#ive just never wanted to NOT opt for that as plan A before

[dhampir-dyke]

HOLY FUCK.

[tlouwhore]

my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand, prt.2 — farmhouse e.w.

notes: basically just smut, 18+, pet names (mama, baby,  babe, love), eating out, switch!ellie, soft, praise, strap on, slow/romantic sex, farmhouse!ellie who is so in love with you, very loosely inspired by no plan by hozier, ive never written smut so...also guys i need to lock in for finals but all i can think about it having sex with ellie

part 1

ellies tattooed hand snakes to find a spot on your hip, squeezing lightly against it prompting a soft hitch to your breath giving her ample opportunity to slip her tongue delicately into your warm mouth. finding comfort in your sweet breath as the kiss continued in a slow yet sloppy manner.

“els…i need you” your lips mere inches from hers, foreheads pressed against each other. breath tangled and exchanged in the hastily darkening air as she gazes at you with a loving hunger in her eyes, familiar and beautiful. 

“i know, babe” she whispered as if scared that if she spoke too loud you would disappear from her desperate grasp, her hand quickly seeking to tangle back into yours. her palms slightly sweaty as she now  gently drags you into the house. opting for the couch merely feet from the door as you lightly push her onto it and crawl into her lap quickly finding your lips to hers like magnets. as the kiss deepens and morphs you can feel her hasten quickly signaling she wants exactly what you do, it's your turn to chuckle at her quickened hunger as you feel her shift uncomfortably knowing her ever-growing wet spot threatens to seep through her boxers.  you tug lightly at the hem of her loose shirt, lightly brushing the pads of your fingers over her stomach, familiar and soft despite it all. she hesitantly breaks the kiss to drag her shirt off, her breasts exposed upon removal. every time you see them your gaze falls to them in admiration as if the mona lisa is engraved into her, taking her in as if she were to dissolve if you blinked. 

admiring the beauty of her soft and supple breasts, slowly grazing your tongue over her erect nipple cascading the effects of a euphonious whimper to escape her lips; the pure love felt to her in that moment unmatched, all your worries washed away as your priorities were on her breasts. her pleasure. her body. her freckled chest adored with scars. her. 

she whines your name desperately as she looks to find an anchor on your body. showing love to her exposed upper body, your lips laying claim to her sun damaged shoulders and collar. your hands slowly dragging across her exposed arms, over her scars and chemical burn, planting an individual kiss to each nail before attending to her lower body. 

loosely slipping onto a seated ground position, the rough carpet welcoming your planted knees as you spread her legs. instantly leaving her to fumble with her button to unclasp it as you offer aid in removing her remaining clothes until her body is displayed to you. 

"can i?" a soft smile tugs at your lips watching her admiration for your beauty grow

"if you take off something first" she laughs slightly when saying it but quickly flicks her full attention to your unclothed chest, your bra the only clinging item to your upper body. 

"better?" your smile illuminates your features, you've never looked more beautiful to her than when you smile. each moment that passes she loves you more than the world, looking to you as a beacon in the darkness.

"yes." as her words left her mouth in her sweetened tone soaked with love you began to trail your way up her thighs with your lips. leaving gentle whispers of love against her skin. her throat emanating your name in whispers like a prayer as you approach her leaking pussy, her clit puffy with arousal as she seeks friction from the air. 

gently licking against her clit as her desperate attempt to stifle a moan fails, her body releasing a guttural sound as you continue to work slowly and starved. her saccharine slick leaking onto your face, coating your soft tongue and blushed skin. you push her leg further up, her knees nearing her chest as you continue to deepen your devotion. she's needy and whining under your tender lips and tongue, continuing to make contact with her dripping cunt. a wet spot forming largely on the familiar couch cushion below, her eyes hooded in lust. desperately trying to keep her eyes locked to your gaze and delicate worship of the flattening of your tongue, engulfing her  clit with the texture drag it before laying tapered circles to it. her whimpers and moans fast and needy, head dazed in pleasure. slowly dragging your finger to meet her clenching hole, dipping a single finger gently in. she coils forward slightly before thrashing back to the couch, muttering swears like a mantra that is half lost by her groans. 

"fuck baby, just like that" is all she can push past her lips, mouth agape as her breath floods out in tangent with her quickening heart. her voice is diluted in pleasure and as messy as her cunt. slowly implementing an additional finger as she leaks out onto your hand causing another fit of swears, a new wave of pleasure seizing through her body. slowly dragging your fingers in and out in tandem with your heatened breath against her delicate clit, your tongue searching the terrain. her high quickly approaching as you feel her tense around you, her reactions more visceral as you help her come undone. a clench around your fingers as you continue gently through her high, her hands gripping at whatever she can grasp stars falling into her eyes. her gaze meeting your face as you remove your fingers from her needy cunt, admiring the soft moons gentle touch to you coated in her slick. taking your wet fingers and softly dipping them into your mouth, releasing the nectar into your mouth like a sacred sip of the lord's wine. 

"m'god mama...." her voice hushed in a sacred high "so fucking beautiful, let me take care of you please" eyes glinting in a desire of her deepest devotions. a smile painting your moist face as you reply 

"please," is the only hushed praise that can exit your lips as you stand, her hands seeking a perfect opportunity to drag your bottoms down your plush thighs. kicking them off as they hit your feet to aid her as she stands to join you, unclasping the metal hook on the back of your bra laying kisses down your exposed shoulders and neck. 

"stay here for me" her breath hits your warm skin

"anything" her nude form trailing out of the room momentarily, the moon and stars kissing her body. her return was swift, her silicone cock hanging from her shifting hips as you greedily walked to meet her.

"needy, aren't you?" she playfully smiles meeting your tender lips in a slow kiss, pushing your body back to the couch.

"lay down for me, baby" her lips still mere inches from yours, refusing to let her touch leave you for too long. you abide by her devout comment. knees slightly bent as you lay supine, dripping cunt displayed like a portrait in the lourve. she kneels against the unclothed altar of your hips, brushing the silicone tip against you looking to you for permission. 

"i'm ready, els" you reach your hand to find hers, quickly finding her hand laced in yours gently placing your enclosed hands to the couch cushion beside your head. her free hand delicately aligning with your needy body, slowly pushing in an inch as she searches your beautiful face for any sign of pain. you meet her with a squeeze to her hand and a nod, encouraging her to push her length deeper. she cautiously bottoms out in you as you meet her with a moan.

"oh my god..." is all that you can push out, her body still giving you time to adjust to her before lovingly fucking into your cunt, her eyes stuck to yours. she can't help but admire your flushed face, the pleasured details relaying across your ever so perfect form. 

"so good for me" soft praises leaving her lips as she continues to push into you, a religious message in the swift breath of her love. her free hand trailing your whole body, unable to soak you in enough before she meets her calloused fingers to your sensitive clit. the pads of her fingers laying claim to your needy bundle of nerves, slow circular swoops creating a perfect storm of pleasure. desperate whines escaping your lips, breathing hitching whenever you meet her deepened gaze. unable to peel her eyes from the warmth of your emanating face. her hands working as skillfully as her hips, pushing in deep and soft, hitting every part of your soft walls combining with the fervor of her diligent hands. 

"taking me so well, mama" painting landscapes on your puffed in pleasure clit, your body a beautiful art piece to her mere existence. eyes tracing the curvature of your body, groans escaping her lips as the base of the strap hits her clit. your sweet whispers of lust egging on her movement, unable to define the truth of her devouring love for you. you clench against her and release a rasping moan.

"m gonna cum, els" broken whispers interrupted by the sharp pleasure in your core.

"cum for me, baby. cum all over my dick for me" she rasps as her hips reaching deeper, your angelic form consuming her in entirety. your orgasm encroaching deeply, her eyes fixed to yours as they threaten to roll back in pleasure. 

"come on mama, you can do it" a creamy white accumulation of your slick coating the base of her silicone cock as she works you through your orgasm. 

"i've got you, just a little more" she coaxes as she slows, gently pulling herself from your tender cunt and unlacing your fingers from hers. a slight whimper erupting at the emptiness of contact. your eyes hooded with a tired love, a half smile sloppily draped on your lips admiration consuming your observations of her diligent hands pulling off the harness. 

"everything good, love?" 

"s'good" your smile growing slightly as you push yourself to sit up

"lets go get ourselves cleaned up, mama." she chuckles at your pleasured expression replacing her hand in yours, you instantly locking onto her. making your way to the bedroom, your body slightly leaned to hers. linked forms finding the dresser, shuffling through the cloth as she searches for a soft outfit for you. her hands fastidiously helping your silk body with the clothing, pulling the waistband up and adjusting your out of place hair. quickly trailing to the bathroom grabbing a wet cloth to wipe your face, a residue of her sweet slick lightly adorning your chin and lips. 

"els...what about the mess we made?"

"i'll worry about that, beautiful. I need to be with you now, the couch can wait." slowly slipping on a loose shirt and lightly pushing you by the small of your back to the bed, the soft duvet opening its arms for you. her body slowly following, pulling you flush to her as she leaves gentle kisses across your sleep-ridden face.

[rubycruzin4abruzin]

Forbidden Crown - IV

Summary: Your dreaded twentieth birthday has finally arrived, and you and your parents set off to Tir Asleen for one final time to plan your wedding to Prince Airk. However, at the celebration dinner, Sorsha delivers some shocking news, sending Kit into a spiral and creating conflict within the castle.

Pairing: kit tanthalos x princess!reader

Contains: angst, fighting, kissing, non-explicit mention of vomiting, forced marriage trope, mommy issues

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: this was supposed to be the smut chapter, but I decided to divide the two, since it seemed odd to add sexy time to such a dark chapter. Apologies in advance for all the angst, I promise it won’t last forever!

Ever since your mother’s announcement of your engagement, each birthday after your fifteenth seemed to creep up, startling you out of nowhere and filling your stomach with existential dread. The once joyous celebrations now felt like ticking time bombs, every well-wish serving as a countdown to a life you never wanted.

On the morning of your twentieth birthday, you woke up to nothing but nausea. When your handmaiden entered your room to get you ready for the day, she found you kneeled over your chamberpot, heaving up the shallow remains of your stomach's content. Needless to say, your twentieth birthday was spent hidden under your covers, drinking ginger tea and being waited on hand-and-foot.

Alas, it was only a matter of time before you began to feel better. After several days of sickness, your body had nothing more to heave. The moment some color started to return to your pale cheeks, your parents ushered you into the carriage and set off for Tir Asleen, where you would stay for two months while preparing for your wedding to Prince Airk Tanthalos.

As usual, the road to Tir Asleen was long and slow. You tried to numb yourself to your parents' endless chatter, but your mother decided to fuss over your appearance throughout the entire trip, as if you were a child again.

“This is the first time you’ve seen your fiancé in five years,” she would say. “You’ve grown into a lovely young woman since, it is important for Airk to notice!”

Your cheeks instinctually puffed out at the word ‘fiancé,’ but your stomach was so empty from the long illness that nothing could come up even if it wanted to. Instead, you opted for tucking your head in between your knees, closing your eyes and muffling all unwanted noise from the outside world.

Eventually, the gentle clip-clop of the carriage horse faded as you reached the front of the Tir Asleen castle. You uncovered your head and allowed your parents to exit first, using the extra seconds to let your blood flow redistribute itself.

After hearing the sound of your mother squealing pleasantries from outside, you decided to make your presence known. You stepped out of the carriage to see your mother engulfing Airk in a bear hug, showering him with words of flattery while he chuckled nervously and tried to mask his discomfort. Your father, who had been exchanging formalities with Queen Sorsha, was now gently patting his wife’s back, attempting to subtly pry her off the poor boy.

While you stood watching the amusing display from your family, you didn’t even notice Kit approaching you from behind, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning into your ear.

“Good morrow, beautiful.” She whispered, her warm breath against your neck causing you to shudder involuntarily.

“Beautiful?” You giggled. “Be careful, our parents' eyes could be upon us.”

“Nonsense,” she replied, planting a soft kiss on your jawline. “They’re much too focused on my brother. It’s just one of the benefits of being the black sheep of the family.”

Sure enough, Kit was right. Your father had managed to successfully pry your mother away from Airk, and now both your parents were bombarding him with questions about his life the last five years while Sorsha stood proudly beside him.

With one final squeeze, Kit loosened her grasp until you could turn around to get a good look at her. She had always been pretty, at least in your eyes, but over the years had grown into a stunning young lady. Her hair was no longer a muddy indigo black, but rather restored back to her natural chocolate-brown, and styled akin to the tresses of woodland sprites. She had grown into herself, with her face defined by striking cheekbones and eyes that seemed to get bluer with every visit. The fabric of her tunic clung to her skin, accentuating every new curve as well as the definition on her upper arms, muscular from combat training.

Before you could even begin to speak, Kit placed her hands on either side of your head and ran them through your hair, gazing down at you lovingly. “Truly, beautiful.”

“I do apologize for her appearance, Prince Airk! She doesn’t usually look this dreadful! She’s been terribly ill!”

You turned around to see your mother leading Airk over to you, speaking loudly about your demeanor. Any confidence inspired by Kit vanished at her harsh remarks, and you drew into yourself.

“Good morrow, Princess,” Airk greeted you with an awkward bow and a tight-lipped smile. Ever since you audibly gagged and ran off after taking his first kiss, the two of you hadn’t necessarily spoken.

You cleared your throat, offering back a perfunctory curtsy. “And to you as well.”

“My, my! Someone has grown quite slender!” Sorsha’s voice called out, approaching the four of you with your father in tow.

You looked down at yourself. Sure enough, your ailment had withered you away, making your once perfectly-fitting gown now hang off you like the tendrils of a willow tree. Your mother noticed this too, because she immediately inserted herself between you and Airk to resume nitpicking your appearance.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Airk and Sorsha! My daughter has had an illness. She’s feeling well now, but she still looks absolutely dreadful! I’m sure her gowns will fit right in due time, but…” she turned her attention towards your face. “…darling! Your complexion! You resemble a ghostly wight! Couldn’t you have bothered to apply a touch of rouge?”

“You’ve raised a beautiful daughter, your highness.” Kit stepped to your side and snaked her arm around your waist. Your breath hitched at her touch, and you worried your parents may catch on to your secret with how bold she was being. Still, you tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks after she stood up for you.

Your mother looked between you and Kit, and you could've sworn you saw her eyes flicker with a hint of suspicion. However, she simply grimaced in Kit’s direction, offering pleasantries purely for display. “Yes, well, much obliged, Kit.”

Kit responded with a grin that was polite, yet cocky. Your mother cleared her throat, quickly recomposing herself before taking your hand and joining it with Airk’s.

“I must say, you two, I am absolutely elated for this union! A royal wedding, why I don’t believe I’ve attended one since my own! The two of you make a very attractive pair.”

Airk forced a grin in your direction, looking down at your conjoined hands instead of at you. As your mother continued to ramble on about the party planning, you peered over Airk’s shoulder and noticed a blond girl standing in the distance, carrying a serving tray, and glaring daggers into your soul…

“That would be Muffin Girl,” Kit explained later that day when you asked about the mysterious blond. The two of you had managed to break away from the group long enough to take a leisurely stroll through the Tir Asleen gardens.

“Muffin Girl?” You inquired.

“That or Miss Muffin, whichever you’d prefer.”

You shot her a quizzical expression, causing her to chuckle heartily. “Well it’s not her real name, clearly. She’s one of the kitchen maids, and her signature dish are these buttered muffins she serves at breakfast.”

“She was glaring at me earlier while my mother discussed wedding plans,” you said. “I almost thought she would break her tray in half.”

Kit hummed in agreement. “Jealousy. It makes sense. She is my brother's latest lover.”

“Pardon?” You froze in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Kit leaned back against a tree, crossing her arms and gazing at you with a pointed brow. “I hate to inform you, Princess, but my brother has become quite the ladies’ man since your ‘dalliance’ in the courtyard. Muffin Girl is just his latest conquest.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Sure, you didn’t love Airk, or were even remotely attracted to him, but he was still your betrothed.

Kit smirked at your stunned expression. “Surely you’re not jealous, are you?” She moved closer until her face was mere inches from yours. “I can’t imagine it would drive you mad. My brother, your fiancé, rolling around in the grass with a scullion? Cheeks flushed, legs intertwined, her leaving little bruises on his…”

You cut her off with a playful smack on the shoulder. “Hold your tongue, Tanthalos.” She giggled at her lighthearted taunts, causing a smile to spread across your face. “I’m not jealous, rather shocked. He’s engaged… to me… and Queen Sorsha is allowing this affair?”

With another chuckle, Kit teasingly ruffled your hair. “Oh Princess… you really assume my mother is at all aware?”

You gasped, leaning in closer to Kit to whisper. “She doesn’t know?”

“I’m sure she suspects something, what with the aforementioned bruises, but knowing my mother, she’d rather stay with the mindset that her son is still a moralistic virgin.”

Kit pulled you in closer, pressing your body against hers until your noses barely brushed together. “I suppose this is just one more secret between us, don’t you think Princess?”

You giggled, quickly making sure the coast was clear before wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

That evening, the six of you gathered for a hearty supper to celebrate your reunion. Servants bustled about carrying various dishes, including the mysterious ‘muffin girl.’ You couldn’t help but observe the longing glances exchanged between her and Airk, lingering between each course like a seed caught between teeth.

Just as you and Kit were stifling a laugh over their latest lust-filled gaze, Queen Sorsha rose, tapping silverware against her raised glass. The table quieted, all eyes fixed on the regal woman as you awaited her speech.

“Friends, family,” she began. “I am pleased that we’ve all gathered here this evening to begin wedding plans for the Prince of Tir Asleen and the Princess of Azarenth.”

Your parents clapped excitedly. Airk stared down at his lap while you and Kit exchanged vexed glances.

“Even more pleased,” Sorsha continued. “That the forthcoming ceremony will feature an extra element, making it a profoundly rare occasion!”

Her words puzzled you, and a quick look around the table confirmed that the twins seemed just as confused. Your parents however, shared knowing grins, clearly in on the secret.

“The King and Queen of Azarenth have graciously agreed to turn their daughter’s wedding into a double wedding!” Sorsha turned to meet her daughter’s gaze. “Kit…”

You whipped around to face Kit, who stared at her mother, frozen, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. “You remember when we discussed the Prince of Galladoorn, don’t you?”

Kit nodded. “Sure we discussed him, but then he fell out of a tree and died, right?”

“Kit!” Sorsha scolded before quickly recomposing herself. “It’s true, Dermot Hastur had an untimely death,” she held her glass to her heart solemnly. “However, it appears Galladoorn is still interested in an alliance, and King Hastur has a younger son, Graydon.”

Your heart dropped as you realized what Sorsha was saying. Glancing back at Kit, you saw her face now stricken with terror. “Mother… no…”

Ignoring her daughter, Sorsha simply raised her glass again. “It’s my pleasure to announce the engagement of Prince Graydon Hastur to my daughter, Princess Kit Tanthalos!”

“No!” Kit exclaimed.

“What?” The shriek came from a disembodied voice. Only after you received shocked expressions from each member of the table did you realize the voice was yours.

Your mother squinted at you, the corners of her mouth flickering sardonically. “My dear, I didn’t expect you to be upset at sharing the limelight! After all, you and Kit are such good… friends.”

You glared at your mother head-on, suppressing every urge to lunge at her from across the table. She said nothing more, instead turning away to innocently sip her wine.

Kit was in the midst of her own altercation, arguing her case with pleading eyes. “Mother, please… I cannot marry Prince Graydon!”

“And just why not?” Sorsha demanded. “Prince Graydon is an esteemed young man, his parents speak very highly of him.”

“I’ve never even met him!” Kit’s voice wavered in stifled sobs.

“You will before the wedding, now that is quite enough! It is your duty to your kingdom. I don’t want to hear another word about this until the alliance is signed, and that is final!”

Kit slammed her hands on the table, tears falling as she ran away. Sorsha screamed after her until the sound of her bedchamber door slamming reverberated across the room. The table fell silent, none of you knowing where to look. After a moment, Airk cleared his throat, breaking the tension as he rearranged the silverware on his plate.

“May I be excused, mother?” He muttered.

Sorsha sighed, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. He got up quietly, exiting the room and making a beeline for Kit’s door. The remaining four of you resumed picking at your food, the sound of silverware scratching against glass dishes only deepening the stillness of the room.

As you pushed your food around, you couldn’t help but steal glances in the direction of Kit’s door. You turned to your mother, wanting to speak.

“Let it be a passing thought,” she denied your unspoken request, not bothering to look up from her plate.

Fortunately, dinner didn't drag on much longer after the commotion subsided. Once everyone had hastily departed from the table, you made your way to Kit’s room and positioned yourself outside her door. Kit’s muffled sobs mingled with Airk’s whispered words from the other side of the wooden barrier, causing you to pause before entering, afraid of disrupting them.

Just when you were about to throw caution to the wind and grasp the handle, the door swung open, revealing Airk. He startled at your unexpected presence and closed Kit’s door behind him.

“Uh… hi…” he muttered lamely.

“Hello there,” you replied softly.

The two of you stood silently in front of Kit’s door, a multitude of unanswered questions hanging in the air that neither of you knew how to ask.

“She’s, uh…” Airk broke the silence, jerking his head towards Kit’s door. “…having a difficult time coming to terms… with everything.”

You nodded slowly. “Were you… able to get through to her? At all?”

“Inconsolable,” he admitted regretfully. “I haven’t seen her this distraught since… our father…”

You winced, recalling the initial heartbreak Kit faced when her father’s letters stopped arriving ten years ago.

“I understand…” he continued. “I also know what it’s like to be forced into a loveless marriage.”

His gaze bore into yours, carefully chosen words that riddled you with guilt. You knew you had no right to hurt feelings after that night in the courtyard, but you couldn’t help the sharp pang that hit your chest like a piercing arrow.

“Airk…” you sighed, overwhelmed with remorse. “Please let me apologize for that night…”

“No need,” he interrupted coolly. “It’s really quite alright…”

“It’s not,” you insisted. “My reaction… I assure you… had nothing to do with your character, or your appearance, or anything, really. It wasn’t about you, it was never about you, it…” you took a deep breath, your secret weighed on your shoulders as if it was carved from stone. “Airk… I’m in love with someone else.”

Airk looked taken aback. “Pardon?”

“My hand belongs to you…” your voice trembled. “…but my heart belongs to another.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek. You shut your eyes tightly, the burden of your secret lifting but replaced with overwhelming fear. Airk stood, silently, his expression cycling through shock, relief, confusion, and finally… sympathy.

“Likewise…” he whispered, causing you to look at him again. “There’s this… local maiden, a quiet beauty who carries herself with the gentle elegance of a dove. She may not have been born into privilege, but she’s captivated me. My heart belongs to her.”

He looked at you, expecting a reaction. You attempted to feign surprise, but ended up failing miserably. He smirked. “Was it that evident?”

You chuckled. “With all of your enticing stares at dinner, it almost felt as if I were intruding on something private!”

He laughed airily along with you, long-standing tension finally broken. You started to relax, feeling a weight lift as you and Airk came to an unspoken forgiveness. He smiled warmly, genuinely at you before his expression turned serious once again.

“I hope you know I would hate for my mother to receive word of this,” he said in a low voice.

You nodded in agreement. “You needn’t worry, my lips are sealed. I understand what it’s like… living with secrets.”

He waited for you to continue, but you simply folded your hands in front of you and smiled, silently refusing to speak further.

Airk departed soon after your conversation ended, leaving you once again face-to-face with Kit’s door. You raised your knuckle to the chestnut wood, giving it two gentle raps.

No response.

With a shaky hand, you turned the handle and opened the door with a slow, steady creak. Kit lay flat on her bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling. She made no indication of noticing your presence, so you stepped inside and carefully closed the door with a click.

No response.

Stars studded the now-blackened night sky through a small window in the corner. The room’s only light source was a flickering candle that cast shadows over Kit’s unmoving body and danced along the wrinkles of her garments. You stood near the entrance, watching the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

“Which is worse?”

The sudden sound of her voice startled you. “Pardon?”

“I’m wondering…” she sat up, dangling her legs over the edge of her bed. “…which is worse? Spending half a decade counting down the seconds until you’re forced into an unwanted marriage, or having it thrust upon you without warning?”

She met your gaze, expecting an answer. You had none. She continued.

“On the one hand, the first option reads torturously, like sitting on death row waiting for execution,” she contemplated, deep in thought. “But on the other hand, it allows for processing time, providing an opportunity to numb yourself to the situation.”

She looked back over to you, her expression stoic. “What do you think?”

“I think I won’t ever be numb to the situation,” you replied with a half-smile.

Kit gave a halfhearted chuckle, staring down at her feet. You moved to sit next to her on the bed, resting a soothing hand on her back. She sighed. “You don’t know how fortunate you are.”

You furrowed your brow. “How do you mean?”

“You’re betrothed to my brother,” she answered. “Someone you grew up with, someone you trust.”

You frowned. “Kit, Airk and I may have history, but I’m still being forced into a loveless marriage. You and I suffer the same plight.”

Kit’s eyes seemed to glaze over as she began to speak in a small voice. “You truly believe our situations are at all similar?”

You removed your hand from her back and leaned slightly away from her. “Kit…”

“Do you?” Her fingers clenched the bedsheets as she finally met your gaze. “I am marrying a man I’ve never met, so I can help form an alliance with a kingdom I’ve never visited! My entire life is conforming to the whims of my mother, do you have any idea what that’s like?”

“Have you observed my mother?” You shot back, standing up from the bed. “Sometimes I wonder whether or not she cares if I live or die, just as long as I marry Airk to keep up appearances like a performing minstrel!”

“Cry me a river, Princess!” Kit growled, also abandoning the bed. “My sincerest apologies that you have a mother that gave you fifteen years to become accustomed to her chosen spouse, and a father to give you away at the altar!”

You softened your gaze, realizing a large part of the reason for Kit’s distress. “Kit, I didn’t…”

“I’ll have to walk down the aisle with Airk!” She interrupted, angry tears now streaming down her face. “There was enough prattle when news of my father’s disappearance spread, and now all of Galladoorn and Tir Asleen combined is going to witness me being given away by my own brother. So don’t you dare stand there and claim that you and I ‘suffer the same plight!’”

“Kit!” Your voice wavered, a tightness in your chest threatened to unleash a flood of tears. “That was not my intent, and you know it. You're hurting, and you have my deepest sympathies…”

“I don’t need your sympathy…”

“Then don’t take it!” Your voice cut through the air, sharp and defensive. “All I said is that I share your pain in being forced into a marriage with someone you don’t love. I don’t understand why you’re so angry with me.”

Kit bit her lip, sniffling and wiping away tears. Her red, puffy eyes struggled to meet yours as she searched for more words to use as a line of defense.

“Because marriage isn’t about love, Princess,” she finally replied. “And frankly, your lack of realization is troubling.”

Her words brought a lump to your throat, like a boulder lodged within a narrow cave. Without another word, you spun on your heel and walked out of Kit’s room, making sure the wooden barrier slammed shut behind you before giving into the tears that had been threatening to fall.

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[t1red-twilight]

OMG OMG can you do something with angst request #10 "i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore" with peter :)))))) Ive been sad and need some angst to match the mood and who better to ask!!!

bereavement

summary: “i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore.”

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, angst, major character death, grief, descriptions of ptsd, disordered eating (if you squint)

notes: omg tysm!!! i GOTCHU girl (gender-neutral). i really really tried with this one, i hope you enjoy it. i hope you feel better, dear anon. this fic made me cry lol

word count: 1k

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you had had a grueling day at work. you hadn’t slept the night before; your head plagued with dreams and regrets that you would carry as long as you would live. everyone was bothering you in some shape or form, plus, you had forgotten your lunch.

all you wanted was peter. you opted to walk to his home instead of trying to bear the late night traffic.

when you saw him, your shoulders finally released the tension that they had been holding.

“hey, pete.” you sat down next to him. “you would not believe how hard work was today. a rude older lady harassed me about messing up one of her forms, even though she was the one that filled them out.” you slouched and looked at the ground.

the honks of busy city life filled your ears. the smell from the rain lingered. “i forgot my lunch again. i don’t have enough to eat out right now either, so i just didn’t have lunch. but that’s not a big deal.” stomach pains were something that you were becoming quite familiar with. inhaling deeply, you continued. “i canceled more plans. i know you don’t want me to, but i just want to spend any time i have, with you. I can’t bear to be further away from you.” the sound of him scolding you felt like whispers against your damp skin.

you reached up and wiped a lone tear from your cheek. smiling as wide as you could handle, you tried to ignore them.

“i want to move to somewhere quieter, but i could never leave you.” you fiddled with your fingers out of habit.

there was a pause. your ears rang. “you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving, okay? i promise. i’ll stay here as long as you need me too.”

you waited; your eyes trailed downward, head turned away. the street was still slick with the combination of the oil from the city mixed with the rain. your breathing was fitful now, tears soaking the neckline of your top.

“i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore,” you choked out, your hands rubbing the sockets of your eyes. you scanned the graveyard before returning your gaze to where peter rested.

Peter’s headstone was simple; he never would have wanted something grandiose. you and may picked out a simple granite. it was more may’s choice than yours, you had been too hysterical to even cope with the fact that the funeral you were planning was his.

even through hysterics, it never really hit you that he was dead. not until he sunk in an urn into the earth.

he always insisted an urn, better for the environment. neither you or may could handle having him sit on your mantle. you both decided that it felt too dehumanizing.

his headstone read: Peter Benjamin Parker: Lover, Son, Hero.

“it’s not getting any easier. i still love you more than anything, peter. i’m not capable of loving someone else, i think.

“you’ve ruined me romantically.” you laughed at the thought. it was a joke, even though it rang truer and truer as each day passed.

“you are the highlight of my existence. good lord, peter. you mean so much to me. there is nothing that i wouldn’t do to see you again. or, at the very least get your pillow to smell normal again. it reeks of me.”

-

peter died in your arms.

you could not quite recall the turn of events completely, but you could very clearly remember what he had said to you last.

he stumbled into your apartment through the fire escape. it got blurry after he thudded onto the carpet.

there had been some criminal ransacking the city who had a particular vengeance for peter. every time peter went out, he came back worse and worse. the name of the scum that killed him laid dormant somewhere in your mind. you refused to even think about him, as far as you were concerned, he was beneath you.

you had known that peter’s crime fighting could result in something serious, but pete had always insisted that everything was going to end up all right.

“i got him,” he had said. you ran over to help him. everything you remembered was from the third person, like you were watching yourself from above. you couldn’t recollect anything you said in response. “finally you’ll be safe from-”

from this point everything was crystal clear. you could name the shampoo still faintly straggled in his hair. it was your shampoo; now tarnished with the intense irony scent of blood that congested the throngs of your shared bedroom.

“peter, we have got to call an ambulance.” you were getting frantic. you tried as hard as you could to hoist him up, but he resisted. his arms rested atop your shoulders as you tried and tried to lift him up.

“it’s my time, love, it’s-”

“no. just let me get you to the hospital. if you hold on just a little bit longer, we can get you fixed up, okay?”

he inhaled like he was going to say something. his forehead fell to your shoulder.

“honey?” you shook him. “peter?”

“pete? peter?” you hand moved to his scalp. you tried to thread your fingers through his hair to no avail. the matting from his blood halted you fingers as soon as you began.

“c’mon, darling. stay awake, okay?”

“peter?”

your screech was pathetic as he laid limply in your arms. his chest was concave and his left foot had been barely hanging on.

-

you changed your shampoo after that; the smell of it only ever brought you that night. whenever you closed your eyes, you saw visions of peter. you could not decide which was worse: the memories where he was happy, or the play-by-play of his soul shrinking away from yours.

nights were now filled with television reruns, your ceiling, anything that could keep you awake occupied your time. when you were asleep you could be with him again. but, you never wanted to wake up. the hollow throbbing pains of having him ripped away from you again when you woke made you an insomniac.

you doomed yourself to repeat this cycle. it was as if you ever managed to get over peter, you’d lose everything that you had of him. so, you clung to every crumb that remained. even though those crumbs were slipping through your fingers like sand and disappearing with time as days passed.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

VALENTINE

I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart
You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark
We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold
We love us

“I’m sorry baby I’m not going to be there...” Jeans voice was soft through the phone, he always delivers bad news in a whisper…

“What do you mean? You’re not coming up for the week? What-what about Valentine’s Day?” You were in shock that your boyfriend wasn’t going to be able to take a break from work for a holiday with you, he’s been gone for nearly 6 months.

“I know- I know it sucks, but I should be able to get free time the following week, or- uh, no maybe sometime in March. Sweet heart I’m really sorry but I have to go now. I’ll call you when I get home okay? I love you.” He hung up the phone before you could even say it back.

You fell into your bed and screamed your frustration into your pillow.

Bzzbzzbzz

A bunch of texts spamming your phone made you look up for a minute, expecting to see texts from your boyfriend. Instead, they were just a bunch of memes from Eren.

You sent back a frowny emoji, watching him type for a while and the bubble disappeared. Eren decided to FaceTime you instead.

“Wow, what happened to you,” he must of been referring to the black streak marks of mascara smudged down your cheeks. You rub your face, trying to remove the black gunk. “What’s wrong?”

“Jeanie isn’t visiting this week and I was looking forward to spending my first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend.” You sighed.

Eren rolled his eyes, he never cared for your boyfriend. Always thought he was stuck up, and bragged about his job too much. “Well don’t worry about it YN, If you want we can rent that slasher fic Mikasa recommended and I could possibly get Armin too…”

You sighed dramatically, “I know it’s cliche, but i was looking forward to roses and chocolates.” Even though a night surrounded by your best friends does sound comforting.

“Well, no movie then, I’ll take you out.” You looked to stunned to speak so he reiterated as “just friends” but it cut a bit inside to say that out loud. Eren has always liked you, and has done a pretty good job at hiding his feelings. Although he did kiss you once at a party, the next morning you didn’t even remember. “Cheer up, i dont like it when your sad.” He gave you a cheeky grin and hung up the call.

+++

Fresh out of a hot shower you paced your bedroom in your underwear, what do you wear on a valentines date with your best friend. You looked at the dress you had saved for Jean, no way, you thought. Opting for a typical outfit of yours instead.

“Hey i let myself in if you...what are you wearing.” Eren stood in the door. He was all dressed up.

You turned around from your vanity, your hair still wet. Framing pieces stuck to the side of your face, shit… is he early or are you running late. Eren stepped forward, raising his hand and tucking your hair behind your ear. A small tingle sparked in your stomach, but you were probably just hungry. “What? Is this not nice?” You pouted a bit kinda hurt from the reaction he had.

“I said i was taking you out out, were not going to the library...” He eyed you up and down, before spotting the dress hanging on your closet door behind you. “What’s that?” He pointed.

“Oh, that’s what I was going to wear...”

“Put it on, I’ll wait for you in the living room… oh and hurry Ive got an eventful afternoon planned.” He left your room before you could even fight him on wearing the dress. You stared at it for a few minutes and shrugged to yourself. Someone might as well see you in this. After rushing through getting ready you snapped a pic, contemplating even sending it to Jean, why did you suddenly feel a bit guilty…

+++

Eren waited impatiently outside your bedroom, he had brought flowers for you, and decided to place them in a vase on your kitchen counter. He nervously arranged the roses. Fidgeting with the tiny baby’s breath that accented the bouquet.

“Oh Eren those are beautiful, you didnt have to-“ you startled him a bit and you held back a laugh.

His cheeks heated up once he caught sight of your dress, discreetly, he scanned over your outfit, starting from the black paten leather heals with a cute dainty strap at the ankle. Cautiously gazing up your beautiful bare legs, to mid thigh where this cruel red satin dress ended. Quickly he focused onto your face, hoping you didn’t catch him gawking.

Your make up was subtle, though the red lip was nothing but. He noticed the black choker on your neck, and lost his breath. He looked for words to describe how beautiful, no, gorgeous, no stunning. “You look-“ he starred at you, “wow..” he shook his head, embarrassing himself. You just giggled and stuck your nose into the roses. A little note laid in between some petals.

To my valentine with love.

Eren.

By now all of your dejection about your boyfriend not being here was gone, you were far too excited to see what Eren had in store for you.

Sitting in his passenger seat, you let him take you wherever he had planned. Turns out the plan was the beach. You two strolled down the dock. Other couples were out having fun, playing fair games and sharing funnel cakes. Seeing couples enjoying each other made you remember you weren’t here with Jean… You looked over at Eren who must have just noticed the disappointment on your face. Shoving cotton candy into your mouth as an attempt to keep those pesky boyfriend thoughts from filling your head and ruining his scheme. His true intentions… showing you how you should be treated, and being here for you when that stupid prick wouldn’t even bother to. “Come on YN,” he grabbed your hand and led you to the best date of your life.

+++

Watching the people on the beach at the top of the ferris wheel you held on tightly to the stuffed octopus Eren had won for you earlier in the evening. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and smiled to yourself,“I’m having fun Eren, thank you.” Your hand fell to your side, and softly grazed against his. You two hold hands all of the time, but for some reason, the slightest touch made you get goosebumps. You pulled your hand away and shyly held the plushy up to your face.

“Hey anything for you YN, I love you.” Eren says he loves you from time to time,but this time ….hearing it made your heart jump. “Are you hungry? I’d hate to end your fun but our reservation is in an hour, we should get going after this.”

“Reservation? I thought we’d just have chili dogs at the stand down there,” He laughed like you said a joke, you just stared at him dazed and confused.

“Don’t look so dumbfounded,” He pinched your cheek, “the dates not over, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice.”

Date…

Of course it was a “date” but when you accepted Eren’s invitation initially you didn’t completely view it as a romantic word, more so a platonic date… but now… things are starting to feel a bit too … complicated. You left the beach full of thoughts and feelings swirling through your head.

+++

“Eren!?” You gasped, pulling up to the valet of one of the finest restaurants in your city. “Eren we can’t eat here…”

“Why not, you think I don’t have the money?” he teased you and you tried to combat his reasonings, but just like the beginning of the day he was gone before you could argue with him. Dropping his keys into the hand of a stranger and walking over to your side, opening the door for you. His chivalrous behavior made you question who you really were on a date with today. This is a side of Eren you had never seen before and you were starting to fall for it.

A hostess guided the both of you to a table that was tucked behind a privacy wall and with full view of the city scape. With a now setting sun disappearing behind buildings. You glanced at Eren who wasn’t even enjoying this outstanding view with you. He eyes caught yours and a heat radiated through your chest. Fluttering butterflies in your stomach conveniently covered the vacant feeling of guilt that sat in your belly. No, you’re just hungry… yeah that’s it.

Jean not even crossing your mind once, the two of you laughed together about old memories over steak and wine. You immersed yourself in his charm, even if you were constantly catching yourself from falling for your best friend. He’s was just being a good friend, you thought. Don’t over think things.

“Would you care for dessert this evening?”

“Yes-“

“No,” Eren cut you off and you gave him a death glare. “I have something else planned for dessert, thank you for the great meal.” Watching him use his natural charm on the waitress brought you back to reality. He was just being nice and comforting his pathetic friend. The guilt was back on, how could you even entertain whatever silly fantasy you had convinced yourself was happening. This date was definitely all in your head.

+++

Eren saved a favorite of yours for last. Fro yo.

You two would meet up here every Saturday to gossip and complain about each others lives. Well not so much anymore, since you started seeing Jean. Eren stood inline to get you your favorite flavor as you waited in a corner booth for him, checking the notifications on your phone. To your surprise you had no notifs from Jean. A bitter taste not even fro yo could recover coated your mouth. Not even a ‘Happy Vday’ text. Did he seriously forget?

“Remember when that old lady slipped and fell and she spilled her cherry berry all over herself.” Eren came back with yogurt in hand. Tears stung your waterline. Almost dropping the cups, he quickly sat next to you.

“What’s wrong YN?”

“I just realized I’m having the best date of my life and it’s not even with my own boyfriend,” you let out a genuine chuckle. Laughing at your own pathetic relationship.

“You have such an ugly laugh,” Eren sucked on his spoon.

“No i dont, shut up,” you playfully pushed his shoulder, but he moved closer to you.

“I mean it, its cute.” He took a spoon full of pink delicious yogurt and pressed it to your nose, leaving melted fro yo on the tip. You scrunched your face up, and tried to wipe it into his shoulder.

“Hey! Hey! This is my nicest jacket you’re gonna ruin it” He pulled back, but you refused to let him get away with his crimes. Playfully pushing him but in his haste to get away from you, he lost balance. Grabbing onto your arm for support he managed to pull you closer to him. Your nose, still pink, now centimeters from his face. Eren spontaneously licked the yogurt off of your face.

Time froze colder than the freaking yogurt. It felt like you were buffering a response. You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, verbally…but your body decided to respond for you.

Closing the gap between you quickly and kissing him. You didnt know what overcame your morality in that moment but it felt good. Your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Uh-Er,” you tried to make any excuse as to why you kissed him, but sadly couldn’t come up with anything other than. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry, YN,” his hand firmly gripped your waist and pulled you back in to kiss you again.

+++

You zone out one hand on the doorknob the other holding your house key. “Is it weird that I feel weird about inviting you inside.” You laughed. “You practically live at my house.”

“You know i think this time, it’s just different,” his words not matching the intense feeling that flooded into your core. “I don’t have to come in, I had a really good time YN, I-“ he caught himself before he said anything. Not wanting to say it and then have you regret everything in the morning, just to get hurt. Nothing would hurt more than that. So he chose not to say it.

“I love you Eren,” shocked by what you so effortlessly said, you examined his reaction. Trying not to misinterpret his expression. His face lit up, as if he had never heard you say it before, not like this, this time he knew you felt it the way he did.

It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie
It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight

At that moment, Eren took a risk, kissing you this time with a hint of lust. Patiently, he waited for your cue deepening the kiss and slightly moaning in his mouth. That was it. He knew he had you. His efforts of today paying off by the sweet aftertaste of fro yo on your lips.

You blindly unlock your front door, Eren hungrily placing kisses over your neck and shoulder. You led him back into your living room, kicking off your heals while still managing to tug and pull his bottom lip in between your teeth. Guiding him all the way to your bedroom. Where this date originated from just hours ago.

So deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch
Can’t beat us
So real, fueling the fire until we combust
Can’t touch us

Eren fell to his knees the moment your dress slipped off your body and onto the floor, he peppered kisses up your thigh, worshipping your body. Chills fell down your spine as the warmth of his breath closed in on your inner thighs. He dug his face in your sex, pulling the lace fabric that was in his way to the side. Kissing softly at your exposed skin. His fingers snuck behind you, feeling your curves, before hooking and pulling off your panties entirely. He looked up at you, grinning, before diving back into your flesh. Kissing and sucking gently on your skin.

His tongue dipped between your folds, his fingers moved from your thighs, now spreading you further open for him to devour your pussy. You gasped and moaned, finding balance with a fist full of his hair, making it a disheveled mess. You found yourself grinding instinctively on his tongue, chasing the growing pleasure in your core. Fuck.

The guilt that you let take a backseat behind your lust made the high of your orgasm sinfully better.

You watch him lick you up, through fluttering lashes. You’re now coming fully undone for him. Eren smiles, growing cocky. If he can get you coming just with his tongue, he can have you screaming for him at the end of the night. He stood up ,“You taste fucking amazing YN,” Ushering you to the bed, you laid back putting on a beautiful display for him, spreading your legs proudly. Inviting him back in, he leaned down devouring you once more. Sucking gently on the bundle of sensitive nerves earning sounds of praise from you.

He took care of your pussy so well, being mindful of what you liked and didn’t. Paying attention to your moans, you got louder and more breathy when his tongue dipped inside your entrance. You found yourself coming again for him, singing his name instead of Jeans. A newfound guilty pleasure erupted from your core along with a flow of juices. You gasped never have experienced a climax like this before. Eren relished in your wetness, soaking in your arousal.

“Can you do that again for me Valentine?” He sounded so eager, it made your knees weak. Blush painted your cheeks, he was quick to pull you back into his mouth. Fleeting feelings of embarrassment and guilt floated away. Your body listening to his pleas, unraveling waves of pleasure onto his tongue again and again.

Valentine

Part two mayhaps, It’s bedtime - Ivy

[lets-try-some-writing]

prime going ballistic and allying himself with the enemy to get his kids back for 500 please!

if you need time to do this its fine take as long as you want-

Everyone loves protective Papa Prime huh? Well, who am I to deny the desire to see him going to any lengths to protect his kiddos?

Stolen

After the exhausting experience that dealing with his sparklings going through their growth spurts at the same time, Optimus was totally out for the count. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to. He was out cold in deep recharge and so did not even so much as twitch when his sparklings wandered off. The rest of the team were in similar states of exhaustion due to their extensive energon scouting missions and the odd battle with the Decpeticons. As such they were not at all aware of it when the sparklings marched on through the groundbridge before it closed after a patrol returned.

It was of course Miko's idea to go through the big glowy portal. She had seen every other bot go through it and she was desperate to take a look at what was one the other side. Jack had left base a handful of times but never without Optimus, as such he was very much dubious. But not wanting to leave Miko alone knowing she would likely only cause even greater trouble for their Sire, he opted to follow her through the groundbridge using his own experience as justification for doing so. He would have told another bot, but with all of them being so very exhausted, he in his naivety assumed that it would just be a quick trip. As such he also decided that it was a perfectly acceptable idea to take Rafael with them as well. That way their Sire and the rest of their family could relax for a bit and Jack would keep his siblings safe and protected while they went on their adventure.

It was a foolproof plan in the processors of each of them, save for Rafael who was too young to know what was going on... that was until the sparklings stepped through the groundbridge and had it close behind them. Jack's first response was to panic, he scoured the area, looking for the groundbridge and hoping that it had just moved or something. Meanwhile Miko worriedly began wandering around, no longer all that excited due to how strange everything was and how scary the world seemed without Optimus there to protect her. At the same time Rafael began bawling as he followed Jack around, holding onto his leg and whimpering. The trio of sparklings had no clue what to do, and so not knowing any better, Jack followed his instincts and began searching out civilization. On Cybertron this would have been fine, and in fact it would have been the best course of action for lost sparklings since any and all sparklings are cared for regardless of faction. But on earth? That is an incredibly different story. As such it did not take long for MECH to catch wind of the sparklings as they tried to get toward the nearest city.

By the time Optimus woke up to the feeling of pure undiluted terror and pain from his sparklings over the bond, checked the security footage, and groundbridged to the area his little ones had ended up in, it was too late. Trapped in cages and being carried away in helicopters were his sparklings, each fighting denta and claw to escape. Optimus did everything in his power to get to them but he could not reach them even when he pushed himself. In the end he screamed into the void and feverishly worked at base to try and find their location. He had already had his sparklings taken once, he would not allow anyone to keep them from him.

He wouldn't recharge, he wouldn't fuel, he wouldn't do anything but work to hunt down his stolen sparklings. Eventually, despite the team's best efforts, they had to knock him out and stick an IV in his arm just to get him to rest. But as the days ticked by, things began looking more and more dire. The sparklings couldn't be found anywhere even with the entire team out on the hunt day and night. It did not take long for Optimus's mental state to deteriorate again, and this time at rapid fire pace. In less than three days he was ready to commit a genocide to find his little ones, even going so far as to begin threatening Fowler should he fail to find them. The Matrix screamed at him and his spark wailed as he felt his sparklings cry out in pain and fear. By day five of finding nothing in regards to the sparklings, something in Optimus snapped. He no longer cared about anything except getting his little ones home, the war could go slag itself and morality could take a backseat. And so in the dead of night while the team were all out cold exhausted, he called upon his greatest foe.

Optimus: Megatron, I require your assistance and I will not take no for an answer.

Megatron: What makes you think you can order me around Prime?

Optimus: You are a monster, but a monster that I share one value with.

Megatron: And what might that be?

Optimus: *smiling cruelly* I think we can both agree that those who harm sparklings deserve to die.

Megatron: *very much scared for his life* On that... we can indeed agree.

Optimus was allowed onto the nemesis not long after on the agreement that he not break anything or otherwise attempt to sabotage Decepticon plans. Most expected him to walk on looking stoic as ever, grimly determined and cautious. What not a spark expected was for him to march on in like he owned the place, a huge axe in place of his sword, and an expression that screamed death and spoke of slight insanity. He didn't even seem wary as he began issuing orders and using Decepticon tech to get a better scan of the planet. Not even Soundwave dared to interrupt the Prime, instead opting to assist in order to get him off the ship as soon as possible. With Optimus in his maddened obsessive state, no good could possibly come form having him around longer than necessary.

By the time Optimus managed to track down MECH's base, his anger was undeniable. His frame shook and rattled, his optics glowed nearly white with the additional wrath of the Matrix, and in that moment Optimus did not look like the holier than thou Prime... he looked like a spark eater of legend, just waiting to be unleashed. As such when he requested aid on the ground, Megatron was loathe to deny him for fear of losing his own helm.

Megatron: *doing his best to stay calm* Tell me Prime, what do you intend to do to the humans who have taken your sparklings?

Optimus: *not looking up from the screen showing MECH's base* I will kill each and every one of them. Not a spark will escape me.

Megatron: *scared as pit of what Optimus could do if he ever turned that anger toward him* I see...

Soundwave: *whispering to Megatron* Caution advised.

Megatron: I know

MECH were not prepared in the slightest when Optimus appeared in the middle of their base armed to the teeth and not even hesitating to blast the closest human into paste. Not even Primus could have stopped Optimus (not that he would have) as he raged, slaughtering each and every human in the base and leaving Megatron and his troops to watch from nearby in horror. They only joined Optimus on the ground partially out of morbid curiosity, but mostly out of a desire to ensure Optimus was able to take out his anger on the humans and not them. They captured any MECH agents who tried to escape and tossed them back into the slaughter house that was once their base of operations.

The Vehicons shook in terror as Optimus played a sick game of hide and seek with the few humans who tried to hide, giving them the faintest glimmer of hope only to end their lives the moment they "won" the games he forced them to play. It was sick, it was twisted, and gave Megatron a harsh wake up call, reminding him of what Optimus could have become if he pushed him too far. As Optimus finished slaughtering the last human, Megatron prayed for the first time in millennia for Primus to protect him from the monster before him. The warlord audibly sighed in relief when the Prime's attention was shifted away from him and to his sparklings who were held in a cage and cried out for their Sire. He did not so much as twitch while Optimus, who was positively covered in gore from helm to pede, ripped the lock of the cage and pulled out his sparklings with tears of joy in his optics.

The sparklings didn't seem to care about the fact that their Sire was covered in blood and guts and merely wept in relief at being reunited. All the while Megatron stood in shock at everything he had seen.

Prime had sparklings, three of them. Where he got them, how he got them, and how long he had them were questions Megatron was too afraid to ask so he simply accepted it.

Prime, the normally peace loving, loft sparked, former archivist was capable of rage, true maddening rage.

Prime had killed nearly a hundred humans and didn't even seem the slightest bit guilty about it.

With these three facts sitting right in front of him, Megatron didn't even try to backstab Optimus and just watched silently as Optimus called for a groundbridge and left with his sparklings without so much as a threat or a thanks. The Decepticons all vowed that day to never touch the Prime's sparklings, lest they end up smoking husks on the floor.

When Optimus arrived at base the team's first response was relief as they saw the sparklings, but then it swiftly turned to absolute horror as they looked at their Prime. The dopey contented smile on Optimus's face and the gore coating every inch of his frame were the most terrifying set the team had ever seen. Optimus rarely smiled so openly and he never, at least in living memory up until that moment, killed so maliciously, much less humans. Smokescreen passed out immediately at the sight and the rest of the team barely fared any better, most shaking in dread and having to hold onto something for support as Optimus came near. Only Ratchet was able to hold himself together enough to take the now blood coated sparklings to give them a checkup after their traumatic kidnapping. However Optimus did not stray far and remained looming over Ratchet's shoulder as he worked, blood and the occasional scrap of intestine dropping to the floor as he paced around, watching like a hawk.

Optimus only eased off once Ratchet shakily informed him that the sparklings were fine aside from a few incisions and minor energon deficiency. Even then he did not excuse himself to the showers to clean up until each of his sparklings were cleaned, calmed, and put into the arms of the team to ensure they didn't wander off (not that they would after their experience). Once Optimus came out of the showers he looked and acted completely normal, as if he hadn't gone on a vengeful killing spree at all. The team never asked him for specifics as to what went on during his rescue of the sparklings. But based on the newfound fear they could see in the optics of the Decepticons whenever Optimus appeared on the battlefield, they got a pretty good idea of what happened.

However they could not bring themselves to fear or see Optimus any differently when they watched him lovingly care for his little ones when they woke in terror from nightmares about their imprisonment. In all honesty they couldn't even blame Optimus as most of the team came to the conclusion that they wouldn't have acted much differently if they were the primary caretaker for the sparklings.

[nameless-ghoul-trash]

Papa emeritus IV X Ghoul!Mom!F!Reader

Part 3

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Word count: 2.3

Lightly proofread

Warnings: Cussing

Part 2 / Part 4

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The last two days had seemed the drag by. Your dinner plans constantly on your mind. It had caused several emotions to rotate through you. From anxiety to excitement, it seemed like a never-ending cycle.

Currently, you felt more anxiety than anything as you made your way towards his office. You had spent the last hour going through your closest. Trying to decide what you wanted to wear was harder than you'd have originally thought. You didn't want to just wear your everyday uniform. After going through every piece of clothing you owned, which turns out it wasn't a lot, you had opted for a simple black dress/romper. Doing some light makeup and wearing your hair down.

Coming face to face with his office door, your nerves were eating you alive. It had been so long since you had been in a situation like this, by your own choice. Pushing through, you knocked. The door opened before you had finished, a nervous looking Copia on the other side. At least you weren't alone. Taking in his appearance, you not the nice black button up and black slacks. He looks good. "(Y/N)! You are here." He cringed into himself at his awkwardness. You give him a soft smile, trying to calm his nerves and yours. "Please come in, il mio fiore!" He stepped to the side and opened the door wider to let you in. "Thank you, again, for inviting me." Your smile had yet to fall. "Thank you for coming." He countered, gracing you with a meek smile of his own.

Scanning the room, it had changed since you had last seen it. It was tidier. There was now a decent sized square table, adorned with a variety of different foods, that now sat in the normally empty space. With quick steps, Copia moved to pull out a beautiful ornate chair for you. "Please sit!" Taking your seat, you thank him. Waiting for him to take his place, you remove your mask. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I had a couple of different options made. So please help yourself!" He motioned to the table. Doing a quick scan of the prepared foods, your eyes immediately land on your favorite. Copia takes a mental note as you begin to dress your plate quietly. He finally takes a moment to just take you in. "You look absolutely stunning tonight, il mio fiore." He said it as if he was completely enamored by you, which in turn causes your face to immediately flush hot.

Making eye contact, you both sit with an awkward air surrounding the two of you for a couple of heartbeats. You let out a small giggle. You felt like a human teenager. "Thank you, Copia. You don't look so bad yourself." He flashed a small smile, and his eyes brightened. Breaking his eyes away, reaching for an already open bottle. "Ehh, would you like some wine?" He motioned to the empty glass to your right. "Yes, thank you." Sliding the glass closer to him, he began to pour the pale pink liquid. "How has your day been?" He asked, push the glass back and filling his own. "It has been good. Pretty normal. How was yours? Anything exciting?" You bring your glass to your lips and savor the taste. It was light and sweet with a lovely berry flavor.

"It has been okay. Lots of paperwork and band work mainly." He talks while dressing his plate. The silence falls back into place as you both begin to eat. It continues that way till Copia notices you glass empty. "More wine?" He offers. "Yes, thank you!" You smile politely, and he fills your cup. "So, what is it like being Papa for you?" You were curious. "It's a lot, honestly. There is always something that needs to be done or someone who needs me. Sono sempre stanco, but I make due. The other Papa's had made it look so easy." You chuckle. "It was not easy for them by any means, I can tell you that. They all had their own struggles."

"Were you close to them?" You take a sip before you answer. "I suppose in some ways. I've been around for a long time. I essentially got to watch them grow into the men they were. I even got to see Papa Nihil in his youth. I was probably closest to Primo out of all of them. Even in his younger years, we just kinda clicked." Copia soaked up every word. He enjoyed learning about you and what you had to share. A sadness rang through his heart at the discovery, though. You had been close to his brothers. Brothers who are long gone from this earth. "What was it like?" The question confused you. "Was what like?" "Knowing them. What were they like. I never got the chance to know them beyond surface level." Studying his face, you let out a sigh. It hurt to think about them, but didn't he deserve to know who they really were? "Primo was strong headed and passionate about his hobbies. He loved his garden fiercely and took his duties very seriously, but he had a sense of humor. He listened with such intensity and gave the best advice." You took another sip from your glass before continuing.

"Secondo was similar in ways but so different. He was wild in his off time. Confident. While he was Papa, he was strict but kind. Terzo was wild, too. He was flashy, flirty, and flamboyant in a sense. He probably struggled with being Papa the most out of the three. Not that he didn't try." Sometimes Copia wasn't the best at hiding what he felt. This was one of those times, everything showing on his face. "Are you okay?" Your question seemed to catch him off guard. "Like really okay?" Giving a small smile, he nods. "Sí, il mio fiore. Why do you ask?" "Just asking. Sometimes, it's good to check with people." He quieted for a second, looking at you. "Are you okay, il mio fiore?" You opened your mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'm fine' but stop yourself, pressing your lip together. You hold contact with his mismatched colored eyes.

This was an opportunity to talk to someone. To let someone know what you feel, but also get hurt. It was an opportunity to build an attachment that would inevitably end. Leaving you alone again. Could you take that risk? Would you even allow yourself? When you had lost Primo, it had been so hard. He had been your best friend for so long. Could you do that again? You already felt too close to some of Copia's ghouls. A tight feeling forms in the back of your throat as you try to hold your emotions in. You could feel your eyes grow watery. It was overwhelming. Having all these questions for yourself but no answers. 'You know i honestly don't know.' Is what you should say. Be honest with him.

"I guess I manage." It wasn't a lie. His eyes lingered on you as if he could sense the inner turmoil but did not press. Shifting your attention back to your plate, you take a couple of bites. "Tell me about what being on tour is like." He perked up at the topic change."Oh! Touring both funny and exhausting. Getting to see different people and places, but it moves so fast." You listen intently as you eat. "When I am on stage, I can be confident and myself. I can mess with the ghouls, and they mess back. The crowds love it. It feels good. Sleeping on the bus isn't great. It's probably my least favorite part. " You give a chuckle at that. "You said being on stage makes you confident?" "Yes. I could say or do practical anyway, and the fans would eat it up." He makes a nom nom nom sound that causes you to laugh. "Sometimes, it feels like I have to keep up the raunchiness, but that's not hard." He wiggled his eyebrows, and you both laugh. "I bet."

As the laughter died down, Copia spoke up. "I have a bit of a, eh, personal question." Smiling, you nod, encouraging him to talk. "What was it like when you were summoned?" That was probably the last question you thought would be asked. "Oh, umm." "You don't have to answer if you don't want to!" He quickly amended, sensing the shift. "No. No, it just kind of took me by surprise. It wasn't - " You pause leaning back in your chair. "It wasn't good. I was summoned by Papa Nihals' grandfather in 1894. They were very inexperienced. Still trying to figure us ghouls out. When I was pulled from the pit, I was pulled away from everything I knew. I had to leave those important to me. I was confused and scared. It was all so different from what I'm used to. Even time moves differently. Unlike now, I had no one to help me understand. " Copia kept his eyes glued to you, listening to every word with intensity. "I was "farel". I attacked and killed 3 men that night. What did they expect? You back someone into a corner and expect it to go well. Doesn't work that way." You watch him, gauging his reactions to the information you were giving him.

Copia was hardly fazed. You were a ghoul. He had been around enough throughout his life to know better. "They kept me locked away from the majority of the clergy and siblings of sin. The rest of the summoned ghouls seem to have adjusted fairly quickly. It took me four years to come to terms with what was now my life." Copia was still processing it all. "I'm sorry. That must have been hard." You shrug. "Shit happen. It was a long time ago. Just make sure you are understanding of the new ghoul." You began to fill your glass again only for it to not even fill a quarter of the way. "Looks like we went through that fast." You laughed out. "Want to go for a walk and snag some from the good stash?" Copia asked with a look in his eyes that was new to you. Something akin to mischief. "Hell yeah!" You stand, swallowing the leftover wine in your glass and done your mask. Copia follows. "Let's go."

Leaving his office, Copia leads the way. Fallowing close behind you notice, he's not heading towards the celler. No. He leads you straight to Sister Imperators office. "No way." You look at him with wide eyes. He flashes another mischievous look and pulls out a set of keys. Unlocking the door, he quietly makes his way into the room. "Keep a look out. Wouldn't want to get caught." There was an underlying snicker in his voice. You kinda liked this new side of him. It was playful. You look both ways down the hall as he goes straight to a wood cabinet in the corner and pulls out 2 bottles from the back. "Let's get out of here." He scurried back out of the room, handing the bottles to you so he could lock the door. You definitely felt like a human teenager. Grabbing one back, he makes quick strides down the hall and in the direction of the door that leads to the garden. He looks back to you. "I have something I want to show you." Holding the door open, he waits for you to exit.

Once you're both outside, he grabs your hand and tugs you in the direction of the out edge of the garden. Coming to a full stop at the herb beds, you notice some new additions. A brand new stone bench sets in front of the lemon grass, which butts up against Primo's greenhouse. On either side of the bench are pots filled with (favorite flower).

This is your spot. You often come out here at night to think or spend some time alone. Turning to face him, you see him watching you. "You did this? How did you know?" His ears and neck flush, and he brings his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "As much as I would love to take credit, no. I didn't do it alone. I employed the help of my ghouls on this one. Sodo and Mountain mainly." You surge forward and pull him into a hug. "Thank you." He slowly hugged you back. "Sei il benvenuto, fiore mio." Pulling away, he gave you a smile.

Walking over to the bench, you plop down and pat the spot beside you, smiling back. As he was sitting down, another voice rang out across the garden. "Papa!" Groaning softy, he stands back up. "Sí?" Before too long, a Sister makes her way over, handing him a letter. "Papa, Sister Imperator has requested you meet her in her office." "Yes. Tell her I will be there shortly." Nodding the Sister turns and leaves. "Unfortunately, our time has been cut. Il mio fiore, please forgive me." Offering him a small smile, you reassure him. "It's alright. I understand." "Would you like me to hide these for another time?" He holds up the bottle in his hand. "I would love that." You hand him yours. "Goodnight, Il mio fiore." "Goodnight Copia."

A sadness spread through your chest as the feeling of loneliness came creeping back. Watching him turn away just made it worse. Before you knew it, your body reacted, reaching out and griping his wrist. A thought shot across your mind. What are you doing? Your actions seemed to startle him as he looked back at you. "Will you come back here? Tomorrow night? To meet with me?" You ask, desperately wanting him to say yes. "Of course. Right before dark. I'll be here." With that, you let his wrist go, and he walked away. With him out of eyesight, you bring your knees to your chest and enjoy sometime in the garden.

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sono sempre stanco- I am always tired.

Sei il benvenuto, fiore mio.- You are very welcome, my flower

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If at least one part of this gave you second hand embarrassment, then I portrayed the akwarkness the way I wanted to. Sorry it took so long to get this one out. I spent like 3 hours one day trying to work out dates for when (Y/N) would have been summoned and rewrote this part like twice. Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed the read. As always, feedback and requests are always appreciated and encouraged.

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[ursawood]

elden ring dlc final boss spoilers

feel like im going fucking nuts because i like... dont really mind the final boss' lore? the fight is completely busted mechanically and i really did not want to fight radahn ever again, but i really dont get most of the complaints about the story itself.

im honestly surprised at how many people earnestly think they shouldve brought godwyn back as lord consort instead which. im gonna be real. i think thats really fucking stupid LOL. the base game tells you over and over that he is the deadest guy who has ever died. he has a whole questline and ending. his story is over. ive seen a lot of people say that radahn being revived somehow retcons or ignores the stuff in the base game about miquella attempting to revive godwyn, but in my eyes castle sol tells the complete story on its own. miquella didnt want to bring godwyn back to life, he wanted him to die a true death. if anything, he probably would have opted to use godwyn's body instead of mohg's if he hadnt given up.

the argument that radahn wouldn't have made the vow in the first place falls flat to me too. he adores godfrey, why wouldn't he want to become a powerful lord when miquella ascends to godhood? he went back on the vow, but we know miquella influences people's wills so it doesn't seem contradictory that he ends up as lord consort anyway imo

there's stuff linking miquella and radahn in the base game, even if we aren't told explicitly that they were close. sellia, where radahn grew up, is full of miquella's lillies. ordina, a town ostensibly built by miquella for his followers, has architecture identical to sellia. its not super explicit, and you wouldn't be able to come to the conclusion that radahn is fated to be miquella's consort from that, but people have accepted that melina is a daughter of marika based on even less. (or that shes the GEQ or whatever the fuck lol) and, yknow, the whole issue of malenia's crusade against radahn that was never fully explained until now

yeah miquella's plan undermines radahn's honorable death, but i think thats intentional. miquella is selfish. he's a child, he doesnt understand how his actions impact others, and he thinks the potential good outweighs whatever harm he causes. its fucked up by design.

my biggest issue with it is just how hard it sidelines malenia. the crusade wasn't her choice, she marched to caelid solely to deliver a threat on miquella's behalf, gravely injured herself in the process, and now she can't do anything except wait for him to get back. her lack of agency kind of fucking sucks.

anyway. it really annoys me when people act like godwyn was the intended final boss all along and fromsoft just rewrote everything 2 days before launch "to subvert expectations/for fan service". plenty of shit in the dlc feels rushed but this genuinely does feel like they were setting up for radahn the entire time, at least to me. it certainly was never gonna be godwyn lol

[neonmetro]

HII ive been a huge fan of your art for forever and i never get tired of seeing it in my feed. you have this very specific style of design and composition (the fonts, the colors, the symbols) that scratches my brain really hard and i'd love to hear about the thoughts behind them!!!!

AHHH THANK YOU !!!!!!!!!! ofc :D i hope you don't mind the rambling

i'll be very honest most of my compositions just follow the triangle rule (making poses follow a triangle) and filling up the page (with text, icons, etc) and lots of going back and forth seeing whether or not smth looks good 😭 like spending literal hours on the placement of sparkles

i REALLY like using text in my art and i usually have a certain phrase or highly specific vibe where i'll then go and look for a quote that'll fit that vibe and i'll usually place it somewhere midway through lineart

i kind of use the same few fonts and i think its pretty noticeable (kozuka mincho std h, hanmingwang mainly) but its mainly bc i can use it for both chinese and english words, i think it gives off a really cool vibe to use both languages with fonts that have serifs

i also just. make shit up as i go tbh i usually draw the pose first and have to work a background around it and maybe add some sparkles to fill some more space

the ahab piece i just knew i wanted waves at her feet and the composition to feel like its at sea, with her hair mimicking oceans. once i was done rendering the fullbody i just looked up vintage ships line art for the bg and thought maybe the white circle/halo would look cool) and the outis piece i only had the half body and chibi drawn out and kinda framed everything around it

i usually pick text that's kinda on the nose references, the ahab piece's chinese text is "moby dick" and "WHITE WHALE HOLY GRAIL" is from blood and thunder about. well. captain ahab. the outis is again just more direct references, w. corp, her trailer quote, and her own name. there was some extra space in between the chibi and the halfbody i wanted to fill and originally wanted to do a train icon but it wouldn't fit in such a small space, so i decided to go for sign icons instead (thinking about it, if i didn't do the exit sign i might've done a wet floor sign or smth but i like the little detail of adding the X on the arrow leading out, giving her no exit)

i always feel something is missing from the composition so i spend a long time trying things out since i usually don't have this planned out but also backgrounds are uniquely weird because i want the characters to stick out but contrast is very important to me

i remember trying to figure out how to make the background of this piece both cohesive with the rest of the art and also make it not blend in together (so i opted to add shading to the leaves while also doing another gradient from the right corner up), the sparkles were also there to fill in space

most of my colors are just slightly more saturated vers of the character i'm drawing's canon colors and then i slap 48762793832 filters on top to make it even more saturated lawl

like this is a sneak peak of art that's queued up ^ and there's a pretty massive diff before gradient maps/filters and after lol

[thewitcheswitch89]

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Papa Emeritus IV - Part 30

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You looked at the ghouls. They were standing behind you in the living room. "Ehmm do you want something to drink...? I mean, I don't know if you usually drink or eat..." you said a little nervously.

The ghouls exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in their eyes. They were not used to being offered such hospitality, especially while on guard duty.

Sodo, always the cheeky one, was the first to speak. "Well, well, well, aren't you a proper little hostess," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

"So is that a yes or a no?" you asked.

"Oh, it's definitely a yes," Sodo replied with a grin. "We could never refuse a kind gesture like yours."

Mountain and Phantom, though less vocal, nodded in agreement. They looked appreciative of your offer, if a bit hesitant, not wanting to impose or make things uncomfortable.

"What do you want, coffee ... water?" you said as you walked into the kitchen.

Sodo leaned against the door frame, his hands casually shoved in his pockets as he watched you enter the kitchen.

"Water sounds good," he replied. "We don't need much to keep us going."

Mountain and Phantom chimed in, both opting for water as well. The ghouls watched you appreciatively, still a bit surprised by your hospitality.

You handed them the water and looked at them. "So you are ... Sodo, right?"

Sodo sipped his water and gave you an amused grin. "That's me," he confirmed, his eyes sparkling with his usual mischief. "The one and only Sodo."

"And you are?" you asked.

The ghouls chuckled, each taking their turn to introduce themselves.

Mountain, the tallest of the group, spoke. "Mountain," he said, his voice deep and rumbling.

Phantom, the more reserved one, gave a small nod. "Phantom," he added, his expression stoic yet somewhat friendly.

"So you play in Papa's band, right?" you smiled.

Sodo nodded, his grin widening. "That's right," he confirmed. "We're the badass musicians who help bring Copia's vision to life."

Mountain and Phantom chuckled in agreement, their expressions filled with pride. They seemed to appreciate your interest in their work.

"Wow, this is so cool!" you smiled.

The ghouls chuckled at your enthusiasm, each of them visibly amused by your compliments. Sodo, always the gregarious one, couldn't help but tease you a bit.

"Oh, we're more than cool, honey," he winked. "We're downright amazing."

"So what are we doing today... are you going to follow me around all day, right?" you asked.

The ghouls exchanged glances before nodding in unison.

"Yep," Sodo confirmed. "We're your personal bodyguards today. Where you go, we go."

Mountain nodded solemnly, his eyes flickering around the room, ever vigilant. Even Phantom, usually the quietest of the group, agreed with a simple "Yes."

"So ok...we can have breakfast in the cafeteria and then I have to go to the library..." you said.

The ghouls listened intently and nodded as you outlined your plans for the day. They adjusted their positions, silently preparing to accompany you.

"Library, huh?" Sodo grinned. "Are you a bookworm, dear?"

"No, I have to fulfill my duties there...have to write down Papas dark fairs. I have already copied the texts in my old monastery and decorated them with book painting...and Sister Imperator told me to do it for Copia as well!" you said.

The ghouls looked at each other, silently talking among themselves, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and surprise.

"So you're the one Copia's been raving about," Sodo commented with an amused grin on his face. "The convent girl who makes those fancy books and stuff."

"I'm afraid I'm more than just the girl who makes those fancy books and stuff for him. We're together...yeah, I guess you could call it that...in a relationship!" you said.

The ghouls exchanged confused looks, their eyes widening as they processed your words.

"Wait...wait," Sodo said, raising his eyebrows. "You and Papa are...together?" He looked at you, then at the others, as if to confirm that he had heard you correctly.

"You saw me kissing him a few minutes ago!" you laughed.

Sodo chuckled sheepishly, admitting that you were right.

"Yeah, but..." he scratched the back of his head, "You're a real thing? Like, you two are serious?"

Phantom and Mountain looked equally surprised, their eyes flickering in your direction.

"Yeah...you could say that! Why do you think I live in his apartment?!",

The ghouls exchanged another incredulous look, their surprise written all over their faces.

Sodo let out a loud whistle. "Well, damn! I guess our dad is really in love with you. First the apartment, now this."

Mountain and Phantom seemed equally shocked, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"What's wrong?" you asked them both.

Sodo chuckled, seemingly the most composed of the three.

"Oh, nothing is wrong," he assured you. "It's just a little unexpected, is all. We knew Copia liked you, but we didn't realize it was that serious."

Mountain and Phantom nodded in agreement, their expressions still a mixture of surprise and subtle envy.

You smiled at them. "So he told you about me... what did he say?"

Sodo chuckled again, enjoying your curiosity.

"Oh, all sorts of things. He went on and on about how beautiful you are, how you're the most 'perfect' thing he's ever seen, and how happy you make him."

Mountain and Phantom seemed amused by Sodo's words, but a hint of envy flickered in their eyes.

You blush.

The ghouls all chuckled slightly at your blushing reaction.

Sodo grinned broadly, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Looks like we found your weakness, sweetheart. Copia really is smitten."

Mountain and Phantom watched in silence, their expressions now amused along with a hint of envy.

You cleared your throat. "Ok, so...let's go get some breakfast!" you said as you walked out of the apartment, the three ghouls always behind you. you reached the cafeteria. You sighed and tried to ignore them. You got some breakfast and sat down at a table in the corner. The ghouls sat next to you.

As you made your way to the cafeteria, the ghouls followed closely behind you, their eyes scanning the room. They noticed the stares and whispers, but didn't seem to mind, used to being the center of attention.

Sodo took the seat next to you, while Mountain and Phantom sat across from you. The ghouls seemed unperturbed by the stares, their focus solely on you.

Sodo leaned back in his seat and watched you curiously. "Is it always like this?" he asked, referring to the stares.

"No....I am not accompanied by three ghouls!" you laughed.

Sodo chuckled with you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Well, you should be," he joked, winking.

Mountain and Phantom seemed amused by the exchange, their lips curled into small smiles.

"Don't you want to eat...?" you asked, looking at them.

Sodo shrugged casually. "We don't need to eat like humans," he explained. "But we could have some to keep you company."

Mountain and Phantom nodded in agreement, seemingly content to follow Sodo's lead.

"Besides," Sodo added with a grin on his face, "we'd rather keep an eye on you anyway."

"Oohh okay, but if you want, you can get some food in here!" you said, sipping your juice.

Sodo chuckled, amused by your offer, but shook his head.

"Nah, we're good. We prefer to stand guard," he replied.

Mountain and Phantom also declined, content to sit next to you. As you sipped your juice, you could feel their eyes on you, their protective instincts evident.

"But it's weird when I'm the only one eating and you're watching me...go and get some for yourself!" you said.

Sodo chuckled again, finding your insistence amusing.

"Fine, fine," he relented. "If you insist on us eating, we'll get something."

Mountain and Phantom watched as Sodo stood up, a grin on his face. "Are you sure you can manage without us for a few minutes?" he teased.

"Just leave Phantom here with me and grab something for him too!"

Sodo laughed and patted Phantom on the shoulder.

"You hear that, Phantom? You're on babysitting duty. Make sure she doesn't get lost or anything."

Sodo chuckled and headed for the buffet, leaving you and Phantom alone at the table. Phantom watched you for a moment, his eyes studying you with a hint of curiosity.

"Are you okay?" you asked him.

Phantom gave an almost imperceptible nod, his stoic expression unchanged.

"I'm... fine," he said in his usual quiet manner, his voice deep and gravelly. "Just making sure you're safe."

You smiled at him. "So tell me...could you feel it when Lilith gets close to me? Do you ghouls have any powers?"

Phantom seemed to consider your question for a moment, his eyes darkening slightly.

"We have... heightened senses," he replied after a short pause. "We can sense things that others cannot. And yes, we'd probably be able to sense if Lilith were approaching you."

He looked at you intently before continuing.

"But... there's something different about you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have... a presence about you. It's hard to explain. But we can feel it."

"Can you try to explain it?"

Phantom thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"It's... an aura," he explained. "A kind of... energy that surrounds you. And it's... intense. Stronger than we've ever felt before."

You swallowed hard. "Is it a good or bad aura?" you asked.

Phantom paused, his gaze fixed on you. His eyes darkened even more as he searched you, as if trying to perceive something hidden deep within you.

"Both," he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's... powerful. But also... dangerous."

"Did... did you ever tell Copia about this?" you said.

Phantom nodded slowly, his expression serious.

"We told Copia," he confirmed. "We felt it was important for him to know... and for us to keep an eye on you."

"But why didn't he tell me?" you said confused..."It must be Lilith's influence on me, right?"

Phantom nodded again.

"Probably," he replied. "Copia probably didn't want to scare you. Or maybe he was afraid it would change the way he saw you..."

He paused, studying your expression.

"But yes, it's probably because of Lilith's influence. Your aura has... a darkness to it. A presence that makes us uncomfortable."

"Makes you uncomfortable? What do you mean by that?"

Phantom paused, his gaze still intensely focused on you.

"There is... something malevolent about it," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It feels... dangerous. Like a storm gathering on the horizon."

"Okay...! But you can't sense Lilith right now...can you?"

Phantom shook his head.

"No," he said simply. "I cannot feel her presence. But I can still feel her influence on you."

You sighed. "Ok, the influence is nothing new," you said. Sodo and Moutnain returned with an enormous amount of food on their tablet.

Sodo and Mountain returned with plates piled high with food. Sodo smiled at your reaction to the amount of food they had.

"You should see when we ghouls really eat," he said mischievously.

Phantom watched silently, his watchful eyes on you.

"I thought you weren't hungry?"

Sodo chuckled, putting down his plate and taking a seat next to you.

"We always have room for good food," he replied. Mountain nodded in agreement, set his own plate down across from you, and began to eat.

You all finished your breakfast and then went to visit Copia in his office. The ghouls behind you when you knocked

After finishing your breakfast, you decided to go to Copia's office. The ghouls followed closely behind you as you knocked on the door. After a moment, you heard Copia's voice through the door.

"Come in." You entered.

Copia looked up from his desk as you entered, a small smile on his face. His eyes swept over the Ghouls for a moment, but then focused back on you.

"Ah, my dear," he said warmly. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing before I began my work in the library," you said as you walked toward him. The ghouls stayed inside Copies offince and closed the door behind you.

"The ghouls are really nice...can I keep them?" you smiled.

Copia chuckled, his hand gently stroking your cheek.

"The ghouls? My dear, they're not pets," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You can't just keep them."

"I know...!" you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Copia chuckled again, his hand moving from your cheek to playfully ruffle your hair.

"Don't give me that look," he teased. "I know you're just playing, darling. But the ghouls are not for keeping. They're my companions and friends."

"And my boyfriend knows it too," you smiled and kissed him. "

Copia smiled against your lips as you kissed him. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Yes, they're your friends now too," he agreed, his voice soft and warm. "But they're still not yours to take, my love."

"Stop, you know I was joking!" you sighed. Copia chuckled, his expression filled with affection.

"I know, sweetheart," he said, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. "But I enjoy teasing you too much. You're so adorable when you pout."

"Ok, I have to go... but is it true that the ghouls told you about my aura?"

Copia's smile faded slightly at your question and he nodded.

"Yes," he said quietly. "The ghouls mentioned it to me."

"Why didn't you tell me? I mean, I know it's probably Lilith's influence, but..." you said.

Copia sighed, his expression becoming serious.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you," he explained. "Yes, it's probably Lilith's influence, and the ghouls have been keeping an eye on you. But they've also been keeping me informed. I wanted to keep you safe without causing you undue stress."

"So the ghouls have been watching me already...? Ever since I told you about the nightmares?"

Copia smiled faintly, but his eyes remained serious.

"Ghouls can be quite stealthy and observant," he said, gently rubbing your arm. "They are adept at blending into the shadows and going unnoticed."

"Anyway... I enjoy their company," you said, kissing him. "See you at dinner... oh, I was thinking of inviting the ghouls, too!" you winked at him.

Copia chuckled, his expression softening at your suggestion.

"Invite the ghouls, huh?" he teased. "I suppose that can be arranged. They do enjoy a good meal. Just don't let them eat all the food," he joked, winking at you.

"You cook this time...!" you said and blew him a kiss before leaving his office. Copia laughed as you kissed him and walked away.

"All right, I'll cook tonight," he called after you. "But don't expect a gourmet meal!"

"Just make sure there is enough for all of us...the ghouls seem to have a big appetite!" you said, opening the door to the ghouls who had been waiting for you.

Sodo chuckled as you rejoined the ghouls.

"We do have big appetites," he agreed, grinning at you. "But don't worry, Copia's actually a pretty good cook. We won't go hungry."

"You heard everything?"

Sodo nodded, his grin growing.

"We heard everything," he confirmed. "Ghouls have keen hearing, remember? And we were right outside the door, so it wasn't really hard to overhear."

"Ok, so let's go...I have some work to do!" you said, walking towards the library. The ghouls always at your side

"Ok so lets go...i have some work to do!", you said and went to the library. The Ghouls at Your Side

Sodo chuckled and followed you, the other ghouls falling in step behind him. They stayed close to you as you made your way to the library.

"Lead the way, sweet cheeks," Sodo said playfully. "We'll be your personal bodyguards for the day."

As you reached the library, the ghouls watched the surroundings, their watchful eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. Sodo grinned as he walked beside you.

"Looks safe here," he remarked, his hands in his pockets. "But we'll still be on guard, just in case."

You began your work.

The ghouls continued to watch over you as you began your work. They stood nearby, their eyes constantly scanning the area. Occasionally, Sodo or Mountain would chat with you, keeping you entertained while you worked. Phantom, as always, remained silent and observant, his eyes never leaving your form.

The day passed slowly. The ghouls kept a watchful eye over you, occasionally offering to help with small tasks or fetching books you might need. Sodo, always the conversationalist, kept the atmosphere light with his witty remarks and jokes. Meanwhile, Mountain seemed content to simply observe and occasionally join in the conversation. The only one who remained silent was Phantom, his ever-watchful gaze never leaving you.

[mandrakebrew]

Can't Let You Go (Parasite Therapy AU)

Pairing: Sk.ull Fa.ce x Dr Palmer Words: 940 Rating: General Content Warning: oc x canon

Masterpost

Summary: Inspired by this post. Palmer nearly dies, but their commander brings them back. Of course, Palmer decides to be weird about it.

If Palmer knew what would almost kill them, they’d almost find it funny. Living in a world of flying bullets, bombs, and biological weapons, the idea of something as simple as slipping on the top step of a staircase was laughable. Yet they fell; down the stairs and into unconsciousness before they even land.

They wake up in their quarters. The realization they’re wearing a patient gown offsets the familiar feeling of their sheets. Even after just stirring, their mind can tell something is off. The feeling is new, almost like thirst, but wrong. They struggle to pinpoint what’s off about it. When they start to sit up, a voice that sounds like home greets them.

“Doctor.” Skull Face is sitting on the foot of the bed, watching them.

“Commander?” They croak, the sound of it nearly foreign to them. “What happened?”

“You fell down the stairs. That was about a week ago now.”

His bluntness is nothing new, but the information rattles them all the same. Palmer reaches up to feel their head with arms that feel heavy from muscle atrophy. There’s no swelling or anything else unusual. They look at their hands and flex their fingers, then pull their feet towards them. At least everything seems to be working. The doctor glances around and sees the monitoring equipment and IV stand next to their bed, though none of it is currently connected to them.

The strange thirst persists. They try to ignore it, but that almost seems to make it worse. Like trying to push down compulsive thoughts. Commands made to their cerebellum and brain stem, but those commands are not their own.

“A week?” Palmer asks.

“The medical team said you weren’t going to wake up.” This time when he speaks, Palmer notices that he sounds exhausted.

Palmer frowns at him, and then turns to get out of the bed. Slowly, they put pressure on their feet. They feel heavy, just like their arms had. Their whole frame feels heavier than it was just a few moments ago on the stairs. Soon their commander is in front of them, hands on their arms to help steady them. They slip their arms around his torso, burying their face in his chest. “Sorry to make you worry.”

“As you should be.” He huffs.

They smile in response before pulling away and sitting back down on the bed.

“The muscle atrophy should heal in a few days, as long as you’re up and moving.”

“Oh, it’ll take longer than that-” Palmer stops. Finally, it all clicks into place. “Wait, did you…?”

“They said you weren’t going to wake up.” He repeats himself, his voice shaky.

They stand up and walk over to a mirror on the wall. They look the same as before, though their hair looks filthy. Palmer wants to wash it immediately. The parasites’ influence feeds into that desire.

“I didn’t use the ones I use on the soldiers. I used my own.”

Palmer looks at his reflection in the mirror. His? Their condition must truly have been dire for him to do that. His super soldiers, The Skull Unit, are full of parasites he found. As far as the doctor knew, he’d never used parasites pulled from his own body on another person. Nor had he used this procedure on someone he actually cares about.

They turn and face the commander before saying, “Thank you.”

“Give it some time. You’ll take that back.” He says sardonically.

Arguing with the man would go nowhere, so they say nothing. Perhaps it was naivety, but they plan to make the best out of this. Every moment is something that nobody is promised.

Despite their optimism, Palmer could still feel the parasite’s thirst getting more insistent. The feeling is leagues worse than the stomach pains they would suffer through when they opted to keep working instead of feeding themselves. Those were easily ignored when they were really focused on research or a project.

Of course it was worse. It wasn’t their desire. It was the desire of the parasites, and there were thousands of them. Palmer was alone inside their skull.

Despite taking care of him for so many years, despite him trying to convey how it felt, it was another thing entirely to experience what he���d been dealing with. Ever since he was a child, and it was only now that Palmer could start to grasp it.

“Well, there is at least one upside to this,” Palmer said.

“What?” He looked incredulous.

They walked over to him, wrapped their arms around him and rested their chin on his chest, looking up at him. He wraps his arms around them in return.

“At least now you’re not alone in this.”

He frowns.

“Also… It’s kinda romantic when you think about it.”

His eyes widen at that. “How on earth-”

“They’re from your body, right? Now that part of you is keeping me alive.”

“They’re not from me, they’re…” He looks away, and seems to have trouble finding his words.

“You know what I mean. Same family of organisms. It’s something we share now.”

“Don’t you dare try to make me sentimental about the little monsters.”

“Well, you can’t hate them completely now. They saved me, after all.”

They more feel than hear the growl he lets out in response. Palmer just smiles and buries a laugh into his tie.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” He sighs and pushes them away gently. He turns them and starts walking them towards their small bathroom. “Go get a shower. You smell like death.”

“Hey!” Palmer says in mock offense, before following their commander’s orders.

[uwusillygirl]

hi there! (relapse ask anon here)

thank you for your “eye rolling parental advice” and cuddles. i really needed them. it’s always so hard not to dig and shred myself apart when i relapse. and i appreciate you saying that recovery isn’t linear, because in my experience it’s never been that way. i don’t know if it ever will be.

ive read your response a million times. i love it and it feels so real to me. i can see eddie acting his ass off to distract chrissy or pull her out of her mean little head sometimes. eddie (your eddie) in a caretaker role is something so tender and soft. it’s the magic little potion i put under my pillow. can cure me of pretty much anything.

do you have more caretaker eddie headcannons? 💗 thank you

hi!!!

it IS really hard not to beat yourself up in these situations, i totally get that! i think we're sort of socialized/conditioned to be like "we can beat this mental illness/neuroses/issue out of us with sheer discipline and force!!!" but that is simply not the case (nor is it a nice way to live!!!).

when i'm in a bad state and need to pull myself out of it (and am tempted to do so by beating myself up) i try to remind myself that i have never gotten anywhere/magically cured myself by being cruel, so maybe gentleness and grace is the way to get out of this (and often times, it is! but worst case scenario, you're in that rough patch with a lot more love than before)

hehe i'm glad you liked the headcanons! i'm glad you like him, i think my eddie occasionally borders on unreal/out of character just because he's SO good at it lmao, but it's MY fantasy fic and i get to do what i want! i'm gonna write a ridiculously skillful caretaker man!

mmm lemme see what else i've thought of for him... i'd say i definitely see him as a big proponent of like going outside/touching grass/seeing friends to feel better, and chrissy may too be in her head to make plans but eddie's fine making them for them, even if it's just going to a movie with max or something (that SAID, i think he knows that may be overwhelming to chrissy if she's wanting to like curl into a small ball/is feeling physically wrong in her body - in those cases he opts for like giving her a set amount of time to just mope on the couch and then she has to like do something nice for herself, even if it's something of his choosing).

i think he's a shit cook but has a very small selection of things he can cook on the days chrissy feels bad, because he doesn't like the thought of leaving her at home on her own.

also i think what makes him a good caretaker is he doesn't really show his hand much. like he mentally has a bunch of game plans in his back pocket, but he never tells chrissy these exist, so she's sort of on her toes enough to be sufficiently distracted, even if he's just making her dry dishes that he washes or open their beers or whatever.

[backslashdelta]

Oh hi. I just reread Dont Say You Miss Me! Ive read that one several times—no idea why i never smashed the love button. Probably because i was too gutted. 😢 (I know Ive read other things of yours, because I know ive trolled your author page looking for more. More than once.)

I love your style — your bare honesty and willingness to leave us hanging in the heartbreak.

This passage:

In the end he opts for silence, peels his eyes away from Kurt and turns back to the shelf, slowly continuing to sort through the contents of the bathroom they used to share, picking out the things belonging to him and trying not to linger on the things that don't. Eventually he hears Kurt's soft sigh, hears the footsteps as he walks back out into the open area of the loft, talks quietly to Sam for a moment, and then slips back out the front door to leave Blaine and Sam to the task at hand.

is lovely in its truth… such a completely real and relatable end to a relationship. It feels like it could be any one of us standing in that bathroom.

You definitely should be writing. If you’re anything like me, you need an idea to grab you, and if it doesn’t, it’s hard to get going. (And/or you pick apart every single damn syllable you write until you drive yourself distracted.)

So, are you working on things? Or are you stuck in the “I want to write but nothing’s speaking to me” place? Or…?

Thanks for responding to my note! Go write all the things!

Okay ohhhhmygod this is such a lovely ask thank you so much! So sweet of you to take the time to ask me what to read and then go read it RIGHT AWAY and send me such a lovely message - I really really I appreciate it 💜

Now, on to the actual contents!

First of all - honoured that you've read this and some of my other writing before!! And to have had multiple rereads is just gkdhsksks to me. Like realistically I know people reread fanfiction all the time, but I forget that that's true of my fics as well you know? So that's a very welcome and needed reminder!

And also that comment on style THANK YOU. I love angst and I love stories that leave me heartbroken so it's definitely something I try to incorporate into my own writing, and that's some of the best praise I could receive honestly. And the particular passage you pulled out is so interesting to me, like I definitely do really love it but it's so cool to see that other people appreciate the little moments like that as well, it's not big and dramatic or anything but that it still has an impact is just so lovely to hear. And here's a link to the fic in case anyone else wants to read it.

Now, for my current predicament! It's not really an ideas issue - I have ideas, I have a wip that I've been posting since summer 2021 that I would love nothing more than to finish. I'm really invested and interested in the story, and I can spend time thinking about it and what I want to happen, but just about any time I sit down to write I just can't. Not sure if you've read it (or even if you'd want to since I'm not sure your stance on wips and also on Sebastian/Kurtbastian, but it also involves Klaine and is Blaine/Klaine friendly so maybe that's a plus), it's very angsty and it has a couple of my favourite ships so it should be everything I love to write but I just can't do it.

So I guess it's "I want to write, I know what I want to write, I just can't write," lol, which is possibly the most frustrating place to be of all.

I'm not really sure what the solution is, so my plan is to try not to stress too much about it, and hopefully I'll feel inspired again before too long.

[jessiarts]

Hi!! Ive been trying to follow all the ai art stuff and have been left with kind of a conundrum. I make a lot of art “as a hobby” but for a long time I’ve been planning to make social media accounts specifically for my art. I hadn’t yet bc i want to prepare myself and learn how to approach commissions, but now I don’t know what to do. It feels like if I post my art online itll just get stolen, and especially if I start now people will twist it to say ive consented to it by starting to post my art once ai databases are a thing (instead of my art already being online and getting stolen before anyone realized where this was going.) But posting art online is the way to market it and do commissions and stuff, so i feel like my choices are to let my art get stolen online for ai or have a bunch of paintings sitting in my closet that no one will ever see and no chance of pursuing art as a financial source. What should I do? I thought maybe to just wait and see how things shake out legally first but that could take years

I completely understand, this whole situation surrounding how the Ai Tools were rolled out is very frustrating.

Unfortunately, there's no one right way to go about this, but I'm going to do my best.

Regarding making social media for your art and being worried that people will say "Well since you decided to do it right when Ai came out it means you consent to it being taken to train the Ai!" I say don't let this stop you if you really want to do it. If anyone comes at you and says you consented just because you happened to choose now, they're full of shit and are pretending to have never heard of a coincidence. It's not your fault Ai came out around the same time you were considering trying to create socials for your art and looking into doing commissions.

That said, always sign your work. Don't let anyone tell you not to, and typically the only people who will try won't be other artists, but rather people who want to repost art without crediting the artist.

Personally, I place my signature somewhere in the piece and then I also add a social tag in one of the upper corners. You will find what works for you if you haven't already.

We unfortunately cannot control other people's choices when it comes to them stealing our work, but we can make it harder for them to claim it's their own. Also remember if it does happen that you can report a copyright violation to the respective social site and get it taken down.

For Ai scraping it's a little trickier, as it's still a bit wobbly of a situation. As you know, they've currently got it on an "opt-out" situation, and we don't really know what site will be the next DeviantArt or ArtStation (meaning who will next throw it's users under the bus and make scraping opt-out, rather than opt-in as it should be.)

The best advice I have is use haveibeentrained.com to see if your work has been scraped. Here's a post with more information about it, but essentially it's a site created by Spawning to help artists opt-out their art from Ai training.

Spawning is an independent organization working with the companies behind the Ai tools (like Stability Ai and Laion) on the behalf of artists, trying to get those companies to change the model into opt-in only. HaveIBeenTrained is just a first step in hopefully getting there.

Of important note: one misconception is that the Ai is scraping and updating it's databases in real time, which isn't true. If I understand correctly, the Ai has already scraped art for the training of Stable Diffusion V3, and haveibeentrained is providing artists with a way to object and opt out their work before the next training happens. You use the site to search your art to see if it's been scraped into the database, and then you can request to opt it out of the next training session, which will be happening in a week or two.

I'd check it out if you haven't already and spread the word so any artists you know can try to take advantage and opt out as many pieces as they can, let these companies know that we don't consent to any of our art being used to train Ai until we're given the bare minimum decently of being allowed to consent first.

Apologies for the length, but I hoped this helped at least a little! I wish you luck in whatever you decide!

[talaok]

Steve can’t know(Chapter V)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: You and Eddie go on a date,but it doesn't exactly go as planned

Content warning: minor smut

Chapter I  Chapter II  Chapter III  Chapter IV  Chapter V   Chapter VI   Chapter VII    Chapter VIII

It was 2 pm and you had to leave in 1 hour. Eddie had told you to meet him at a picnic table in the woods, to which he had given you all the directions after you had informed him you had no idea where it was. He had offered to walk there with you, but you had refused, considering it too risky. You hated all of this secrecy, this running around, and you especially hated the fact that you had to keep lying to your brother, but you knew he wasn't going to approve and you weren't ready to give up what you had with Eddie just yet. Every time you were with him you felt alive and you forgot about everything else in your life. It was just you and him and nothing else mattered. It scared you a little, this feeling. You had never experienced it with anyone before. Sure, you had had a boyfriend or two, but nothing could have ever compared to this. Every time you had a thought, your brain would magically make it about him. You woke up in the morning wondering if he had heard his alarm or if he was gonna be late as always, and you went to sleep at night wishing he could have been there holding you. It scared you because you had no way of knowing whether he felt the same way, or if he would have laughed at you if he had found out about how you were feeling. And what scared you the most, was that you knew this wasn't supposed to be happening, and you knew that it could have never worked out, and you knew that it was wrong, and that he was a criminal, and that he was an outcast, and that Steve despised him, but what you knew the most was that you liked him, really liked him, and you weren't sure how you could ever stop feeling that way.

You got dressed, and since today was sunny you opted for a green skirt with a floral pattern to go with a simple white shirt. You wanted to look nice but not as if you had spent hours getting ready, it was just a date in the woods after all. You put a bit of mascara on and brushed your hair, that thankfully seemed to be collaborating, falling almost perfectly on your shoulders. After putting on your jacket and getting your bag, you got out of the room, closing the door behind you.

"Steve, I'm going out with Sarah" you lied, again. "Oh ok" he said not even looking away from the tv. You breathed a sigh of relief, starting towards the front door. "Wait, Y/N?" you heard him say, rushing to you from the couch, your heart started racing and you held your breath "Are you going to be home for dinner?" he asked. You let out a soft laugh "Yes, I think so" you said, going out the door.

"Are you smoking pot?" you asked, getting closer to him. You had finally found the table you were supposed to meet at. He was seated on the wooden bench with what looked and definitely smelled like a joint between his lips. He looked up to you and smiled, throwing the reefer on the ground and putting it out with his feet "Absolutely not, do I look like the type?" he joked, getting up to meet you. He smiled, looking at you in the eyes while he intertwined his arms behind your back, pulling you close to him "You look really beautiful" he murmured before kissing you. This was a different kiss from the one had given you before, this was sweet and gentle and you liked it, liked the way it made you feel light, like you could have let yourself fall, and still, he would have supported you. "Thanks," You said, breaking the kiss"You don't look too bad yourself "you said smiling. He laughed softly "Why, thank you, m'lady, I wore my most precious clothes, just for you" he joked, letting go of you to allow you to get a better look at what he was wearing, which were black jeans that looked like they had been worn way too many times, and a t-shirt with black sleeves and the writing "Hellfire club" plastered on its center just above the image of what looked like a devil. "Hellfire club?" you asked curious, raising an eyebrow "Yes, it's a club where we play D&D" he explained, going back to sitting in his previous spot."Who's we?" You asked, even more curious now "Just me and some people from school" he said gesturing for you to sit beside him. You did. "like who?" You asked, not wanting to give up on this, he turned to you as he bit down a smile "You are not gonna give this up, are you?" he asked, amused. "No way" you informed him "ok, well, like Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and... Oh yeah, Dustin. How did you think I knew him?" he asked, you shrugged "huh, I guess I never really asked myself that" you said, resting your back on the table "That's cool though. The D&D stuff I mean. I have never played". He looked at you in shock and you couldn't help but giggle "You have never played?!" he asked, almost shouting. You started to laugh." Why!?" he continued, looking more and more appalled. You kept laughing while you reached out your hands to cover his mouth, he looked at you with wide eyes  "Lower your voice" you whispered while pulling them off. "I'm sorry, sweetheart but that it's just unacceptable! I mean, how can you have never played the best thing to ever exist?!" he exclaimed waving his hands in the air. You smiled " Well, Eddie, if it's really that good, then I guess you are gonna have to make me try" you said, kissing his cheek "Well, now I have to" he said, calming down. You were both sitting with your back to the table, and you started admiring your surroundings. The trees were really tall and you couldn't even see through them, the sky looked painted because of how blue it was and, for a moment, you felt at peace, listening to the birds chirping and your heart beating while leaning your head on Eddie's shoulder. You felt his right hand come up to your head as he started to play with your hair, passing his hand through them while his other one came to rest on your thigh. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment completely. "Do you like this place?"You heard Eddie ask, bringing you back to reality. You opened your eyes back up "I do, it's really peaceful " you answered "Do you come here often?" you asked, "Well, sometimes. I usually come here to just clear my mind and by that, I definitely don't mean get high" he said sarcastically."Eddie!"You scolded him, playfully slapping his chest and leaving your hand there. He laughed "I like it when you say my name," he said in a low voice "Even though I like it more when you moan it" he whispered into your ear. You felt your cheeks redden as you bit your bottom lip. You raised your head to look up to him and were instantly met with a smug gaze. He was aware of the effect he had on you, that look was the ultimate proof. You rolled your eyes at him and, determined to get him a taste of his own medicine, climbed on his lap, positioning your legs on his sides. "Well" You said intertwining your arms behind his neck "Then I guess you are in luck. Because I too, happen to like moaning your name" you leaned closer to his face, his lips almost touching yours "a lot" you said slowly, earning a low groan from him. You smirked, proud of yourself and he immediately leaned forward, kissing you hungrily, almost aggressively, gripping the back of your head with his right hand and letting his other one roam free on your whole body, with particular attention to your backside. You moaned as he started to kiss you down your neck while the hand he had in your hair trailed down your body and up your shirt, making you shiver. You felt his hot breath on your neck as he smiled "What have i done to deserve this?" he said to himself before starting to suck your neck in the spot right under your ear. You bit your lip holding back a moan while you felt his hand find your breasts and start to caress them."Wait Eddie" you said scarcely "You can't give me another hickey, it was a nightmare having to hide the other one", you felt him stop and he looked at you with a malicious grin "Well then I guess I'm gonna have to give it to you where Steve can't see" He said, moving the hand that was on your back, up your shirt with the other one, while he went back to kissing you hungrily. He started raising the fabric when you heard a voice coming from your right "Eddie? Eddie is that you?" you widened your eyes, breaking the kiss and you felt Eddie stop what he was doing "I'm gonna kill that little shit"You heard him whisper, putting his forehead on your chest in exasperation while removing his hands from under your shirt. "Hey Eddie, what are you doing here?" you heard again the same voice. You turned your head and were met with the sight of Dustin smiling widely "I don't know if you have eyes, but I'm kind of busy right now" he said not even trying to hide his annoyance, gesturing to you, still in his lap, frozen from the fear."Oh, my bad" Dustin said, like he hadn't even noticed you there before "Wait, is that you Y/N?" he said confused," But... didn't Steve say that you couldn't touch her?" he asked turning to Eddie. You turned white and awkwardly climbed down him, snapping back into reality "Yeah, about that" Eddie took control of the situation, seeing as you were in shock "He can't know" he said, "You cannot tell him, alright?" he told him. Dustin looked at him and smiled "Ok, don't worry, I'm really good at keeping secrets" he said with a wink "great, thanks"Eddie said waiting for him to go, but he didn't, he stood there. Eddie let out an exasperated sigh "go!" he yelled, annoyed, pointing towards the path in the woods "Oh, right! Well, goodbye" he said waving his hand while walking away. "I'm so sorry about him"Eddie immediately said, turning to you "don't worry though, he won't tell anyone, that kid basically worships me" he tried reassuring you. You didn't answer. "Hey," he said, stoking your cheek "it's nothing, I promise sweetheart" You turned to him, biting your lip with a worried face." I promise" he whispered, leaning closer to you before kissing you softly. You smiled at him "Thanks" you said softly before kissing him again, this time more slowly, showing him all of your appreciation, running your hands through his hair while he pulled you closer by the waist. "I need to go now" you said breaking the kiss. He pouted at you." I'm sorry Eddie, but I told Steve I would be home for dinner" you explained "fine" he said, putting a lock of your hair behind your ear" I'll see you tomorrow at school then, princess" he said, kissing you one last time with a hand on each side of your face.

[manjiroro]

okay so uh i came up with this idea yes yes<3

could i please have a shinichiro, hanma, izana and mikey request where they spend your first valentine day as an actual couple?<3 like what would they do etc!! tysm for taking in my request, ilysm hun~ take your time on doing this pls~

first valentines as a couple

characters: shinichiro, hanma, izana, mikey

content: fluff, gn reader

EEE HI VANY HERE I AM FINALLY DOING YOUR REQ EHE HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BB

s h i n i c h i r o

he’s gonna be super anxious about it

he wants everything to be perfect for your first valentines together so he researches and buys the things that you like

he’ll reach your place first thing in the morning, waiting for you to open the door 

and when he sees you still half awake he lightly giggles 

you on the other hand are too confused to remember what day it was that day

but in his hands are a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate 

and when he explains to you what day it was he couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered expression 

he waits for you to get ready. he likes to see what outfit you had picked out for the day 

he’s the one to come up with a whole plan 

first he’ll take you to your favourite restaurant, then your favourite place, then he’ll take you on a ride

all in all, the perfect date plan 

ive said this before but shin will definitely take notes on your favourite things 

this comes in handy for him when it comes to getting gifts for you 

he’ll shower you with all sorts of gifts 

but despite his well thought plan, he’s panicking, wondering if you’ll like his date plan and his gifts 

also the type to constantly ask if you’re alright during the whole date

and on valentines day, he’s gonna be even more affectionate than usual

his hands will never leave yours and he’s constantly placing kisses on your cheek, lips and head 

i do think that at the end of the day, he’ll opt to drive you to a secluded area to have a picnic 

he thinks that’s romantic and a good way to end the day, with just the both of you 

“did you have fun today?”

“of course i did shin! thank you so much for today!”

and he melts at the sight of your pretty smile and how could he resist the urge to kiss you right there and then 

h a n m a

mans might look like he doesn’t give a shit about valentines day, but he does care just not a lot 

on your first valentines, he’ll get you flowers and maybe some gifts that he may or may not have stolen 

he doesn’t really have a plan so he goes with whatever you wanna do 

but if you don’t know what to do, he’ll give you a ride and maybe cause crime with you 

because thats his definition of fun 

but if you’re someone who doesn’t like causing crime then he’ll stay away from it for that day

because he wants it to be all about you, so he’ll do everything and anything you wanna do or what makes you happy

valentines day is the day where he’ll try his best to not make you angry

because usually, hanma will be teasing you and riling you up since his favourite thing to do is to see how far he can push you

but for today, he’s gonna be a sweet boyfriend, going around being lovey dovey with you

be prepared for lots of hand holding, his hand on your waist or around your shoulders

ofc he’ll tease you a little during the whole date

but after everything, you’re gonna witness a really soft hanma, something that you’ve never seen before with your many months of dating

ooooh he’s so soft, telling you how grateful he is to have you even though he’s a delinquent and tells you how much he loves you

he feels embarrassed after that but with you smiling at him and telling him how much you love him too, he thinks its very much worth it

i z a n a

poor boy is also anxious for valentines day 

he actually forgot but the day before he saw some flowers on sale with the sign, ’valentines day special’ 

and he kinda panics because he had no idea what to do 

he really wants your first valentines day to be special, because it was his way of showing thanks to you

showing you his love and appreciation for sticking by him 

izana to me is someone who doesn’t really know how to express his feelings well so he wants to be able to show just how thankful he really is to have you by his side

he’ll probably ask kakucho what to do, but he didn’t help much other than telling him to give you flowers and chocolates 

he did some planning beforehand like researching on best date spots to bring you and thinking about the places you like to go to

but he’s not gonna be super detailed just a few places he thinks might fit your interests

the kind to show up at your place with flowers and chocolates since kakucho said so

and he’s gonna be super flustered

he really has no idea what to do and say since again, he isnt very vocal with his emotions

so the whole time he’s either quiet or stuttering

you have to tell him to relax the moment you felt his shaking hands on yours

in the end, you’re gonna have to be the one to guide the date since izana is a confused nervous wreck

at the end of the day, he worries if the date wasn’t that good or if he messed up halfway

he instantly forgets all his worries the moment you press your lips on his

tell him how much you love him and he’ll smile a cute genuine smile for you

m i k e y

sigh- this boy completely forgot 

he remembered on the day of valentines day when he saw draken at his door, holding onto flowers 

he asked ken what the occasion was and his friend could only stare at him in disbelief 

“what- it’s valentines day-”

mikey just stood there in shock, remembering that today was his first valentines day with you

“ken-chin what do i do??”

“i dont know?? go get them some flowers-”

he’ll rush over to your house because it was already afternoon, since he sleeps late 

he really has no idea what to do other than to wish you a happy valentines day 

he gets upset the moment he sees the excitement in your eyes fade to disappointment, but yet you still had a small smile while you thank him 

oohhh mikey feels bad, so he takes you on a ride and treats you to whatever snacks you want 

i feel for the entirety of the date, yall would be on his bike

he feels most familiar with it and honestly, he feels that it’s quite intimate with you clinging onto him tight and being able to spend time with just the both of you 

but i do see him stopping at an empty field and pulls you ontop of him as you both lay together and cloud watch 

he’ll probably start dosing off halfway but listening to his steady heartbeats make you start feeling sleepy as well

so there you both are, on an empty field, with a nice breeze blowing, holding onto each other tight, sleeping

when the both of you eventually wake up, he tells you how sorry he is for forgetting valentines day

and he tells you his genuine feelings towards you which was hard for him to do

so expect a lot of stuttering and mumbling from him

kiss him and tell him that you still had fun nonetheless and he’ll hug you so tight

he makes it up to you by letting you bring him wherever you wanna go without whining

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