#so. yeah. this happened shockingly easily.

[elliewiltarwyn]

FFXIV Write 2023 | Prompt #21: Grave

shockingly came easier than the last several.

-1392 words -content warnings: angst/comfort, grieving

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It would have been much easier to use a spade, or even the tip of my greatsword. Somehow, though, F’lhaminn and I land on a silent agreement to only dig with our bare hands.

It’s not what she would have wanted, I’m sure; I stifle a chuckle as I imagine her admonishing us for making things so much more difficult on ourselves, for no discernible benefit. And indeed, it’s rough work, and F’lhaminn’s hands aren’t quite as calloused as they used to be, and I’m fairly certain both of us break some few of our nails, and we’ll be picking dirt out of our cuticles for days afterwards. Neither of us utter a word of complaint, though. How could we possibly? After everything you’ve sacrificed… isn’t this the least we could do? Honestly, it’s probably not even enough for that.

Eventually, F’lhaminn deems the shallow grave deep enough; any more, I muse, and we likely risk disturbing Warburton. She digs into the pocket and draws forth the gift we received in Ul’dah; a small, simple catseye gem, pale blue. Slowly, reverently, carefully, she places it in the direct center of the dip. Its shine has dulled, but it can still catch the rays of the sun, still gleam somewhat. F’lhaminn exhales and gently sits herself on the ground before the epitaph; I wipe my brow and sit next to her.

“It was twenty years ago that Warburton came to Ul’dah, risking life and limb to warn us of the encroaching threat on Eorzea.” F’lhaminn closes her eyes, letting the tears stream freely. “Twenty years ago that my ambition robbed him of his life, and a daughter of her whole family.”

“You know you have far more than atoned for any perceived sins,” I say softly, and I gently scoop her hand into mine and squeeze tightly for emphasis. “And that… she found new family.” She clasps back and nods. We sit there silently for a while, letting the breeze tousle our hairs. The little gleam there is fades from the gem. The sun begins to retreat behind the rolling mountains on the horizon, and the hot desert air begins to cool.

 “You would have been so proud of her, Warburton,” she intones, soft and reverent; she curls her free hand before her, closes her eyes, dips her head. “She was a warm, compassionate, and vibrant woman, full of boundless love for the star and its people… and her family. Always ready to answer the clarion call of duty without a moment’s hesitation, just like her father. In the end, that selflessness would save not one, but two worlds. Now her duty has ended, and though you are worlds apart, I pray that with this stone, this precious gem from Ascilia, a part of her remains at your side… just as she remains forever in our hearts.”

I never knew her as Ascilia… What I would have given to do so…

F’lhaminn’s head remains bowed in silent prayer, and I dare not move or disturb her. Eventually, her fingers curl tighter, and a sob wells in her throat—but she soldiers on. “My dear Ascilia… Never did I imagine that such greatness could be born from beginnings so humble. I am proud beyond words to have been there for that first little triumph. You didn’t just find a gemstone; you found your own path. That path took you far away, to a place fraught with danger… but there, you achieved all you have ever desired, and now you have returned. Rest now… my dearest daughter.”

We sit there quietly for something like several minutes as my mind races, as everything plays back through my memories—from that initial meeting in the Waking Sands, alongside Mia and Lily, to the last smile and the soft touch of her lips as she faded into the light to become one with the girl who would be Ryne. 

Eventually, F’lhaminn brushes her thumb over the back of my hand. “Won’t you say a few words too, Ellie?”

I blink the tears that have come so far from my eyes and raise my chin from my chest. I stare down at the catseye, my heart feeling as if it’s on fire.

I am now and forever so proud of you, my champion… my jewel. To see you happy and full of love again brings joy to my heart. Do not ever lose sight of the strength that grants you. And know… that my eternal blessing always goes with you.

The last words she had said to me, and the long-overdue kiss that had preceded them, haven’t vacated my mind for even a moment since they happened.

“Even in the end, you were still only thinking of others,” I murmur. “It’s… unfathomable how all-encompassing your love was. It’s sometimes unfathomable that you thought me worthy of your love, your blessing.” My teeth unconsciously grind against each other. “And… every day, I curse that you couldn’t reap the benefits yourself, because you were so inextricably bound to your duty.”

I loosen my jaw and shake my head. “I know you never would have had it any other way, and I know it was so critically important to perform that duty. And… I’m always going to be so proud that you were the one who shouldered that burden.” And the tears begin once more. “...Just as I will always mourn that there was no other choice but for you to shoulder the burden. And that… that precluded us from becoming more. That that precluded me from knowing not just Minfilia… but Ascilia.”

F’lhaminn places her other hand over mine, now holding me with both of hers. I inhale deeply. “But I can’t grieve forever, because… then I’ll never see the dawn that you worked so hard to bring. And… I won’t squander the chance you gave us to live that dawn.” I press my fist to my heart. “We will venture forth and bring that dawn to those that we can yet save. You can leave it to us… and rest now.”

My throat heaves. “...My love. My… Minfilia…”

And I fall forward and slam a fist into the ground next to the small divot in the earth and the dam shatters into pieces; I sob, heavily and deeply down to my soul, as it all breaks loose, as all of the raw grief that had been building ever since the bloody banquet roars in pain. It’s everywhere, it consumes my whole body from head to toe, but finally I let myself feel it, let it flow into my heart and tear it to shreds, knowing that somehow it’s going to survive and rebuild itself, and in doing so the grief breaks free. As it finally vacates me, I remember every smile, every soft touch, every soothing word from her lips… the desperate kiss she had placed upon my knuckles before she turned and ran back down those waterways… and the singular kiss she shared with me in that realm of light before becoming one with Ryne.

F’lhaminn’s arms wrap around my shoulders and she holds me tight as I shudder and weep. My fist uncurls, and I let my arm fall and hang uselessly at my side. I stare at the catseye, remembering how, that first night when she got it back from F’lhaminn and showed it to me, it refracted every little bit of light that touched it. Set those rays of light forth on their own paths.

I wouldn’t be everything I am today without you, my love.

Eventually, the tears subside, and I push myself to move once more. With F’lhaminn’s aid, her gentle hands alongside my own coarse and scarred, we sweep the dug earth back into the hole whence it came, piling bit after bit upon the catseye until its dull shine is no more. We sit there on our knees, hand in hand.

“I know you literally heard it from her,” F’lhaminn says softly, a bittersweet but warm smile on her face, “but I know she is so, so proud of you, Ellie.”

I sniff, breathe out, and nod. “I know.”

On the whispers of the wind and the rays of the new moonlight, I smell something soothing, warm, full of light, and even through the tears, I can’t help but crack a smile at its touch.

[heeseung-min]

[22:47]

Cause you could be the beauty

And I could be the monster

Beauty and Monster. That's what people have been described about you and Riki. The first time the got to know about you and Riki date, they couldn't believe it because both of you are so different. Riki's image is cold and grumpy, he often being alone because not many people are brave to talk to him. Meanwhile, you are the bubbly person. People described you as the sunshine not only because of your cheerful personality but also because of your beauty. So, it doesn't make sense to them that you and Riki could be dating each other.

But that's what people said. In reality, Riki is not that grumpy. His personality is introvert and he is comfortable on his own. You were the first one talk to him and that's what made both of you became closer and finally date each other.

However,

Some people won't agree with your relationship. Despite Riki having cold image, his handsome face still gather some fans from other classes and those became your haters when they get to know their favourite guy got a girlfriend.

You were in a toilet when you heard some students murmuring about something.

"Erghh, I hate Y/n so much. You guys saw how she tried so hard to be cute in front of people, right? I bet she's the one who begged Riki to date her just to make herself more popular."

"Yeah, she's so fucking annoying. If I get a chance I will pour boiling water to her face. Bitch. I guess we need to teach her some lesson."

You hate it.

You hate those people who think they can easily do what they want in your life.

If they want to teach you a lesson so you should do the same too.

"Yah, you two. You guys really think you can do something huh?"

Both of them looked shocked and didn't expect you to come out from the stall but then they smirked and went closer to you.

"Well, you heard everything we said. Might as well we teach you huh?"

Beside his introvert personality, Riki also an observant person. Even though he didn't really interact with people but he can knows what is happening to his classmates or the teachers.

That means he also can see what happened to you although you didn't talk anything. It's obvious to him. The way your hair is a bit messy like someone had pulled it and your clothes. The button on the top was missing and there was a wrinkle on the collar. He immediately knew someone was messing with you.

"Who did it, Y/n?"

"Huh?! Do-do what?"

Your doe eyes staring at him confusedly. But, your boyfriend can see through your lie. He went closer and started to caressed your hair so it's finally went back to good position.

"Your hair is messy although I know you will not let that happen."

He took a small brooch and pin it on the top of the buttons. You felt scared knowing that your boyfriend figured out what had happened to you.

"One of the buttons is gone. It looks like someone ripped it off you."

You shockingly looked at Riki. Did he really figured that out from just looking at you?

"So tell me baby. Who did this to you? I really hate when someone hurt my love."

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Because I'm the devil who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption

A motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption

And I'm a bad guy who's searching for redemption

"Please! Please! Forgive us!! We won't disturb Y/n anymore!!"

The girls were crying and begging to Riki who was sitting in front of them. After successfully kidnapped both of them, he made the girls watched how he killed their parents. He even shove the meat to their mouth forcing them to swallow it.

"Huh, why are you guys being coward now?"

Riki giggled when the girls became silent. He stood up after few seconds and went closer to them while playing the knife on his hand.

"You guys can only do that to Y/n because she was alone. If it was at the public place, you won't even dare to lay a finger on her."

Riki light the lighter and let the fire went through the blade for few times. The girls were screaming and tried to back away from him.

"One thing I really hate about people is how nosy they are. Just like both of you and that's why you guys should die."

Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster

Hello everyone 🤓im back with yandere story!!! What do you guys think about this?😏😏 grrrr i really love when niki is the yandere

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[navnae]

No because let’s figure this out, I just saw a tiktok about how Steve threw his shirt at Eddie when he clearly could’ve thrown it on floor of the boat, or give it to Robin or Nancy but decided to give it to Eddie instead.

This is what makes Steve and Eddie’s relationship so complex because on the outside we’re supposed to get the vibe of them not liking each other but then they turn around and do shit like this.

Steve reaching for the walkie talkie when he hears Eddie’s voice then immediately taking charge to find him, Eddie invading Steve’s personal space whenever he got the chance, genuine happiness and softness around each other, Steve telling Eddie not to be so hard on himself, the stolen glances done when nobody else is looking, both of them having rough experiences with family but making sure that their the best role models for Dustin, when Steve asked about what car Eddie didn’t shut him down with a slick remark when he easily could’ve because that’s what everyone does to Steve but shockingly his “rival” didn’t, the flirty gestures towards each other, then with their final moments Eddie made it his MISSION to call out only to Steve once he realized that they were separating and this was probably going to be the last time he’s ever going to say anything to Steve again.

Lastly Steve being hesitant to look at the board that had Eddie’s photo on it after everything that happened. It was obvious he wanted to look but kept his head at this angle instead of just looking. We never got to see what Steve’s initial reaction was when Eddie died but I like to think that it was a heavy feeling in his chest knowing that he was gone. Part of it was feeling bad for Dustin knowing how important Eddie was to him but he started to realize he developed these feelings for him that Steve thought were for Nancy because that’s what felt right at the time. Steve got it wrong and he hates that he didn’t get to tell Eddie how he really felt about him when he had the chance.

Their story could’ve been the best thing that’s ever happened in season for if it was written better and more risks were taken. Steve deserved his self discovery storyline when he started having trouble with women and later on he could’ve realized maybe it because he’s tire of the same thing, that’s when Eddie comes in. Eddie is different from anything Steve is used to in many different ways which is why they would’ve been perfect (opposites attract). Then Eddie’s story could’ve been taking Steve’s advice and giving himself some slack but still feeling like he didn’t need to run, Steve would be the one to tell him that running away doesn’t define him in the slightest. Eddie never thought he would take anything that Steve Harrington says but here he was listening to him like his life depended on it.

In the end they were perfect for each other, going from “hanging out with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, yeah I’ll pass.” “I wouldn’t save your ass under different circumstances.” (I can’t remember how he said it but you get the point) then going to “Eddie’s a wanted man we can’t just go for a hike in the woods.” “I couldn’t grasp the fact that Steve Harrington, is actually a good dude.”

I don’t understand how people think that they couldn’t work when they were written this way with so many moments between them even small ones that are too quick if you blink you’ll miss it. Steve and Eddie deserved better and they deserved each other.

(Sorry for the rant but I hate wasted potential)

Also Eddie giving Steve his vest??? LIKE COME ON HE WAS INTO THAT MAN!

[recreationalfanfics]

Can I request a Loki, Poseidon, Thor, x Shinobu!M!Reader (KNY). M!Reader hides behind a facade when really he’s extremely angry all the time and acts all cheery and happy which can easily be changed when provoked. He’s also physically weak but makes up for it for his incredible speed and knowledge in poison. (Plus his bug-like eyes which can be unsettling at times since he has no pupils.)

Loki basically taunting him when they’re put up against each other. But M!reader gives it to him when he injects him with a poison that he’s been working on, enough to kill a god. That alone awakens his Yandere tendencies because it’s surprising that such a small and weak human can bring a god to his knees in sheer pain. Wonder how our M!reader will feel after this draw especially since he feels like he’s being watched even in his sleep.

Poseidon is unimpressed when he’s put up against this meek and small mortal who he sees as an annoying bug in his presence. Ironic that this annoying bug practically bested him in speed and even had the audacity to pollute his divine blood with poison that is shockingly effective. He’s at first in denial when the match ends in a draw but then slowly this mortal squeezes his way into his cold heart when he sees him training as he moves gracefully like a butterfly in spring.

Thor is kinda bored at first when he first sees the human he’s up against but also amused by this man’s seemingly kind smile. And boy is this god of thunder surely surprised by this humans raw agility and power of that blade he wields which is oddly shaped. He’s excited but it’s not visible until this man injects him with an odd substance… poison, an interesting choice of weapon yet this particular poison is even strong enough to bring this man almost to his knees now he’s absolutely obsessed which doesn’t end when the match ends in a draw.

Y E S, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN MUCH X MALE! READERS IN THE PAST SO LET ME KNOW WHAT I NEED TO IMPROVE ON BUT LET'S GET INTO IT-

Yandere! Loki, Poseidon, Thor + Male! Shinobu! Reader

Yandere! Loki:

- Yeah, no, he was VERY unassuming of you at first. Honestly, he thought that you were adorable because you could be very unsettling when you wanted to be...to other humans at least. Not to Loki, however, since he's a God and you're still a mere human.

- He also made fun of things like your height (even if you are taller than him, he will float higher than you bc he's annoying like that), your weak physique, and your inability to ever properly fight a demon and nevermind a God like him. It was also quite funny to see how upset you got when he made such comments, he's not gonna lie, you're really quite handsome when you look like you want to rip his throat from his body♡

- But then when he was about to finish you off, he winced and fell to the side, a sneaky cut you made that was lined with your special God killer poison. Everything felt like it was in agony, his body unable to support itself and he stumbled to get up. He didn't know what was happening but when your angered glare turned into a cruel and cold smile, he felt shivers down his spine.

- Your battle ended up being paused, because your poison was strong but you sadly hadn't put in enough to fully kill him. Close but not close enough, it seemed. When he recovers, the first thing he'll remember is your face when you saw him die. You were so callous and cold: he knew that your nicer more "gentle" side was more of a facade but seeing that smug joy in your eyes, that genuine smug victorious glint, made his heart skip a beat.

- You will feel watched and you will never feel alone again, not in a good way either. When you walk by yourself to clear your head, you feel eyes stalking you but you keep your chin up and your gaze unbothered. Letters will appear at your door, appearing to look like a love letter but when you read it, it's more of a confession of a crime with how the writer so proudly admits to watching and admiring you. You weren't scared until you realized things in your room when missing and even when you had Brunhilde take the appropriate security measures, the empty spot right next to you would still feel warm.

- You suspect and confront Loki right away, after all, he is the only person- erm, God- creepy enough to do something like this. And he's so delighted when you confront him and the most disturbing part is that he admits to it, with no shame or hesitation...which disturbs you the most about the situation. When you ask him why he's done this, after you tried to KILL him, he just shrugs and holds your hand: "Because you make my heart feel things that it isn't supposed to feel for humans. You're so charming, (Y/n)~"

Yandere! Poseidon:

- No because you're definetly right, he believes it's fitting that you based your breathing technique around an insect because in his eyes. that's all you and other humans were. Meek little insects who had no right to go against the God's like this.

- However, you changed his opinion entirely when you managed to poison him. And not in a good way, arrogant humans like you are what MADE humanity so despicable to him. That bitter smile that was a borderline scowl on your face as you DARED to look him in his eyes with such a victorious expression. He LOATHED it. Luckily, you were just as incompetent as the rest of your race because the poison you gave him did do damage but not enough to kill him.

- You plauged his mind like a disease, however. Polluting every thought in his mind with images of you, of your previous battle. It was disgusting to him, you disgusted him. At least that was what he originally thought until after another restless night of being unable to sleep because of you, he went the garden and heard you training and he became INFATUATED to say the least.

- You were graceful yet powerful in your moves, despite how much weaker you were compared to other Hashira, but your speed and agility as you moved interested him to say the least. When you felt eyes watching you, you turned around and gave him a small yet strained smile as you asked him how his recovery was going. He glared at you and walked off.

- You had to have poisoned him with something else during your fight, YOU HAD TOO. He doesn't believe that he can ever develop feelings for a mortal like YOU, surely you did this to him on purpose? But why? It must be...because you want him to love you, right? This man will LITERALLY blame YOU for his crazed obsession because he won't accept the fact that he has fallen in love with a human.

- So when you wake up and see that you're in his room, his eyes clouded with madness and infatuation, he doesn't understand why you act so surprised. After all, you contaminated his thoughts and his heart. You've poisoned him with your love like you wanted too, right? So why won't you let him poison you with his?

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor is very smart, don't get me wrong, but he IS a brute. When he fights, he expects weaponry or at least hand to hand combat and when you, a mere man already weak in stature, poison him. He finds it cowardly, just like the rest of humanity. However

- I personally feel like he'd become obsessed with something else. When he's on his knees, coughing blood, he looks up at you and sees you smiling at him. A small smile of fake kindness and malicious intent, your unsettling eyes dripping with rage and disgust, but more importantly: it was your anger. That's when he starts to appreciate your method.

- He could sense it from you. The rage you hold in your heart. The bloodlust you have towards the Gods. Even though you were human, you had a divine and righteous anger and he saw all of it in your eyes. He wanted to see it, he wanted to be destroyed by it. After seeing your anger, the blood he's coughing up tastes just a little more sweeter.

- He gets shivers when you bend down and take his chin with your hand, tilting your head and letting out a small hum that was supposed to feign sympathy as you said: "Oh, you poor God. Painful, isn't it? Fun fact, this is just a taste of how I died. All of you Gods galavanted up here while my comrades and I all died like this to protect humanity from demons, and now you want to wipe us out? No. I don't think so."

- And when he didn't die, you were obviously dissapointed but he wasn't, because then he could see you again. Much like how he showed Lu Bu his smile in their battle, you showed him your rage and he was obsessed to see it again. He envies the people back in your time who got to watch you fight. You weren't able to do much because of your size, so you resulted to methods that fit you and would help you destroy your enemies.

- It makes him appreciate you, for such a weak and fragile looking man, you turned yourself into a weapon. Sacrificing everything during battle when you had too and releasing your fury and wrath to your enemies. He no longer thinks of it was a cowardly move because you didn't fight with poison, you fought with all of yourself that you could muster.

- However, when he sees the toll that you took from him during your battle, he realizes that all great weapons should be well kept for all to admire, but never to use again because they had already done their duty. In Thor's eyes, you gave enough for humanity, so instead of risking it and giving yourself to battle...why not just give yourself to him?

[blazehedgehog]

I WILL CHOKE ON THESE SOUR GRAPES TIL I'M IN MY GRAVE

I left this open in another tab, meaning to watch it like a week ago. It's an official video published and promoted on the Youtube Studio dashboard, about common misconceptions around their recommendation algorithm and what the truths really are. .

And now, finally watching it, that white haired dude, Mr. "Youtube Liason", is the guy who told me the algorithm ignored one of my videos because "maybe it just wasn't very good."

Famously, and something I will never ever shut up about when given the chance to mention it, I put out a video about Jurassic Park games just before Christmas, expecting it to slot in and do decent numbers, just like all of my other videos do. Since Youtube earnings tend to spike around the holidays, this was going to be how I paid for Christmas presents that year. It was something I'd done at least twice before. Instead, the algorithm completely ignored the video because it was outside my usual wheelhouse of Sonic content.

This is shockingly relevant to the very first topic they cover: whether a single "off-topic" video actually matters with regards to how the algorithm sees your channel, and the general answer from the Youtube technician is "No." You don't gotta tell me.

When I put my full weight behind a video, it easily breaks 10k views, even 50k or 200k+ views. Some of my most popular videos have cracked the multi-millions!

So when this dude spells out in plain english that the algorithm effectively ignores one-off videos? Yeah, no shit. I'm living proof of that. Across the first two years, that Jurassic Park video struggled to break even 2000 views. Only by paying out of my own pocket for multiple promotional campaigns and constantly complaining about its lack of performance has it struggled to hit just over 5000 views, some four years later. The algorithm knew it was way outside my regular wheelhouse and treated it like poison.

And this liason clown had the balls to tell me "well maybe the video was just bad, sorry bud" only to, two years later, sit down with this technician that spells out exactly what I was knew was happening and was trying to explain to him.

Except now, of course, it's being spun as a positive: "don't worry, a one-off won't hurt your regular content" as opposed to the "we didn't notify anyone about your one-off and it became stillborn" I experienced.

I have sat down and thought very intently about this Jurassic Park video. Obviously, if I make a stink about its performance, tell people the algorithm made a poor judgment call, I'm going to get patted on the back and comforted that yes, the video is good. Don't worry. The mean old algorithm is just dumb. Right? And Youtube unflinchingly believes in the power of their algorithm as this perfect shining golden standard to drive viewership, the thing that can never, ever be wrong about guys like me.

I appreciate the comfort and support of friends and colleagues and even random strangers who are inherently distrustful of the algorithm. But I also know that feels like an echo chamber.

So then what, do I trust Youtube? Absolutely not. At the end of the day their algorithm still made an unfair judgment call and despite their claims above that any old video can get picked up by the algorithm at any time, my video has never recovered. I've tried more interesting thumbnails, I've spent almost $100 on Google Adsense promotion -- one of which, I should note, was the same week that Jurassic World 3 released, and the other being E3. Both should have been extremely lucrative times to run ads. And I got crickets.

I like the video. I stand by the fact I think I did a good job on it. I remain proud of it. It's as good as any real-effort-content I've put out in the last five years. The echo chamber tells me it's a good video, too, even if I literally can't buy views.

So my only recourse is to sit here and stew in my bitterness towards this algorithm. The shining, ultimate example as to why you should never let a computer make a qualitative judgment call. And I will be frustrated and angry about this until I draw my last breath.

[xpao-bearx]

"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

•••♡•••

Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

[lenaluvbot]

BEAST

warnings!: straight up smut, cursing, dom kink, Matt gets straight up really mean, user is a mutant werewolf, forest sex, p in v sex

synopsis: you were fighting human nature and he couldn’t stand it. He was the last push you needed.

It was warm in the apartment, so why’d you wake up in a cold sweat?

The room was dark as you sat up in bed, his arms wrapped around you in the bed falling off your waist

He stirred in his sleep, not feeling your warm body against him, sitting up in bed he questioned you “Whyre you up so late?”

“Bad dream, go back to sleep.” Getting out of bed and going directly to the bathroom

“You’ve been having a lot of those recently, baby when was the last time you went to the doctor?” He rubbed his face, his stubble growing back in.

Coming back into the bedroom with a look of worry “Matt I told you those don’t work for me,it’s not dreams it’s the moon.”

“Oh.” His elbows rested on his knees as the bed spread covered his waist “You need me to relive you or something?”

“What?”

“What happened the other time? I know you remember come on.” He smirked

Flashbacks echoed in your mind as you remembered what it felt like when he had you pinned onto the hard forest ground, thrusting you into the ground so hard you could feel your claws holding you steady

“Go on, embrace the wolf, let it out.” He grunted as you tried holding back a howl

Squeezing your cheeks for making you open your mouth he made you look up at the moon.

Snapping out of it you were brought back to reality of you putting your hair into a ponytail

“No,no I don’t need that again.’ You ignored him as you got ready

“I don’t like when you leave, it makes me scared for you, you shouldn’t have to leave me for so long."

"I don't like it anymore than you do". You were all ready for whatever adventure you were going on, dressed in some of you bummiest attire you left the apartment.

Matt had been anxious since your departure and against your advice he followed you.

yes you told him to stay back but come on! He had to make sure you were safe.

Yet he found you in a corner of the forest, seemingly holding back as he crept up behind you

"Hey-"

He was nearly struck down by you as your k-9s were enlarged to the size of a bullet and nearly missed his face. "Woah woah calm down its just me". He tried to calm you down but it was no use.

You were hysterical, fighting your own transformation, clawing at trees and snarling.

Lunging at him again you were easily knocked down as he sensed your next movement before you could even lift a paw.

You were pinned underneath him,looking up you saw the moonlight. The moon slowing starting to disappear into the night, you only had a little while left to contain yourself. You could do it right?

No time to think as he brought you back to reality wih his spew of words that if you were strong enough you'd curse him out for.

"Look at you, big strong puppy that cant even hold off me. A week blind guy, i mean seriously im not even trying to fight you."

It was pathetic honestly.

"Im not a puppy" Snarling at him you wanted to rip out his throat

"Oh? i didnt know dogs could talk? say something else for me puppy"

"Ill say something too you when i rip out your-"

You couldnt even finish your spewing of curses as he kneed you in the crotch, shockingly to you, you were wetter than a rivers edge and the moonlight was only making it stronger

"Go on, finish that sentence." His knee pressed against your crotch as you instinctively closed your legs around him "Yeah thats what i thought. You know i think its time my little puppy learn a lesson in being a good dog what do you think?". He waited less than a second for you to reply before dropping his jeans, unbuttoning your pants but waiting. Almost teasing you as his tip pressed against the edge of your clit.

Needing the friction you grinded against him.

Thats it.

That was all it took for matt to push your pantys to the side and thrust into you.

"Fuck...I forgot it felt this goood to fuck you, especially when youre being a bitch. Literally and physically." he chuckled as he rammed into you. it felt so good you didnt even care if he was fucking you so hard the world was practically shaking.

lucky you the moon was almost completly covered.

or lucky him?

from his eyes you were both lucky, not everday you let him fuck you like the dog you are.

[starynightcreator]

It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 2-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 4,893

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART TWO:

“Star it’s me, may I come in?”

That of course made you laugh (which Eddie heard giving him butterflies and a silly smile. He was happy you didn’t see that.) as it was his van but man did you love how he was so sweet to you. “Yes Edds you may enter.” Once in the van Eddie sits on the pillow next to you. “Hmmm sweet little place you got here.” As you laughed you said “Well it actually belongs to this really sweet guy I know. But he lets me borrow it occasionally.” You could see Eddie's smirk which gave you butterflies. It wasn't fair you thought. How even his smile could drive you crazy. You knew if he said a damn thing you’d be a goner so before he could get a word out you ask. “Hey Edds?’’“Yeah?’’“Do you wanna go to the party with me tomorrow? Steve and Nancy have barely been around so I don’t think they’d wanna come.’’'I'd love to go with you Star.’’“REALLY!? I mean okay cooollll.”“Oh my gosh yes *mimics REALLY!”“You’re an ass.”“I have one thank you for noticing.”“Wait I-”“Star have you been staring at my ass?!”“NO!”“Then why’d you call me one?!”“I hate you.”“No you don’t.”“You like me oh and it seems you like my ass too.”“EDDIE SHUT UP!” (at this point you are bright red). “Look I hear your words but your face says the complete opposite.” You always hated how easily he got to you or how red you always got. No matter how hard you try to hide your reaction from him your face would rat you out. “I’m not going to look at you anymore.” “Awe no Star don’t do that.”“Why not?” Eddie had to think for a moment as what he wanted to say he couldn’t. He wanted to say well then I can’t look at your beautiful face or then I can’t kiss you…But he couldn’t. You were with Steve, happy or not. You are a very loyal person and he knew even if it was something you wanted but it happened while still in a relationship with Steve you’d be crushed to know you just cheated on your partner. So he said this instead. “Because if you turn around then I'll leave.”“Hey wait! Don’t do that!”“See you do like me!” At this point you are so red that you are now burning up. Normally you’d leave the person causing this or ignore them. But you liked spending time with Eddie and never wanted to waste a minute. “I plead the fifth. But umm could you maybe take me home. I don't wanna walk.”“Yeah I can do that, come on.” The drive home was silent but a comfortable silence. The kind where you feel safe and wish it was like that all the time. The silence that feels like a warm hug. Times with Eddie were always good. Even when you’d have fights as you’d make up and go back to whatever y'all were doing. Steve hated silence so anytime it got like this he would do something loud or disruptive. People always thought differently about the two boys but Eddie spent so much time running around being a dork at school by the time he was home he needed time to relax. But Steve was like a switch one minute he was chill the next minute he was go, go, going. Eddie finally arrived at your home and once he pulled in he parked and as usual he ran to open your side of the door for you. (such a gentleman) “M’lady”“Oh why thank you. What would I ever do without my knight in shining armor” You knew you were going to forever regret those words but you didn’t care because they were true. He was that and more to you. But boy will he tease you for saying that. But shockingly he was more flattered and his teasing was a bit more flirty….you got so many butterflies just from his smile alone. Once you’ve finally made it to the front door Eddie finally speaks. “Oh I'm your knight now am I?” Eddie slowly starts walking towards you as you both speak (you are leaning on the front door that has yet to be opened). “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think you are hearing things.” “Star, my hearing is fine. Don’t be a smartass now.” You knew you weren’t getting out of this so you thought you’d try something. “You gotta pay the Star fee first.”“The Star fee?”“Yup.”“Okay what is it?”“A hug.”“A hug?”“A hug, yes.” You thought he’d decline and maybe change the subject so you figured you’d move on until…..

[ablobwhowrites]

splat comforts: a long day

splat comforts: a long day

(non yandere) head canons of the Splatoon idols or other characters that might come in this series making food after you had a long day and I will make a yandere version don't worry:) and sorry if I used the same color Tumblr don't give me much options and yes I'm working on your guys request and adding some new yandere's to the field. But you can request this series call 'splat comforts' and request it to be yandere or non yandere so yeah👍

Callie

Callie can cook but ...she can't really pay attention very well as she gets easily distracted so she goes to marie to cook as Callie has many games for you and her to play, and has Marie join as you too play doom eternal and lay in bed when there's no songs needing to be recorded or sung so Marie and Callie just lay in bed as you sleep after a good meal and a good game

Marie

Marie kinda takes care of everything after you called her about the bad day, so she went to the store and to crusty sean to get some snacks for you to enjoy while watching movie. And gets dinner ready and when you two eat she listens to you vent about stuff that happens, you too rant about your days as it's a healthy thing to listen to your partners about things that happened, then when it's night she puts in movies and borrows the games that Callie borrowed form her but forgot to give back. And just cuddle as a movie plays in the background then Callie ends up in the cuddle session because either she couldn't find a stuffed animal she like to sleep with or just wants to cuddle.

pearl

Pearl knows how to cook, she cooks for you and marina cause when you joined their relationship she kinda thought it was her responsibility to cook cause marina deals with music and publishing costs and you deal with other stuff to earn extra money and pearl kinda calls Marie to see if she can borrow a cook book and stuff then it just ends up with Marie coming over to show pearl how to cook. Pearl is shockingly good at baking as she sees marina always eyeing sweets in splatsville shops and how you kinda pick up mixing powder and look at cookies, cakes, cupcakes and candy. Pearl may not know how to make candy but she can definitely bakes. Marina comes home first and likes to take pictures of pearl mid cooking and not the food when it's done cause pearl gets annoyed when the food is hot but it gets cold cause of the pictures. Pearl asks marina if she can help with a little thing when you come back from work and when you come back you see food hot a ready on the coffee table with a movie ready to be played and pearl in pj's with marina

Marina

Marina knows a little about cooking but pearl mainly does the cooking as marina does have a lot on her plate too, and after dinner was ready you came in tired but smelling pearls food you decide to eat then go to bed for the next day and marina decided to go out and get some stuff at the splatsville mall getting some games, clothes and movies. Coming home you'd see that pearl or any of her food ready on the table but just thinking they had a concert and we're tired so taking off your coat and shoes walking to your shared bedroom and shocked to see a little fort on the bed as a movie about to begin with pearl and marina in pj's about to eat with one plate of food not touched and ready to eat, while after eating and watching movies the three of you fall asleep cuddling as tomorrow marina called in your work for a sick day

Frye, shiver, big man (disclaimer big man isn't in a romantic relationship with shiver or Frye but is their as kinda a emotional and friend support and big man likes to be their with his gay friends but I don't write for female reader, only gender neutral and male okay?)

frye makes traditional foods and loves cooking as she gets some foods from other countries as she loves to travel and making the food makes her feel like she's traveling all over again, and seeing you stress as you come back home Frye immediately asks what’s wrong and when she heard your whole day she became sad at how hard you’ve been working even though she is a idol in splatsville she understands you wanting to help out a little so she gets her lover shiver to help with your self care week and big man in on it too. Shiver orders some spa and other thing that are needed for a self care week they go into the bedroom and making the bed as comfortable as possible before you get home setting up things in the bathroom to either a shower or a full blown bath as they like to prepare for both and gets in comfortable clothes as do Frye and big man just puts on fuzzy socks with a little nightcap but depends . Big man do as he might...can't cook but doesn't stop him from trying but Frye got the cooking down as shiver alright has the self care preparations down to a T, so big man waits till you get home kinda helps you with your stuff and sense he's big, fyre tells big man to kinda distract you as Frye gets the plates off food and stuff up into the room and big man is good at it then fyre kinda gives the signal and big man just scoops you up and carries you to the room and the four of you kinda just have a fun time watching movies and doing shivers face mask and after y'all lay down on big man and big man puts his big fins as a big blanket to keep him and the three of you warm

(IM SO SORRY BROS, IVE BEEN SO BUSY BUT IM WORKING ON THE REQUESTS AND OF YOU STILL GOT SOME PLEASE SEND THEM FOR ME TO DO LATER CAUSE MY WRITING ADDICTION...an I'll do thsi as. A series of y'all want just request for certain ones if you want -from blobs)

[sokkastyles]

Just saw some people excusing Azula proposing genocide by saying that she was only attacking the rebels' land and not them specifically, because she just wanted to crush their hope to intimidate them into surrendering and not the people themselves, so it was fine. Apparently, Ozai was the one who turned that into burning down the Earth Kingdom, and Azula would have never proposed something like that. Goes on to say that Azula was justified since she was following orders, and that she did a bloodless coup on Ba Sing Se so that must mean she's not actually bad. It then descends into a variation of the "Azula is a pacifist" argument that her stans love to espouse. And a solid conclusion by comparing season 1 Zuko and Azula and questioning why people loved Zuko so much. You cannot make this up.

Azula is introduced in her first episode threatening to kill one of her men for questioning her order to sail her ship directly into dangerous waters. People love to talk about how badass that line is but then will absolutely say Azula didn't actually mean it, which is ignoring WHY it's badass. You can easily contrast this scene with the scene of Zuko ordering his men around because they don't listen to him or react with fear the same way Azula's men do to her, and the scene is framed as Zuko acting like a brat. This is because the men KNOW that Zuko will not make good on his threats. But the man Azula threatened was clearly terrified of her. She makes casual threats where Zuko yells and blusters like the inexperienced kid he is. All of this is meant to tell us that Azula has done similar things before, and will follow through on her threats, and won't think too much about it. Witness also the terrified reaction when the soldier accidentally lets slip that Zuko and Iroh are prisoners, and Azula glares at him. ATLA is a kids' show but that just means that the writing has to subtly convey how dangerous the bad guys are without actually showing onscreen violence, and this is one way they do it. By implying that Azula would casually kill someone merely for questioning an order, even when the order is illogical.

If she would treat her own men this way, her own people, what do you think she would do to people she considers ethnically inferior, who she believes she has a divine right to rule over, as she tells Long Feng?

"She just wanted to crush their hope" is as hilariously, horribly myopic and amoral a sentence as "Azula wanted to go with her dad on a scorched earth mission because she wanted his love." Yeah she did, but so what? She's willing to sacrifice the lives of thousands of people who she considers inherently inferior to her to get that love. Her relationship with her father is not more important than preventing genocide, sorry.

I mean, it's laughable to think that this plan wouldn't result in the deaths of thousands of lives anyway, even if the only plan was to intimidate them into surrendering.

What Azula suggested was this:

I think you should take their precious hope and the rest of their land and burn it all to the ground.

So her plan involved burning the land, which would undeniably result in wide scale loss of life, and also taking "their hope" and "burn[ing] it all to the ground."

You have to be vastly ignorant to think that this doesn't involve loss of life. Ozai even compares it to the Air Nomad genocide

But even if we say it was all just Ozai's plan, Azula still was crushed that she didn't get to go with him and be in on it. Even if she was just standing by while her father burned down villages (which she would not be doing, she'd absolutely be part of it) it is still horrific to suggest that she has no responsibility because she just wanted her father to love her.

On top of that, it is both shockingly ignorant and alarmingly racist to suggest that once the Earth Kingdom is conquered, there would be no more loss of life. History suggests otherwise. Do you know what happens to conquered people? Do you know what, historically, crushing a people's hope actually means? And once a people is crushed, well, then their lives don't really matter all that much, do they?

I don't want to get into too much graphic detail but if you look at historical conflicts involving conquests that are specifically designed to systematically disenfranchise and crush the hope of an entire people, you hear about pillaging and internment camps but there's less publicity for the casual loss of life that is very much happening while those things are also occurring, as part of the "intimidation" tactics. Because the ultimate goal is to wipe out a people, even though that's rarely what it's publicly said to be, and don't pretend that it's anything less than that.

And do you think that once Azula had conquered Omashu and Ba Sing Se, that there would be a way to stop the loss of life that would occur once the place was crawling with FN enforcers? We see how stuff like that happens even among the different people of the Earth Kingdom, how the war allows EK soldiers to take control in the town in "Zuko Alone" and use their power to bully others.

And if you've dehumanized an entire race of people that much, it's not that far of a step to commit to taking lives.

That's the point. That's the point of Iroh's backstory and the point of Zuko's redemption. Life, all life, is precious and fragile and deserves to be treated with respect and protected. That's also why people like Jet or Hama don't get a free pass for their actions because they were victims. And neither does Azula.

[lazypanartist]

Hi im Already Back but please imagine for ROTTMNT:

[This one is kind of angsty with a nice end but talks about child neglect, so if you dont think its something youre up for, its A-okay if you toss this out!!]

Big ol Punk Reader, Super Intimidating, Mean AF looking dude.

The boys had all long accepted thats just how they Look, it doesnt mean theyre terrible or anything. Reader is actually really chill and funny. Emotional vulnerability from themself however, never really seems to happen. But theyre a good listener, and have shockingly good advice usually! Mikey has tried Doctor Feelings-ing it up with them but it just lead to them talking in circles.

(The two ended up having a whole conversation where the youngest found himself venting about how he wished his brothers wouldnt let problems bottle up and build. It still mystifiedhim about how it turned around on him.)

One night though, when most of the teens had crashed in the living room after a movie marathon, Leonardo woke up thirsty. It was late, everyone was asleep as he picked his way around snoozing lumps wherever they laid and made way to the kitchen where he heard...Talking?

Quietly, the red eared slider peeked his head around the doorway to see Reader and Splinter, quietly chatting over tea.

('Oh yeah,' the ninja thought, 'Reader mentioned having sleeping issues and that smells like valerian, mint and chamomile. Nice pick dad.')

The teen was going to duck in, grab some water, maybe his own cup of tea, in and out real quick. He was going to, really. But...he happened to catch a bit of conversation and found himself... accidentally eavesdropping.

Whoopsie.

"-and he fell off the board. Slid down the whole ramp on his back. You would have thought someone beat him with a pipe with how bloodcurdling his scream was. I nearly had a heart attack!"

Leo remembered that day. That was how the gouge in the ramp's wood happened. Leo himself was bawling his eyes out when Raph took that tumble.

Reader laughed softly, lightly patting the old rodent's hand at the story. "Oh I bet New Dad Splinter never ran so fast in his life, eh?"

"I swear, you'd mistake me for a cheetah mutant for how quickly I booked it. Luckily my son was fine, physically, but that slip shook him up."

"Poor dear..." You murmured, taking a sip.

" nng...Nardo..?"

Leo hushed Donnie, covering his twin's mouth and glancing back, making sure they weren't caught.

...Coast Clear.

"Mmh, he had nightmares the few days after it. "

"Yeah, I remember having something like that happen to me.-"

Donnie couldnt help getting wrapped up in the two's conversation himself. Something about the trip through memory lane just cemented him to the spot.

When Michelangelo found them both, the twins were easily able to convert the youngest to their cause of listening to old stories about themselves and occasionally one told by Reader here and there. Raphael was dragged over and the four of them watched the scene play in the late night haze.

And then...it happened.

Splinter was laughing, paw covering his mouth to stifle himself as Reader almost sprayed tea from their nose, coughing and snickering about a story involving Leo and him thinking he was a Big Boy and staying up and watching a horror movie far too young and sleeping in his dad's bed for a week.

(The blue clad turtle wanted to melt into the shadows and never return. It didnt help that Raph kept patting him comfortingly and Donnie made a snide comment about zombies passing him over.)

"Did you ever do something like that? None of my other sons have. I wonder if its an ego thing..."

"Nah...I um...well I was never close with my folks."

Raph felt Mikey start bouncing in place. Here it was. This was it.

"Oh, dear...I'm sorry to hear that. May I ask why..?"

Reader sighed finally, using a napkin to sop up the spill on the table. "You know...I ah..I don't talk about it much, s-so...I'm emancipated from my parents. Have been for a while. My folks just kinda...Forgot I was there a lot. Weren't ever around. It's. Not really um. A fun memory or story. They just never wanted a kid and, when I was old enough to take care of myself, well...I was sorta left to my own devices."

Their father's whiskers twitched with his frown. "Oh child...may I ask, how old-"

"Six."

The brothers felt cold.

Michelangelo wanted to be sick at the thought of a little Reader running a house by themself. Using a stove far too young. Battling with unweildy kitchen knives.

Leonardo remembered the walks to Reader's apartment. The few nights they crashed there. No wonder they never seemed worried about getting caught.

Donatello felt his hands shake at the idea of being all alone like that. No one to help you. No one to support you. Alone, well and truely, and having to rely only on yourself.

Raphael's mind was barreling a mile a minute as tears pricked his eyes. He hoped they would be okay. He hoped this would be what the punk needed.

Splinter felt his blood boil, and he couldnt help his nails digging into the table.

Six.

/Six./

He listened politely as Reader talked a bit more, trying to skirt around such an obviously heavy topic like the White Star cruise liners skirted around misfortune. He listened as his anger forged fires that couldnt be tempered. The thought of any of his sons being left at so young, it made him sick...!

Ooh, those wretched people better hope he never meets them...

"-Splinter..?"

His eyes snapped open, locking back with their own. Silently they squeezed his hand, tears welling up but not falling.

(He wished they didn't have to be so strong. Strength could be it's own weakness.)

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked about it-"

('Even now, you try to instead comfort others than seek it out yourself...-')

"Tell me."

They blinked, glancing down as his other paw came down, sandwiching the human's before simply clutching it between both.

"Please, if you wouldn't mind. Tell me. I will listen."

They stared quietly, before, shakily, continuing some of the story. Splinter could tell they ducked and dodged sea mines and ice bergs and rocky cliffs as they quested for harbor, longing to finally find port in the cold storm of their emotions with no light house to shine through the dark.

Splinter and his sons found they would all gladly stand out on that dock, lanturns in hand, in order to guide them home. Back to them.

They listened. Reader didnt need to tell everything, but they would listen to what they would part with, tucking it away in their memories and hoping that this one hard, difficult vulnerability would open you up to many more easier ones.

Finally, when dawn broke, the Reader's dam had too. They listened as their friend cried, Splinter never letting go of that hand. This had been a lot. They needed this.

When all was said and done, they sniffled loudly and wiped snot and streaked make-up on their hoodie sleeve. Gross, raw, an abolute mess.

Docked safe, lead by lamplight through the fog.

"Thanks, Splinter."

"Anytime," the rat murmured, giving their shoulder a squeeze. His hand still cupped their own, tea long forgotten.

"You're a good dad."

The mutant huffed, patting their head. "I try."

"I doubt it."

He fought to keep a grin off his face. It didn't work. "You're just trying to butter up your future Father in Law."

The brothers, proud of showing so much restraint not barging in the kitchen as soon as your sobbing began, felt a bucket of ice water get dunked metaphorically down their spines. All eyes flicked to Leo's who shook his head and shrugged. He must have missed this conversation.

The reader scoffed lightly and sneered, batting the hand away. "Oh I get it. See if I ever ask you for dating advice again, old man."

What a hell of a story to miss. The brothers all felt their brains whirr with ideas and conspiracy about which of them it could be. Why it would be him, why it couldnt be them, why it couldnt be him but it might be another.

Splinter barked a laugh, yanking on one of their piercings tauntingly. "Careful. My son might think you're a new training dummy with all these holes in your ears."

"Oh, shove off." They gave a warbly smirk, before it fell into an easy, soft smile.

The four eavesdroppers found, regardless of who it was, no matter what, they would be there for the Reader. It was easy. It was them. They'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Thanks again, Splinter."

Notched ears flicked idly towards the doorway. He needed to teach his sons how to eavesdrop better. And maybe get another hug sometime soon.

The old master gave a softer smile in return up at the punk. He knew he'd pluck up a lanturn for you. He longed for the day your lighthouse lit, but he understood that would take time. But until then, he'd take up the light.

"Anytime, dear."

He and his sons would light your way, anytime.

Oh, wow!

I actually don't think there's anything I could add to this.. really succinct!

(Sorry for sounding like a 10th grader English teacher, but this is Perfection™)

[metvmorqhoses]

Yeah I was in place of desperately trying to rationalize what was shockingly a complete train wreck of a season. You know it’s bad when you’re doing mental gymnastics to find nuance and a cohesive plot. Unsurprisingly it’s also looking like there won’t be a season 3. Do you think the whole issues with writers not being paid has affected the quality of the writing? Because just based off people’s own (including yours) analysis and theories, you all could’ve easily written a much higher standard of work.

I completely understand. That’s exactly what I tried to do the moment I finished watching that… thing.

It doesn’t surprise me they are not being renewed - they absolutely don’t deserve to, but I still hope they’d somehow get a grip and make a miracle happen (the chances are very slim).

No, what I don’t think is the quality of writing was influenced by the writers’ paychecks or lack thereof, simply because one’s writing ability is not something that can be switched on and off at will or something as subjected by the presence or absence of money as, say, scenography or costumes could be. Any writer would be ashamed to compose drivel and put their signature on it, because it’s a direct reflection of their personal talent.

What I believe happened is that they decided to play it woke and safe because the relationship between Alina and Aleksander is very controversial and intense in the books, so they erased any nuance to avoid having to address potentially problematic material (just look at the idiocy the infant antis write here). And sure enough, erasing Darklina meant writing a brain dead show that everyone hated and that probably got canceled. Serves them right. At least Bardugo knows the Darkling is the thing that sells. The show’s writers apparently not so much, and even while having Ben doing his absolute most every second he was onscreen.

[docholligay]

Glad you enjoyed the episodes! I suggested Fatigue specifically because I think it's so well-written, thank you for validating my taste :) and am fascinated to hear that Trail Rations is actually historically not bad. I need to tell you, the reason we sent you Body Builder is because Dani and I have such different reactions to it, we wanted a third opinion: I had a really strong (good, what I want from horror) visceral reaction to the body horror of it, and she, quote, "thinks it's kind of cute and fun! They're just doing their thing!" If you had to rank the eps on actual creepiness/how well they Got you as horror, how do you think it would go?

Fatigue was easily my favorite, like i said, i think absolutely the only mishap in the whole thing was trying to link in the Michael stuff, otherwise I think it was an exquisitely written horror story, that creeping sense of certainty in a dangerous beauty a little like the curl of cigarette smoke in the dark. One of my favorite points of fear is not knowing if you are sane or not, not knowing if you can trust your own mind. SENDS A CHILL DOWN ME SPINE IT DOES, which is of course why i fuckin love it.

And yeah! Trail Rations, while it obviously didn't happen, is way way on the plausible side and shockingly pretty well grounded in historical realities. I was also surprised, and delighted! I don't know if that was a happy accident or if they knew someone who knew a lot, but it was well done enough that I would straight up call it good western horror. You could stretch it out into a short story, I think. A proper one, not these sort of tiny fictions or whatever we want to call them.

I laughed ALOUD at Dani being like, "Look at those little guys! Just doing their thing!" because I loved it but also was really drawn to this nature of obsession thing, this single-minded desire breaking you and molding you into a THING. I think anyone who gets wrapped up can see how this can happen, and that's the nature of the horror for me, not even the body horror so much as the, "what if you were given the opportunity to become the one thing you wanted to be? Would you be stupid enough to take it?" And I sit there and suck my teeth ahaha.

ANYWAY ENOUGH OF ME RAMBLING. Ranking! Some of these are very very very close and i might flip them on any given day. I will elaborate if asked!

Creeped me out the most:

6. Trail Rations

5. The New Door

4. The Bodybuilder

3. Personal Space

2. Fatigue

Book of the Dead

Thought were the best/most skillful

6. The New Door

5. The Bodybuilder

4. Book of the Dead

3. Personal Space

2. Trail Rations

Fatigue

LIKED the most

6. Personal Space

5. The New Door

4. The Bodybuilder

3. Book of the Dead

2. Trail Rations

Fatigue

[undertale-writing-times]

Can I get the SFW alphabet with cross please?

Sure! Thank you for asking :3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I feel like he is SORT OF affectionate, but he doesn't go out of his way to show it. Worries sometimes about it since he wonders if maybe you want him to be more affectionate?

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think that Cross would be a pretty good best friend. He would listen to you, allow you to talk about your stuff, and spends time with you. He enjoys hanging out!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cross loves to cuddle! Probably won't go out of his way to cuddle because it makes him worried haha. Whenever they cuddle, he hooks his arms around your waist and rests his head on top of yours. It's cute.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Shockingly? Yeah! Yeah, he does. He wants to go home, have a normal life, and I feel like he's pretty good at cooking and cleaning! Not the best, but good.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Quickly. He would sit them down, explain why, then leave so they could calm down. He hates breaking up.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think he would want to get married, but after everything calms down and relaxes.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It all really depends! Like... how long you guys have been together; if it's a good friend or not, and a lot of other things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He does like hugs. He'll hug someone rarely but won't turn down hugs most of the time, and his hugs are tight and squishy.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

IT TAKES FOREVER

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Honestly, depends, but he is normally very jealous and glares at anyone that tries to flirt with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Since he doesn't have lips; he doesn't really 'kiss' you, but more he would nudge his skull against yours. It's really cute ^^

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he screams. He cannot be around kids ;n; they scare him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up early, takes a shower, goes to make breakfast, and if you're not awake already does some training.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Depends on what happened during the day. Normally you two lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, and he talks about what happened that day and listens to you talk about yours. Sometimes you two play some games or such.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think... slowly. He doesn't really want you to find out too much about his past.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Once again, it depends. Mostly on the day.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think he would be pretty good at remembering dates and stuff. A lot of times he'll be the one to remind you! Haha. But also little details, he would remember.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think the first time you slept over. He would love to see you asleep in his arms, cause that just makes him feel like this is more real.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is VERY protective. Way too overprotective. He hates when people talk to you that he doesn't trust, and he would tell you who he does and doesn't trust.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot. Sometimes way too much. He worries to do something wrong, so he does a lot of planning.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's very untrusting of certain people.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hmmm... you know? I don't think he would really care too much?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first, no, but after a while, yes!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Hates cinnamon.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates it, and I mean HATES it, when people jokingly hit their partners. Like a soft bap is fine, but hitting and not stopping when the person asks is something that he hates. It pisses him off to high heaven.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He lays on his back, arms crossed over his chest, and doesn't seem to breathe in his sleep lol.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Holding Your Hand

The Grabber x Reader

requested by @blxckestheart : Can I get "Don't even pretend not to know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are." & "I'm so scared that you'll never want to hold my hand again... and your hand is the only hand I want to hold." Please? (Love Confessions)

warnings: Stockholm (obviously)

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It had to have been months that you'd been locked in the basement. Shockingly enough, he had not killed you yet. Before taking you most of his victims were rather close together. But you were the only one taken for months now.

He had grown to like you. Allowing you upstairs to shower under his watch. A few times he rented a movie and invited you upstairs with him. You never really had a good home life, so this was slowly starting to feel like home. It shouldn't. You had been taken away from your everyday life in a flash by some creepy middle aged man. You never thought anyone in your town was capable of doing something like that.

Once he allowed you to become closer to him, he grew softer towards you. He would hold you on the mattress until you fell asleep. Holding your hand while the two of you watched a movie. Complimenting you while he watched you shower. You shouldn't feel safe here.

You sat on the mattress, tears slowly falling from your eyes. The two of you had gotten into a fight. Nothing physical. You got too in your own head about what had happened to those little boys...

"YOU KILLED KIDS," you screamed at him, "AND YOU BROUGHT ME HERE TO KILL ME TOO!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to me," he wore only the bottom half of the mask that was always on his face.

"Oh-ho-ho, yeah? I don't appreciate being taken away from my home and getting thrown in some guy whose name I don't even know's basement either! Guess we both have problems, don't we?" you scoffed turning your back to him.

He was silent for a moment. You could hear his breathing pick up. He was trying to not get angry. "To hear you talk, I took you away from a bad home. Funny how one minute I'm the best thing that happened to you, but the next I'm back to 'some guy.'," he grumbled standing from the squatted position he had been in.

"Shut up," you were fighting back tears.

"You can sit down here and cry for weeks for all I care. Mommy and Daddy didn't care to come looking for you, and they sure won't after all this time," he slightly raised his voice.

You slumped over as tears fell violently from your eyes. "That was-" you sniffled, "Uncalled for... you... you're so cruel." Your hand covered your mouth to fight back your sobs.

He scoffed and left the room. Locking the door behind him.

... What he said was extremely hurtful. You had always said that you could disappear and never come back and your parents wouldn't have cared. You did not realize you were right until he had said that.

It had been over a day since the fight happened. You wondered if he was gonna let you sit down here and starve to death. He usually sat with you more hours of the day then not. But not now.

You found yourself holding on to the sweet things he would do with you. Mostly the way his large hands held yours. It was almost like your hands were made for one another. Your fingers interlocked perfectly. You were scared he’d never want to hold your hand again. That made you cry even harder.

You heard the giant metal door begin to open. You jumped slightly. You knew he’d still be mad, he didn’t let things go that easily. He wore the whole mask now. Tiny horns adorned his head. He didn’t speak, just stared at you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from all the crying. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He folded his arms and leaned onto the closed door. The two of you sat in silence just staring. You were relieved he even wanted to be in the room with you.

"Albert," he muttered breaking the silence.

"What?"

"That's my name... you said you didn't know my name... and I guess I never told you,” his arms fell to his side. He walked over slowly, joining you on the bed. His hand went to your leg rubbing small circles with his thumb on it. “I… I’m sorry for what I said. I was angry,” guilt painted his tone.

“I’m sorry too,” you mumbled looking at him. You leaned onto his shoulder, your hands joining his on your leg. Your fingers intertwined. “I was scared…. scared you’d never want to hold my hand again,” you admitted staring at your fingers wrapped together. He chuckled, “Your hand is the only one I want to hold.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence enjoying each other’s company for a few moments. You giggled to yourself. “What?” He questioned. “You don’t look like an Albert,” you snickered. He blew his breath out, “I hate my name.” You poked at his arm, “Eh it’s cute.” His face fell into his free hand. You sat from leaning on him into a stretch. “I’m sick of this basement, Al,” you groaned.

“Do you want to shower?” He offered. “I probably need one,” you stood up. “I love when you need a shower,” you could see him smile with his eyes. You laughed at his remark. His hands went to either side of your hips, “Don’t even pretended to not know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are, love.” You smiled and leaned back into him.

The two of you headed up stairs and he—who you now knew as Albert—drew you a bath. The two of you were once again enjoying each other’s company.”

~~~

[END]

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[waltwhitmansbeard]

#1 with Vaxleth Vampire Au?

1. "I know it hurts, love. You'll be okay."

Vax should have guessed that it wasn't going to be the physical scars that haunted Keyleth. For starters, she and Pike whipped up all manner of creams and tinctures to layer over various wounds, and after several weeks of application and crusting and emergence of new skin, so little evidence of the worst thing that has ever happened to her or Vax remains. There's one crescent moon over her left scapula that still shines when it catches the light, and sometimes she inhales sharply if she sneezes too hard, but it takes a shockingly brief amount of time for the proof of his failures to fade from her skin.

But when the moon is high and they are wrapped in shadows and her mother's blanket, he sees the wounds still open, still festering. Even before he was a vampire, he always woke easily, startling at the smallest sound with an instant vigilance. Now, it's not the creaking of his father's house or the squeak of rats in the rundown shack he once shared with his sister that pulls him from sleep, but a quiet, sharp whimpering. His eyes flash open, and it takes but a moment for him to identify the source. Keyleth is twitching in his arms, eyes darting around violently under her lids. He knows a nightmare when he sees one.

"Kiki." He rests a hand against her cheek, tapping as gently as he can. "Kiki, wake up."

She lets out a small, pained whine. There's some unintelligible mumbling, but Vax manages to make out one word: hurts.

Bile rises in his throat. "Keyleth." He raises his voice above a whisper, reaching down to squeeze her hand as hard as he dares. "Keyleth, wake up, please."

Her return to consciousness doesn't happen quickly. It is a slow, confused thing, her eyes searching in the dark, the tremble of her body coming to a gradual end as she finds him curled over her. "Vax?"

He's not going to cry. He hears the quiet desperation, the broken relief in her voice, and he is determined not to cry. "You were having a nightmare."

"Oh." Her eyes slide closed again and she presses her head back into her pillow. "I'm sorry."

If she apologizes one more time for the mess he caused, he's going to scream. "You know that you have nothing to be sorry for." He rests his head onto her pillow, knocking his forehead to the space just above her ear. "I just didn't want you staying in there longer than you had to."

His arm is across her torso, pulling her tight against him, and she grips onto that arm like it's a life raft in the ocean. "Yeah," she breathes, "it...it still hurts."

And he doesn't know if she's referring to the scars or the memories, but his heart shatters in his chest all the same. He presses a kiss to the shell of her ear. "I know it hurts, love," he whispers. "You'll be okay."

There's a sharp sniffle in the dark. "What if I'm not?"

"I've known a lot of people in my life, Kiki. A lot of people who were strong or brave or tenacious or resilient, even in the face of some really scary shit. None of them hold a candle to you."

She breathes a long, shuddering breath, in, then out. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Those...monsters did what they did to you because they saw it. Because they feared it. Because they knew that you were better than them, and they had to convince you that you weren't. But I know you, too, and I know that you're not gonna let them succeed."

A silence settles over them, and Vax thumbs circles into her far shoulder, letting her stew on his words. He can practically hear the whirring in her mind, the gears turning as she tries to put all of the pieces together. Finally, she breathes, "What if I can't move past it?"

"Well, good news." He lifts his head, presses a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. "You won't have to try by yourself. You have me, and Percy, and Pike, and even Vex, when she isn't, y'know, being Vex. You have us, and we'll pull you out of the dark each and every time, I promise." He sets his forehead down onto hers.

Keyleth's eyes shut again. "Okay."

And he can only hope that she believes him, can only hope that she understands that he has a long eternity ahead of him to help her piece herself back together. He settles back down beside her, keeping her tucked in close to his chest. He knows he's not going to be able to frighten the nightmares away, bare his teeth and snarl until they cower back into the shadowed corners of her mind, but if he is to make right what he set so horribly wrong, he is going to make sure that each time she wakes, he is here, a north star for her to follow in the dark.