#or til i can smooch her

[kaisollisto]

messy lae'zel doodle. that's my wife and we've banged 3 times but i haven't got to hold her hand yet.

[moony-ghoul]

thinking about the chronic boyfriend that is swiss ghoul

he kisses dews neck, right over the keloid scars of where his gills once were, his lips fit perfectly between the ridged bumps, neither of them say it out loud but they know secretly that every kiss is a promise “no matter what happens, i’m always here, i love you til the end”

he kisses phantoms head, they fit so perfectly against him that he barely has to bend to reach, like two puzzle pieces, he loves the whiff of sickly sweet caramel from their shampoo mixed with the almost burnt metallic edge of quintessence that radiates off them, the sigh against his neck melts away any stress within his body

he kisses mountains shoulders, typically whenever mount gets to sit down after working in the greenhouse all day, shoulders tight and glistening, swiss does what he can to massage the tension out, savouring the salty taste left on his lips, he lets out soft hums against mounts skin as he rambles about his day

he kisses rains knuckles, he has the most beautiful hands swiss has ever seen, long and elegant, nails carefully manicured, rains hands get stiff after practicing all day and swiss uses every kiss to press a bit of quint into every joint

he kisses auroras cheek, every chance he gets, he loves the soft blush that blooms every time he pulls away, loves how she smiles up at him with that soft glint in her eye, no matter how awful of a day she’s had a soft smooch from swiss will always bring a smile to her face

he kisses aethers chest, late at night when swiss’ insomnia is acting up and he needs something soft, something warm, something that feels like home, he needs aether, they don’t exchange words anymore, swiss crawls into aethers bed and aether wraps his arms around him, its not often swiss feels small against another ghoul, he can feel aethers steady heart beat against his lips, a silent “thank you”

[madeintheniamh]

daddy/daughter spa day

stmf one shot #7.

now that harry has a tween daughter on his hands, he can't escape from the weekly spa and beauty rituals he is forced to undergo...

a/n: aww, a short but sweet one! i love sassy tween tilly. the missus deffo struggles with her but harry just finds the whole tween/teenager stage absolutely hilarious

warnings: fluff.

song: our song- taylor swift

"Daddy, stop moving!"

Tilly was sat across the table from Harry with a bottle of violet nail varnish in her hand, attempting to pin her dad's hand to the table.

Harry puckered out his lips slightly, imitating her.

"I'm not!" He threw his free hand up in response.

"You are! Can you just stay still for one minute," she accused, staring back at him. He sighed, deciding not to argue. Maybe, he thought, it was a mistake buying Tilly a new gel nail varnish set for her birthday. Although she wasn't yet a teenager, it didn't stop her from acting like one. As frustrating as you found it, Harry seemed to find the whole 'tween' stage very entertaining, but one of the downsides was Tilly forcing him to sit down and have his nails painted and eyebrows reshaped for the third time in a week.

The noise from you entering the room caused him to shuffle around on his chair, jogging Tilly who had moved onto painting his index finger.

"Daddy, you've done it again!" she shouted, eyebrows furrowed. You kissed him on the forehead whilst he exhaled slowly.

"Til's beauty salon open again?" You laughed.

"Mhhhmm," he sighed. "I don't think she's gong to want me back after this,"

He smooched you on the lips, laughing at Tilly scrunching her face up in disgust. "Daddy, that's gross,"

"When did you get so lippy, hmm?" he chuckled. "You only just turned eleven last week,"

He kissed you again, this time running his thumb across your cheek. Tilly stood up from the table.

"I'm not doing your nails again, Daddy," she moaned. "You've made me ruin them, look!"

She grabbed his hand and held it up to his face.

"See Daddy, they're rubbish, let me go and take them off, where's the remover,"

He examined them closely, before looking back at her. "No, you don't need to do that baby, I love them,"

"You're lying," she sighed.

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," He explained. "And not everything has to be perfect, does it? I love them because you did them, and I love you, now come here,"

He pulled her into his chest before peppering her forehead with kisses.

"You know how much Daddy loves you, don't you?" he smiled. "Even now that you're getting moody and embarrassed of me,"

She puckered her lips out again. "M'not!"

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her forehead and laughed. "Okay, baby. Okay,"

[theblueflower05]

Hi! can I request for an omega lo'ak x alpha reader where Y/n wants him to feel good and so he said "you can, by doing this..." where he place her hands on his manhood and started thrusting until he cums with of course lots of groaning and dirty talk.

I am salivating just thinking of this. I just think Lo'ak doesn't use his hands but uses his hips instead whenever he touches himself 🤤

The way that I simp over the thought of the Sully men as Omegas? It’s just? Not healthy at this point lol I am beyond obsessed.

Because like. The moment Omega Lo’ak realizes that you’re his? Oh, it’s on.

It takes a while to get there- his own self doubt sabotages your relationship. He can’t believe it. That you; an Alpha in her prime. A known hunter and expert ikran tamer, wants to be with him.

You tell him you don’t care. About his humanoid deformities or his reckless nature. You just want him.

Smut below the cut. NSFW.

After that it’s on. He’s all fucking over you. He wants you in his lap, or him in yours, at all times.

Lo’ak loves PDA and no one can tell me different.

It’s all; the two of you cuddled close, hand feeding each other meats and fruit at communal dinner and braiding each other’s hair and Lo’ak suckling on the scent gland on your neck at the most inappropriate of times.

BUT.

You still haven’t mated- he’s the son of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik to be. He deserves a great ceremony and all of the Omiticayan courtship traditions.

He gets huffy with laughter and calls you old school.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder- it’s respectful, jerk!

It’s all fine and dandy and he’s gonna let you parade him around and give him presents because it does wonders for his ego-

But the fact that you won’t fuck him?

Oh. Yeah. That has caused many a fight.

“This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard! I’m not even a virgin- and neither are you!” He’d argue, in whispered little hisses. His golden eyes pleading.

You just caress his cheeks, your small thin hands comforting “that’s not the point and you know it, yawne”

He does. You love him, truly. You’re not like the other girls he’d fucked, mindlessly. Desperate for a wet pussy and a tight knot. You want this to mean something, to mean everything.

He just rolls his eyes and wraps his big muscles arms around your slim frame, grumbling into your hair about the injustice of it all.

It’s not like you don’t give him anything. There’s kisses- so many kisses. All of the kisses. Everywhere. Til his mouth is raw, all over his neck and chest- he likes it when you kiss his cock the best. You grin up at him, all canines and amber eyes and worship his shaft in smooches. When you dip under- to get at swollen balls and hole- he always blows.

You touch him almost constantly. Hugs. Hand jobs. Fingering.

And it’s nice. It gets him off. Makes him come until his eyes roll and he screams himself hoarse.

It’s not enough.

You start to pick up on the face. It’s harder to get him to orgasm. Takes longer. He’s struggling to go over the edge-

“Baby” you whisper as you kiss all over his neck. The two of you are naked and sweaty- tucked away, high in the forest trees. On a thick branch. A perch. A hide out of sorts where you can be as loud as you’d like “tell me how to get you off. How to make you feel good”

He can hear the plea in your voice and he sighs. He’s not trying to be difficult, really. He’s not.

But his body needs more.

“I need to be inside of you” he urges and you let out a wounded whine.

That’s not fair.

He knows you want it too.

“Only four more eclipses til the ceremony, Lo. Then you can have my knot” you reassure him, kissing at his cheek and nuzzling it with your own “how else? Tell me what else you want”

He needs to fuck something. His hips twitch and his tender cock aches.

Your hand is already between his sticky thighs, playing with the furled hole between his cheeks-

He grabs it and slides it up until it’s cupping his manhood loosely, his cock in your grip.

You try to mice but he squeezes your wrist in warning “no just keep it there”

You nod, wanting to help him. “Wanna make you feel good”

“You can” he whispers, his breath hot and humid on your ear as he starts to thrust “by doing this”

His hips move- slow at first. A dirty grind. Just enjoying the clutch of your fingers. It’s by no means as wonderful as your pussy will be, but it will just have to do.

The minutes tick on and Lo’ak gets more desperate.

He’s a whining mess. His mouth open, panting out desperate sounds as he fucks your fist. His hips snapping, rhythmless as he looks for release.

“Mhmm, fuck my fist” you instruct him in that melodic voice of yours “does that feel good?”

Lo’ak can barley speak but musters words for you “fuck yeah it does”

“Yeah? You wish that was my pussy instead?” His eyes begin to roll at your vulgar words “wish my knot was squeezing you all tight- that you could shoot your load into my womb?”

Lo’ak shrieks when he comes. High pitched and needy and you eat it all up with a gluttonous chuckle.

Is it hot in here? Or is that just meeeeeee. Ugh.

Not to jinx it but life seems like it’s finally chilling out and I can get back to answering all my horny asks!

[esmedelacroix]

29 days til' Christmas

decorating the christmas tree with erwin smith and your daughter ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Erwin had insisted on starting holiday decorations after Thanksgiving. This is what brought you here the literal morning after Thanksgiving hauling all of the decorations out of the storage with little Anna. If it was up to you, the tree would've been up by the first of November. If there was one thing that Anna got from you, it was your love for the holidays.

The tree that you had chosen as a family, the weekend prior, was delivered to your doorstep and brought inside. Anna chose this year's Christmas color theme; red and gold. She added the tree skirt and you were ready to get started.

You put the lights up and let Anna plug them in. They illuminated beautifully even with the sunlight pouring into the room. The two of you squealed in excitement as you opened the ornament box.

Anna started putting the red ornaments on the tree, scattering them so when you put the gold they would all be in order. While the two of you were decorating the tree, you heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. You turned your head towards the stairs to see Erwin wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Papa! You're awake! Look what me and mommy are doing!" Anna exclaimed, running to him and giving him a hug. Erwin picked her up and walked over to you giving you a smooch.

"Ew guys," Anna said giving you both dirty looks

"Aw do you want a kiss too?" you teased. You shared a look with Erwin before showering Anna with kisses. She acted like she hated it but you knew she loved the affection. She was very sassy for a 4-year-old, but she was a softie at heart.

"I see you girls already got started with the decorations," he said admiring your work.

"Yeah, I'm sorry babe we just couldn’t wait," you chirped, showing him the parts Anna decorated.

Erwin put Anna down and looked through a box. "Hey maybe we can put some of these ornaments on the tree, they belonged to my great-great-great grandmother, it's a family heirloom of sorts," he explained. You rushed over to peek into the box he was holding with Anna. In it lay six of the most beautiful vintage gold and red ornaments.

They were shaped and designed like cupolas on top of Russian Orthodox churches. They were round and pointed at the ends like an onion, They had swirled strips, checkered designs, and spiked ones. "Oh my god, baby these are perfect, I love them!" you exclaimed and you hugged him.

"Anna darling, you want to put these up?" you asked as you picked one up and handed it to her.

She happily placed the ornaments on the tree handling the ornaments with delicacy and care. "I'm gonna get breakfast started while you girls finish up with the tree," Erwin said, giving you a quick kiss.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed while you helped Anna get the higher spots on the tree.

Once the two of you finished putting all the ornaments on the tree and breakfast smelled just about ready, you called Erwin for the final part. "Daddy, we want you to put the star up," Anna exclaimed, holding the star up to him.

"Alright pumpkin," he said, patting her head. He barely had to try because he was so tall; once he placed the star atop the tree and plugged it in, the tree was complete.

"Oooh, it looks so good!" Anna squeals, jumping up and down.

"It was a job well done, sweetheart," You said, hugging her.

"Now it's time for you ladies to come to the kitchen, and eat some breakfast, you've been working so hard, let's replenish your energy," Erwin said while ushering the two of you into the kitchen.

The two of you ate like you never have before. Erwin watched you feeling nothing but happiness overflowing in his heart. Erwin loved to spoil his beautiful girls and join them in whatever crazy adventure they embarked on. He felt as though he was made to love the two of you and would do anything for you. Even if it meant, waking up early in the morning to the sound of his girls squealing(probably over the Christmas tree arriving)and going down to help out and make breakfast.

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[loveronlineee]

Us Weirdos Chapter 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Byers! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N picks up her little brother’s friends from their after school club and bumps into an old classmate

Y/N notes: none

Wanna request something? Look here!

Y/N kept her hands on the wheel as she drove towards her old high school, Queen blasting from the cassette player. Her head bobbed to the music as she pulled into the parking lot.

A weird nostalgic feeling filling her as memories from the old building came flooding back. A mix of good and bad. Y/N wasn’t popular, but she certainly wasn’t bullied. She kept to herself and did what she was told, managing to scrape through the four years just fine. No major problems. No… drama.

Damn I was a boring teenager.

The 20 year old thought to herself as she parked the car at the front. She was on the lookout for three familiar faces; Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson. She used to see them on an almost daily basis, being her littlest brother’s best friends. But since she graduated and moved out of her Mom’s house, there weren’t really any times they would bump into each other.

Y/N took out the tape just as the song was ending and took a different one from her glove box. The Clash. She put it in, knowing one of her favourites was gonna start.

Darlin’ you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

She looked back at the building, still nothing. The music continued to fill the car as Y/N tapped on the wheel in time.

If you say that you are mine,

I'll be here 'til the end of time

She decided to get out and stand, leaning on her now open car door. The song just loud enough that she could still hear it.

So you got to let me know,

should I stay or should I go?

Finally, a group of boys burst open the double doors. Y/N spotted the three youngest and gave them a wave. The boys waved back and jogged over to her car. Y/N folded her arms, smiling at them.

“Hey guys! Been a while. You guys look so different!” Y/N remarked. She scanned each boy. “Mike you’re so tall now! Lucas I like the hair and Dustin nice braces.”

“Ugh you sound like my Mom’s friends.” Mike pulled a disgusted face as Dustin and Lucas smiled at her.

“Oh really?” Y/N grabbed Mike and ruffled the boy’s hair comically. “Mikey you’ve become such a handsome young man! Come give me a smooch!” She wrapped him up in a restricting hug whilst making over the top kissing noises. The other boys just laughed as he watched his friend struggle to escape the embrace.

“Ugh I forgot how annoying you are!’’ Y/N let him go after a couple seconds, chuckling. “I’m starting to regret asking you to pick us up.”

“I’m not.” Dustin opposed.

“Me neither.” Lucas added.

“Oh that’s two v one Mike.” Y/N stated. “Looks like you’ll have to endure a car ride home with me instead of walking back in the cold and the dark. Don’t worry, you’ll manage.” She joked.

“Yeah yeah I get it.” Mike huffed.

“Uh Mike, would anyone else buy you guys snacks for the ride home? I don’t think so.” The younger boys’ eyes lit up as they flung open the back seat to see bags of chips and cans of soda.

Y/N watched with a smile as they climbed inside and started on the snacks. That’s when she felt another pair of eyes on her.

‘‘Y/N?’’ A vaguely familiar voice called out to her. She spun around to see an old classmate from school. “Y/N Byers?’’

‘’Holy shit. Eddie Munson?’’ She said with a surprised smile. She took a couple steps closer to him. “Dude I almost didn’t recognise you. Your hair is so long now!’’ Eddie looked taken aback at her reaction, loosing his cool for a moment.

“Ha yeah I’ve been growing it out.’’ He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Why are you here?’’

“Uh I… I’m repeating senior year again.” Eddie explained, looking down to the ground and taking a hand out to rub the back of his neck.

“Oh dude no judgement. I still have no idea how I graduated in 84.” Y/N joked to ease the tension. It seemed to work as Eddie looked back up at her.

“So what have you been up to since then?”

“I work at Family Video. Got promoted to assistant manager a month ago.”

“Wow going up in the world.” Eddie said, half joking. Y/N chuckled, making him smile wider.

‘‘You guys know each other?’’ Dustin asked, stuffing his face. Mike and Lucas looked at the two older kids as well, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah we were in the same grade at school.’’ Y/N explained. The younger ones nodded, realising that they were the same age. “We had homeroom together, senior year.’’

“Yeah I sat behind you.’’ Eddie added. Y/N turned back to him with a smile.

“Oh yeah you did! You used to drum on the back of my chair and drive me CRAZY.’’

‘‘Wh- that was annoying you?! You never said anything!” Eddie chuckled, taking a step closer to her.

“Of course that was annoying me! I was just too shy back then to speak up.” Y/N shook her head at herself.

“Well I apologise. ‘twas not my intention m’lady.” Eddie bowed his head dramatically, hand movements to match. Y/N folded her arms.

“I accept your apology good sir, even if it is two years too late.” Y/N joked. Eddie pretended to be offended, standing back up straight and putting his hand to his chest which made Y/N laugh. She sighed and looked back at the boys. “Well I better get these three home so their Mom’s don’t kill me. It was good to see you Eddie.”

“Yeah, you too Y/N.” He walked to his van as Y/N got back in her car.

“Okay you guys ready to go?” The boys nodded. Y/N drove out of the school, giving Eddie a little wave on the way out.

“So were you and Eddie…friends?” Mike asked, sceptical. He tried to think of any instance where he saw Eddie even talk to a girl, let alone be friends with one. Y/N shook her head.

“Oh no I barely knew him.” Mike frowned.

“Well you seemed pretty excited to see him?” Y/N shrugged.

“I think it’s just that feeling when you see someone you knew from high school and realising how much time has passed. Maybe you’ll get it after you graduate.” The boys nodded. The tape ended. Y/N began playing it from the beginning again.

She tapped the steering wheel along to the beat, then sighed. “I miss Will.” She whined.

It had been a couple months since her Mom and brothers had moved to California. She had had the choice to go with them but decided to stay in Hawkins. She already had her own place and a stable job and moving somewhere else would do a number on her savings.

“What about Johnathan?” Lucas asked. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah I guess him too.” The boys laughed at the oldest sibling playing obvious favourite. No she loved Johnathan too but Will was the baby, and he’d always be the baby. “You boys aren’t making too much mess back there are you?” The rustling immediately stopped, making Y/N laugh. “I’m just kidding. I’m getting the car cleaned tomorrow you guys can go crazy.”

“Chores day?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah. Gotta go grocery shopping, tidy the house, do laundry, drop something off at work and get the car cleaned.” Y/N listed off. “Oh the joys of adulthood that await you boys.”

She joked, making the boys smile. “So you guys are friends with Eddie?”

“Yeah he runs the D&D club.” Mike answered.

“Oh right yeah! I totally forgot he did that.” Y/N commented. She looked at them through the rear view mirror. “So you guys tell Will that you don’t wanna play anymore but as soon as you get to High School-“

“I-It’s just because we wanted to make friends!” Mike interjected, feeling a twinge of guilt. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“I’m kidding guys. As long as you’re having fun.” She brushed off.

They pulled into Mike’s driveway and he jumped out. His Mom opened the door and waved at Y/N, mouthing thanks as her son walked inside. “Well at least his Mom has manners.” Y/N mumbled, making Dustin and Lucas giggle.

Next was Lucas’ house. He jumped out and walked to the front passenger window.

“Thank you ever so much for driving me home Y/N. Do get home safe.” He said exaggeratively.

“You are very welcome Lucas. I will.” Lucas grinned and ran into his house. Y/N turned to look at the last boy. “You wanna jump in the front Dust?”

“Hell yeah!” The boy replied excitedly as he got out and swapped seats.

“Okay next stop, the Henderson residence.” The car started up again and they were back on the road.

“How’s work?” Dustin asked. Y/N shrugged.

“It’s work. Not much happens at Family Video so there’s not much to tell.”

“It must be cool to work with Steve and Robin.” The boy smiled.

“Yeah it’s cool, especially since they have to do everything I say.” Y/N said with mischief in her voice. “How’s high school going?”

“Alright I guess. Still getting bullied like in Middle School. Maybe a little better cause we’ve got Eddie looking out for us.” Y/N nodded sympathetically as she continued to listen. “This guy Jason is the worst-“

“Junior Jason Carver?!” Y/N loudly interrupted “Oh shit wait no he’ll be a senior now. WOW I’m old.”

“You know him?” Dustin questioned.

“I used to be his math tutor. He had a crush on me.” Y/N chuckled to herself.

“Wha- really?”

“Uh don’t sound so surprised Henderson! Yeah he did. His friends used to tease him about it when I was in earshot. I’d pretend not to hear but I did.” Y/N smile dropped. “But now he’s a bully? That’s so upsetting to hear. He seemed so sweet.”

“He mostly picks on Eddie. But then again, Eddie does kinda egg him on.”

“Well I’ll keep an eye out for him so I can give him a stern lecture.” Y/N said, her grip on the wheel tightening ever so slightly.

“Please make sure I’m around when you do, I can’t miss that.” The two laughed together as they stopped outside Dustin’s house. “Oh and the guys. Eddie especially. He’d love it.” Y/N nodded, an amused smile on her face.

“Well here we are.”

“Thanks Y/N.” Dustin said as he got out.

“No problem. Let me know if you guys need another lift.”

“We will! Bye!” Y/N watched him run into the house before looking away. She opened her glove box again to find something else to listen to. She frowned.

Why am I suddenly in the mood for something metal?

[warabidakihime]

Lost in Paradise

★ characters: uzui tengen x reader X sanemi shinazugawa | modern au

★ plot summary: what happens when two people are left alone in a deserted island with no way of communicating with the outside world? they fall in love, of course.

★ fic playlist: TBA

★ content warnings : smut, profanity, implied adultery/cheating, slightly graphic.

a/n: this was just an idea that came up to me randomly and i immediately want to write it, so here it is. i know i have a lot of fics uploaded at the moment and i'm so behind on updates, but i can't help it. i also miss writing for tengen, but don't worry, once things have finally calmed down, i will get back to writing. i also really don't want to force myself to write as it will affect the quality of the story so i opted to write only when i'm in the mood.

anyway! i hope you enjoy this one the way you enjoyed parallel lines and invisible strings! also, speaking of tengen, the epilogue for invisible strings is currently underway so keep an eye on that too.

as always! comments and feed backs are highly appreciated! <3

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“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

"That's our cue. Let's go, babe." You looked up from the book you were reading, still a bit dazed as you were so deep into the novel you were reading. Still, you held out your hand to your fiance, to which Sanemi gladly intertwined your fingers as you walked and boarded the plane.

He looked over to you with a loving smile on his face and said, "Let me guess, you want to sit by the window?"

You giggled, "You know me so well."

"I learned my lesson the last time I took the window seat." Sanemi chuckled

It was during your first anniversary trip to Peru when your fiance took the window seat. You said you didn't mind, but it was written all over your face that you were slightly upset at that time. Since then, Sanemi has let you sit by the window on your succeeding trips.

Window seats are universally loved by nearly everyone, but you have a very specific reason as to why you prefer to sit there than anywhere else. You're a writer yourself, and when you travel, you like to look around as much as possible in hopes of finding your next inspiration for your next novel. It can be something as miniscule as a street sign or something grandiose like witnessing someone get proposed to.

Your last novel was inspired by a woman jogging with her golden retriever, and as usual, your book was a success and was hailed as your best-selling piece. You won multiple awards, held multiple book signings both locally and internationally, and guested on multiple interviews. Just a few years ago, your debut novel was turned into a movie, and it was a blockbuster hit.

"And that's why you're the best fiance ever." you said as you gave him a smooch on the cheeks after settling down on your seat.

"I used to love being called the best boyfriend ever, but being called the best fiance is better."

"Wait til I call you the best husband ever after we get married." You said with a chuckle.

"Oh, I would love that. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle; just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes." Sanemi confessed as he sported a dreamy look on his face, to which you responded by giving him another kiss, but on his lips this time.

"Me too, baby."

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 89B with service from Tokyo to Rome. We are currently third in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately fourteen hours time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays be in the upright position for takeoff. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing  Japan Airlines. Enjoy your flight.”

You met Sanemi through a mutual friend when he tagged along on your trip to Okinawa. He was the best friend of your best friend's boyfriend. You didn't like him at first because he was so grouchy when you first met, but as you got to know him more over the trip, you realized he was just as soft as he was gruff; it's just not his style to be upfront about his emotions.

Sanemi was the first to confess.

After your trip to Okinawa, you gave each other's phone numbers and social media profiles and have kept in touch ever since. You're not one to spend ungodly hours on your phone, but after meeting him, you would check your phone for any notifications from him. It came to a point where you would check your phone first thing in the morning after waking up.

Sanemi fell first, but you definitely fell harder.

Mitsuri, your best friend showed no mercy in teasing you when you first opened up about your budding infatuation towards his friend because you really did dislike him when you first met him.

You were so hellbent on not associating yourself with Sanemi ever again, but here you are, three years later, happily engaged to him.

Love truly moves in mysterious ways.

Sanemi kissed you back, "I love you so much. Thank you for saying yes."

Feeling your own tears well up in your eyes, you tried to brush it off by giggling, "I love you too, Sanemi."

*

Three hours into your flight from Tokyo to Rome, your book had been forgotten, and you were now snuggled close to Sanemi, who was reading the newest reports about his favorite basketball team on his tablet. He was also doing some extra work to kill time. 

You don't know shit about basketball or sports in general, but you don't mind listening to him babble on about his hobbies the way he would listen to you fangirl about the novels you've been reading.

While he watched the video, he had one arm comfortably wrapped around your shoulders, lulling you to sleep as he urged you to take a nap because you wouldn't be able to reach your destination for another eleven hours or so.

You were finally sound asleep when the pilot's voice broke out across the plane, his voice clearly tinged with urgency.

"Good day, everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt your peaceful trip, but I'd like to let everyone know that we will be experiencing some hard turbulence, but don't worry, we will do our best to keep everyone safe. Make sure your seatbelts are properly fastened—"

Everything unfolded so quickly.

You were about to turn to face Sanemi when he seized you in his arms, and everything went black in an instant.

*

“Y/N!!!”

You screamed as you bolted awake from your deep slumber

"Oh, you're finally awake."

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Leather and Lace Part 2

Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Eddie meets up with Jovi at Tina's legendary Halloween party. His poor little heart–all he wants to do is smooch her, but he doesn't wanna scare her away.

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, mention of male nipples (I know how Tumblr hates that), oogling of body parts, bullying. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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CHAPTER 2: Monster Mash

"Can't believe you talked me into this man." Eddie rolled his eyes, adjusting the low-cut, ruffled white shirt that Gareth lent him.

"You're a vampire, c'mon!" Gareth grinned and threw his hands up, his own costume a half-assed zombie consisting of torn clothes covered in fake blood and gray face paint. "Thought you'd be happy. You get to dress up for your girl and people still know who to buy weed from!" 

Dave shrugged, his face obscured by a werewolf mask. 

"I think you look nice," Jeff grinned, picking up the red cape draped around Eddie's shoulders, "Chicks dig capes, right?"

Eddie glowered, snatching the cape back as the guys busted up laughing at him, "Laugh it up you chuckle-fucks. See who gives you a ride home tonight." They started whining and groaning, even though Eddie would never truly leave them without a getaway ride. He just wanted them to sweat for a bit.

Jeff had dressed up as Han Solo, complete with a holster and fake gun, and was the only one not rocking a classic monster outfit. Gareth and Dave kept poking at him, telling him to be Frankenstein, but he swatted at them and said he was going as Han because his sister sewed him the vest. So three classic monsters and an interstellar smuggler walk into a high school Halloween party. Kinda sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

Eddie would spend the evening in the backyard, his usual hangout space when dealing, but before sequestering himself pool-side they made a pit stop at the booze. "Careful of the jet fuel." He warned, but Dave had already taken a gulp of punch and began coughing and sputtering. Gareth and Jeff snickered at their friend, but proceeded to knock back a shot from the cup Dave had filled, not faring much better.

Eddie smirked and shook his head at his dumb friends, but grabbed them a few beers before they made their way to the backyard.

Throwing himself into a lounger chair, Eddie gave a content groan. The low-cut shirt Gareth lent him showed off a large section of his chest and his tattoos and when he sat down it gaped open even further. "What a slutty Dracula." Dave snickered.

Eddie smirked and leaned back, arms cradling the back of his head, "You only wish you looked this good, wolf-man." 

"The age-old feud begins anew!" Gareth laughed, sipping at his beer.

And thus, Eddie's night began. The boys circled around him for a bit, drinking beers and shooting the shit, but soon Eddie was called over again and again by various drunk party-goers wielding their rich daddy's money to buy pot from The Freak. 

Dave and Gareth had wondered off to get a few shots in and to try and join the dancing inside. Jeff–sweet boy that he was–became a home-base for Eddie to come back to so that he wasn't alone the whole night. 

"Nah man, whatever song they release, I'm learning. I don't give a shit how complicated, we are getting it down A-S-A-P so we can play it the next gig we can." Eddie was grinning and bouncing on his toes, talking about the Metallica album set to release next year, "'86 baby!" He cheers'ed his beer and Jeff rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"I appreciate the faith in our skills, dude, but us three aren't as quick to catch on to stuff as you." He shrugged, "Might be a few months 'til anything's show ready." 

Eddie smiled and pulled Jeff in to a side hug, throwing his other arm out to try and paint a picture for his friend, "See, I think we got this! Gareth's got a kick-ass sense of rhythm, so he's quick on the drums, and as soon as I show Dave what I'm thinking, he'll pick up what I lay down, and you're by far the best bassist I've ever heard dude! You can learn any song by ear–remember when you taught yourself The Trooper in like three weeks??" He patted Jeff on the chest, smile splitting open his face, "You're amazing, dude, don't sell yourself short." 

Jeff smiled softly, face shy at the complement. Instead of saying anything back he took a swig of his drink and eyed the party inside. "Think we could wander around, maybe try and find Jovi?"

Eddie felt his heart pick up pace at the thought of his crush. His ears heated up and he bounced nervously on his toes, "Y-yeah," he cleared his throat, "What-uh… what's she dressed as?" He looked at Jeff discreetly out of the corners of his eyes.

Jeff just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "You're just gonna have to see, huh, lover boy?"

Eddie scoffed and pushed Jeff's shoulder as they made their way inside. Eddie was nervous–god why did he let Gareth talk him into dressing up like a dandy-boy vampire. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm himself, slipping over towards the kitchen to grab a shot of liquid courage. Before they made it through the archway door, Jeff grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards the wall. "There she is, dude!" He motioned towards the other entrance to the kitchen and Eddie's eyes snapped towards her like a magnet. 

She was dressed in a silvery medieval gown with her hair pulled back in a loose braid, glitter dusted across her cheeks with simple eye makeup accentuating her honey gold eyes. The fake pointed ears she donned had the tips bobby-pinned into her hair to keep them from falling. Jeff leaned in, a shit-eating grin on his braces lined smile, "She said she's going as Arwen, from The Lord of the Rings." Eddie was pretty sure he died. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, all he could hear was the sound of his heart ready to explode from his chest.

Jovi smiled towards Robin, going to fill up a cup of punch and handing it to the lanky girl, laughing at something she said before filling up her own cup. She smiled and her face sparked because of the kitchen spotlights and the glitter decorating her skin. Her hair looked so soft, pulled gently away from her face, but a few strands were loose around her eyes and Eddie was desperate to push them behind her ears so he had uninterrupted eye contact with her gorgeous honey hazel gaze. The neck of the dress wasn't too revealing, but it was low enough to see the tops of her creamy breasts that bounced as she laughed. When she was turning to exit the kitchen, Eddie was thrown back into the land of the living by Jeff pushing him towards her, laughing while saying: "Go get her, man!"

Eddie's feet walked without him being conscious of their movement. His mouth was dry and he was pretty sure his shirt had fallen in a way that his left nipple was showing, but he was too flustered to do anything. "Jovi!" He heard Jeff call from behind him and Eddie's eyes widened in panic, "Hey Jovi!" If he just pushed the kid to his left against the counter-top he was sure he could make a mad dash for the crowd and get lost on the dance floor. Before he could tuck-tail and run, Jovi caught his eyes and an excited grin lit up her freckled face. She grabbed Robin's arm to steer them towards the two boys. He felt warm, her happiness upon seeing him made his stomach flip and he was pretty sure he was giving her a dopey, love-struck smile. 

"Hey Jeff, Eddie! I was afraid we missed you guys!" She had to yell over the music, but she also leaned in close and he could smell her perfume–something flowery. He wanted to shove his face in her hair and sniff. God damn I'm repulsive. He internally winced at his creepy impulsive thoughts. 

"No worries, just doing a lap before we go back outside. It's a nice night, wanna hang out with us by the pool?" Jeff motioned behind him. Eddie wanted to kiss Jeff with how much he was single-handedly steering this conversation. 

"No way! We're gonna dance, they're playing Blondie and I ain't missing that!" Robin tugged on Jovi's arm and the shorter girl smiled, giggling at her friend's insistence.

She turned back to the two boys and shrugged, "Wanna turn that lap you were doing into a dance?" She caught Eddie's eyes and bit her lip, raising her eyebrows in what appeared to him a pleading way. God he hoped she was pleading for him, he hoped she wanted him around. 

He gave a nervous smile and offered his hand to her, "Lead the way, Lady Arwen."

Her smile turned shy and sweet, face blooming pink and he wanted to kiss her. She grasped his hand and it was like electricity running from her touch through him–she was a live wire and he was reveling in her sparks. "Jeff told you huh?" She looked somewhat embarrassed. But he weaved their fingers together as they walked towards the dance floor.

"Hell yeah he did, The Lord of the Rings is my favorite book series–damn near died when I heard you were dressing up as her!" He felt his own face flushing, but he squeezed her hand in reassurance. 

Her smile grew and the corners of her eyes crinkled and he never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. "I wanted to be Eowyn, she's my favorite character, but I didn't want to run around in a blond wig all night." She ducked her head to watch her feet as they walked down a short set of steps.

He was pretty sure he was in love with this woman.

They got to the dance floor and some pop bull shit was playing, but Jeff shrugged and grabbed Robin's hand and spun her around. She yelped, shouting 'watch the drink' through her giggles.

Eddie turned nervously to Jovi, one of his hands still holding tightly to hers. She smiled and grabbed his other hand, placing both of them on her waist and grabbing him around his neck. She lifted up on her toes and asked, "Is this okay?" In his ear.

God yes. "Y-yeah!" He mimicked her as she swayed her hips back and forth. Gentle movements that followed the beat of the music. It definitely wasn't the vibe the music was going for, but they could be playing Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath on full blast and he'd still follow her moves if it meant he could hold onto her like he was. 

"I'm gonna turn around, just go with it!" She yelled in his ear and he nodded, confused at what she meant, but he was willing to pull a Dante and follow her to hell. She slid his hands off her hips, but just turned around, pressing her back to his chest and placing his hands back onto her hips, one of her hands holding steady on to his, and the other coming around to take a sip of her drink that she still had. She looked at him over her shoulder and flashed him a questioning look and he just nodded dumbly.

He felt every twist and sway of her body as she was flush against his. He made a point to make sure his lower half was as far from her as possible, but he was sure he was holding onto her hips a little too tight. She was laughing at something with Robin, and leaning her shoulders onto his chest, she glanced up at him with a relaxed smile and he let himself calm down a little too. He started shifting to the beat and bobbing his shoulders, following the circle of her hips as she moved. He looked over at Jeff who was dancing casually, which was more like moving from one foot to the other and nodding his head to the beat, and grinned. Jeff matched his smile and flashed a thumbs up. Suddenly a cup was pushed in front of his face and he looked down at Jovi who smiled, sloshing the contents, mouthing 'want some?'

He spied her lip gloss on the side and made a point to grab onto her hand, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and matched his lips to where hers had been before he took a large swig. He let go and grinned at her, nodding and ducked so his mouth was next to her ear. "Thanks!" He made sure he was close, and he was rewarded with seeing her shiver and her skin become flushed. All positive things, right? She was into him too–right??

Suddenly he got a shot of bravery at seeing her reaction and spun her around, she blinked up at him in shock. He smiled and grabbed her cup, handing it off to Jeff who shook his head at his friend's antics. Eddie took Jovi's hand in his and placed his other on her waist to pull her close. He did a few steps, Jovi following along awkwardly while laughing with him at what he was trying to do. He was smiling and spun her, causing her to squeak as she tried to pirouette but ended up tripping a bit so Eddie had to catch her. Suddenly he leaned forward and warned her, "I'm going to dip you!" And before she could say anything, he pulled her side to side and swung her into a low dip. She gave a brief shriek that dissolved into more laughter. He was breathing hard and he was sure he had a bunch of bruises from bumping into everyone around them, but it was worth it to see her flushed and smiling and to hear her laughing with her whole body in joy. He didn't move for a moment, watching as she came back to herself and eyed him with a content grin. His eyes flickered quickly to her lips–shiny from her gloss and pouty with her bottom lip slightly red from her biting it–then back to her eyes. She saw the movement and wet her lips, her little pink tongue absolutely driving him mad. Her own eyes lowered to his mouth, and he was gonna do it, he was gonna take the plunge and kiss her and–

"Freak!" Someone gave Eddie a rough push and he dropped Jovi in surprise, thankfully she was close enough to the ground that she didn't have far to go. She landed with a light "oomf".

But Eddie tumbled forward, his legs tangling together while he tried not to knock into Jovi as he fell. He was able to catch himself before his face hit the floor, but the moment was ruined and everyone on the dance floor began to snicker and point at the two.

"Eddie?" He lifted his head slowly to see Jovi's soft face pinched in concern, his legs were still over her so she wasn't able to stand, but she sat up and rested a comforting hand on his arm. He gave her a tired smile and moved his legs off her so that they could both get up. When he pulled her to her feet, she gave him a grateful look.

"What happened??" Robin came stumbling over and leaned on Jovi's shoulder. "Who do I have to kick? No one's shins will be safe!"

Jovi huffed a laugh but shook her head. "Let's head outside!" Robin nodded and grabbed Jovi's hand.

Jovi's other hand clasped tightly to Eddie and she gave him a tug. He obediently followed. 

Eddie heaved a groan as they walked. Of course everything had to be ruined by some entitled prick who wanted to have a go at the local Freak of Hawkins. He looked at the back of Jovi's head and wondered if she would have kissed him back? If she would have pulled him closer and tugged on his hair? Or if she would have pushed him away and screamed at him for being so stupid to think he had a chance.

He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. He felt warmth spread through him from where she held on. The corners of his mouth tugged up and a weight receded from his shoulders. There was something. He didn't know if she'd let him kiss her, but at least she was there and willing to hold his hand.

Once they broke through to the backyard, Eddie let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He carded his hand through his hair and tugged when his rings got caught, but he dared not let go of Jovi. When they made it to a few patio chairs circled around a table, Robin threw herself down and groaned loudly. "Tyler Dirndle can go fuck himself! We were having fun and he had to go and ruin it by being a massive douche." She sneered at the crowd through the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room, giving a view to the unperturbed dance floor.

"That who pushed Eddie?" Jeff spoke quietly, choosing to stand next to Eddie while Jovi and Robin sat.

Jovi still held Eddie's hand.

He dared not say anything, afraid she'd let go.

Robin harrumphed and crossed her arms, "Yeah, saw him laughing about it when we were leaving–ugh I hope he gets Chlamydia." She mumbled that last part and Jovi busted out laughing, while Eddie and Jeff stared dumbly at the girl, having not expected that comment to come from her.

Eddie rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to ruin your night." He toed his dirty reeboks against the ground, afraid to meet Jovi's eyes. When she squeezed his hand, his head snapped up to watch her. She gave him a shy smile, face flushed–from the booze or the moment, he wasn't sure, but he hoped from him. 

"You didn't do anything Eddie." Her voice was soft and soothing, "I had a blast dancing with you." Her face became a deeper red and he bit his lip. The only thoughts running through his brain was how cute she looked being embarrassed by her admission. She had fun. With him. And he made her laugh. He was sure the grin on his face was lovesick and dopey, but he couldn't help it.

Robin nodded, "Yeah, who knew you had moves, Munson! And dancing to Madonna no less!" She smirked teasingly and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up. Only reason I was dancing was for Jovi, you'll never see me enjoying Pop's top 100s again." He cut his hand through the air in a finalizing motion.

"Ooooh, so you were shaking it to Crazy for You all for sweet little Jovi?" Robin wiggled her eyebrows and Jovi smacked her, groaning her name while Robin snickered.

Eddie realized what he said and heaved a breathy laugh, but his ears were on fire and he was sure his face was ten shades of red. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Really put my foot in my mouth, huh." He mumbled.

"I think it's sweet." Came Jovi's quiet voice and Eddie caught her gaze, his deep brown meeting her honey hazel. He was back to his dopey smile, as was usual to adorn his face when he looked at her, and she returned it, biting her lip demurely.

"Robin? Jovi?" The girls glanced towards the door to the house and Robin sighed dramatically.

"Looks like he struck out." She huffed, crossing her arms.

Jovi hummed in agreement then shrugged, "I think he struck himself out." Robin nodded, giving an emphatic 'for sure'.

Eddie looked over and saw none other than fucking Steve 'The Hair' Harrington make his way over to the four of them. Eddie swung his head around and met Jeff's wide-eyes in shock. Eddie pointed over his shoulder and mouthed 'What the hell??!' but Jeff just shrugged and shook his head, wordlessly telling him he didn't have a clue.

"Amanda seemed nice! All go well?" Robin asked as Steve came to stand in between the girl's chairs and placed his hands in his pockets in a relaxed stance.

He sighed, shoulders falling and face screwing up, "She kept chewing her gum in my ear. It was gross and distracting." He shrugged and carded his hand through his hair, "She didn't really have any engaging conversation to contribute either."

Jovi and Robin eyed one another knowingly. 

"Didn't realize you were friends." Eddie mumbled, studying Steve up and down. Jovi squeezed his hand, which helped him feel a little more grounded. He looked at her to see she was smiling warmly at him.

"Sorry! Steve, this is Eddie and Jeff–guys I'm sure you know Steve." Robin flung her hand back and smacked the older boy on the sternum, causing him to yelp and bark 'hey' in offense at her abuse.

"Nice to meet you." He grumbled, rubbing the spot Robin hit him.

Jeff nodded, but Eddie just raised a skeptical eyebrow at the jock. Since when was he one to hang out with a couple of band-geeks? Wait, was Jovi in band?

Jovi stood and, unfortunately, let go of Eddie's hand as she motioned to Robin, "I gotta go pee. Come with me Robin?" The other girl rolled her eyes but grinned good-naturedly and grasped Jovi's hand.

"C'mon sweetie, I'll take you to the potty!" She raised her voice playfully and Jovi giggled as Robin played mom and the two wandered inside, leaving the boys to chat.

Steve shuffled on his feet awkwardly, scratching the side of his face while his eyes wandered everywhere but the two other men. Eddie huffed in annoyance and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one out and lighting up. Sucking in a deep breath, he eyed Steve and let the smoke blow out of his nose. "How do you know Jovi and Robin?" He asked casually, or tried to, Jeff seemed to wince at his accusatory tone.

Steve crossed his arms and sucked in a breath, shoulders tensing. "Oh, uh, well… I-I babysat, Jovi's brother, you could say…" He shrugged, getting fidgety with his hands, "A-and then I worked at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin this last summer and we hit it off. So, um…" He was rubbing his hands on his jeans, then his arms, going up to massage his neck and gazing at the ground with hard eyes, "You been friends with 'em long?" His voice was slightly raised, nervous as he tried to change the subject.

Eddie eyed Steve's strange behavior, but the jock merely thinned his lips and raised his bushy brows waiting for Eddie to respond. "Sorta." He drew out, fibbing, but didn't care to elaborate.

"Cool, cool." Steve nodded and stared at the ground, not offering any further conversation. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at Jeff with exasperation. Jeff pursed his lips and threw his hands up, "So what're you up to these days, Harrington?" Jeff shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet, "Didn't expect to see you at a high school party, thought you'd be onto bigger and better things."

Steve gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Yeah, you'd think." He mumbled before clearing his throat, "Nah, didn't know what I wanted to do, so I figured I'd take a year, get a good score on my SATs and try again for Purdue." He sighed, "Or.. I don't know. Life sucks man, why do we have to know exactly what we want to do for the rest of our lives now? I mean, we're only teenagers, not even fully developed or whatever." He threw his own hands up before running them through his perfect hair, mussing it up. Much to Eddie's annoyance, it still looked good.

Jeff nodded sympathetically, "I hear that man. My mom wants me to be a doctor, but I get sick at the sight of blood."

Steve chuckled, "Good luck with that, dude." Jeff smiled and the two relaxed a bit.

Eddie scowled, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "What're you thinking you might wanna do if you went to college?" His voice was low, but curious. What would ole King Hair try and excel in now that the world was his oyster?

Steve blinked, "Uhh…" his brows furrowed in concentration.

Eddie smirked, "Don't hurt yourself, I can smell the smoke from here." The three boys laughed lightly at the jab.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, face flushing, "Honestly? I kind of want to look into… teaching." His smile was soft and thoughtful and Eddie was shocked. That was the last vocation that he suspected the most popular kid in his high school would say.

"Good on ya, man!" Jeff grinned.

Steve matched his smile, "Thanks."

"Mayday mayday!" Robin came stumbling outside, alone, and grabbed Eddie's arm, jerking it slightly, "We're in need of assistance! Connor won't take no for an answer and Jovi's too sweet to punch him!" 

"What?" Eddie blinked, but he felt his jaw clench involuntary while he stomped out his cigarette. He let Robin tug him into the house, Steve and Jeff following close behind.

Robin led him down a back hallway and there he saw some gangly kid leaning over Jovi who looked uncomfortable and pale. Her hand was pressed to her chest, almost like she was trying to hide herself, and her smile was weak while she shook her head politely at whatever the kid was saying.

Eddie steeled himself and stepped forward, sliding his arm around Jovi's shoulders. He smiled down at her flustered face, "Hey sweetheart, was wondering what was keeping you." He slid his gaze to the kid in front of her and glared, icy and cold. Yeah, he knew that, technically speaking, he had no right to step in between someone talking with Jovi, but a flame of jealousy flared to life in his gut at the idea of someone other than him flirting with her. His limbs had moved of their own accord, just acting from the instructions received by his caveman instincts that roared at his brain to protect Jovi.

The taller guy gulped, glasses sliding down his nose and he pushed them back up while nervously taking a step away. "S-sorry Munson, didn't know she was yours." He mumbled before speeding away.

Eddie felt his face heat up at the comment. At the idea of Jovi being his. A warmth bloomed in his chest, turning the cold flames of jealousy to a crackling hearth of affection within him. He quickly shook the thought away to focus on how Jovi was faring. She looked pale and her hands were shaking, but she was giving him a grateful smile. His heartbeat picked up again.

"Thanks Eddie. Never knew Connor was so persistent." She sighed.

"Yeah, don't mention it, sweet thing." His voice was low and he dipped his head down so he didn't have to shout over the music. "You okay?" His brow furrowed in concern.

She huffed a laugh and nodded, "I-I'm okay, I just threw up so I think that's my cue to go home." Her cheeks pinkened in embarrassment and she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Do you need a ride?" He croaked, eyes going wide as the question seemed to spill from him before he could think. He was sure his face was a tomato.

She looked surprised, but her face quickly fell into a tender smile, eyes sparking. "Thanks Eddie, but Steve's our designated DD." 

Steve nodded behind them and clapped his hands, "I'll go bring the car around–meet you guys out front." He was gone in a second.

Eddie gulped and nodded, making to let go of Jovi's shoulder, but her hand shot out and kept him firmly holding her, eyes wide and pleading, "Would you walk me out? I'm feeling really shaky and don't want to walk alone." She tapered off, voice getting soft and shy and her face blushing furiously.

Eddie felt his insides explode with fluttering bats as they swarmed his guts and made his heart kick up to ten times its normal speed. His grin was so big and bright he was sure he looked like an absolute idiot, but he couldn't fight his joy at her desire for his company. He squeezed Jovi's shoulders and held her closer. "Of course, my lady. I couldn't dare to leave a fair maiden alone in her time of need." She giggled and leaned her head against Eddie's chest.

Oh man I hope she can't hear how fast my heart's going. That would definitely have given him away. He just prayed maybe she was still tipsy enough not to notice. He guided her with him while following Robin, who was muttering to Jeff about how Connor always had a thing for Jovi. The kid played trumpet alongside Robin and would constantly ask about her friend, even during class and it got on her nerves. 

"Maybe now that he thinks she's dating Eddie, he'll lay off!" She huffed and crossed her arms once they made it to the curb. 

"Sorry about that," Eddie mumbled, "Just tried to get him to leave you alone. Hopefully you don't catch any heat from being tied to me." His eyes wandered the sidewalk, suddenly feeling like an ass for being so forward. 

Jovi hummed and patted his chest with the hand that wasn't grasping his arm around her shoulders. "I don't mind one bit, I thought it was sweet that you came to my rescue." He quickly looked down to see her gazing up at him with a sweet smile, eyes slightly unfocused and red from drinking then hurling. He smirked and tried to grasp a thread of courage within himself.

"So you don't mind fake-dating me?" He held his breath, trying to appear nonchalant but his insides were bubbling with hope.

She gave a nervous giggle, hiding her face in his chest again and he wanted to squeeze her and kiss her all over her adorable, beet-red cheeks. "No, I don't mind." Her voice was muffled by the puffy frill of his shirt.

A rush of air expelled from his lungs at her reply. He felt giddy.

Steve's BMW (of course he has a fucking BMW–rich boy that he is) saddled up to the curb they stood on and Robin rushed to the side of it, clumsily popping open the passenger door and then teetering around to open the back door.

"Can you help me? My legs feel like Jell-O." Jovi mumbled into Eddie's chest and he chuckled.

"Of course sweetheart." His voice was soft, but he felt jittery and full of energy–like he had drank ten cups of coffee before starting a new Hellfire campaign he had been working for months on. 

She giggled and pulled her face from his chest, smiling, "Like it when you call me 'sweet'." She whispered, still slightly inebriated and silly so the whisper was louder than she probably intended.

He smirked at her and caught her eye, making her giggle shyly, "Oh yeah?" 

She nodded dramatically and he held her hand as she plopped into the back seat sideways, him standing in between her legs and she stared up at him demurely. She lazily motioned him to come down to her level and he grinned, leaning against the top of the car and moving his head in front of hers, their faces only a few inches from one another. Suddenly she leaned forward and Eddie thought his heart stopped.

Her soft, luscious lips pressed to his cheek and she hummed against him, pulling away with a quiet smacking sound. She looked up at his frozen face with one of drunken adoration. "Thank you Eddie. See you on Monday." She whispered, bringing her hand up to tug once on his guitar pick that hung on the chain around his next.

He gulped and mentally smacked himself back into action, "Y-yeah. M-monday." His voice cracked and he winced as he stepped away, shutting the door behind her after she settled in her seat. She leaned her forehead against the window and wiggled her fingers at him as Steve drove them away.

He was floating on a cloud while he watched the BMW drive away. Everything was hazy and his vision faded out and all he could feel was her searing kiss on his cheek. He brought his hand up to hold onto his guitar pick necklace and felt the residual warmth from her hand. It was like he had turned into smoke drifting around, just meandering wherever the wind blew him.

The heavy hand on his shoulder brought him back to himself and he looked over at Jeff in a daze. He was laughing and shaking his head, "You with me, man?"

Eddie blinked, "I swear, by all that is metal," he began dramatically, gathering his best dungeon master voice, "I will ask her out."

[phantomenby]

Biker babe

hii ^^ i would like to request something... poly lost boys in a stable relationship with the reader for almost a year or 2 now but weirdly get super super insecure when the reader's ex who maybe has a better bike? or a cooler jacket? shows up one day in Santa Carla...how would each of the boys show their insecurity and how will the reader calm them down😊 thank youuu~

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"Oh my god!"

David turned to look at you, his brow furrowed in confusion and concern, "what?!"

"Oh. My. GOD!"

His composure was slipping away, the other three of your mates looking around for something out of the ordinary.

Marko moved to your side, trying to look where your eyes were pointing, unable to spot anything through the crowd. His lithe fingers tugged on a loc, trying to pull your attention to him, "babe-"

You didn't answer, pushing through the crowd excitedly instead, leaving your mates behind.

"What the fuck are they doing?" Paul's hair was frazzled as he tried to follow you, watching you disappear into the crowd before he went to hop up on the railing behind their bikes so he could get sight of you, "is that a-?"

Dwayne mimicked his actions, watching from their perch as you approached a figure leaning on a large, thick-wheeled bike that was much newer than their own skeletal machines. Much more expensive too.

The brunette scowled, pushing the image into the minds of his packmates, watching a Markos face darkened into a demonish scowl that ruined his cherubic features.

"Who the hell is that?"

David threw his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, not bothering to stump it out as it left a slight scorch mark on the ground.

"Rachel!"

Your ex didn't have any time to react as you threw your arms around her, bringing her close and smooching her cheek.

She laughed, throwing her head back and jabbing your side so you would free her from your restrictive hold, "geez dude, tryin' to kill me still after all these years?"

You flushed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly as you looked away from her, "sorry man, got excited..."

Rachel met your eye, and you both smiled fondly.

The two of you had dated in high school, bonding over your love of rock and roll and motorbikes. You were quite the odd pair, getting into the 'alternative' style well before your late teens and never finding much interest in modern technology.

"How you been bub?" she reached for your hand, the cool leather of her gloves contrasting to yours which were hot from the Santa Carla heat, "been some time since you been back home."

You nodded, squeezing her hand, "yeah, uh, tryin' to avoid my parents. You know how they can be."

And she did, throughout your entire childhood, all the way til you were eighteen, she was your rock. Without her you were sure life would have been unbearable.

Conversation flowed naturally between you, the world fading away as you caught up on the past few years of your lives.

Behind you the crowd began to part, four men slinking through, separating the masses with efficiency.

"Babe"

You turned, meeting the eyes of Dwayne who was looking slightly miffed at your departure, he reached for you as he came to your side. An arm wrapped possessively around your waist as he glowered at your ex.

"Oh hey these are my-" smiling up at him, not noticing the look in he was sending to your ex, turning back to her.

"Friends?" her eyes raked over them, appreciating their outfits, "glad to see you found your people love."

You beamed, leaning forward, Mark now at your side with his lower lip puffed out in a pout. All four of them were surrounding you, Marko and Paul looking more than irritated while David kept a devious smirk on his face as he assessed your supposed friend.

"Guys this is Rachel," finally pulling away from Dwayne you moved to stand beside her, laying an arm across her shoulders in a friendly manner as they introduced themselves.

Chewing on his lip, Marko let his eyes burn a little at the sight of your arms on another, "old childhood friend bub?"

Rachel answered before you could, "well sorta, more of an ex at this point."

Oh. Oh no. You tensed as you watched Marko's eyes darken, his teeth subtly sharpening behind his smile.

"Oh?" David clapped his hands together, bobbing his head, "well you're welcome to hang with us, we are all friends after all."

-

Honestly, you were loving life. You had forgotten how much you missed Rachel, how sweet she was, how easily you could talk to her.

Even with the boys you had your limits.

Not that you were even noticing the boys.

David was strung tighter than a banjo string, Paul was bouncing around the bonfire like a little demon child who was high on sugar, making sure to pinch and prod at you occasionally.

Dwayne was no better, refusing to leave your side.

I mean. He was the only chocolate haired biker in your life, who was this mere human to him.

They couldn't deny the way you looked at each other.

Maybe you would leave them for her.

Marko's eyes grew darker at the thought. It was one that plagued him often. The idea that one day you would leave them for another human, maybe you'd refuse to join them.

They wouldn't be able to kill you.

But they knew in their hearts they couldn't bear to let you go.

It would have helped if Rached wasn't so damn nice. She had already gotten a few chuckles out of them, and David had loved asking her about her travels across North and South America.

It made them think on how truly trapped they were in this town.

How trapped you would be if you stayed with them.

Christ man, get those thoughts out of your head before you take us all down with you

Paul was only speaking to Marko, but he might as well have been screaming it at all of them, including themselves.

God. When had they gotten so weak over a human?

"Guys?" four sets of eyes turned to you, making you shift uncomfortably under their gaze, "I was just gonna walk Rachel back to her bike, I'll meet you back here?"

David was the only one to respond, tilting his head and turning back to look out at the ocean.

It felt oddly cold, but as Rachel grabbed your shoulder and brought you back to the boardwalk you let it leave your mind.

"You gonna be in town long?" she turned her eyes to you, a warm glint in them, "kinda missed our talks."

Nodding she responded, straddling the bike, "a couple days, maybe a week, gotta keep those fellas of yours on their toes."

With a wink she was speeding off, her bike roaring down the roads and towards the more touristy district in hunt of a motel for the night,

-

The air was odd when you returned to the boys.

Well boy.

Only Dwayne was left, telling you the other three had headed back to the cave.

He wouldn't meet your eyes. And it made your heart ache.

Instead he began walking down the beach, not taking your hand or wrapping an arm around you like he usually would.

Standing still for a moment you watched him walk away, hands curled into fists as your eyes watered slightly.

It was only the cold night air that finally got you moving.

By the time you reached the cave Dwayne had been stood by the entrance for a good fifteen minutes, waiting to make sure you atleast made it in alive.

Though he didn't help you over the rocks like he always wood, or down the hill that led into the main cave.

The other three were in there, barely sparing you a glance before returning to their respective tasks.

You walked towards Marko, who was fluffing one of his pigeons, petting its head lovingly and murmuring to it.

"Markie-" he shifted away from you when you reached for him, letting the bird go and hopping down to join Paul by the fountain, "h-hey."

Tears bloomed in your eyes, making your vision grow blurry.

"Guys?" only Paul looked at you, but you could tell the other three were listening in, "are-"

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

"A-are you mad at me?" They froze, eyes wide and hands stilling.

You tensed more and more as they sat in silence, refusing to answer you.

When it got too much you turned, moving with your shoulders slumped towards your little den.

"Love," a warm hand took hold of your own before you could leave, spinning you to meet the eyes of Paul, his other hand reaching to hold your face which facing the ground, "we're not mad it's just-"

He fought to find the words, not wanting the four of them to sound so pathetic.

"You and your, well your ex-"

"Rachel? What about her?" you met his eyes and pulled away slightly, not liking where this was going, "I thought you liked her..."

David rose, flitting to your side, stroking your hair softly, "we do dear, it's just," he sighed leaning his head against yours and breathing in your scent to keep him calm, "we know they're human and you know if you ever felt like you would rather-"

"Rather what?" you laughed, reaching for both of the blondes and pulling them closer, "I'm not leaving you."

Pouting you began placing kisses over both of their faces, refusing to let them escape your grasp, weaving your fingers through their tousled hair and kissing their necks teasingly.

"You're mine silly boys, not letting you go for anyone."

Marko and Dwayne soon followed, surrounding you and wrapping their arms around your form.

Soon enough you were nothing more than a mesh of flesh and fabric, holding each other close while you made sure to kiss them into oblivion, telling them off for being dumb enough to think you would leave them.

[kamiversee]

omg i wanna give you a smooch ty for taking the time to breakdown my 4 am ramble 😘 it’s so ironic you mentioned that this is how you are with the MCU because i was the anon that said these last few chapters are my Avengers Endgame 🥲 but holy shit you were right, this is more like my Infinity War because the feeling of the cliffhanger and devestation is the same. I LUV U KAMI it’s 6 am rn and i realize i left a lot of my notes out of that “mini” TFL analysis so once i’m fully awake i might go sniffin’ for more hints 🤍 i’m sure someone else has found the Sukuna detail by now with your hints so i’m excited to apply those two hints into refining more theories!!

the fan theories are so much fun to read, but way more fun to find evidence for. i have a few excerpts from diff chapters to support theories like Choso being involved with the list generation, Sukuna and Gojo “working” together, etc. even if i’m not fully onboard with some of them. i feel like you can relate to enjoying the process of going back and gathering details, so you totally know where i’m coming from with all of this lmao

i’m so excited for your blue lock fic to be uploaded!! shidou and sae are too fine for their own good i need these men so fucking BAAAAD!!! considering that i only found you once you posted on Tumblr, it would be really cool to see how your writing progressed to the point that it’s at in TFL 🤍

💋

-☃️

That…That was a MINI analysis? HELLO?😭

Anywho, yes, to me, TFL is my Infinity War & the next fic is Endgame. I think the cliffhanger was inspired by my love for marvel too & l the things in it that connect & how they branch out…

Yeah yk how one marvel movie or show will reference another? Just wait til’ I get more fics on here & trust me I’ll be cross-referencing shit like crazy😭

Anywho, the Sukuna detail was how he texted the reader first despite him giving her his number— they never exchanged numbers, he just gave her his so, how did he text first? ><

The other detail issss, actually I think someone else found it so I’ll respond to tht ask & confirm in a bit💀

Anywho, I love how you can find something to support all sorts of theories bc it really gives me a chance to see how creative I could be going forth 😉

LASTLY, my Sae & Shidou fic was my first masterpiece imo, the angst, the fluff, the smut (I’ll probably rewrite some bits), EVERYTHING. It’s a great story & was one of my favs before I made TFL my focus ^.^

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon ch 8 | Skyrim fic |

a self indulgent Brynjolf x Dragonborn skyrim fanfic of mine.

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“Do you want to walk, or do you have a horse?” Allustria wasn’t kidding with going right then and there. As soon as he asked to come with, she was practically running to the gates. 

“I don’t have a horse.” Brynjolf answered, adjusting the weight of his pack on his shoulder. 

“That’s okay. I have one~”

“One?”

“... He’s a big horse.”

The moon was out and it was quiet. A saddled horse in the stall was munching on hay. The stable master and carriage driver were nowhere to be seen. 

“There?” Brynjolf asked. Allustria just smiled at him. She put her thumb and forefinger to her lips and blew out a sharp whistle. Brynjolf looked around but the horse in the stall didn’t budge.

 Suddenly, out of the shadows cast by the city walls, a misty fog began spilling out into the moonlight. Brynjolf took a step back. The black mist seeped out of the ground and piled in clouds forming a large mound. Two glowing red eyes emerged through the darkness. The shadow took a more recognizable shape and stepped into the moonlight. A horse, black as night, showed itself and approached them. 

Allustria reached out and stroked its muzzle. She happily mimicked its deep breaths and blew air into its nose, then gave the soft muzzle a kiss. Allustria’s hair was such a beautiful contrast to the beast. The moon with a starless night. She turned and beckoned Brynjolf to come and meet her partner. 

“Shadowmere, this is Brynjolf, Brynjolf, Shadowmere~” 

The man’s mouth was agape. He cautiously stepped forward, hand stretched out for it to get his scent. 

“He likes it when you blow in his nose.”

“Seriously?” 

Allustria smiled and nodded. Hesitating only a little, but he did so. The horse flared its nostrils and twitched its mouth. He bobbed his head, and rubbed his lips on the top of Brynjolf’s red hair. Allustria laughed!

“Good boy!” She gave Shadowmere a good scratching on the back of his neck, with which he immediately returned the favor. Using his pliable lips to rub Allustria’s shoulder. She giggled.  Allustria gave him another smooch, crouched under his neck to get to his side, attached her pack to his saddle, and hopped on his back. 

She held out her hand for Brynjolf to grab, who took a breath before trotting to her, grabbing her hand and swinging himself onto its back as well. Shadowmere whinnied, stepped back a bit, and then began the journey. 

“Don’t be shy~” Allustria invited, glancing past her shoulder at him. Brynjolf took the invitation and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep himself steady. 

“Don’t mind if I do~” He flirted back, whispering in her ear. Allustria bit her lip when feeling the chills that Brynjolf’s breath had sent down her spine. He seemed to be the only one to get her flustered at her very own flirtatious game. 

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“So why didn’t we wait ‘til morning?” Brynjolf leaned back, watching the stars as Shadowmere followed the road.

“I told Maven I’d get it done as soon as possible. Plus, I see better at night.” Allustria answered. Her pale eyes were amazing at adjusting to the darkness, but in return, they were sensitive to the sunlight. Turns out being a thief is really working out for her. 

“There’s a town about halfway to Whiterun. We can stop there for the night, then head out again in the morning.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Brynjolf breathed in her hair, letting himself indulge in his desires. His chest firmly pressed against her back. Focusing on her legs that rubbed the inside of his thighs. His hands on her hips. Fingers lightly tracing the straps of her armor and gaps in between. Not a single action of which was lost on her.

Allustria directed Shadowmere with small tugs and words of encouragement. He had strong stamina to run with the two of them for quite awhile, before needing to trot again. Sticking to the road, they followed the signs to Ivarstead. 

The elf felt the tingle of Brynjolf’s caresses on her bare skin. Tracing the edges between the belts of her armor, sliding a finger past them and barely daring to explore beneath the leather. She felt him press into her ever so slightly, and lightly touch his nose in the nape of her neck. Such subtle movements that she may not have noticed if she wasn’t so hyper fixated on him. Her cheeks flushed and felt her heart leap with his movements.

Her womanhood between her legs pulsed and swelled, making her shift to find a more comfortable position on the saddle. She felt lightning bursts of longing arousal with every touch he gave her. She bit her tongue to hold back any sound that might escape from her, desperately trying to hide her feelings. Good thing Ivarstead wasn’t too far, or else this would be a difficult ride. Only a little longer.

They take the path that followed the lake, passing farms along the way. They weave through trees, cross the bridge next to heartwood mill, and continue on the path. The canopy arched over the road, creating a tunnel of golden leaves, and the path swirled deeper into the forest, leaving the river behind. A few wolves showed themselves, but Shadowmere kept with a steady pace until they lost interest. The river appeared again, along with a bridge and just beyond it was the destination for the night. 

“If I knew it was going to be so cold, I would have worn better clothes!” Allustria shivered. She was in a very small outfit, compared to Brynjolf who was literally covered head to toe in thick leather. He liked what he saw, but he felt for her. 

“We’re almost there, hopefully we can warm up by the fire at the inn.” He comforted her.  She nodded and picked up the pace.  

Allustria stopped Shadowmere by the water’s edge and slid off the saddle. Not realizing her butt rubbed against Brynjolf’s leg. He slid to the opposite side, so he could adjust the familiar nuisance in his pants. 

“Shadowmere, stay here for the night.” She patted him on the nose and fed him an apple she fished out of her pack. Brynjolf liked how sweet she was with this demon horse. Showing a bit of her soft side. The horse blew a big puff of air into her face, making her laugh, and then lowered his head to the water for a drink. 

The pair left the horse and headed to the inn. Allustria walked at a brisk pace, with her arms holding themselves.  All the townsfolk were indoors and fast asleep, apart from a few chickens wandering about. It was well past midnight. A cold wind blew down from the mountain path, swirling through the small town. 

“Aaaarghhh! Let’s get inside!” Allustria took off running. Brynjolf laughed and ran after her. She leaped up the stairs of the inn and swung the door open. Brynjolf followed, getting his hand in the door frame before it could slam shut in his face.        

 “Ah! Welcome, good evening!” The bartender greeted them. Allustria was crouched by the fire pit when Brynjolf shut the door. He brushed himself off and went to the owner. 

“Here for a room? Or perhaps some food and warm drink? It’s chilly out there this time of night.”

“Yeah. All of that sounds good, thanks.”

“Lucky for you, we have total vacancy, so you can have your pick of room! Want our double bed?”

“Um—“ Brynjolf turns to the elf behind him. She’s nearly inches from the flames, letting it soak into her cheeks. “Actually, two separate rooms. Sadly.” 

“Ah, I see. I wish you luck on that one.” He winks at Brynjolf, who smiles with a snort.

Allustria is greeted with a platter of food. Bunches of berries, breads and cheeses, some sliced meats, and two bowls of sizzling hot soup with potatoes, carrots, and floating bits of greens.  She sighs with relief and accepts a bowl when Brynjolf sits down next to her, back to the fire. 

“I got a couple rooms. Wilhelm said to help ourselves with food and drink, as long as we pay for it of course.” 

Allustria gives him a hushed chuckle.

“Sure, as long as there’s a little something for me to find in the chests for a souvenir.” She jokes. 

“Said he’s turning in for the night. Sleeps in the basement. Means we have the place to ourselves~” 

Allustria senses some tomfoolery. 

“What are you implying?” She leans in closer and grins at him.

“Oh I don’t know~ It’s been awhile since I’ve been shitfaced.” He looks down at a bottle of mead. “Haven’t had a couple days to myself for a long time either. I’ll consider this a little vacation~” 

“Well, you go ahead, but I have a job to do tomorrow, remember?” She slumped. 

“Yeah, yeah. Well, we’ll just wait and see how it goes.” He tips the bottle towards her and guzzles its contents. 

The elf was a little disappointed that he didn’t suggest fooling around with her. They could be exploring each other’s bodies right now! She watched him chug his ale. Lips around the tip of the bottle, the lines of his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. She madly wanted to kiss him. 

‘Why not? Why won’t I just make a move? I’ve done it plenty of times before. It’s not like I’m shy or anything.’ She argued with herself. Maybe she was worried that if they were to do anything physical, it would ruin their little friendship they’ve been developing.  She liked their moments together. How he seems to go out of his way to find her and sit with her. It made her feel loved.

“Oh, fuck it.” Allustria muttered. She grabbed a bottle herself and downed it.

“That’s my girl,” Brynjolf grinned. 

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They ate and laughed for what seemed like hours. The candles had gone out long ago, the fire in the center of the tavern was low. They had found a nice spot on the floor to lay, on top of a fur rug. Empty bottles of mead, sprawled out around them. 

“I— demand *hic* an arm wrestle!” Allustria sloppily stands and jabs a finger into Brynjolf’s chest, who laughs. He begins to stand himself, but rolls back onto his butt and thumps against a pillar. The elf snorts and laughs. She grabs his arm and attempts to hoist him up.

“Whoever wins… Gets a— gets to— The loser has to…. do somethin’… the winner wants.” She shrugs. Sounds like a good enough gamble to her.

“You’re on, Lass.” The two drunk idiots swivel to a table. Plopping down on opposite sides, and slamming their elbows onto the wood. They grip hands and… BEGIN! 

Nothing happens at first. Their arms tremble. Allustria stared into his eyes. Taking in deep breaths.

“You have… beautiful… green eyes.” She sounded almost mad about it. Her arm was shaking. They teeter in direction.

“I’m not falling for that, Lass.” His grip tightened and slowly began overtaking her. She put up a fight, but wasn’t showing any sign of being able to take back the ground he had. Her face turned a darker shade of purple. She spat out the breath she was holding and started a nervous laughter.

“Noooo!”  Her arm lowered and finally touched the tabletop. 

“Ha-HA!” He leans back and looks at her with a shit-eating grin. “I win.”

“Whatever! I don’t throw giant swords around! I thought you’d go easy on me!” 

“Not with a bet on the line!  You have to do whatever I say.” He folded his arms in confidence. Allustria rolled her eyes. 

“Fine~” a sudden change in her demeanor. Her drunkenness seemed to disappear. Her lids lower, seductively, and she matched his grin. “What.. do you..” she slowly stands, “want me.. to do?” Leaning forward and setting her palms on the table. Her forearms squish her boobs together, making her cleavage oh so irresistible. 

Brynjolf’s eyes memorize her. Her tactics of seducing were working incredibly well. So he let himself enjoy the view while he thought about it. She began crawling on the table. Knees knocking away platters and cups. She slid off the other side and placed herself on his lap. 

Still leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, he wasn’t falling for it. He had noticed a pattern. Trying to fluster someone by being flirtatious to fumble them. Distract them.  He honestly wasn’t sure if she was attracted to him like he was to her. She was doing the same thing she did to Delvin when first meeting him, so as far as he knew, she did this to everybody. 

Allustria placed her arms on his shoulders and scooted herself up a bit further on his lap. Her legs straddled his, so they were facing each other. Brynjolf smiled. 

“What is…” He began. He placed his hands on her hips. She leaned in closer to hear his request. Fully ready to kiss the man. 

“…Your Favorite flower?” He finished. She stopped. Her eyes darted between his, completely baffled. 

“My what?” She must not have heard him and needed clarification.

“You heard me. Your favorite flower.” He was content with her reaction, especially with how confused she was. Something about throwing her off guard felt like an accomplishment. She was so used to her beauty being the main attraction, and the way she acted, it seemed like she expected only that. Like her body was the only thing anyone cared about.

“Um…” Her voice was slightly shaky. “I—“ She paused to think. A smile spread across her soft lips and she relaxed when the answer appeared.  

“Nightshade.” 

Brynjolf was happy with her choice. He knew just where to get those.

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Their late night travels and drunkenness had finally caught up to them. Allustria was kind of glad they got separate rooms. She felt like she needed to think. She shut the door to her room, and slumped her back against it. She was stuck, thinking over the recent events. She felt something new stirring around her heart.  Brynjolf felt different to her. That something special, that little spark, it was slowly growing. It was different than just sexual attraction.

‘I think I might be falling for him…’  She thought. A spark of butterflies fluttered at the realization. ‘That’s a first…’ She smiled. 

Looking around, she remembered her pack was still out in the tavern. She cracked the door open to the dimly lit room beyond. A burning sensation spreads throughout her core, and down between her legs. Brynjolf was in the room directly across from her, armor removed, and pulling off his white cotton shirt.  

He was gorgeous. The veins in his arms bulged in a strangely attractive way. Smooth skin curved and sloped over his muscles. He turned his back to her and she gasped. She didn’t know how, but that was the most attractive back she had ever seen. Muscular, with a few white scars here and there.

Allustria could feel her heart beats deepen, pulsing until she could feel each beat up into her flushed cheeks. Her throat felt tight, the warmth in her chest continued, and tingles of excitement shot down to her slowly swelling nub between her legs.  

Her knees quivered when he started pulling down his pants, revealing his undergarments that covered the most desirable parts. She bit her lip and felt her fingers twitching, begging to explore her body.  

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[chocolatemilksmoothie]

King's Tide - and now we wait

MAN this was a LOT huh? can't wait til next week's e- oh.

this whole ep had me so tense my back hurts so that's nice

King scoffing at Philip saying "you can trust me" and that giving him away was funny to me ngl

Willow really is the best, she managed to keep a level head

I like how she and Gus kept looking after King through the whole episode. he is everyone's little brother <3

babiesss

"there's always a way to help, you just gotta look for the right opportunity" and he did

MITTENS awww

"Paradise awaits" he tells them, all these people he will kill with no hesitation

"with this spell declared, promise I'll be back" I'M FINE

we can see then that all other coven heads were on Belos/Philip's side, but I suspect no one will be after all this

the way they foreshadowed the arm thing tho

a lil smooch for Hooty :'(

back when things were simpler. you realize they've all known each other for super long huh

yes I DO find it hilarious that Adrien Graye looks like he hasn't slept since Gus messed him up

I think it's neat how for the Draining Spell Philip drew on the ground like back when he used glyphs to warp

something truly nightmarish about seeing people cheering at first, then be scared and collapse as the spell slowly advances

and he really just. leaves. throws the collector out and is planning to leave all these dying witches behind

hilarious that he's wearing that Colonizer Fit™ but even funnier that Luz called him out on it, I could stare at this expression all day

he's like wait do people not wear these anymore???

Kiki is quite pitiful, always seeking the approval of this guy who just wants her gone

"have you as my right hand? I'd sooner cut off my whole arm"

so when Luz gave him the sigil I really thought he'd do that. turns out it was someone else's sigil arm that would be yanked off

damn he really said go die in a hole and Kiki was like sure why not

Philip feared the Collector so much he betrayed and discarded him, and now he's against him. if he had freed them maybe they'd still be somewhat on the same side

then again, idk if this man knows how to interact with anyone without lying and manipulating so there's that

I love them very much

Darius stopped attacking when Healing Coven Witch threatened Eber !! they are besties !!!! how dare they

yes I noticed everyone is shown captured but Steve is NOWHERE in this entire episode

"you too have a strange intuition with these, it took me years to figure that out" his brother, who also loved magic and the Isles, could probably use glyphs a lot easier than Philip, who hated everything about it. the Titan can tell

"you're such a hypocrite" YES SWEETY CALL HIM OUT ON HIS MANIPULATIVE ASS

Witch Hunter General, people are gonna bully him super hard on twitter I can already see it

SHE WAS SO SMART WITH THE GLOVE SO SMART

can we imagine some sitcom of a teenage bi latina girl trying to introduce an egomaniac witch hunter from the 1600s to the Year of Our Lord 2022

Goop Belos design is horrifying I love it

that whole sequence from King's pov. the muffled sound, the chaos as the adults collapse and you can see Hunter's arm all glowy, everything destroyed. oof

"WE don't belong here" "I'M NOT LIKE YOU" yessss

"you guys are LITERALLY the coolest" YEA THEY ARE

the Collector is SO scary and chaotic. Neither witch nor demon, a child from the stars, seemingly has powers that affect reality like no one else's, and yet behaves like a child. How do we stop someone like this

Gus saw Philip's memories too right? seems like it

still trying to manipulate mansplain manslaughter your way to Hunter's loyalty huh, you horrible old man

HE SAID "CALEB" RIGHT? WE ALL HEARD THAT RIGHT ???

"where the failures end up" this messed me up there were so many of them. so so many

the Collector couldn't see King while he was wearing the collar with the symbol

he found the symbol where he hatched. his father was keeping him invisible

"a game called the Owl House" I am so normal about this

King saved everyone but we have no idea at what cost

yeah the Raine and Eda scene? uncalled for. amazing. painful

the Round Boi broke. I repeat, the Round Boi broke!!

god these are children

*SPLAT* goes the witch hunter

did you see Hunter's face tho? how many conflicting emotions from seeing THAT just happen

"King! :D" me too Collector

all of them joining in King's whole "game" with their nervous smiles and poor Hunter's in too much pain so he just *whimpers in agreement*

I love the little jester design

also he really just looked at Philip's centuries long evil plan and went "okay! :) boop!"

this whole part had me so stressed I was like who's gonna cross the door and who isn't AHH

both King and Luz made difficult choices, and once again they're separated from those they care about :( DANA

it's raining. for some reason that hurts me

ANNE BOONCHUY? sorry I had to

Vee! will she join the Mentally Scarred Kids Squad

god these are children (x2)

they are hurt and cold. Hunter holding Gus he is Older Brother now

Camila: *pulls out adoption papers*

and those credits MAN season 3 is gonna be wild

I imagine our group of kids will have to investigate Philip and his brother, so we'll go visit the museum dude to get info.

also what Gus saw in Belos' head might not only help there, but also lead to Hunter having to reveal the whole grimwalker thing

sad season 3 is short bc having shenanigans on Earth with these 5 could be delightful

idk if I want human disguises or Luz can just tell everyone they're really enthusiastic cosplayers or something

maybe seeing the human realm might lift Gus' spirit a lil bit

We didn't get to meet Luz's palisman, but hopefully they're ready to hatch soon

Camila will slap Goop Belos with her chancla with such force he'll never come back

also I do hope we get to see King, the Collector, and all the adults that were left behind who are all safe and sound of course ha ha ha, dealing with everything that happened and probably looking for a way to get the kids back

in conclusion, I will not stop thinking about this episode ever. my kids and I are traumatized

[monstersandmaw]

Dremora lad hehe 🌙🙈💚🌟💗

I love this!! Thank you so much!!

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Mmm.... I think Dremora would like to be free to choose. He doesn't enjoy what he does in the Deadlands and he'd like to be able to live with Alys in Skyrim for the remainder of his life. He's willing to kill anyone who tries to send him back there, for sure, and to protect Alys, who's the one keeping him tethered to Nirn.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people?

He's a huge softie. He wouldn't want other dremora, particularly those of higher rank, to know how much he detests having to be violent and ruthless.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Kisses. He's pretty touch-starved, and he probably thinks about kissing Alys every spare second he gets. Not that he has been allowed to do that yet... If he's stressed, a sure way to get him to melt is to climb into his lap, hug him with arms round the neck and legs around his waist or on either side of his thighs, and smooch him relentlessly til he smiles.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

He thinks how vast existence is, and how small he is in comparison to everything. He wants to hold Alys' hand and stare at the stars, but it's probably a bit too chilly for that in Skyrim...

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they’re in love?

Well, we all know he's in love with Alys already. He fell for her when she saved his life back at the tower, though he had glimpsed her character before that and admired her. He's not terribly good at articulating his thoughts and emotions, so he can appear a bit cold or awkward (he is awkward), so his love-language is Protecc, and service. He will do stuff for Alys to show he cares for her, as well as trying to keep her alive and safe.

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Thank you so much for asking these! I hope you had fun reading about our lil (big) softie

(emoji asks here)

[nancypullen]

A Day That Will Live in Infamy

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted, but it’s been for a good reason.  Shortly after my last post Matt flew in from Minneapolis and a few days later the Edgewater gang came over.  Everyone camped out here until after the 4th and we had some big fun!   I have some of the most adorable photos of the grandgirl, but of course I can’t share them here. Boooooo.  Her parents are spoiling all my fun.  Anyway, the last person left on the 5th, we spent the 6th recovering, and today is our anniversary.  Thirty-nine years of  marriage and we’ve never been the lead story on the evening news. Bravo to us!   Last night we’d gone to bed and as I got comfortable on my heating pad and Mickey wrestled with the tubing of his CPAP,  I realized we were a long way from our wedding day.  I said, “Just think, thirty-nine years ago at this hour you were at Carmichael’s Academy of Cultured Anatomy with your groomsmen. Look at us now, livin’ the dream.”  We laughed it up, moved a cat off the bed, and went to sleep.  Crazy kids.    Seems like just a few years ago we said “I do” and now my hair has turned white and his beard is gray.  We’ve raised two amazing sons, and made homes from Barrow, Alaska to south Florida.  We’ve definitely had our ups and downs, but never considered divorce.  Murder, maybe, but never divorce.  It’s nice to know that the story that started with a cocky young trooper and a teenager from North Pole has a happy ending.  I mean, not that it’s over yet (fingers crossed), but after 41 years together, 39 of them married, I think it’s gonna’ stick.

Gee, we’ve hardly changed.  Except for the white hair, gray beard, creaky joints, and the fact that we spend more money on bird seed and ibuprofen than we do entertainment - why, we’re those same lovebirds.  He’s still incredibly romantic, I’m still a goof, we still laugh a whole lot more than we bicker, and we can have a full conversation with a single look.  Instead of those two youngsters that would dress up and go to Night Town to dance til the wee hours, now we’re Grandpa and Grancy and if we’re not in bed by 10 o’clock you’d better check on us.  Four decades together changed us in a number of ways, most of them for the better, so no complaints from me. What a trip it’s been! That’s it from me.  I think I’ll go give my sweetheart a smooch for putting up with me for so long.  I’ll be back tomorrow to share some nonsense. Sending out loads of love tonight grab some if you need it.

Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy 

[thesoulesscollection]

"i think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is." A mumbles against B's lips. "It's getting to my head." - my horrible HORRIBLE crack ship.

Or

"Stop smiling. It does things to me I'd rather not talk about." - Roseright :)

OR

"you really can't tell, can you?" A says. "I'm embarrassed by my feelings for you. I'm so dumb for keeping them alive. i love you. there. you heard it. happy now?" - grumpy old men.

Heya, thank you so much for this and I apologize for the long wait. I decided to do all three to make up for it and personally, I enjoy the three ships. As always my ask box is open for anyone to flood it. 

Suction Cup Man x Reginald Copperbottom 

I struggled a little with this one since Scp is a new character for me to write. So he may be a little Ooc and this one-shot may be on the short side;

On the glass wall of the airship, Reginald felt his back being roughly pressed up against it as the other man locked lips with his. 

"I think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is." Reginald mumbles against Scm's lips. "It's getting to my head."

"Fuck. Really? Suction Cup Man doesn't need therapy" 

Actually snorting quite loudly in his face the other man deepened it, Reginald mildly annoyed had somehow remained compliant in the sloppy kiss. 

"'Ay… I don't see you complaining too much 'til now?" Pulling back from the kiss, Scm smugly grins, loud voice breathlessly echoing in the room. "... And fuck therarpy to you too… I don't think you need it, Regs" 

Reginald's initial irritation softened, a weak smile playing itself onto his lips, only ever reserved for the people he truly cared for and in his amazement Scm managed to weasel a way into his heart. 

"Okay. Maybe I don't necessarily need it. But you still drive me mad sometimes. You know that, correct?" Whispering softly in the man's ear, Reginald brushes long brown locks out the way. 

"Hm" 

***

RoseRight 

Ellie huffs, flustered when sinking into her chair, "Stop smiling. It does things to me I'd rather not talk about"

"What?" Right is confused, staring down at the woman who is trying to hide, "I don't understand?"

Scooting up in her seat, so she can sit normally, the woman waves her hands up in the air and makes indistinguishable signals. 

"You're smiling. It's too much for me. Your smile is adorable! You're adorable! I don't know how you can be so oblivious and so cute!?" 

How when the man smiled, it was small, shy, and hesitant like he wasn't used to doing it. Freckled cheeks pushing up into his eyes, one closing while the other half lidded and glossy always stared at her. It was like she's the source to his soft grins, muffled laughter, and his softening up from the tough, unfeeling man he had been before. 

"So you think my smile is too much for you? That's new" Confusion turned to another emotion, playfulness, Right can't help it to smile. 

"... Yes… Soak that all in, why don't you… I know you are…" Ellie groans, seeing with an outright grimace at the giddiness in the man. "... Your smile is amazing. I love you too much sometimes…" 

At her side, Right then bent down to her eye level and planted a kiss, reassuring her in his own way. 

"I am. Though for your sake, I do enjoy… Your smile too. It makes my day much better" 

Savoring the woman's glorious breathlessness, Right continues in his attack, smooching copious amounts of kisses on her face and lips. 

***

Grumpy Old Men 

Pre-Canon; Grumpy Old Men where they're in their middle-latish twenties here and still attempting to develop their feelings for one another; 

When Quentin came strutting into his room where Hershell was currently lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling, mind on so many things, and doing his best to ignore the younger man. 

"You miss me, Hersh? I know you do. Who wouldn't" Sarcastically spoken by Quentin who had plopped down at the bed's edge. 

"Quentin. Please. Go away. I don't feel too well and I have a headache coming on"

Biting his bottom lip, Hershell wanted to be alone yet here he is getting anxious when Quentin makes his black and white world turn colorful.  

"You just say that 'cause you want to be 'left alone' and be an asshole" Quentin shifts his position on the flimsy mattress, now above the other soldier, hands glued firmly on each side. "Now tell me. What's exactly wrong, big guy? You've been on edge around me for days. I want to know why"  

The cot couldn't fit them both comfortably, so Hershell can feel the man deliberately feeling him up for security. Not as if he was complaining, rather it was the opposite and he secretly enjoyed the warmth pressed up on his broad chest. A growing problem, a ridiculously childish crush for another, he wanted it to go away, to be what once was, two close friends yet it was stubborn, like Quentin that didn't get the hint. Somehow Quentin can be both incredibly flirtatious but so oblivious at the same time. 

"You really can't tell, can you?" Hershell says. "I'm embarrassed by my feelings for you. I'm so dumb for keeping them alive. I love you. There. You heard it. Happy now?"

Silence overcame the pair, Quentin finally managed to shut up, his cheeks puffing up whereas Hershell folded his hands over his chest and wished to disappear. 

"I. You do?"

"Yes. I love you, Quentin. I'm surprised as much as you are" Hershell bluntly said.  

Then the comforting heat he experienced cuts away as Quentin suddenly appears reluctant, expression scrunched up. "So you like me, huh?" He returned to his seat at the cot's edge. 

"Yup" 

"This. This is new" 

[lockawayknight]

// the only musings my dead brain has been capable of recently involve @austerulous anri and @umtplex leonhard and that ship meme had me. uh. aaa

anri and leonhard wedding. i just. i’m gonna cry. creighton would be so fucking emotional. she’s finally part of the fam. officially! that’s his FRIEND and she is honorary finger fam!!! the sudden confidence in knowing leonhard isn’t just playing around and being a shithead with a good girl’s heart — for once he believes leonhard and knows anri has the protection of one of the most loyal bastards he knows,,,, just hugs leonhard all teary-eyed til leonhard gets fucking uncomfortable fjfjsk. he’s gonna grab anri and pick her up and twirl her around and give her a big smooch on the cheek and tell her he’s so so so happy for her and she deserves all the best and if leonhard EVER pulls ANY shit he is still her big guard dog and he will Bite,,,, he probably immediately starts bothering them about kids cus he wants to be an uncle fjfnnsk,, leonhard smacks him upside the head every time while anri just kinda snickers. double dates all the time!! cooking dinner for them with pate and inviting them over and having fucking scrabble night idk just!!!! aughhhhfnfndn

i just. gfjfjfjfk. love and marriage during these most brutal and cruel times is so important to creighton. finding a partner. someone you can trust. love and all that comes with it. it’s what drove him and pate together, then apart, then together again. he is a creature built on a foundation of love and dedication. and seeing those closest to him find that???

so many tears. so much excitement. i just. i’m gonna cry at work guys dont mind me hiding in the break room im just sO EMOTIONAL😭😭😭