obsession with Pedro. However, the feeling of wanting to simultaneously vomit and cry still lingered. But, she put on a brave face and acted as if the entire interview didn’t even faze her.

Once the show ended and she politely said goodbye to everyone around her, she made her way to her dressing room. It wasn’t until she heard the click of the door shutting that she finally broke into tears. She ended up in a squatting position while trying to pull herself together, but the tears just kept coming. Jeremy walked through the door with a huge shit eating grin on his face until he saw his sister nearly in the fetal position on the ground. Before he got a chance to say a single word, she stood up and poked a finger in his direction, “You did this, didn’t you? You were the one who set up this interview, you were the one who told me over and over again how good it would be for my career for me to come on the show. You set this whole thing up, didn’t you?”

“Why are you upset with me? If you didn’t want something like this to happen, maybe keep your thirst in a diary, not on the internet where everyone can see it.” Jeremy pointed a finger back at her.

The worst part was that he was right. She couldn’t even argue his point, because he was fucking right. Maybe it was time to delete her twitter and go into hiding after her movie came out. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around herself and let out a sigh, “Can you just go out there and tell me when everyone is gone? I want to be the last one to leave.”

Jeremy huffed as he walked out the door. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and started to clean the makeup that had run down her face. It was as she threw the final makeup wipe into the trash when she heard the knock on her door. It couldn’t be Jeremy, the dude never knocked once in his life. The feeling of wanting to throw up suddenly came rushing back.

When she opened the door, she had to swallow her heart. Pedro was standing there, a soft smile on his lips. “May I come in?” He asked softly.

As badly as she wanted to tell him no and slam the door in his face, she didn’t. Instead, she nodded and silently opened the door further to allow him to walk past her. She shut the door behind him and before he got a chance to say anything, she started spewing her thoughts, “Pedro, I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you. I promise I am going to delete all of the tweets, probably even my entire twitter account. I didn’t know any of this was going to happen, I didn’t even know you were a guest. Literally the entire thing had been kept a secret to me and I am so, so sorry if this damages or, or puts a hiccup, or whatever in your career. You are entirely an amazing actor and you deserve to be treated better than that, and-”

“No, no, no,” he softly cut her off and stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her arms. “I came here to ask if you were okay; to tell you that you deserve to be treated better.” She didn’t even know how to respond to that, so she just stared at him. “Interviewers can be brutal and I, even though I promise I had nothing to do with this, wanted to apologize to you.” He looked deep into her eyes and slightly shook his head, “I’m sorry they upset you enough to make you cry.” Dear god, was it that obvious? She looked away from him and he dropped his arms back to his sides. “I’d like to make it up to you by taking you to dinner tomorrow night”

Excuse me, what?

“What?” She whispered the question.

A small smile graced his lips as he looked down at the ground, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. ”I should’ve said something a while ago,” He started before looking back up at her, “I’ve been following your career for a few years now. All the tweets they showed today? I’ve already seen them. I’ve followed you on twitter for at least a year now.”

EXCUSE ME, WHAT?

How had she never noticed he followed her? She was too stunned to speak, so Pedro continued, “I feel like if I had had the guts to talk to you sooner, then none of this would’ve happened. Which is why I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow, I’m just sorry that I’m asking you after what just happened.”

Her heart was beating so hard she was sure it was about to jump out of her chest. The blood was rushing through her ears so fiercely, she wasn’t even sure she heard him correctly. Her mind was reeling and it took him letting out a soft chuckle for her to realize she was staring at him like a deer in the headlights. She shook her head to stop her mind from spinning and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes, yes, I’d like that.”

[masterqwertster]

54-kidnapping. For the guy in a situation prompts. With a focus on Ashton. Could you please continue on from the presumed dead prompt you recently did? I really liked that one. Bells Hells would never let someone take their punk rock.

Continuing this prompt answer

Ashton is tending a field, a garden. Small animal-shaped eidolons gambol along in his wake, occasionally helping at his direction. Everything is green and growing and beautiful. He breathes in fresh air, appreciating the place he's carved out for himself in the world.

It’s so fucking peaceful.

–e u– –hton.

There's a sound on the breeze. Words they can’t quite make out.

Wa– up, –on.

Ashton quiets his small companions, trying to make out the message on the wind.

WAKE UP, ASHTON!

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Ashton gasps awake.

Fucking fuck. He hates it when his stupid vivid dreams show him the nice shit he can never have.

Not that there’s really time to be upset about the random shit his brain throws at him. Imogen wouldn't poke into his head like that without a good reason.

Which is about the time it registers that this is not where they remember going to sleep. Because they sure as fuck hadn’t been chained up in a crate before they went to sleep.

So Ashton does the obvious thing: he rages and does his best to break the chains. Or crate. Whichever comes first.

The chains, unfortunately, are well-done. Even their raging strength isn't enough to make up for the lack of leverage from having their arms thoroughly pinned to their sides and legs bound together.

They are not, however, enough to restrain Ashton’s thrashing to a level that won’t break the crate. And wood splinters as Ashton’s feet and head slam into the planks.

The thing is, Ashton hadn’t really thought this through. Breaking the crate can get him out of it, but it doesn’t change that his ability to move is restricted to inchworming around because of the chains. Which means running or fighting is–

“Fucking hell! That should have been enough to keep a half-giant out for a whole day!”

–near impossible. Especially when his captors are still around.

Magic wraps around their body, stopping even what struggles Ashton can make chained up as they are. Someone opens the crate, though Ashton can only catch their silhouette from the corner of their bad eye thanks to the position they’ve been locked into.

“Right. Back to sleep with you,” the figure says. 

And something pierces into Ashton’s neck. He can feel whatever poison or drug is on it– in it?– seeping through his system. Ashton does his best to hold onto consciousness, but that shit is still being put into him. More and more, until he loses the fight to remain awake.

___

Ashton has the helm. 

Most need a compass, an enchanted one at that, in the Shattered Teeth, lest they get lost among the fog and shifting islands. But he is of Ka’Mort’s power, and the Empress of Earth’s power suffuses these isles. Ashton knows where the islands are, can feel them in his blood. Not to mention the eidolons here are the most eager and obedient to their requests over any other place they’ve sailed.

He breathes in the salty air. Blows out a whistle to the air and water eidolons to speed The Hellion along its course.

“There you are, Ashton. I’ve been searchin’ all over for you.”

“I don’t know why, Captain. It’s my shift at the helm,” Ashton says, leaning against the wheel as they eye the sorceress. Odd. She’s not wearing her captain’s coat. Imogen loves that thing, mostly because Laudna made it for her.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about, Ashton? This is a dream,” Imogen insists.

Everything freezes. Everything except him and Imogen.

“Ow,” Ashton says, hand going to their head as it sparks wildly. Realizing that this shit is a dream is a first. As is having Imogen poking in like this.

“Sorry about that,” Imogen apologizes. “Considering how wakin’ up didn’t go so great for you last time, we decided me jumpin’ into your dream to talk with you would be easier. I didn’t realize how much you got caught up in these dreams.”

“You’ve seen my dreams before?” Which probably isn’t the part they should be locking onto, but fuck it, this is, apparently, their dream.

“I go pokin’ around sometimes when I can’t sleep,” Imogen explains with a shrug. “And that’s besides the point. We’re comin’ to rescue you. We’re not gonna to leave you behind. So just hang on, alright? I promise, we’re comin’.

Her words echo through Ashton’s head, loosening a tension he hadn’t even realized was there. He’s alone, but not alone. Bells Hells isn’t going to abandon him to whoever fucking kidnapped him. And Ashton is kind of thankful he’s the only one these fuckers took. A rescue is probably more manageable than breaking out, and they’ll only be short him going in.

“Okay. But you better move fast, or I might get out on my own,” Ashton replies, challenging her, challenging them to come faster. 

“...And thanks.” for coming at all, they don’t say. But they think she can catch that anyways.

“We’re comin’. Promise.”

Had some fun playing with Ashton's alternate life dreams and how the Grim Verity/Omen Archives study of Exaltants said that they could enter others' dreams.

[i-love-def-leppard]

I Wanna Touch You (Joe Elliott x Reader) - Part 2 🔥

A/N: At last…Part 2 is finally here!!! Here is the link to Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or would like to reread :) I apologize again for taking forever to publish this part of the one-shot. Most of you have heard I’ve been super busy recently, experiencing some writers block, and accidentally deleting HALF of the story when I was almost finished *sigh.* Please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me for this one. I promise I will get better with some time! Anyways, I’ll shut up now and let you get to reading!! I hope you enjoy!! ♥️

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WARNING: detailed smut ahead ‼️

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1983 Pyromania Tour - backstage

After what felt like forever, the boys were finally done their set.

You see Joe quickly making his towards you at the side of the stage where he left you standing in demand, seconds before he walked on.

He quickly tosses his microphone to his roadie, taking the final steps to meet your figure.

“Fucking finallyyy.” Joe exhales as he grabs his hands towards you.

He waists no time, pulling you into him by your waist, placing hungry kisses to your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, slowly moving downwards to plant sloppy kisses along your jaw.

Softly moaning at his touch, you bring your hands up to lightly tug at his hair, sweaty from what felt like the longest gig ever.

“Mmm, Joe” you moan into his ear.

As soon as the noise leaves your mouth, your eyes grow wide, quickly remembering that you are still surrounded by many members of the band and their crew.

Shit.

“Gonna give us a free show, eh?” Phil laughs as you look up and see the rest of the band standing right there.

“In your dreams, Collen.” Joe shoots back after he reluctantly pulls his lips off your neck. “C’mon, love. Let’s go somewhere where we have some more privacy, hmm?”

“Yes, I’d like thatt. Lead the way, baby…bye boys!” you giddily respond. Joe adding to the humor by jokingly flipping them off.

After earning gross looks from the rest of the band, Joe grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the direction of his dressing room.

“NO SHAGGING IN MY ROOM! GOT IT!?” you hear Sav yell from behind you. Flashbacks quickly flood your memory, remembering the time you both mistook his dressing room for Joe’s resulting in…

Well, let’s just say, Sav was rather traumatized.

With this, you and Joe can’t help but let out childlike giggles as you make your way to his room, knowing how much you’ve grossed out the rest of the band.

When you finally reach Joe’s dressing room, the laughing mood between you both changes in an instant.

Joe kicks open the door, quickly locking it behind him, immediately pinning you up against it.

Your lips hungrily attach to one another like magnets. You felt like you have already waited too long for him, so you pick up the pace by parting your lips, letting Joe’s tongue explore your mouth.

Wow. He is such a good kisser. I could come undone right now.

Your hands tug at his hair while his squeeze at your breasts, skillfully making their way down down to your ass.

“Damn, Y/N. All I could think about during the set was you and ripping this perfect little outfit off.”

Joe says, gasping for air against your mouth as both of your hands desperately roam one another, starved all night to touch.

“Please, Joe. I can’t wait any longer. I need more.” you desperately plead into his ear, reaching for his belt.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take good care of ya.”

He replies as you feel him reach down in between your thighs, slowly pushing them apart so he can fit his hand in between.

“Fuck. I forgot you weren’t wearing anything under this skirt.”

“You are such a fucking tease, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you start to feel him rub his long fingers through your slick folds.

“Ohh, Joe.” you whine at the sudden attention to your clit.

“So wet for me already, baby?” he praises you as he forces your chin up with his free hand. You are now forced to look deep into his darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty right now. Goddd- I’m so lucky.” Joe says in admiration, right before he pushes two of his long fingers into your entrance.

“Ohh, fuck! Feels so good!” you moan into his mouth. His lips sloppily cover yours, muffling the rest of the sounds trying to escape your lungs.

Knowing you want to feel more, Joe picks up the pace of his fingers. You can’t help but to grind your hips against his palm and the prominent bulge in his leather pants, looking for as much friction as possible. This earns a deep groan to escape his throat.

“Feel good, hm? Shit- I can’t wait to get inside of you.” he pants, already out of breath as he watches you fall apart for him.

Coming close to your fast release and your legs threatening to collapse, your heart rate increases and your moans get louder.

Your boyfriend knew all the tell-tale signs your body makes before an orgasm, but you can’t help but remind him.

“Joe- I can’t last much longer” you moan into his mouth.

With this confession, Joe quickly pulls his fingers out of you causing a loud whine to escape your mouth from the sudden lack of contact.

You are left standing against the door, your face flustered red, as you watch your boyfriend’s lips curve upwards into a grin inches away from you.

“What the hell? I was so close! Why’d you stop?” you whine as you watch him raise his middle two fingers to his face.

Your jaw drops as you watch him push those two slick-covered fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices clean off.

Fuckk. That was so hot.

“You taste so good, love” he smirks. “You thought you could just tease me earlier without receiving any consequences? Tsk- now you know how it feels, hm?” he playfully taunts you.

“Please, Joe. This is torturee. I need to cum.” you beg.

“Hm- alright, love. I’ll let you off easy this time, but only because you asked so nicely.” He replies, not being able to tease you any longer.

He too was getting increasingly desperate for some relief.

You attack each other’s bodies again trying to get as much clothing off as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N. As sexy as these tits look in this top, they’ll look even better with it off.” he says ripping it off of you and throwing it to the ground.

“And fuck it-. You’re leaving this dirty little skirt on. I wanna watch you get fucked with it on” he growls into your ear.

Whimpering at his filthy words, you go straight to pulling his Union Jack shirt up and off his head. You throw it to the side. Then, you grab his handcuff belt, working on getting that undone.

As you work on his belt, Joe attacks your neck with his mouth like his life depends on it.

There will definitely be marks later.

Hooking your long nails into the waistband of his underwear and leather pants, you lower them down both at once. Joe steps out of them, exposing what you have been waiting for all night.

“Shit, Joe.” you admire, sucking in the breath of air you forgot to breathe due to the sight before you.

No matter how many times you’ve seen your boyfriend naked, he never fails to impress you with his size.

“Like what ya see?” he proudly questions.

“Mmhmm, yes. Anddd…I’m gonna prove it.” you purr against his lips.

Suddenly taken over by a dominant urge, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the couch behind him.

He lays completely undressed with his back lying flat against the cool leather material. Just the position you want him in.

“Wow, Y/N/N. I could cum right now, just from looking at you.” He says admiring you through the top of his eyelids as you stand over him, ready to pounce.

His words are all it takes for you to throw your legs over his, straddling your entrance just over his twitching cock.

Before you allow yourself to sink down on him, you bring your face to his saying, “I love you, Joe,” softly kissing his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much.” he wholeheartedly says right before sucking in a sharp breath, failing to notice your sneaky hand traveling down in between your bodies to stroke his aching cock.

“Fuuucckkk-” he moans with relief.

With this relieving sensation, Joe is now the one falling apart for you.

After a few pumps, you rub the tip of his cock in between your folds, collecting as much wetness as possible before slowly sinking down on him.

“God, you feel so good.” Joe grunts into your ear.

You quickly both gain a steady rhythm that pleases the both of you.

“Mmmphh-” you loudly moan, adjusting to his size.

Joe’s hips buck up into your g-spot with hard thrusts, adding to your pleasure as you ride him with all of your energy.

Palming your hands on his chest, your hands can’t help sometimes trail downwards, tracing the patch of hair leading down to his shaft.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support, in fear you may already collapse.

“These perfect tits. Damn-”Joe swallows heavily while he massages them with both hands.

Throughout, Joe’s hands switch from playing with your tits to hardly gripping your waist. He pulls you down further onto his dick, grinding against each other with great force.

“Ahh- baby you take me so well.” Joe praises you.

You start rolling your hips in a circular motion, knowing that this is what throws Joe right over the edge.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re so fucking goo-.” Joe moans as his sentences become slurred due to intense sensations of pleasure.

The slick sounds of his dick pounding into you echoes throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Ah-” he cries.

“S’close- Ohhh my god, Joe!” you scream, not caring if the people on the outside hear you both.

Oh, they can definitely hear us right now.

You notice Joe’s abs flexing more and more, realizing he is getting close too.

“Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to last any longer with you. I’m about to cum.” he gasps into your mouth as you lean down to kiss him.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” he begs on the edge.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me.” panting as you struggle to kiss him back. The feeling of your oncoming orgasm getting increasingly more intense.

“Ohhh. Fucking hell-. Mmmphh. Baby, I’m cumming.” he deeply whines, echoing off the walls.

Thrusting down onto him one more time, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, body trembling at the sensation.

“OHHH, Y/N! Ah, fuck- fuckkk!” he deeply moans as his load fills up your insides. His hips continue to thrust up and into your soaked entrance, mindful of making sure you finish at the same time.

You sneak your hand down to rub at your clit, causing the well-known sensation to bubble down low in your stomach.

Immediately after Joe, you cum. And -shit- you cum hard.

“OHH!! Joe, mmphh. Fucking hell-” you scream at the top of your lungs as your body completely weakens and shakes from your orgasm.

The hand giving attention to your clit drops to your side in weakness, giving Joe the opportunity to take over the motion, helping your ride out your high.

“There you go, baby.” he says sweetly, watching your body shake and collapse on his chest. Your face now resting in the crook of his neck.

Shortly after, he slowly pulls out of you causing the familiar warm sensation to creep down your legs.

You both lay there for a minute or two, allowing yourselves to come down from your high. The smell of sex fills the room.

“Wow. That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” he says, catching his breath. “You did so good for me, love.”

Unable to form a proper response at the moment, you just tilt your head up to his, planting a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.” he says.

“I love you too, Joe. You have no idea-” you reply lifting your head to look into his eyes.

He laughs saying, “Oh, but I dooo. You proved yourself pretty well just now, love.” he smirks as he gently squeezes your hip in a teasing manner.

Giggling, you can’t help the pink shade that rises to your cheeks created by a mix of pride and slight embarrassment at your performance just moments ago.

“Sooo…what do ya say-? Round two when we get back to the hotel?” Joe asks.

“Oh, definitelyyy.”

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[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 10: Tin

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2k next

After the encounter with Kese, you weren’t the same. You holed up in your lab completely. You hardly left for any reason at all - not even when you were docked. When Killer had come by to ask if you wanted to start sparring, you made some kind of excuse to not start. It was clear he didn’t believe you, but he was also one to not push you - at least not for now. You had no doubt that he would later.

Fuck, he was always so kind to you and it made everything hurt more. But again, was it genuine kindness or a pacification? You weren’t sure anymore. Nothing felt real.

One day, he entered your lab and you didn’t even bother looking up, as you normally did when someone entered. “So, you gonna to tell me what’s going on?” you heard him ask.

“I’m not sure what you me-”

You turn around and find him towering over you without his helmet. You look up at him, swallowing hard. Shit. It was as if he knew your weakness. You slowly backed away, but he followed suit - eventually you ran out of space as you felt your desk press against you. You were trapped now.

If only he was lowkey pinning you to your desk for a different reason. Fuck.

“I’m going to ask again. What’s going on?”

You just stare at him blankly and he sighs. Your mind is racing and you can’t think straight with how close he’s standing right now. “You’re not eating. You’ve hardly slept. You stay locked in here day and night. You won’t even talk to anyone.” 

“I told you all. I’ve been wor-”

“Bullshit. You and I both know that.” You were pants at lying and he has pointed this out many times in the past. Lying just wasn’t in your genes - just look at your brother. Not that he really tried lying, but when he did it was a piss poor attempt. With knowing Killer as long as you have, it made things worse. There was no getting anything by him.

“I’m just exhausted is all.” You let out a small, tired smile. It wasn’t a complete lie. You were completely wiped from all your emotions. The roller coaster you were experiencing was not fun and you wanted to get off this forsaken ride. You didn’t hardly have any energy to do anything anymore.

The look on Killer’s face softened and he sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t lie to me,” he said in a soft voice that broke your heart. You wanted nothing more than to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. To be held, but you didn’t do anything.

“I-” You almost told him, but Kese’s words rang through your mind. “You’re just holding everyone back.” He was right. You held everyone back. If you severed your ties now, it’ll be easier when you leave.

“I’m fine, Killer. Really.” You offered another small smile, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him away. He let you do so, just looking at you. You couldn’t tell if it was disappointment or something else but…you deserved it. 

“You know where to find me when you’re ready to tell the truth,” he said, putting his helmet back on and leaving.

You watched as he left, feeling whatever emotion you had left slowly ebbing away. Numbness was taking over your being. 

Back to work, you supposed.

--

You didn’t even touch your combat machine anymore, you didn’t care to start fighting. It was obvious you’d never be able to catch up with everyone and even if you did, you’d probably just get in the way. It was a pipe dream and you were realizing that.

Dive had even come to the lab, asking what you were up to and lazing about. You just gave her some candy and that typically sent her on her way. Though, the most recent time, she almost seemed sad and disappointed. She stopped bothering you after that. “I miss you,” she mumbled.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.”

She just shook her head as she left. You felt your soul being crushed just a little more.

Both Heat and Wire came by at some point, trying to ask questions about things. You would just answer them and send them on their way. Everyone was making this really hard. You just wanted them to be able to not worry about you, but it seemed to be doing the opposite. What were you supposed to do? How could you stop holding everyone back? Would you have to leave to get them to stop worrying?

If only you could fight again. If only you didn’t practically lose your arm. 

You were spiraling further and further down this hole you had dug yourself in, showing no signs of emerging anytime soon. Eventually, everything was feeling numb. You didn’t feel one way or another about things. You did your job, but all idle chit chat was gone. Your entire personality was kuput. Nothing was left.

“Hey, Bigs.” You didn’t even bother looking up from the textbook you were reading. “Hm?”

“So, I have an idea for a new project.”

“Can’t. Busy.”

Eustass seemed completely taken aback. You had never turned him down before. You looked up at him, the hurt and betrayal in his face. It was as if it was dawning on him just how bad you have gotten, but you didn’t feel any which way about it.

“You…you never turn me down.”

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to be doing. Now, please leave.” 

You watched him approach your desk, leaning down and staring hard at you. It was clear his initial shock was over, now replaced with rage. “The fuck is your deal?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Don’t pull that bullshit with me, Bigs. You know you can’t lie to me.” His glare turned dark and the hurt seemed to grow. “You stopped exploring islands with us. You stopped helping Killer in the kitchen. You don’t talk to anyone. You don’t leave this fucking room. And now you’re turning me down?”

You just looked at him, not an ounce of emotion on your face. “I’m sure you have more things to do than to entertain this old bag of bones. I’m just simply staying out of the way. I’m busy anyway.”

Eustass just stared at you as he tried to figure you out. “What the fuck are you going on about? Staying out of the way? Also what’s so important that you don’t have time for your fucking brother?” 

“I’m just close to a breakthrough is all.”

The broken expression on Eustass’ face almost sent you over the edge. Again, you found yourself wanting to apologize, but you said nothing. “So, you’re not even going to tell me the truth? We promised to always tell each other the truth, no matter what.” The raw emotion in his voice was killing you. Fuck, it seemed you couldn’t do anything right. 

You didn’t dare say anything. You weren’t even sure what you could possibly say to make up for what you’ve done.

“Eus-”

Your brother just shook his head, walking out dejectedly. You wanted to vomit with how terrible you felt. You wanted to scream, cry, and destroy something but…nothing came to fruition. You just stood there, completely still, as you watched him leave. It felt just like when Killer left. You just had two same events. Both hurting you in different ways.

Maybe Kese was right. It was time for you to go.

--

The spat was Eustass sent you over the edge and you went completely mute. You didn’t speak at all besides a few grunts and one word commands when patching everyone up after a fight. They all seemed to be just fine with it, stopping trying to pry responses out of you. You could only silently thank them for the peace they were finally bringing you. 

You heard your door open and looked up, seeing both Eustass and Killer. They didn’t even stop. Killer beelined to you and you stepped back. “Wh-” You yelped as he tossed you over his shoulder. You immediately started thrashing around.

“Bigs, stop. You’re getting out of this stuffy ass room.”

“You can’t just force me to do your bidding!” 

“I can do whatever I want,” Eustass said as the three of you were now on your way out of the deck and towards whatever island you were docked at.

As soon as the salty air hit your nostrils, you seemed to calm down some. You did miss the fresh air. Maybe they were right, you needed to get out for a little bit. 

“Okay, you can fucking put me down,” you grumbled once you were off the ship. “Are you going to go running back on the ship?”

“No.”

“Good.”

With that, Killer finally set you down and you folded your arms across your chest. “How long I gotta stay out here until I can go back to what I was doing?” You glared at your brother.

“Until that shitty attitude of yours changes.”

“Then we’re gonna be here a long time.”

“I’ll stay as long as it takes.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes and heading off. You needed to blow off some steam. Though, it has been a while since you restocked or went looking for new ingredients. “Guess this is better than wallowing,” you mumbled to yourself as you trudged down the streets of whatever village you were in. That’s all you had been doing the last couple of months anyway. Wallowing in your own self pity. 

“Excuse me!” You looked over, seeing a small child. “Yes?”

“You look really smart, can you help me with my homework?”

You blinked in confusion. Look smart? What did that even entail? You looked down at your own outfit. If anything, your aesthetic matched your brothers. It screamed punkass. 

“Uh, sure,” you said with a shrug, walking over to her. She had a textbook open. “Sorry to bother you, my mama is working so I don’t have anyone to help,” she said with a frown. You shook your head. “It’s no problem, really.”

You took a look at her textbook and stopped. “Are you sure this is the right book?” These questions were filled with equations and such for that of a high schooler or college student and this small girl couldn’t have been older than seven.

“Yes! Everyone else my age is a little more ahead than I am. I struggle understanding these things sometimes, but I’m determined to be a great scientist like my mama!” The way she beamed at you warmed your heart and you nodded.

“Okay, well. What are you struggling with?”

For the next few hours, you helped this girl with her homework. She seemed to grasp the concepts pretty well, she would just get a little muddled on execution. 

“Lily, who’s your friend?” 

You looked up, seeing a woman that looked about your age and a lot like the small child. You assumed this was the mother. You stood up, sticking out your hand for her to shake. “I’m y/n. My crew is just passing through and Lily was asking for help on her homework so I decided to help out.”

She took your hand tentatively, eyeing you up and down. It was understandable. You were a pirate helping out her child, it only made sense for her to be cautious. “I’m Myra. Usually passerbys can’t grasp the knowledge. Too advanced for them.”

You shrugged. “I’m a scientist and doctor myself.”

“Even so…” She seemed to mull something over. “Would you like to join us for dinner?” You blinked. You were sure the more you stayed out, the better your brother would feel. “Yeah sure.”

[not-a-space-alien]

Tinytopia Chapter 8: Endless Rebirth (Part 4)

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to my beta/sensitivity reader @appelsiinilight!

In this chapter: Thistle forces Moon into the horrors of personal growth.

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“So how's it going?” Sierra's voice came from the tinny phone speaker.

Thistle groaned and rolled on the floor.

“That good, huh?”

“I feel like shit.”  Thistle put his hands to his face.  “Moon left the house, and he knows how to not be found when he doesn’t want to be.  So I can’t even chase after him to make up.”

Marcy, whose job had recently become mainly Sit nearby whatever Thistle is doing, was at the desk.  She tapped him with her foot.  “I’m sure he’ll come back.”

“He can’t stand that I’m paying more attention to someone else,” Thistle said.  “I’ve never had to deal with this before.”

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything you can really do about it,” Sierra said.  “It’s a, like…him problem.  Right?”

As much as Thistle loved Sierra, she wasn’t always good at giving advice.  He sighed.  “Yeah, maybe.  It’s just–there’s been so much going on, with Marigold, and Jax is–He’s so interesting, but I don’t know if I should–if he’s–and now Moon is mad at me, and the stupid dryad still won’t even come out!”

“And prom is tomorrow!” Sierra added.

“What?”

“It’s–nevermind, stupid joke.”

He sighed again.  “I told Jax we could talk about more pixie stuff later.  I think his first body is still in the walls with Violet.”

“Well, you should get Marcy to help,” Sierra said.  “Isn’t that what you were trying to do?  Have Marcy’s job be to manage everything at home?  That could include settling conflicts.”

“Oh, ah…” Marcy said.

“Come on, you’re super smart, I bet you’d be great at it!”

Marcy tapped her fingers.  “I could…try, I guess.  But I don’t know where Moon is, either.  Maybe we should just wait for him to come to us in his own time.  Pushing probably won’t make it any better.”  Right?

***

Marcy took Thistle around to look for Moon in and outside of the house.  It felt a lot safer now that they had the chain link fence up, but they didn’t find him.

They didn’t find him until he wanted to be found, which was later that day.  Thistle heard him shouting from the window by Colin’s desk.

Marcy took Thistle and rushed up there.  Moon’s magic wardrobe was set out on the roof adjacent to the window, along with a little stool, as though he’d been using the roof as a place to get dressed.  Borrower-Jax was on the desk, and Moon was dragging him by an iron grip on his wrist.  Moon was uncharacteristically frumpled and steaming mad.

“What are you doing!”  Thistle jumped down onto the desk and pulled Jax out of Moon’s grip.  Jax cowered, looking chastised.  

“I caught that ruffian going through my things!” Moon said hotly.  “I-I, you know, I set up my wardrobe to, well, for my apology–I was going to apologize to you, so I was just in the process of making myself beautiful for that.  And I turn my back for one second and this–this–this–hooligan helps himself to my hairbrush!”

“I wasn’t going to steal it,” Jax insisted.  “Honest, I wasn’t.  I’m sorry.  Please don’t yell at me.  I was just touching it.”

“I don’t care if you weren’t going to steal it!  Don’t touch my things!”

“All right,” Marcy said.  She held her hands out placatingly–but she knew better than to touch Moon when he was upset.  “Just calm down.  We can talk about it.”  Despite Sierra’s confidence in her, Marcy figured that was… probably the full extent of how she could actually help, otherwise being relegated to watching and hoping she didn’t have to grab anyone.

“Moon!” Thistle said, flabbergasted.  “You’re mad at Jax for touching your hairbrush?  Not even stealing it, but touching it?”

“He had no right!”

Thistle sat Jax down behind him, then crossed his arms.  “Moon.  Stop acting like this.”

“Acting jealous?” he sneered.

“Yes!”

“Tell Jax not to touch my things!”

“Moon, I will, but–Look, it was just a hairbrush!  It’s not a big deal!  Stop being a drama queen!”

Moon burst into tears and fluttered away.  Thistle’s heart sunk into his stomach.  This was bad.  His friendship with Moon was getting worse, and he had no idea how to fix it.

Marcy watched Moon fly out the window and dive out of sight, not even bothering to pack up his wardrobe.  She felt horrible about how this was going, and cradled Thistle and Jax in her palms.

Thistle sighed and turned around, helping Jax back up.  “I’m sorry he yelled at you.  He shouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry I touched his hairbrush,” Jax said.  “I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t even see why it’s a big deal,” Thistle said.  “It’s not like you were going to do anything with a hairbrush.”

Jax bit his lip and looked away.  “Uh.  Yeah.”

Thistle stared at him.  “Unless… Jax… is there a reason why it would be a big deal?”

Jax’s ears pinned back to his head.  “Um… I…”

“Jax?!”

“I just wanted some of his hair!” Jax burst out.  “I wanted to make a third body and have it be like his!  It would have just been a few hairs!  He wouldn’t have even noticed if he hadn’t spotted me!  I want to sit in the moonlight and make magic, too!”

Thistle stared at him.

Jax scuffed his foot.  “Sorry.”

“His hair?” Marcy echoed.  “For wh….Oh.  Ooooh.  For his DNA?  Right?”

Thistle turned from Marcy to Jax.  “Jax…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that what you meant by copying me?  Did you clone me?  Did you take some of my hair when I wasn’t looking?”

Jax’s face went bright red.  “I’m sorry.”

Thistle let out a deep breath.  “Jax, you understand that cloning someone without their permission is a lot less of not a big deal than just touching someone’s hairbrush?  Right?”

Jax bit his lip.

“Right?!”

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal!  It’s not like it affects either of you at all!”

“Jax!” Thistle chastised.  “You can’t just steal someone’s hair and use it to clone them without asking and expect them to not be upset!”

“But you were happy to see me incarnated as a pixie!  It’s not like it’s a bad thing–right?”

Right.  They were dealing not only with a completely alien creature, with completely different ideas of morality–but a baby one at that, who still had to be taught how to interact with other people.

Thistle massaged his temples.  “This is–where to even begin.  This is a lot.”

“Go find Moon,” Marcy said, scooting Jax into her palm.  “I’ll stay here and try to explain this to Jax.”

Jax looked up at him through his eyebrows.  “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m–Maybe.  I don’t know.  Just… just stay here with Marcy for now, okay?”

***

He found Moon under a bush in the front yard, sitting with his knees to his chest, crying into his arms.

Thistle could probably count on one hand the number of times he’d seen Moon cry.  “Hey,” he said softly, ducking under the branches, bare feet padding in the dirt. 

Moon looked up, then away, ashamed.  He sniffled and wiped his face.  “I don’t want you to see me like this.  I’m too proud.”

“Well, that’s too bad.  I’ve already seen you, Mr. Pride.”  Thistle sat down next to him.  “Hey…  I think we both know this isn’t actually about the hairbrush.  Do you want to talk about it?  I’ll listen this time, instead of brushing you off.”

Moon kneaded his handkerchief.  His eyes were puffy–but he still managed to cry beautifully.  “It isn’t fair,” he whined.  “It’s not fair that he gets to be so carefree and make friends like it’s second nature!  I’ve been working so, so hard to–to… I don’t know.  Be more genuine.  Be a friend, instead of hiding behind lies.  But it’s so hard.  And then this guy comes along.”  He gestures to the house.  “And he’s just, apparently he’s just a better version of me.”

“Moon,” Thistle said sadly.  “No, come on.  Jax isn’t a better version of you.  That’s–it’s just not true.”

Moon sniffed loudly.  “That’s not–I mean, just look at him.  He can do everything I can do and then some.  He’s young and impressionable, enthusiastic and open and wholesome and energetic.  I’m none of those things.  He’s just more interesting than I am, now.  What am I going to do if you get bored of me?”

“I’m not going to get bored of you.  I’m sorry if I ever did anything to make you feel that way.  It wasn’t on purpose.  You’re great, Moon.  I like having you around.”

Moon gave a pained smile, looking at the ground and gently bumping Thistle with his shoulder.  “Probably a lot more when I’m not throwing little piss-fits, I imagine.”

Thistle giggled and bumped him back.  “A little, yeah.  I’m sorry, Moon.  Even if it didn’t seem like a big deal to me, it was obviously a big deal to you, and I should have seen that.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect, darling.  Except me of course.”  Moon wiped his eyes, smearing his eye makeup even further.  “I guess I felt… territorial, because I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing here if I’m not your favorite.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve just…spent so long pretending to be whatever someone else likes best that I don’t really know who I am when I’m just by myself.  And I had the worst introduction out of everyone here, so I guess I feel… like I have to prove that it’s worth letting me hang around.”

Thistle snickered.  “I don’t know about the worst introduction.  Severa tried to kill me.”

“Well…”

“Jewel hid for months and months and then had to be picked up out of the dust.”

“...Point taken.”  Moon groaned.  “Oh no, I’ve just done introspection.  The depths you force me to.”

Thistle smiled, took Moon’s hands, and pulled him up.  “But look, it didn’t kill you.  And I bet you feel better now.”

“I do sometimes forget things can get better instead of worse.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”  Thistle flickered his wings.  “We found out something about Jax, too.  Are you ready to go back and talk about what happened with them?”

“Only if you come with me.”

“Always.”

***

Marcy, meanwhile, had been prying Jax with questions to learn more.

Apparently Jax’s species picked up detritus leftover from other species to copy them–absorbing their DNA and, as far as she could tell based on his wording–residual magic that granted the hivemind access to some of the creature’s knowledge.  Which would explain how Jax had received a shotgun blast of information to learn a language and some basic details without even meeting a borrower.

She couldn’t figure out what sort of larval form he’d had, if any, that could have picked up some borrower hair to get him started.  He didn’t remember, of course, so maybe they’d never know.

It was incredibly difficult to pull her train of thought back on track to try and explain to Jax why being cloned would upset someone.  He obviously had no instinctual feeling of it being wrong or creepy, but in the end he seemed to accept Marcy’s explanation that it would make others feel bad, and he agreed that he didn’t want to make others feel bad.

“So from now on, no cloning anyone else without permission, okay?”

“Okay,” Jax said, scuffing his foot.  “I’m sorry.  I’ll ask next time.”

Thistle and Moon made their way back upstairs.

“Thistle,” Jax called nervously.  “Um, since I cloned you without permission, is it OK if I keep the pixie body, or do you want me to, um…”

Thistle stopped in his tracks.  “Um.  I don’t want you to kill my clone, if that’s what you’re asking.”  His clone would be sort of like family, wouldn’t it?  Either way, the thought of it dying upset him.

“Are you sure?” Jax offered.  “It wouldn’t be hard.  I could just-”

“I’m sure,” Thistle said quickly.  “Just–just don’t do it again, okay?”

Jax nodded.  “I will.  Won’t.  Thank you.  Sorry.”

Moon flew himself and Thistle back up onto the desk.  “You know, if you wanted to clone me, I might have let you if you’d just asked." Moon tossed his hair. "Who wouldn’t want to copy me?”

Jax swished his tail.

“...You can’t now, though.  You need to prove you’re trustworthy.  All you did by your approach was make me think you were up to something nefarious and get me all suspicious.”

“Sorry,” Jax said.  “I’m still learning.”

Moon smiled gently.  “I suppose I am, too.  I’m sorry for getting upset with you.  You’re very special, and I was afraid that would make people think me less special.  But it doesn’t have to be a competition.”

Jax beamed and clung to Moon’s arm.

“All right, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”  Moon shook him off.

When they were done with their conversation, Thistle beckoned them to come into the living room.  Among the lineup with Thistle’s house and Severa’s, there were two new small wooden houses, blank and ready to be painted.

“So, Jax, you’re going to need a big place to sleep if you’re going to have, er… multiple people sleeping.  And Moon.  Well, you never got a house.”

“You offered, if you recall.  I’d said no.”  He looked chagrin.

“Well, tough.”  Thistle held out one of his very small paintbrushes.  “Give it a try.  If you don’t like it when we’re finished, you don’t have to keep it.  But I bet having a place to call your own, physically here in the house, will make you feel a lot less insecure about your place here.”

Moon looked from Thistle’s house, to Severa’s beside it, to the hole in the wall beyond that Thistle had decorated for the borrowers with a small welcome mat, to Jewel in the fishtank above.

“And who knows?  Maybe if you stop pretending you’re too cool to do the arts and crafts with us, you’ll find something you like that isn’t just Being Thistle’s favorite.”

Moon’s wings wilted.

“Come on, Moon.  I like you, and I like having you around.  But I want you to be happy outside of me, too.  I don’t want your self-worth to depend entirely on my opinion of you.  I don’t want you to get hurt like that.”

Moon thought for a moment, then smiled again.  “Well, when you put it that way…  All right.  I’ll give it a try.  Give me the brush.”

***

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[midnighttheroies]

Helluva Boss Theory “Stolas and Blitz Relationship”

i’ve been wanting to do this post for so long and now i finally get too after seeing enough evidence to make my case

a very brief rundown of their relationship

stolas and blitz knew each other as childhood friends, however it was an arrangement done by stolas shitty dad because he “didn’t want to deal with him”, and blitz shitty dad forced him into doing his dirty work by tricking stolas into giving away most of his items around the castle, but at the end, we see the two bonding a little and formed at least some sort of friendship with each other

years later they reconnected, with blitz only wanting the book, and stolas, desperate for real love, makes a deal, once a month on the full moon, they both have sex and blitz gives the book back to him, and then for the rest of the month, blitz get’s to keep it the rest of the time

when did it start to become more complicated?

i personally think it was around ep 5 where things began to get complicated between the two, and feelings started to spike, like when striker ask’s about his relationship between him and stolas, blitz get’s flustered and embarrassed, which is not usual for him, and we can even see M&M smirking at each other, rolling their eyes, etc.., and i think that says a lot, considering that moxxie and millie are very happily married couple, so i think they can see the signs when someone is clearly starting to develop feelings

then in ep 6 and 7, we got to see their was a shit load more then we all thought, in ep 6, during blitz acid trip, we see stolas in his trip, and how he views him and their position, with stolas sitting in a thorn, and blitz in chains, being dragged up by him, and him being slightly flustered about it, i’ve seen alot of people’s theories of this and the meaning behind it, and here’s mine, blitz views he’s relationship with stolas being superior to him, royal, regal and above him in everything, meanwhile, in blitz’s mind, he thinks stolas views him as his “impish little plaything”, someone who he likes sexually, nothing more, and considering that stolas has the one thing that keep his business going, the book, he feels chained to him, and it could also means he feels like property to stolas, instead of a love partner, which is how most royals view imps, lower then them

and in ep 7, it showed us alot more, and it just confirmed that blitz does care about stolas, even if he doesn’t show it, like when he drives him home when even though stolas can make a portal, when he nearly cries at the thought of stolas trying to pretend as though they are a couple, and he even apologizes for not having sex with stolas even though he really had no reason to apologize in the first place, and while he’s scrolling through his phone, we see the most recent picture of him and stolas cuddling, with a soft smile on blitz face

and in the newest episode of season 2, we see little moments between the two, how they bicker at each other, how slightly more hostile they are towards each other, and the little flirting moments they have, and how blitz was literally fucking mesmerized by human stolas, which is kinda big considering he thinks all humans are fucking gross and ugly, even his own daughter human form is awful to him

(to be fair though, stolas couldn’t be ugly even if he tried lol)

in stolas point of view, it’s different, in ep 5, we can see he’s as flirty and clingy as ever to blitz, but in a very sexual way, nothing really have off the idea that stolas was actually in love with blitz until ep 7,when stolas is alone watching soap operas while eating cereal in his red robe 

(that’s a mood Gabriella)

and when he gets the call from blitz asking him out on a “date”, his whole mood changes, along with his usual flirty persona, he got dressed up, wore makeup and even made a whole ass entrance just to impress blitz, and during the ENTIRE TIME, he’s socially awkward as fuck and a complete nervous wreck, and he’s tries to desperately to have an actual conversation with him without it being sexual, this was stolas’s first real date with someone he actually liked and the fact that it wasn’t actually a date and blitz was just using him to get inside to spy on moxie and Millie is even more upsetting

and in season 2 ep 1, we get the backstory between the two and it really reveals what kind of person stolas is, he’s not the type to purposefully hurt a loved one, which is why he cheated on stella, he wouldn’t have cheated if their marriage was real, but it wasn’t, their relationship was arranged, not to mention stella is very abusive and toxic, the only thing that kept him going through the abuse and awful trapped marriage was his daughter, and when blitz came into his life again, he let himself believe what they had was real and intimate, but then he came to realize that what was between them was a “comfortable lie”, something he can fantasize about to help him get through the day and to finally have something look forward too, but that ended up being a lie too, literally all of stolas relationships have been him being used, his dad only using him for complete his royal duties, stella using him for his status and as her punching bag, blitz for his own personal gain, literally the only true relationship he has with anyone is his daughter Octavia, 

stolas doesn’t know how to show love, and since their relationship started sexual, stolas thought that was how he was supposed to act, but he unintentionally hurt blitz, especially at ozzie’s when he hid his face, but he wasn’t ashamed of blitz in that moment, it was more-so embarrassed that his bad laundry was being aired out in front of everyone and didn’t know how to handle it, but we can tell he deeply regretted hurting blitz like that, when he tries to offer blitz to spend some more time together, blitz lashes out on him, accusing him of only using him for his sexual gain, and then drives off, leaving stolas alone to cry to himself and get drunk

now, in season 2 ep 2, since the episode was focused on octavia, we didn’t really see alot of stolas and blitz, but we did get to glimpse of it, first all, stolas isn’t flirty and as sexual with him anymore, and not once does he call him “blitzy”, just blitz, and during their little banter about the memorizing the spells, stolas actually claps back at him, instead of laughing or downplaying his insults like he usually does, 

and when blitz is preforming in stage and stolas laughs at his joke, he winks at him, which causes stolas to blush and get flustered, not to mention when stolas turns into his human form, blitzo entire demure change's for a few seconds, like the man is star-strucked by how outrageously good-looking stolas is in his human form, and keep in mind, blitzo thought his own daughter’s human form was awful, he thinks humans are ugly and gross, STOLAS IS THE EXCEPTION TO THIS!!!

Can this relationship improve?

yes, it can, because now we see exactly what the issues are between them, blitz is traumatized from his previous relationships and while he craves intimacy and love, he’s terrified of it because of the hurt and betrayal it comes with, and he doesn’t want to be in a position where he feels beneath someone

stolas is in a similar position as blitz, but he isn’t really afraid of intimacy, he’s just never experienced genuine love and relationships before and he doesn’t know how to approach it

right now, things between them are very, very awkward, and we’re not completely sure on how things are gonna be when the full moon comes, i don’t think they’ll pretend as though ozzie’s never happened, to many things happened their to the point where it shouldn’t be downplayed

if these two want a healthy relationship with each other, they have to communicate, which is something both of them don’t know how to do, but once they do, i feel like their confession will be messy, it won’t be an “aww, that’s so wholesome” it’ll be more of a “holy shit THIS IS FUCKING REAL AND HEARTBREAKING”!!

and honestly communication isn’t the only thing they need for this to become an actual healthy relationship, they also beed to work through their trauma, with blitz learning to love again and healing from his past, and with stolas unlearning the things he picked on up in his abusive relationship with stella, cause i know once he get’s out of that situation, he’s gonna be in a really mad place mentally, cause now that’s he’s out of that toxic relationship, he has to heal from the abuse, but i do think they can make it work, but it would be very slow, and rocky, and heartfelt the entire time

let me know what you guys think

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday - To the Shore

hey, check it out, actually doing a main fic thing! mainly cos my brane is still stuck in the middle of chapter 4 of Seven Days, and i'm getting real tired of its shit. so tired of it that, apparently, i'm writing back on my main fic.

tagging the coemancer crew, and anyone else if you want to share a WIP.

anyway, something fuzzy and warm for today's WIP wednesday. i've skipped a bit ahead, but not too far. still trying to plot out some major plot points and how that's all going to happen.

if you want to read To the Shore from the beginning, check it out here.

there's also the backstories, Anamnesis here. i'll be putting some some spicy backstories soon, but it'll be in a different fic since i don't want to muddy the tags for the OG backstories.

and, Seven Days, if my brane ever gets chapter 4 finished.

on with the sneak peek!

“I want a bunk bed,” Cora said.

Sam smiled, “I think we can do that, right Hwa?” he asked as he turned to her.

Hwa smiled, “Of course. Why a bunk bed?”

“So, I can put my plushies on top!” Cora answered.

“Makes sense,” Hwa nodded, “yeah, no problem.”

“And, I want a computer, of course. Have you seen the new processors that came out recently? Some of them can get up to a couple petaflops!” Cora gushed. “I’ve got the specs written down,” she announced as she rummaged through her backpack

Sam looked in askance at his daughter, “That might be pretty expensive, gumdrop,” he said, attempting to temper her enthusiasm.

Hwa grinned at the girl, the first real smile she’d had in weeks. “Don’t worry about computers. I’ve already got some specc’d out for the both of us.”

“Hey, don’t I get to have a say?” Sam interrupted. 

Hwa moved over to stand by Cora’s side and the two looked at each other, then looked back to Sam. “Umm…Dad, would you even know what we’re talking about?” Cora asked.

He grunted and shook his head. “Fine, you two do whatever. No illegal stuff, though, got it?”

“Yessss,” both answered sarcastically.

“Good,” he said as Cora raced down to her berth in the lower deck. Sam crossed the way and put his arm around Hwa’s waist. “It’s good to see you smiling again, darlin,” he said as he kissed her cheek.

She leaned against his chest, “I’m sorry. I know it’s been hard on the both of you,” she said.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he said as he gave her waist a squeeze. “I’m glad we’re going back to Ternion. I kinda missed working on the homestead.”

The term made her smile, “Homestead, huh? Your Akila is showing,” she ribbed him.

“Well now, miss, I reckon that as an Akila man, born and raised, we should rightly call our home a homestead. It only sounds right and proper,” Sam said, laying it on thick.

Hwa laughed as Sam cocked his hat to her. They both heard Cora moan from the lower deck, “Daaddd! That’s terrible!” she shouted. He grinned even wider.

“Really, though, we should come up with a name,” Hwa said.

A herd of small horses was heard on the lower deck as Cora made her way back and up the ladder. “I want to name it!” she shouted.

Hwa and Sam looked at each other, both seeing agreement on the other’s face. “Sure, gumdrop. What do you want to name the homestead?”

“Pemberley!” Cora said excitedly.

Sam looked quizzically while Hwa chuckled, “It’s Mr. Darcy’s estate,” Hwa explained.

“I remember that now, thought it sounded familiar,” Sam said, scratching his head.

“You don’t like it,” Cora said, crestfallen.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that, well, I don’t think we’re a ‘Pemberley Estate’ sort of family,” Sam explained.

“We could be if we wanted to be,” Cora wheedled, pouting a bit.

“Cora, I don’t think I could be an ‘Estate’ person if I tried,” he said, trying not to be too harsh.

“How about a compromise,” Hwa interjected, “Pemberley Homestead,” she suggested.

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Kinktober Day 2 // Han Solo X Reader

Prompt: A/B/O // Floor Sex

Note: I’ve had the BIGGEST thing for Mr. Solo recently and find the lack of content for him disturbing. Anyways this came out as almost a full fic so enjoy!

Warnings: Fighting, AFAB reader, Oral!fem receiving, face sitting, spelling and grammar mistakes, bad writing, tense wise i’m all over the fucking place Han being a little shit

word count: 1k

“That was some fucking landing.” You huffed, plopping down on the bench next to the holo table, a disapproving scowl adorning your face.

“Well in case you didn't notice, sweetheart, I was a little tight on space.” Han snapped back, stomping in from the cockpit, yanking off each of his gloves with frustration before throwing them down on the table. 

“It wouldn't have been if you'd just listened to me and not charged head first into a fleet of kriffing tie fighters!” 

“Hey,” He said, a finger pointed accusingly in your face. “I got us out didn't I? We’re alive huh!” 

“Yeah? And who’s gonna get stuck cleaning all the carbon scoring off the top of the Falcon? Or finding some cover-up so the Empire doesn't know what ship that was, Huh?!” You shouted, leaning closer, your scowling face inches from his. Each breath fled heavy from your lungs, the adrenaline from a near escape still running hot through your veins. Han’s hard eye’s held your gaze, leaving you feeling even more flushed and annoyed by the moment. 

“I got us out safe,” He insisted, “I’d be a little more grateful if I were you.” You stare stunned at him, the absolute gall! Was he truly that stupid, or was he really that desperate to get a rise out of you? Either way, you were done with his bantha crap. Standing up with a scowl, you made to stride past him.

“Why, you no good, kriffing-” A large calloused hand gripped your wrist, gentle but firm, pulling you back towards him. 

“What? Go on?” He urged. You just rolled your eyes as he held your hands in his, thumb swiping back and forth across your knuckles soothingly. “Ya know, it’s really a shame,” He sighed. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry and you won't even look at me.” 

With a playful annoyance, you stole a hand back to swat Han on the shoulder. “You’re not getting back in my good graces now, Mr!” Despite yourself, you smirked at his words, the thrill of near escape still beating beneath your skin, excitement itching at your fingertips, desperate for an outlet. 

Han would never admit that anything shakes him up anymore, after this long on the job, but you know it does. With his body mere centimeters from yours, you could feel the same excitement thrumming through him, the thrill and the fear begging for somewhere to go. 

“I don’t suppose I could make it up to you?” Han purred, trying to sound nonchalant, pursing his lips in that goofy way of his. You shook your head with a soft smile, your anger dispersing.

“Come here you,” Grasping his face in your hands, you pulled him towards you, your soft lips finding him and kissing him as if you'd never get enough. Han’s hands found your waist, pulling you up against the strong support of his body, where you could fully relax into his embrace. 

As your kisses became more heated, your touches more intimate and hurried, Han moved you back towards the holo table, sitting you down on the edge of the bench before kneeling in front of you with a devilish smirk. A fire of arousal sparks between your thighs and Han hooks his fingers in the waist of your pants. 

“Can we get rid of these?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You quickly nod, words falling off your lips before you can even form them. Helping him to kick off your pants and undergarments, it’s was mere moments before he’s spreading your thighs apart and staring down at you with a lust-blown gaze. “Well, you can’t be that mad at me if this is how worked up you get.” Han teased, kneading the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Less talking, more apologizing.” You groaned and pushed his head towards where you need him the most. 

“You’re the boss.” He murmured, beginning to place teasing kisses on your thighs, his fingers slowly creeping up towards your soaked cunt. His hot breath fanned over you and your hips pushed forward on their own accord, singing out for his touch. Han trailed his forefinger through your soaked lips, parting your folds with an appreciative hum and you let out a great shuddering breath. 

Finally, he licked a board stripe up your cunt and it’s all you can do to bite your lips and thread your fingers through his hair. 

“Just like that, baby.” You sighed. Han hummed in response, the vibrations cutting through your body, making your toes curl with pleasure. His fingers found your entrance, stretching you out deliciously as he sucked on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge by the second. 

You pushed your hips further forward, chasing after the pleasure only he could give you, craving more and more until you’re on the edge of the bench. 

“More, I just need a little-” With a shriek, you found yourself on the hard metal floor of the Falcon, having scooted all the way off and practically fallen on top of Han who was shaking with laughter. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, his face lighting up with a smile and his hands coming to rest on the outside of your thighs. You covered your face in embarrassment, your shoulders also shaking with giggles.

“Yes, yes I’m alright.” You got out between fits of laughter. “You though! You let me fall!” You teased. 

“I did no such thing!” He defends, hands stroking up and over your hips. “I caught you didn't I?” 

You shook your head with a soft smile as you moved to sit back on the bench. “Oh maker-”

“Hey, where ya going? Party’s down here now sweetheart.” And so, on the floor of the Millennium Falcon, Han solo sat you on his face and lapped at your cunt like a man starved. The pleasure built and built as his hands exploring your body and his lips wrapped around your clit Before you know what hit you, the pleasure overwhelmed your body and your orgasm overtook you. Currents of electricity flowed through you as you cried and convulsed in Han’s arms. 

“Alright, Solo,” You sighed, making to lay next to him on the cool floor of the ship. “You’re back on my good side again.” Han snaked an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. 

“Works every time.” 

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[copiasghoulfriend]

Rollercoaster of Emotions - E.M

Pairing: Eddie x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Drug mention, harassment, fighting, depression, fluff and underage drinking (if I forgot anything I apologize)

Summary: You broke up with Steve and start spending time with your dealer, Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3.2K

I knew Steve Harrington for years not through school because I wasn’t in the same district but through Scoops Ahoy. He used to flirt with me and my friends for hours. One day, my best friend dared him to ask me out. And, with that the rest is history. But, recently our relationship hasn’t been the best. Constant fights and stupid arugments. He’s been bragging about some bitch named Nancy Wheeler. I let his obsession with her go on for a few weeks before I decided it needed to stop. Steve invited me to his annual party before the new school year. I was basically naked attending this party. But, I knew she’d be there. I showed up late as usual but it was perfect timing because I saw my favorite dealer outside smoking a cigarette.

“Hey there, freak.” I whispered in his ear, nearly scaring the shit out of him.

“What did I tell you about sneaking up on me, Y/N” He replied, blowing his smoke in my face.

“Eddie, sweetheart. You know you love me sneaking up on you. I’m your favorite customer.” I giggled while blowing him kisses before opening the door to Steve’s house.

The party was hopping with people I’ve never seen before. I saw Robin and her girlfriend Vickie hanging out by the punch bowl. I could feel all the ugly little sheep looking at me. I’ve yet to come across Steve. It was making my blood boil at this point. I didn’t have to go to Hawkins High to know some of these idiots. Jason Carver was the biggest asshole in the city of Hawkins. He was extremely rude to Eddie which really upsets me.

“Hi Jason, I’m your biggest fan. Can we chat?” I asked, looking up at him on the stairs.

As soon as he came down the stairs, I punched him in the mouth. His little puppy dog friends came running down and tried to support him.

“You’re the biggest scumbag, Jason. I don’t know what Chrissy sees in you. And, by the way - that’s for bullying Eddie. Do it again and I’ll do more than punch you in the face.” I said squatting down to his level.

“Yeah, well listen here bitch. Your little lover boy is planning on leaving you for Nancy fuckin wheeler. It’s been the talk all week. So eat shit.” He replied, spitting out blood on the floor.

I pushed through the football boys and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. If he wasn’t down stairs mingling he was up here with Nancy. I walked down the hall quite quickly and pressed my ear to his door. He was definitely in there. I took a few moments to gather myself for whatever was going to happen and burst through the door. Steve was shirtless and kissing who I assume was Nancy. They both turned their heads and gasped. Steve instantly was hit with grief.

“I-I can explain! I - shit. I should be truthful for once. I’m so sorry. Nancy came into my life at a time I really needed someone. I mean, you were there too. But, with the fighting and everything. I needed someone else. With that being said - I think we’re over. You can stay if you want - I won’t force you to leave. Again, I’m so sorry. I wish this could have gone smoother.” He stated, holding Nancy by her waist.

My whole vision went red and I was engulfed with anger. I grabbed something from Steve’s desk by the door and tossed it at him while flipping him off.

“Fuck you Harrington!” I yelled walking back into the hallway and making a scene at the top of the stairs.

Everyone was looking at me and I ran down the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen and started drinking whatever I could get at. I took some shots with random students while seeing Eddie walking in from the backyard. He slowly walked over to me and patted me on the shoulder. He was tipsy and smelt like marijuana. I gave him a look and he threw his arm around my shoulder.

“See what happens when you date popular people? You need to find someone like me, baby.” He said giggling and burping.

I chugged a few more beers down and took Eddie out to the backyard. It was a clear starry night with no clouds in sight. Eddie wrapped his hands around my waist and held me. He put his chin on my shoulder and rocked us back and forth. Suddenly, he pushed me into the Pool and I screamed.

“What the hell, Eddie! If you’re gonna be a prick at least join me!” I yelled slowly, finally the booze hitting me all at once.

He took his shirt off and jumped in, I covered my face from his splash. I floated around him and laughed. Eddie was struggling to keep his eyes on me as I kept swimming around him. I stood up slowly and walked up to him. He looked handsome in the pool lights. His hair was flopped on his face - his curls straightening from the wetness. He pulled me towards him with his hands on my waist. My heart was beating so fast not because I was scared but because I never realized that I had feelings for him. The feelings I had for Steve were just more powerful and with us losing touch and all the time I was spending with Eddie. They must have finally come through.

“Y/N, I know I’m so fucking drunk at the moment. But, fuck I want to kiss you so bad. Your lips look so soft and you look so beautiful right now. I seriously can’t help it.” He said holding my face in his hands.

My eyes shot down to his lips and back up to his eyes. I leaned in slowly and planted my lips on his. They were warm and soft. He did more than kiss me, we basically were making out in Steve’s pool. I pulled away to get some air and catch my breath.

“Eddie.. I didn’t know you could kiss like that. I would have kissed you sooner if I knew you were that good.” I mentioned biting my lip.

I started to shiver in the pool and he noticed. Eddie got out of the pool first and helped me out. There were towels already out here, and he helped wrap me up in one. He sat down and he pulled me to sit between his legs. His arms wrapped around me and tried to warm me up.

“Hey - uh Y/N… I don’t know if you’re up for this but would you like to come back to my place? Nothing sexual has to happen. I thought you could use someone to be with. If you don’t want to, I can make sure you get home safely.” He whispered while holding my hand.

“I would love that Eddie. I don’t want you to think I’m using you especially after the break up with Steve.” I replied softly.

“Sweetheart, I knew you and Steve wouldn’t last long. I could sense it every time we hung out. He acted like you didn’t exist at school. At least I can tell you that I noticed that you and I have gotten much stronger.” He said helping you up off the chair.

I threw my towel in the pool as my last fuck you to Steve. Eddie snuck me around the outside of the house to where his bike was laying. He reassured me that he was able to bike home. I sat on the handlebars as I helped direct him back to the trailer park. Eddie sped up his speed when he turned the corner to his trailer. He accidentally hit a pothole and sent us both flying in the air. Eddie came running over to me when he heard me moaning from the cuts and scrapes that I got. He helped me up and ran me inside to attend to my bleeding wounds. He cleaned me up and got me some pajamas from his closet. I wore his special hellfire shirt. It was extremely long and baggy on me but it felt comfy and some old sweatpants. His room was very messy and he tried to act like it was stress clutter.

My eyes glanced at his clock on his nightstand and it said 2:30am. I yawned softly and Eddie pulled me onto his bed. He threw some covers over us and pulled me into a cuddle. After a few seconds he fell into a slumber and I was left wide awake. My mind was racing from all the events that happened earlier. I could feel the soberness coming back on. My eyes closed slowly and I fell asleep in Eddie’s arms.

That next morning I woke up late, and I rolled over and saw that I was sleeping with..Eddie. I gasped and tried to figure out what exactly happened last night after the break up with that asshole. I lifted the covers and was so relieved that I had clothes on. Eddie slowly opened his eyes and was shocked that I was there.

“Well, it seems like we had a great night.” He said, sounding groggily.

“Do you remember what happened last night Eddie? I didn’t mean to invade your space or anything. I barely remember anything.” I replied softly.

“I remember bits and pieces. I know we..made out. I helped you out after falling off the bike. But other than that, I don’t remember much.” He said, rubbed my arm.

“I know your uncle doesn’t particularly like me so I can go if you want. I hope my clothes are dry.” I added sitting up in his bed.

“Well, I don’t care what my Uncle thinks of you. You don’t have to go but if you have too, I’ll drive you home. I’ll have to go fetch my van if that’s the case.” He mentioned while sitting up and the covers falling off of his body.

He slept without a shirt on and his torso was sort of fit for his size. He scooted over and got dressed and kissed my forehead before he left. After he left, I quietly got my clothes from his living room and got dressed. My clothes were damp but I could deal with it for an hour or so. It didn’t take Eddie long to come back. He came in, offered me breakfast if I was hungry and took me home. The ride home was quiet but random pop ups of conversation happened at times.

“Hey… so I uh…was thinking about what had happened last night. What does that make us Y/N? I’m sure you don’t want to rush into anything but if there’s something growing then I’ll hold on to it. I’ll wait for you. I’m not like Steve, I promise.” He said tapping his fingers on the wheel.

“Eddie, I think we both know that there are feelings growing between us. It’s been obvious but because I was with Steve.. We couldn’t do anything. Now that I'm single we can see where things go if you’d like.” I replied looking out of the window.

After that conversation, we just listened to music. I helped him navigate to my house as he pulled up to my driveway. I said my goodbyes and kissed his cheek as I got out of his truck. I waved goodbye as he drove off and I let out a big sigh. My parents weren't home so I ran upstairs to clean out all of the things that I had from Steve. While cleaning up there was one picture of Steve and I from Halloween. We looked so happy. I took the photo from the frame and boxed everything else up and put them in the garage. After showering I walked out into my backyard and lit the photo of us on fire. I watched as it slowly burned. It was my way of officially cutting ties. It would never be the same. My family may be upset by the change but it only mattered to me. Wayne Munson and my parents hated each other. I’m not sure why but I thought it was over money.

Later on that day, my family came back home from visiting my aunts house out of state. I pulled my parents to the side and told them the news about Steve. They were so heartbroken. My dad offered to call him up and demand he leave Nancy and take me back. I was so nervous about mentioning Eddie but I had too. My mom cried over the news of Eddie. Dad scolded me and told me if he ever saw us together that I would be disowned. I stormed off because everything that was said about Eddie was bullshit. That night I ate my dinner in my room as a protest. Eddie was on my mind so I decided to call him. We chatted about how my parents took the news, bands and music and just anything that came to mind. He told me that he was going to take me out on a date to the movies to see the new Halloween movie. The best thing about Eddie, he loved horror movies just like me.

That week after school I would sneak over to see Eddie and watch him and his D&D friends play and just be cute geeks. Eddie allowed me to sit on his lap during his campaigns. After the session was over, Eddie and I walked to the parking lot so he could drive me home. The basketball game also just let out so there were a shit ton of students in the parking lot. I heard Steve in the background but completely ignored him.

“Hey, freak! I love that you want my sloppy seconds. It wasn’t even that good anyways. You could do better, Munson!” He yelled across the parking lot.

“Shut your goddamn mouth Harrington!” Eddie yelled looking to comfort me.

“You know what freak, you’re just as bad as her! You deserve each other.” He screamed with hate.

I never saw Eddie this mad but telling him to forget it just wasn’t cutting it. Eddie stormed over to Steve and watched him slam punches into Steve’s face. Steve swung a couple of fists back but Eddie backed away. He was bleeding from his nose. I ran up to him and he assured me that he was fine. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me inside. Eddie gave the scariest death stare to Steve as he got in the truck. He turned on the small light in the vehicle and looked at his wounds. I reached over to rub his arm but he pulled back. He put the key into the ignition and sped out of the parking lot. I didn’t know what to do so I just looked out the window. We both agreed to let me out a few blocks away from my house to avoid unnecessary drama from my parents. As we pulled up to our usual spot I looked at him with watery eyes.

“Thanks for the ride Eddie, I really do appreciate it. I’m sorry things got out of —” I said while getting interrupted. 

“Listen, I get all the issues but right now it’s kind of a lot. I’m not the fighter type and look what happened. Don’t take all of this to heart - I’m just really riled up and super angry. You’ve never seen me like this, I know. So, I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said harshly.

I slowly got out of his van and watched as he sped away. The dust was filling around me and I broke into tears. I eventually made it back home. The only person awake was my brother and he didn’t question anything. I ran into my room and slammed the door. Tears were flowing down my face and I grabbed Eddie’s shirt and held it close. A few hours later, the phone rang past our normal range of time. I answered it without thinking about anything. Eddie was on the line crying and trying to apologize for his behavior. We spoke briefly before hanging up but he wanted to meet up before school in the morning. I fell asleep and managed to stay asleep for the entire night.

The next morning I tried to get myself ready quickly and even decided to wear a bit of makeup which was different. It was finally movie date night and I was very excited. I got to see Eddie twice today which was a really great treat. My parents made pancakes which I only had a few bites of because I was so excited. I practically ran out the door and waited in our meetup spot. Eddie showed up not much longer after. He pulled over and ran around the truck and hugged me so tight that I thought I was going to burst.

“I’m so glad to see you. I hope I didn’t upset you last night. I wasn’t in the right mindset. But, we get to finally go on our date tonight. I’m really excited.” He whispered in my ear, still holding on to me.

“I only cried for hours, Eddie. It really upset me because you mean a lot to me. I can’t wait for our date though.” I said softly and saw his face changing expression quickly.

“Well, how about…we skip school today and make today something for our memories.” He mentioned giggling like a kid.

I nodded and watched him get so excited. He had plans to show me cool places and treat me like the princess I am. He showed me lovers' lake, skull rock (where we actually smoke a lot of weed) and ended up at the Palace to play endless arcade games. The day went by so quickly it was hard to believe that it was almost time to watch the movie I’ve been so excited for. Eddie bought snacks and popcorn and I got to choose the seats. I was surprised that this movie was sold out. Eddie fell for jumpscares throughout the movie. He made a move and we somewhat cuddled up together. It was the perfect date. The movie was over and I couldn’t believe how happy Eddie was with the movie. We walked down the dark alleyway back to his truck. As we approached Eddie's truck, I got the nerve up to say what I was thinking.

“Eddie, I have something to tell you.” I blurted out randomly.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Spill the deets!” He replied putting all of his focus on me.

“Well, after everything - I’ve decided that I think I’m in love with you.” I replied looking into his brown eyes.

He didn’t say a word but grabbed my face and kissed me.

“That makes me so happy, Y/N because I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re in my life now.” He said resting our foreheads together.

[hyuge]

Loving You Means the End for Me

Keys jingled against the lock as Katsuki unlocked the front door to his apartment. He shuffled the brown paper grocery bag to his hip and tucked a bouquet of roses under his chin as he turned the knob on the door, pushing it open to reveal a quiet apartment. Walking inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and stepped out of his shoes in the entryway. “Hey babe, I’m home,” he called into the hallway, followed by silence. Katsuki glanced around, eyes roaming over the pictures on the walls. Smiling faces stared back at him and he rearranged the shopping bag and the flowers in his arms as he made his way towards the kitchen to set them on the counter.

“Look, I know I’ve been busy lately, but I promise I didn’t forget. I’m just running a little behind. The city can’t save itself, after all.” He knew Eijirou was home, but he was still greeted with silence, sighing as he pulled a vase out of the cabinet to set the flowers in. He had stopped at the local florist, as was tradition at this point. Katsuki filled the vase with water and took the flowers out of the packaging made of decorative paper the florist had wrapped them in, setting them in the water. He was never really a fan of roses, they were too generic for his taste, but he knew how much Eijirou loved red. His husband had a fondness for roses from an anniversary years prior.

Katsuki gave them a sniff and smiled as he unpacked the groceries from the bag, placing them on the counter to make dinner. The dull sound of the television with the volume turned down was playing from the bedroom, where Eijirou was located. Katsuki could vaguely make out the news anchor talking about an accident that took place two years prior. “I promise, just because I forgot our anniversary one time, doesn’t mean I’ll ever forget it again.” He called out, loud enough for Eijirou to hear him in the bedroom. Katsuki picked up the deep green glass vase and carried it into the bedroom to show the roses to his husband.

“It’s been two years since the building collapse where he was gravely injured protecting a civilian. The reports stated he was unable to activate his quirk in time, causing the head injury that put him in a vegetative state. There have been no new updates with any hope that hero...”

As Katsuki walked into the bedroom smiling softly, he was reminded of an anniversary early on in their relationship.

Four years ago, he had been out on patrol after being away on a mission for two weeks. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he checked it to find a text from Eijirou asking if he was going to come home that night. Katsuki tapped a quick reply saying he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. Things had just been too hectic. It was likely that he would be out all night.

As soon as the message was sent, it was marked read and his phone started to ring. Eijirou’s dopey face was on full display on the screen and Katsuki answered the call, confused why his boyfriend was call him so suddenly.

“I thought you would at least come back for our anniversary,” said Eijirou as soon as the call connected. He was pouting.

“Shit!” Katsuki had been making plans for weeks, but because of the recent mission it completely slipped his mind. He never forgot important things like birthdays or anniversaries. Guilt panged at his stomach, making him feel sick. “I’m sorry Ei. Really, I am. I didn’t mean to forget!” Katsuki apologized profusely, but Eijirou was already upset and not listening to his pleas.

“It’s fine,” said Eijirou, clearly not fine. “We’re heroes. Work comes first.” Eijirou understood the lifestyle of a hero as well as anyone, but he still sounded hurt. Katsuki fucked up. God, he hated disappointing Eijirou more than anything. Eijirou hung up as quickly as he called.

Katsuki flipped through his phone, scrolling to find Best Jeanist’s number. He was two years into his sidekick work at The Genius Office and had earned more than enough clout with the pro hero to get a night off. He called his boss, begging to be let off for the night. Best Jeanist sighed but agreed with little argument. He was a reasonable man and Katsuki admired that about him. Katsuki hurried back to the agency, showering in their locker room quickly, before heading home.

On his way back to the small, one bedroom apartment he shared with Eijirou at the time, he stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers and some takeout for dinner. It didn’t make up for forgetting what day it was, but hopefully it was better than nothing. The florist made some crack about makeup flowers and Katsuki had to resist the urge to blow up the entire damn store. Apparently, he looked like every other desperate, forgetful boyfriend that had ever walked into her store. It only added to the building weight on his shoulders.

He entered his apartment in a rush, finding a forlorn-looking Eijirou sitting on the couch with a poorly wrapped gift on the coffee table. Eijirou was always terrible at wrapping, but he tried so very hard every time. Katsuki caught his breath at the sight. God, he loved that man so much. The poorly wrapped presents always made his heart melt. He crossed the room, setting the bag of to-go boxes and the flowers down on the coffee table, and taking a seat on the couch beside Eijirou.

“I swear, I didn’t mean to forget.” Katsuki apologized, grabbing Eijirou’s hands and giving each knuckle a peck of the lips. “I already have a present for you and everything.”

Eijirou’s brows lifted, but he didn’t say anything, committed to the pouting. Katsuki took that as his cue to go get the gift, leaving Eijirou on the couch and hurrying down the hall towards the linen closet. He flung the door open, rummaging through a stack of bedsheets, stretching his arm to the back of the shelf until his fingers grazed a small box. Katsuki freed his arm and shut the door, hurrying back to Eijirou’s side with gift in tow.

Katsuki took his seat on the couch once more, holding the small box out. “I promise I won’t ever forget again, no matter how busy hero work is.” He sucked his lip in, eyes darting back and forth as he studied Eijirou’s expression. “Forgive me?” He asked.

Eijirou hesitated, but nodded slowly, looking defeated. “Fine. I forgive you. This time.” His lips twitched, turning up into a crooked grin. Gingerly, he took the gift, unwrapping the delicate golden paper to reveal a small jewelry box. Eijirou lifted a brow, eyeing Katsuki skeptically, before opening it to see a pair of golden rings resting within. They shined in the glow of the lamp behind the couch, glittering ever so slightly.

Katsuki swallowed, heart racing in his chest. “I know we can’t really be open about our relationship, but I love you. Is... is it okay?”

Eijirou’s eyes widened, realization for what the rings meant taking over. “It’s better than okay!” He set the box aside, throwing himself onto Katsuki and showering him with kisses, smile wide.

Katsuki’s heart clenched, so thoroughly filled with love for the redhead on top of him. “Stay with me forever?”

“Always.” Eijirou breathed, peppering his jawline and throat with light, lustful kisses.

Katsuki smiled at the head of red hair lying in bed. He reached for the remote to shut off the television and moved across the room to set the flowers on the nightstand. “Hey,” he said softly as he took a seat next to the comatose version of his husband, hooked up to monitors and an IV drip, along with a respirator. Eijirou was sleeping peacefully in the hospice bed Katsuki had acquired for him.

Two years ago, Eijirou had dove in front of a crumbling building to save a woman in need. She was so far away that he couldn’t activate his quirk, or it would slow him down. He ran, pushing the woman out of the way and by then, it was too late. A large slab of concrete had hit him in the head. By the time the paramedics had reached the hospital, he’d been declared brain-dead. The doctors tried their hardest to bring him back, but he was unresponsive, and Katsuki couldn’t accept it. Countless heroes with healing powers came to his aid, but none succeeded.

He paid for home healthcare to keep Eijirou alive for as long as possible. A nurse came during the weekdays to tend to Eijirou while Katsuki was working, but the rest of the time, Katsuki did it himself. He made sure the IVs were always full, the machines were clean, his waste bags were emptied, and his body was washed. Eijirou had dramatically lost weight and muscle mass. His body was thin, muscles undefined, and cheeks sunken in. There was a red spot near Eijirou’s hairline – hair dye that Katsuki had missed cleaning up the last time he colored it. Every few months, Katsuki would painstakingly redye Eijirou’s hair in his bed once the roots got too long. He couldn’t risk his husband waking up one day to find his hair had suddenly returned to its natural blackened state.

Everyone tried to encourage Katsuki to move on – to put Eijirou in hospice if he insisted on keeping him alive – and move forward.

“It’s not healthy to hold on like this.”

“He’s not breathing on his own.”

“The doctors said he would never wake up.”

“You’re stuck in denial.”

“There’s no brain activity.”

“Please just come out with us. You never leave your house aside from work.”

“They seemed like your type. I just want you to be happy, Blasty.”

“You need to see a therapist.”

“He would want you to move on.”

“Don’t you think you’re making him suffer more like this?”

“Kacchan, you’re not processing the grief.”

“Kirishima’s not even a person anymore. He’s a living corpse.”

Katsuki refused them all. “Eijirou would never abandon me, so I won’t abandon him.” He told them repeatedly. Katsuki’s life had essentially become frozen in time for nearly two years. As long as Eijirou’s heart was still beating on its own, he would continue with the way things were. He wasn’t just going to abandon his husband. Eijirou had to suffer alone that day. Katsuki wouldn’t let him suffer alone again, not as long as his heart was still beating. There was no purpose in life without Eijirou.

The doctors had assured him there was no recovering, no possibility of Eijirou waking up, but the entirety of Katsuki’s life was lying motionless in the room they used to share with one another. Katsuki had converted the study into a spare bedroom. Every night he would tell Eijirou he loved him, shut off the bedroom light, and go to sleep on the small, single bed next to his computer desk. He wanted his husband to be as comfortable as possible, and there wasn’t room for their king-sized bed once his medical bed was wheeled into the room.

Nights were the loneliest. He no longer had those large, strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Eijirou was always like a furnace. Now, no matter how warm he kept his home, he always felt a little cold. The ache in his bones had taken up permanent residence within the marrow.

“Happy anniversary,” he told him, kissing Eijirou on the forehead, tears trailing down his cheeks. “I miss you every day. This world isn’t the same without your dumb, bright smile.” Katsuki choked out between sobs; his chest heavy. He hadn’t felt like he could truly breathe since before the accident. There was a perpetual weight pressing down on his sternum, threatening to crush him the way that building had crushed his husband. “I know you’re gone, but please come back anyway. It hurts to breathe without you.” As if on cue, there was another sharp pang with the breath he sucked in.

The only response was the dull, steady beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the respirator pumping oxygen into Eijirou’s lungs. No change – there was never any change. Katsuki sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He sucked a sharp breath and carded his hands through his hair before patting Eijirou on the arm and rising to his feet. “I’ll be in the kitchen making dinner if you decide you’re hungry.”

He pressed another long, soft kiss to Eijirou’s temple before walking away and shutting the bedroom door as he went.

[hankwritten]

they say, “no one’s going to save you, better make it on your own”

Day 4: TIL’ DEATH DO US PART (Bomb Voyage) warning for mentions of hate crimes

Tavish is dying.

He is lying in the alley behind the bar, and the blood is coming out of him too fast to even make a proper metaphor about it. There’s the sound of feet running, and of violence, but he doesn’t absorb it with all the pain in his abdomen.

Just as the encroaching dark is about to overtake him, a different and altogether sudden pain stabs him. His last thought before blackness is that he swears someone just pinched him on the neck.

***

He wakes in an apartment he doesn’t recognize.

“Ach…Jesus I feel terrible,” he says, trying to prop himself up on an elbow.

“I should think so. You’ve just been dead.”

There’s someone else with him. He whips his attention to the left, giving himself a headache in the process but now aware of the sharply dressed man in the corner of the room. Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it—the man is ungodly attractive, and familiar to boot.

Shit, Tavish really isn’t in a place to be ruminating on random men. Not when he still feels like he’s about to empty the contents of his stomach.

“Dead?” he asks. “What the bloody hell do you mean I’ve been dead?”

“Technically you still are, though more of the undead variety. I apologize, you were bleeding out, and it was either this or…let nature take its course. I made a snap decision.”

He’s holding his cigarette awkwardly, and Tavish has the strangest intuition that this man really doesn’t apologize lightly. Underneath the stiff formality, he does seem genuinely sorry.

“Though,” he goes on, “if you truly rather I hadn’t, a stake through the heart is still an option.”

“I…know you.”

“Somewhat.”

“A bunch of men tried to shank us?”

“Indeed.”

“Why can’t I remember anything else from last night?”

He shrugs. “Trauma related memory suppression, the copious alcohol you’d consumed beforehand; take your pick. Not to mention a recent Turning has its own host of symptoms.”

It’s all starting to come together. Tavish’s hand fumbles up to his neck, where a locus of pain that has been thrumming since his arrival at consciousness now makes itself unignorable. He lurches to his feet, finding the apartment’s bathroom quickly and slumping in front of the mirror.

His skin has taken on a grayish pallor. There’s a rip in his shirt, and his flitting memories from last night inform him that he was very much stabbed, but the skin underneath the tear is smooth and unscarred. What is not unscarred is the mark on his throat; two pinpricks of inky blackness, raised where he runs his fingers over them. The veins around them are pulsating with ichor, radiating out into his body.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers. “You turned me into a bloody vampire.”

“As I said,” the man agrees. The note of defensiveness is back.

Tavish turns on him. “How do we know each other?”

Clearly, the stranger has not been looking forward to this conversation.

“We met last night at the bar,” he begins.

Tavish remembers. Vaguely. Seeing him across it, paying for a few drinks…

“Then we went out back to…further our acquaintanceship.”

Thinking that the stranger was maddeningly good looking, that he’d let himself slip just this once. Tasting the other man’s gin on the insides of his mouth.

Tavish groans. “Fuck. No wonder they tried to kill us.”

The stranger flinches.

“This,” Tavish stammers. “This can’t be happening. I need to go home, I need to-”

“You absolutely cannot go home,” the vampire cuts him off.

Vampire. So many things make sense now. The fact that while he was exploring the other man with his tongue he swore he felt unnaturally sharp canines.

“Why not?” Tavish huffs.

“Do you have anyone at home? Or any friends that would come to check on you?”

“I live with me mum, aye.”

“And when you lose control of yourself, as all young Turned eventually do—when you cave to base cravings, is your mother strong enough to hold you off? Would she be able to kill you before you killed her? That is the best case scenario, the one where you don’t have the blood of those you love most on your hands.”

Another memory, of when the group of men attacked. After Tavish had taken the first hit, he’d been able to see the fallout, of the vampire fighting back. Was able to get a front row seat to the sheer speed at which he tore through the humans, splattering viscera on the wall as he went. Tavish imagines himself like that. Imagines his poor, fragile mother hounded by a nightmare version of himself.

He shudders.

“You see,” the vampire goes on. “Anyway, I must be heading off.”

“Wait,” Tavish sputters. “What? Why?”

“It is…inappropriate for a young Turned and their Originator to be around each other during this delicate transitional process. I’ve found it breeds feelings of resentment. Call me up in a decade or so, and I’m sure we’ll be able to form a much healthier bond.”

“But…”

The vampire swings on his coat.

“There’s blood bags in the fridge. I recommend staying out of polite society for the next two to three weeks, until the worst of your bloodlust has worn off. Keep the apartment if you like. I have plenty. Adios.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

Tavish spends the next several hours walking the apartment: agonizing over calling his mother, agonizing over his fate, trying to ignore a deep hunger that seems to be building inside him. He wouldn’t go blood crazy. He wouldn’t.

Would he? It’s not like he’s been good at mastering his drinking habits the past thirty-five years of his life.

He sighs, and puts the phone back on the receiver for the fifth time. He paces. He tries to eat one of the bags in the fridge and gets it all over his shirt and the intoxicating smell makes him black out for half an hour. Maybe it’s good he’s staying inside.

But as the night comes in and Tavish finds himself sitting on the toilet seat concentrating really hard about turning into a bat, he admits he can’t do this on his own. What right does that bastard have to turn him into a vampire and then just run? Tavish should confront him, make him help him through all this. At the very least squeeze him for more instructions than just “eat my fridge full of blood.”

The only lead Tavish has is the bar they met at, so he scoops the apartment keys off the hook by the door and heads out into the city.

He really hopes the vampire hasn’t skipped town already. As Tavish orders a drink, he wonders how he’s going to find him. Maybe this place was a vampire hotspot all along, and Tavish just didn’t realize? If there were more vamps around, someone might know his mystery man, and be able to point him in the right direction. He’d been scouting this place before, evaluating individuals on completely different criteria, but if it’d accidently lead him to a vampire once maybe it’d happen again?

His judgment pulls him to a lone, lanky man leaned at one of the standing tables. Tavish can’t tell why; intuition maybe. A gut feeling. But something pulls him towards the man with the five o’clock shadow and the glasses hiding his eyes.

“Er…” Tavish begins. “I’m looking for someone. You wouldn’t happen to know a man wearing a suit, comes by here every now and again, would you?”

Jesus this is terrible. He’s been less awkward when he’s scouted a man for a hookup.

Sunglasses doesn’t react though, just raises an eyebrow.

Tavish goes on, “Tall, slicked back hair, good cheekbones.” Cautiously, he adds, “He’s er…of the supernatural variety.”

Sunglasses snorts.

“Got some balls on you for going out and saying it, but yeah, I know ‘im.”

“Oh good, good. So you’re er…” Tavish gestures an around motion. “Part of the club then? How do you know him? Do you know his name? Did he, you know,” Tavish mimes biting, “you too?”

“No,” Sunglasses says slowly, evaluating Tavish hesitantly. “That’s…not how we know each other.”

Even behind the glasses, it seems like his eyes flick to Tavish’s neck.

The stranger continues, “He goes by Marcel, at least ‘round here he does. My name’s Mick.” Mick puts out a hand.

“Tavish.” Tavish shakes it.

“I may know where our mutual friend has gone, if you don’t mind a bit of a walk.”

“Of course not,” Tavish says, relief in his voice. “Anything just to get a bit of help around here. I’m new at this you know.”

“New?” Mick asks lazily.

They’re already making short time toward the door, Mick moving as soon as Tavish agreed. Within a few seconds they’re outside, and though objectively Tavish knows it’s a chilly night he just can’t quite feel it.

“New new,” he says. “As in just last night.”

“Mm. That have anything to do with those bodies that were found in the alley?”

Tavish winces. “Right. Those. I assume word got around?”

“Nah, night really. Got cleaned up pretty quickly, but I have my own channels for hearing about suspicious activity.”

“It wasn’t what you think! That lot were trying to kill us, and Marcel…he well, saved me.”

Mick hesitates. They’ve stopped in a part of the city Tavish doesn’t recognize—Mick was right, wherever they’re going it really is a walk. Would be damn nice if Tavish could figure out the bat trick.

“Saved you?” Mick raises his brow.

“Aye. I was still human, remember?”

It takes a moment. So long that Tavish is about to ask if they’re still going to see Marcel when Mick says, “Right,” and keeps walking.

They really have been going for a while now, and Tavish’s nerves have gotten the better of him, leading him to blabber on randomly but Mick doesn’t acknowledge anything’s amiss. There’s hardly any people about now, and Tavish really should have asked where they were going-

A blur shoots out of the dark.

Tavish flinches, searching desperately for his new vampiric reaction speed that doesn’t seem to be there, and pathetically puts his arms in front of his face. But it’s Mick who’s struck down by the sudden figure. The man goes sprawling further into the alleyway, and the person in front of Tavish has his back to him with one arm thrown protectively his way.

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Marcel hisses at the prone form.

“I wasn’t going to hurt your baby bat,” Mick scoffs. After being hurled twenty feet across the ground, he’s struggling to an upright state. “He was just bait.”

Tavish looks between the two. “Ach, I guess it was bad to assume all vamps got along…”

“Vamp?” Marcel glances at him, his fangs bared. “That man is not a vampire. That is a hunter. Be glad he didn’t gut you as soon as he found out what you were.”

“Relax Spook.”

Mick is on his feet now. Tavish thinks he should have realized it sooner: the supernatural speed of a vampire isn’t there in the way he adjusts himself, or how he responded when Marcel appeared. Also, there’s definitely something that looks like stakes strapped to the inside of his vest.

Still, his posture isn’t threatening. “I’m not here to gut him, and I probably won’t gut you either.”

“Probably?” Marcel raises an eyebrow.

“Nah. Was just making sure you had a soft spot after all these years. Seems like you do.”

Marcel grits his teeth. “The real reason, bushman.”

Mick laughs.

“He vouched for your character.”

Marcel glances back at him. If there were blood still moving through Tavish’s veins, he’s sure he would have blushed.

“The Administrator wants you gone,” Mick admits. “Thought I might at least have a chat with you again before picking up the contract.”

“How touching. But now that we have established that we are still no threat to one another, we can go back to our peaceful arrangement of staying a continent apart at all times, no?”

“Works for me. But,” he glances at Tavish, “try to take better care of your people, Spook. Can’t just keep cutting and running every time.”

Marcel says nothing as the hunter makes it his intent to be swallowed by the city.

“…Thanks for that,” Tavish says.

“You apparently were not in any danger.”

“Well, thanks for that and. You know. My life, earlier.”

“…I regret taking the choice out of your hands. I couldn’t exactly ask for your permission.”

“I know. And it’s not a great situation, but I am glad I’m alive. Just wish you wouldn’t’ve have disappeared on me.”

“Really?” Marcel asks. “Most people I know…would rather I was gone.”

“I don’t,” Tavish says, taking his hand. “I need to work through this either way, and it’ll be easier with your help. Come back with me?”

Slowly, like a startled cat that’s been too long on the street, Marcel says, “Very well.”