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creepzkilla · 1 year

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No because those EJ headcannons 😳 are so good aldhworjeoejekr you wrote him so perfectly 😫

If it's ok, can I request some NSFW Creepypasta Toby headcannons? You can make them as dark as you like, but DAMN I have to admit the way you write characters is so gooooodddd 💖💖💖

↳˳⸙;; ❝ TICCI TOBY KINK HC'S! + BONUS ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗

[A/N]--tyty i always enjoy slasher creepypasta-- the more realistic version of the fandom. its always been more entertaining for me... the mansion kinda HC never really stuck with me unless portrayed really good? its so hard to find fics that are like that... but anyways wtf my first ask this deserves a bonus smut at the end?!?!?! sry for the delay too i’ve had writers block wtf… the second half is shit ngl

NSFW. warning— NOT PROOF READ fem! anatomy, dub-con, somnophilia, toby being a perv, sadist, bondage,breeding, exhibition

TOBY IS A CLOSET PERVERT--

he remembers when he first started stalking you. when he first snuck into your house while you were fast asleep as he kept a watchful eye over your sleeping form. you were ethereal, he couldn't help himself following you home- or going through your panty drawer. you couldn't blame him, really, you couldn't. you look so cute in your satin pink thongs that he just had to steal one. or three.

sadist-- toby just adores watching you contort underneath his touch as you squirm away from him. he won't hesitate to leave harsh slaps across the meat of your ass or dark bruises made from his belt into makeshift handcuffs

bondage-- he loves tying you up in all sorts of different lewd positions. toby takes pride watching you whimper under his calloused hands begging for your hands and/or legs. he knows that those whimpers are only for him.

breeding-- toby has family issues... at first, he wouldn't want kids. he would dismiss the thought of ever having any kids in the first place... not wanting to turn into his dad. he was terrified. that was until he came in your pussy the first time. it was fucking life-changing. he loves the feeling of spilling his seed into your pretty pussy... he just can't go back after that. why buy condoms when he could watch his cum seep out of your pussy? he wouldn't mind having a kid or two.

mutual masturbation-- he goes wild watching your hands disappear into your heat as your mouth lets out a barrage of whimpers and moans. toby can't help but join in. whether you know if he's watching or not.

exhibitism-- this man just dont give af. if he wants you, he wants you. anytime, anyplace.

oral(fem receiving)-- this could be considered a kink because toby could probably cum buy just eating your pussy. he just cant get enough of it. he gets so painfully hard when he goes down on you. so you cant blame him when he paints his pants white.

corruption— this is a big one..you were a virgin, with little to no experience before you bet toby. something about that innocence he just had to protect… something he just had to corrupt. toby remembers when he first taught you how to give a blowjob. he could just cum by the perverted memory.

TOBY DEFINITELY JERKS OFF WITH YOUR PANTIES—

there’s no way he doesn’t. he fucking obsessed with the taste and smell of your pussy. the nights where he can’t come and visit you bet you can find a pair of your satin panties wrapped around his cock. toby just can’t help himself. he loves feeling the feeling of your juices rubbing up against his cock as he imagines runtting against you. it’s his dirty little secret… well it’s not much of a secret when your prairies start showing up stained with a white excrete.

HES SURPRISINGLY KINDA BIG—

now don’t get me wrong… toby isn’t a petite guy, he’s rather tall standing at 5’11 or 6’0. he’s a pretty built guy—he kinda has to be. so when i say surprisingly i mean you wouldn’t really except him to be a whopping 6’0 inches. his girth is on the skinny size but he makes up for it when hes hitting places you never knew existed. his tip is a dark pink, and the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. you never thought that you’d be saying that about a dick or specifically a serial killers dick; but here you are… your not exactly complaining.

—-ˋˏ [‘Ill give you everything’] ˎˊ

—(Toby couldn’t help himself. He really couldnt. You just looked so gorgeous in your pink satin panties— which are your favorite pair— he couldn’t help but rub against the cotton material. It’s not like you’d mind anyways…you’ve always asked him to fuck you awake before, why not take you up on that offer?

He carefully moves the comforter from your shoulders, peeling it back allowing him to slip into your bed behind you . Toby sinks into the bed, spooning your relaxed body as the curve of your ass pressed into him.Almost instinctively your body pressed into the slasher completely, being enraptured by his warmth. You were oblivious to what you were doing to him.

His aching boner stretched against his pants, and fuck it was painful (from aching not actual pain) as he rubs up against your panties. It was almost like you wanted him to do this. Sleeping in only your underwear? It was like you’re asking him to move your panties to the side and fuck you.

His cold finger tips brush against your damp panties, hooking his finger on the seam of fabric, slowly and carefully pulling them down. toby was careful not to wake you—-not yet. He wants to savor this.

It was so unbelievably hot in your bedroom, almost like a sauna. If anything he was helping you cool down. You should appreciate his kind and just actions by taking of your clothes before you got too hot. He chuckled at that thought, ghosting his finger tips over your exposed shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

His lips hovered above your exposed neck, sending chills down your spine. Dark bruises soon began to litter your neck, ruining its once pristine image as Toby sunk his lips deeper in your skin, all while his other hand disappeared into your cunt.

You were so incredibly wet, so incredibly tight. His calloused hands slid in and out with ease, your walls sucking him in ever time. Toby was enraptured with your beauty, your flushed cheeks, your rosy lips, the soft whimpers that left your mouth; utterly gorgeous.

“Toby?” You awoke to nothing but darkness with an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, an all too familiar one. A warmth spread throughout your body like wildfire as the prevalent feelings grew. The sensation— that you couldn’t put a finger on—- just felt so good, you couldn’t help but melt into it.

Toby hummed in response, too busy on concentrating on the task at hand; fingering your tight cunt. The lewd sounds that gushed around his hands was deafening; almost forgetting that you were awake.

“Are you e-enjoying yours-self?” He laughed, curling his fingers inside of you, rubbing up against a patch of sensitive nerves.

You yelped, now being fully awake, clearly aware of the sensation— that is being full. You could only moan in response as his fingers continuously plunged in and out of sopping cunt as your core tightened.

Toby’s lips attached to the crook of your neck once again, tracing over the dark bruises that began to form— biting ever so slightly on your sweet spot (that only he knows of). His unoccupied hand, cupped the meat of your thigh, lifting it up to gain better access for his other hand that was moving at an insatiable speed.

“P…Please, I need you…I want all of you.” A barrage of moans left your lips, as your hand curled behind you to grip the man’s hair that assaulted your skin. Your sharp nails dug into his scalp, tugging on tuffs of his unkept brown hair—signaling your desperation.

Suddenly, he was on top of you. Straddling your exposed bottom half with his thighs, a lustful glint ever so present in his eyes. His lips were a cherry red, presumably from his attack on your neck as well as his hands that were slick with your cunt. You take immediate notice of the large tent swelling in his blue jeans, you could only guess at how painful it was.

“A-are you sure?” Toby hummed, his scarred hands tracing over your waist, “I’m not g-gonna go easy on you.” His voice came out as a whisper, as if it was some horrible secret—a taboo. To which it was, not like you knew or anything— but toby has a secret, commmited horrible sins that can never be reversed— you shouldn’t be doing this with him… He feels guilty almost— yet it’s so enticing… His hands devouring your body as if his hands weren’t covered in blood merely hours before.

But you’ll never know, right?

“I want all of you, Toby.” He looks down at your delicate form, such innocence. Your skin was practically glowing in the moonlight that shone threw the raked blinds, making you look almost angelic. He was scared to touch you, like you would crumble under his touch. Like you would see him for the monster— the pyschopath he truly is, a devil.

Yet, that’s what makes it so exciting, so enticing to see your angelic body beneath him. The danger, the corruption. It only added fuel to the fire, and soon it would become a wild fire.

Your body; merely heaven and earth wrapped into one.

He; the virus, a plague that never stops— pollution your body and everything in between.

Is it really worth it? If he really loved you— he would let you go— right?

“I’ll give you ev-verything. Anything you w-want.” Toby whispers, his hands on your waist crawling towards your chest—drawing secret messages that only you would know. His usual ice cold hands, were anything but cold. They were warm. His hands roamed your body, and spread throughout your body like a flame— he devoured everything in his path.

Your body reacted to him like a magnetic. His name fell off of your lips along with whispered promises and wonton moans. You were meant for him— maybe poisoning you isn’t so bad. Maybe—just maybe, it was meant to happen.

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ejlovespie · 2 years

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You're Mine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend catches you flirting with a guy at the bar. Feeling jealous and possessive, he punishes you in bed.

Words: 1.7K

Warnings / Tags: 18+ NSFW / possessive & jealous dom!damon / bratty reader / sir kink / praise kink / tied up reader / spanking / orgasm denial / oral (fem receiving) / reader crying & feeling emotional from overstimulation / fingering / unprotected p in v sex / aftercare / fluff

A/N: I wrote this for @evergreencowboy for my drabble game! It went a little long..I'm sensing a theme here lol. Anyway, thank you for always being my cheerleader and supporting me, Lyd. I appreciate you so so much and love you dearly! I really hope you like this fic with Damon. XOXO -EJ

Damon is pissed and the thought brings a careless smirk to your face. Eyes wide, you quickly attempt to hide it by bringing a hand to your mouth. He catches it though and narrows his eyes on you darkly. You know he’s menacing, a big and scary vampire, a terrifying monster..but despite that a giggle bubbles up your throat and sneaks past your lips. Shit. Damon fully turns to look at you now. His eyes narrow further and his jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth. Knowing it won’t make any difference, you take a small step back as sweat forms on the back of your neck and a dizzying spike of adrenaline shoots through your veins. Damon lunges for you faster than your human eyes can comprehend. In one fluid motion he picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, races upstairs to his bedroom, and dumps you unceremoniously onto his plush bed.

Blowing hair out of your face, you look up at him wide-eyed and try to hold back a fit of manic giggles. He actually growls at you as you begin to laugh so hard that tears form in your eyes. Normally, Damon would smile with you and tell you how beautiful you look in his bed. He loves seeing your soft eyes shine with mirth but not right now. He’s so mad at you, he can barely see straight.

Frustrated, Damon bites out, “Y/N. Stop. Laughing.”

Crossing muscled arms over his chest, he glares at you murderously. Your stomach muscles ache as tears begin to stream down your face. Knowing you’ve crossed a line, you try, unsuccessfully, to stop laughing and explain yourself through giggles. “I–I’m sorry Damon!” You hold your stomach as it starts to cramp. Laughing through tears, “It was a joke, I swear! I don’t know that guy.”

Wiping tears away, you breathe through the stomach cramps as Damon grinds his teeth and says nothing in response. You had wanted to rile him up a little but really didn’t think he would get this mad. The Grill was so busy that getting drinks at the bar had been impossible, so when a cute guy bought you one, and gave it to you with a wink, you accepted it. You honestly didn’t mean anything when you put a hand on his arm and leaned in to thank him. You were just grateful. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You didn’t acknowledge the part of you deep down that knew your vampire boyfriend was sure to notice and have something to say about it. However, Damon was way more pissed than you thought he would be. When you returned back to the table with your drink, he had taken it, put it down, and dragged you home.

In a barely controlled voice Damon growls, “Turn over.” and suddenly, you’re not laughing anymore.

Your heart picks up speed knowing what’s about to happen. You wait, a second too long, and Damon is on you, speeding to your side and flipping you onto your belly. Your cheek rests against the soft sheets as Damon pulls rope from somewhere you can’t see. You take a deep, calming breath as he grabs your wrists and deftly ties them together before pulling you up to the headboard. He ties your wrists to the bed and gives it a tug, testing the knots before stepping away. Turning your head to watch him, you follow his movements as he walks over to the mini bar in the corner of the room and pours himself a drink. You swallow thickly as he shoots back three fingers of bourbon before quickly pouring himself a second glass. Oh boy…You’ve done it this time.

Damon’s shoulders are tense, his whole body rigid as he drinks the second glass more slowly. He shakes his head as he finishes it before turning around to look at you. His dark eyes move over your body, tied up and splayed out on his bed. He wishes you were there under different circumstances, wishes he could give you more pleasure than pain, but you were naughty. You flirted with some asshole just to get a rise out of him. Sighing, Damon sets the glass down and saunters over to you. He eyes your ass and debates how many times he’s going to have to spank you. Sitting down on the bed he runs a palm over your rear. You make a small sound in your throat but he ignores it. You’re excited. Happy for this outcome. You’re always testing his patience, getting into trouble and pushing his buttons to see what you could get away with. Brat.

Softly, Damon says, “You know I have to punish you.” You nod, saying nothing, but that's not what he wants to hear and you know better. Exasperated, Damon bites out, “Excuse me?”

You whimper slightly and whisper, “Yes, sir.” He palms your ass before continuing, ”I would have preferred to worship your body and have fun tonight…but you had to test me. Again. Why are you always getting into trouble and making me punish you, Y/N?”

Your response dies on your throat and you yelp as Damon’s hand comes down hard on your right ass cheek. Your pussy throbs as Damon growls, “Answer. Me.” Breathless, you respond, “I–I don’t know, sir!”

It takes everything in you not to moan when Damon yanks down your pants and panties in one motion before delivering another hard spank, this time to your left cheek. Your lips tremble as he rubs a hand over the area, soothing the sting before delivering another blow to the right one. Unable to hold back, you moan softly in response, earning another hard spank. Your ass stings and your body tightens as Damon scolds you. “I guess spanking you isn’t much of a punishment with how much you enjoy it. Let’s try something else.”

You hold your breath as Damon deftly unties you from the headboard, flips you onto your back, and secures your bound wrists to the headboard again. Then he pulls your legs wide open and quickly ties an ankle to each corner of the footboard. Cool air hits your exposed pussy and you fidget as Damon crawls onto the bed in between your legs. He rubs his hands over your thighs, eyeing your dripping center. His eyes light up, pleased, but he tisks at you, chiding, “You're dripping wet for me and all I've done is spank you. Very bad girl.”

You pull at your restraints, loving being tied up but also wanting to touch him. It was an exhilarating kind of torture. You wondered what Damon would do next as he stared at you for a long moment. Your heartbeat thudded violently in your chest and you knew he could hear it. Looking into your eyes Damon says, “I know you’re excited but you shouldn’t be..”

Opening your mouth to argue, the words die on your lips as Damon leans in and presses his tongue to your clit. Your back arches off the bed as it circles your clit a few times before moving to tease your folds. Bringing a hand up, he rests it on your abdomen pushing down lightly to apply pressure as his mouth works you over. You whine as he dips his tongue into your pussy and lickes you slowly, applying more pressure as your muscles flex around him inside you. He pulls out and flattens his tongue to lick a long, slow stripe up to your clit before wrapping his lips around you. Damon groans and you watch him as he kisses and sucks on you. You thrash on the bed, pulling at your restraints and he works you over and over again, pulling you to the edge before backing off. It’s torture. You’re close, needing to cum so bad but he won’t let you.

You don’t know how much time passes as Damon teases you but it feels like hours. He sucks and flicks your clit with his tongue until you get close and then he moves his tongue down to tease and play with you until your climax fizzles out. Frustrated tears spring to your eyes and you beg to cum, apologize over and over again but he doesn’t listen. When Damon’s eyes meet yours and he slides a long finger inside of you, you about lose it. Tears streaming down your face you beg again, “Dam–Sir, please let me cum. I–I’m sorry. I went too far, I knew you would be mad and I–I hoped for this but I can’t...th–this is too much. Pl–lease!”

Unable to see you cry anymore, Damon pulls back and eyes you darkly. “If you want me to tie you up and spank you, tell me. Stop behaving like a little brat to get your way or next time I won’t stop. Oh, and if you ever flirt with some frat-boy-douche again, I'll kill ‘em. You’re mine, now and forever. Mine. Do you understand?”

Crying, you nod trying to breathe through your tears and the emotions running rampant through you. Damon growls, demanding, “Use your words, Y/N. Do. You. Understand?”

Gasping for breath, you cry, “Y–yes, sir! I understand..please, Damon!” Damon murmurs a praise before crawling towards you on the bed. Bringing his hands to your face, he cups your cheeks and wipes at the tears, shushing and calming you until your breathing goes back to normal and you’re no longer crying. “Okay..shh. That’s a good girl..It’s okay, princess. I’m going to take care of you.”

Looking into Damon’s eyes, you nod, grateful he changed his mind. Damon smiles before slipping off the bed and makes quick work of stripping out of his clothes and climbing back up between your legs. He kisses your neck and face tenderly in a silent apology for making you cry while he slowly slides himself into you. You both moan as he bottoms out and then pulls out and pushes back in slowly, adjusting his angle until he hits the spot inside you where you’re most sensitive. Murmuring soft praises in your ear, Damon reaches down and gently swipes at your swollen clit. With how on edge you were, it doesn’t take long before you’re cuming hard and crying again. Unable to see you cry, Damon pulls out and unties the rope at your wrists and ankles before settling you against his chest. Resting your head on his chest, you relish the feeling of him holding you as he wipes your tears away and you fall asleep to him telling you how much he loves you.

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msmargaretmurry · 5 months

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LET EJ GO BACK TO HIS FAMILY, YOU MONSTERS (everything about this game is killing me)

anon i was so unprepared for the emotional onslaught last night..... ej crying during the media scrum, gabe & kids with the we love you uncle ej sign, the tribute video......... it was all 2 MUCH for my tired tender heart to handle!!!! more than one of my friends said about gabe and the sign that if someone wrote that in a fic we'd be like okay that's a bit much and they were CORRECT except for how once again we somehow underestimated how THEY'RE IN LOVE IN REAL LIFE

i was thinking last night about how there is some sort of horrible but poetic irony about how ej was so convinced he was going to retire and then they won the cup and it totally revitalized him, while gabe rightfully expected that he'd still have years of his career ahead of him and yet now he's the one watching from the sidelines. and like yeah he's working on coming back but he's been out for so long and you never know if your body will ever be the same......... obviously i hope he makes a full recovery but beyond the romance of it all, it was so striking to see him watching ej from the other side of the glass. i love their love but also i'm sad!!!

#ask #hockey for ts #gabe and ej

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romirola · 2 years

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Turns out I had one more Redactedverse oneshot left in me before I get started on drafting a new fic! @ejunkiet, I saw from your tags you've been struggling with migraines lately! I'm so sorry to hear that, friend. I wrote you this little piece featuring Angel comforting shifted!David as he endures a migraine in hopes of making you feel better. (This will eventually live in my AO3 oneshot collection.)

Rating: T, WC: ~1.3K, Characters: David/Angel, Prompt: Self-prompted to make EJ feel better

Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished!

Angel gingerly placed the glass of flat 7up beside the bed. They frowned, letting their eyes linger on the large, wolf-shaped lump underneath the soft sheet.

“Davey?” Angel whispered. “Can I do anything for you?”

Poking his head out from the sheet, David Shaw squinted, torn by his desire to shut out any scrap of light from his vision and to take in the comforting sight of his mate. “Hmm.” For a moment, he had almost forgotten he was in his wolf form and wanted to shape the sound into a word. Instead, when the strong muscles of his mouth wouldn’t oblige him, David settled for a huff. He pulled his ears back as his lips curled upwards. His heightened senses, normally such a point of pride for David, betrayed him as he processed even the muted stimuli around him. Despite that drawback, he typically opted to ride out a migraine in his wolf form. Somehow, some way, retreating into his wolf offered David a little bit of comfort. In his wolf form, despite the pounding headache, horrific nausea, exhaustion, and oversensitivity to everything, David felt like he could handle all of the inescapable awfulness that his occasional migraine attacks caused him.

“Err,” David tried again in a deep and low rumble of a voice so as not to irritate the throbbing in his skull. When his eyes opened a little bit wider, David was relieved to find that Angel had cloaked the room in darkness.

The misery in David’s sharp eyes was evident to Angel. His pupils, usually prominent and full of life, were dull and tiny. “Aww, Davey.” They sat down on the edge of the bed and reached their hand out, letting it linger in the air for a moment, like they knew even the slightest unwanted touch would be tortuous for David. “May I?”

A soft, grateful whine of consent escaped his lips. He blinked slowly.

When Angel’s hand finally met his forehead and gently rubbed, David’s tail thwacked once to tell Angel how good it felt and once more in an unnecessary plea for them to continue the small gesture.

Angel did.

As David felt himself get lost in Angel’s touch, he thought about all the times in his life a similar scene had played out without Angel.

He thought of the times when he was a teenager when a migraine would hit. The first time David got a migraine, he was fourteen and in the middle of his school day. He didn’t understand what was happening or how to cope when his body went completely haywire. But when he finally forced himself to ask a teacher to let him go call his dad from the school's main office, Gabe picked David up from school and quickly escorted him to his room as soon as they arrived home. Gabe expertly soothed away David's pain with soft, hushed words. He even held David upright as the poor kid emptied the contents of his stomach into the plastic trash bin near the edge of David's bed. Through it all, Gabe stayed with David. He remembered falling asleep to his father's steady droning speech about something and, even though David wasn't cognizant enough to know for sure, he could've sworn that the pillow underneath his head somehow transformed into Gabe's chest.

It was the first, but not the only, time Gabe took care of David when a migraine came over him. Even as a young adult when he had the opportunity to shift into his wolf form, David found it impossible not to cling close to his father during a migraine.

“You’re holding in too much stress, David,” his father would say with a genuine sympathy that made David feel like a cub again. “It’s going to show up, one way or another, sooner or later. You gotta learn to relax before things get to this point.”

David's throat tightened when he felt a familiar wave of grief hit him. His front paws twitched a few times as he extended and retracted his claws to stretch his sore limbs.

“Just try to relax now,” Angel cooed. When their other hand began to stroke the tufts of longer hair at his chest, David willed himself to do as his mate asked, even though it was nearly impossible for him to sink into the bed so he could give into the overwhelming exhaustion. Everything hurt too much for that.

David let his thoughts wander to a time when a particularly bad migraine struck him a few years ago. It had been shortly after he secured an office space for the growing company. The legal and financial requirements alone were stressful enough, but David had undertaken that project of expanding the company so quickly after his father had died, throwing himself into a tangible activity that proved David was capable of carrying on his father’s legacy as a good alpha. It should’ve been impossible for him to do, but somehow, he did it. It was only after he got everything successfully settled that the migraine hit him one night. David’s body had always worked like that. It never failed that no matter how he was able to push through any type of work that needed to be done, as soon as that work was finished, his body would succumb to the buildup of stress and collapse. David was thankful that at the time, Asher had been spending more time with, as he called them, “the Elevator Babe,” so David did not have to worry about Asher seeing him like that. Truly, the only thing that made David more uncomfortable than a migraine was having other people see him as he endured the migraine.

People other than his father, that is.

The absence of his father was something that hit David at the most inopportune times, that one included. When David came to the realization that his father wasn’t there to help him through the migraine, would never be there to help David again, it was like a competition of hurt was taking place inside David’s body and it was anyone’s guess who would win: his head or his heart.

The only score David really remembered was that he was thoroughly miserable. He fumbled through the pain as best he could, trying to wait in a grief-stricken agony until the migraine passed, unable to stop his tears from leaking out of his eyes and his thoughts from spiraling into despair.

What if my head never stops hurting? What if the pack needs me and can’t help because I’m too busy puking? How can I make it stop? What would Dad say if he saw me like this? Why did he have to die?

“Hang in there, Davey,” Angel told him, the rhythm of their scratches and strokes offering David a chance to focus on something else other than the churning in his stomach and head. Whenever they spoke, it was like everything quieted for David. “Soon, it’ll go away. Until then, you take all the time you need to feel better.”

David let himself be surrounded by the comforting warmth of Angel’s touch as they deftly fixed a wrinkle in the blanket that sat unnaturally heavy on his back before they weaved their fingers back into his dark fur. Out of instinct, David let his head bow and nosed his face into Angel’s hand at this chest. He carefully took their hand in his mouth, just letting his teeth graze their skin without any pressure. A gesture that he hoped encapsulated the complete devotion he felt for Angel.

Angel didn’t flinch. “I love you, too.”

David let go of their hand, though not without giving them a few licks, and settled back onto the bed. He settled back onto the pillow and drowsily let his eyes close, content to let his mate chase away his migraine by sending him to sleep with their unempowered, magical touch.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted angel

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huggybug · 2 years

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Yes always a dad fic! With either Nate or Cale

turn the lights off, carry me it home - nathan mackinnon

word count: 1.4k words

no promises that this is good. it’s dad!nate but i just kinda wrote what came to mind so if it’s a little messy don’t pay it much attention! this is just because of the win and my break is still in effect until further notice :)

The clock ticks down until it’s zero’s across the board. They did it. They won the Stanley Cup. You can barely process it before everyone’s jumping up around you. Nate’s parents are hugging, his mom crying when she turns to hug you. You look over to see your daughter, Bella in Nate’s sister’s arms, waving her arms around as she screams with the rest of the family.

Everywhere you turn, there’s someone new to hug. The rest of the girls around you are cheering while filming the boys celebrating on the ice and you’re so caught up in the excitement to even realize what’s happen.

Soon enough, your section is being escorted down to the ice and you’re keeping Bella close to you just in case. Most of the kids didn’t come to Florida but Nate insisted that Bella was here. However the few that are here seem just as excited as anyone as they wave their little flags as the group makes their way down to ice level.

The girls all hang back while the families get to the guys first and then everyone breaks up and it’s absolute chaos on the ice. Your grip on Bella’s hand is tight and you carefully make your way through the crowd in search of your boyfriend.

“Bells!” Your head whips around to see Nate behind you which makes you all but jump into his arms. Bella, feeling a little left out, attaches herself to Nate’s leg which makes him laugh.

“Congratulations Babe” Nate’s holding you up with one arm while the other hold’s Bella securely to his leg so she doesn’t fall.

“Told you we’d do it” You can see the tears in his eyes as he nods, affirming the statement he’s been reiterating to you all season long.

“I never doubted you” You grinned before kissing him. “I knew you’d bring it home Nate, we all did, it was just a matter of time”

He set you down, quickly swapping you for Bella, hoisting her up into the air as she squealed. “You wanna go touch the cup Bells?” Nate asked and your heart pounded when you saw the way he looked at her. His eyes were full of happiness and love; it had been a while since you’d seen him like that. The stress of the season and lately the cup run was a lot on him and you could tell.

“Can I go to Uncle EJ?” Bella pointed about 10 feet away where EJ was celebrating with his family.

“Go quick, if he’s busy you come back okay?” Bella nodded and you watched your four year old run across the ice, straight into EJ’s arms who happily spins around with her.

“So…” You trail off, turning back to your boyfriend.

“So?” Nate asks, clearly amused if the look on his face says anything.

“I believe there was some sort of promise you made… something about you asking me something?” You smirk when Nate throws his head back in laughter.

It was something you’d been waiting for a while now. Nate was never supposed to be in your life forever. You were originally set up by your best friend who somehow knew EJ and the two plotted to set their ‘grumpy single friends’ up. Surprisingly, you and Nate hit it off and started dating. After a year together, you got pregnant with Bella and your relationship got a lot more serious very quickly. Before that, it was more for fun, Nate was coming off a fought season and you were just starting your first real job. You were both very career driven and relationships weren’t that big of a priority for either of you which actually was what made your connection so strong.

Neither of you were waiting around for a call or text every night. You had your own seperate lives and you were okay with that. Obviously a child changed that drastically. You moved in with Nate and your lives became more intertwined than ever. He got excited that he was now coming home to you, home games that you weren’t in attendance for were few and far in between, and if that wasn’t enough, as soon as he saw Bella, he was completely enthralled.

There was no way Nate was letting either of his girls out of his life anytime soon but he had yet to ask the big question. His parents liked to tease him about it more than you’d expect really. It wasn’t that they were upset that you had a child before getting married, they loved Bella almost as much as they loved Nate. And they loved you as well which is why any time they saw Nate, they’d pester him about his plans on popping the question.

The guys liked to make fun of him too but you always stayed quiet, you understood his reasoning on waiting. He was in a crucial time in his career right now and his main focus was hockey. He loved your little family, that would never change but he always claimed there were just some goals he wanted to accomplish before getting married.

It didn’t bother you, if anything, you admired how focused he could be. His promise was always that the day he won the cup, he’d ask. When his parents found out about that, they didn’t seem too pleased but you always said ‘okay’.

You weren’t going to pressure him to do it before and it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, no ring would change that, so there was no harm in waiting.

“A promise? I don’t know…” Nate chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“C’mon Nathan! You got your ring, now give me mine” You made little grabby hands at him which made him laugh, gently pushing you away.

“Alright calm down! I know what I promised, don’t worry”

“I touched it! I touched the trophies!” Bella comes flying into you as she slides along the ice and you laugh, steadying her before Nate picks her up.

“The trophies?” You ask.

“Mhm Uncle Cale let me touch his because he said Daddy should have won too” Bella explains and Nate shakes his head.

“C’mon Bells we’re going to go with Grandma and Grandpa while Daddy goes to celebrate okay?” You had noticed the group on the ice had started to thin out, the guys going back to the locker room while families filed out, either to head back to their hotel or to the banquet hall which was pre booked in the event that they did win.

“No!” Bella whined, clinging to Nate a little tighter. “I wanna go with Daddy!”

“Bells” Nate sighed, adjusting her in his arms. “You can’t come with me, you’ll get trampled” The locker room was going to be a mess and it was certainly not a place for kids.

“We can go find the girls, maybe they’ll want to come for ice cream before bed” Bella loved being apart of ‘the girls’. She would try to sneak out of bed whenever the wives came over for an away game watch party and you usually let her if it wasn’t too late.

“Okay! Do you want ice cream Daddy?”

“I’m fine B, we can go together when we get home, okay?” She nods and gives him a quick hug before squirming out of his arms and running off to where a group of girls were standing and talking.

“Guess we’re leaving now”

“See you at the party later?” Nate mumbled as he pulls you in for another hug.

“Of course” You smile and his easy smile back sends you for a loop again. It seems so surreal, even after you’ve done it all. You took your family pictures with the cup, watched as Nate celebrated with Gabe and EJ who had truly been through the worst of it with him. Everything that typically happened after a cup win, you had done it but it still doesn’t seem real.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea” Nate grabs your hand before you can walk away and just by the look in his eyes, you can tell what he’s thinking.

“We are not eloping in Tampa, Nathan” It was something he always joked about, that you’d just run off and get married one day but you knew his family would kill him.

“We can fly to Vegas” He suggested.

“No. Go spray your boys with champagne and I’ll see you after” Nate smiled before kissing you again and skating off, hustling to get back into the celebrations.

#nathan mackinnon x reader #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon fic #dad au #colorado avalanche #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction

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zozo-01 · 1 year

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Hi!!! Stealing this lil idea from @ejunkiet and I'm gonna list out some of my favourite fics from the year!!

From @dominimoonbeam!! 'All The Things They Didn't Know', 'With The Starlight Eyes' and 'Why the duck?'

Look!!! I am a sucker for some David/Darlin' goodness, whether it be romantic or platonic!!! I can't nottttt have them on my list!!! And Domini's Avior/Starlight fic freaking broke me and then put me back together again!!!

From @taelonsamada!! 'Between You, Me and the Fence Post' and 'Sharp Mouth'

If I'm being honest, I would link alllll of the fics Char has wrote because holy fucking shit they are that good!!!!! But those two hold a special place in my heart. <3333

From @romirola!!! 'Duet', '(It Was the First Time) Things Felt Normal Again' and 'Secrets Between Friends'

The way Romi writes the dynamics between the pack is incredible!!! She balances the angst and light-hearted aspects of their relationship!!! And I adoreeee how she writes Angel and David!!!

From @solclaw!! 'ocean eyes' and 'cinnamon'

Again!!! David/Darlin' content makes my heart so <33333, AND ADDING SAM AND ANGEL TO THE MAKES IT EVEN MORE <33333!!! And 'cinnamon' is also just one of my favourite Redacted fics of all time!!! *sobs* I just want them to be happy, ;-;.

From @starlitangels!!! 'Shaw Pack Pups AU', 'Fight Night' and 'Avior One-Shot Compilation'

I ADORE ALL OF THESE FICS SO MUCH!!! I CAN'T CHOOSE ONE SO I JUST THREW IN ALL OF THEM!!! And 'Fight Night' is soooo iconiccc!!! Star is literally my best friend in this fandom and I love, adore and cherish her and her work so much!!! <3333

From @frenchiefitzhere!!! 'Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli'

FRENCHIE IS OUR GREER FAMILY CANON AND I TAKE NO CRITICISM ON THAT!!!!!

From @angel-bubbles!!! 'migraine' and 'fate vs. magic'

Both of these fics are so lovely and wholesome and sweet, just like bubbles. <3333333

From @glassbearclock!!! 'In sickness and in stealth', 'Pampering Your Incubus Boyfriend [Reverse Comfort] [M4A]' and 'would it be okay if I came home to you?'

Beans!!!!! The first two fics just itch that gooddddd comfort need!!! And the imperium fic...... Please don't complain if your heart gets broken!!!

From @lovelylonerliterature!!! 'wolf among the sheep', 'the end of all things.', 'Thirsty' and '3-3-3'

Alllllll of Lovely's fics fill me up with such angsty joy!!!! AND I ADORE HER FOR HER ABILITY TO DO THAT TO ME!!!!

From @thatlesbeanjew!!! 'It’s A Loud And Dark World', 'There's A New Sun In A Dying Day' and 'When Fear Consumes The Rage'

The way Tay writes Darlin' hits so incredibly close to home for me and I adore it!!! Also Tay if you're seeing this, this is me asking for more writing from you. <3333 (Of course no pressure, but >.>)

From @gingerbreadmonsters!!! 'bury the hatchet', '五二零', 'blood sugar, baby!' and 'a ring on the carousel'

THE WAY GINGER WRITES THINGS MAKES ME TRANSCEND WHEN I READ THEM!!! AND HER GAVIN, OH HER GAVIN!!! THE BEST GAVIN TO EVER GAVIN!!!

From @teasandcardigans!!! 'your friend in death (take me to him)', 'good night, dear heart', and 'he's gone'

Mads' fics are so. <3333333 They just hit different and gooddd!!!! We love some Elliot/Sunshine angst, the old idea that Fred and Angel are cousins and the aftermath of Imp! Vincent's death!!!!

FINALLY, LAST BUT NOT LEAST, FROM @ejunkiet!!! 'jaws that bite, claws that catch', 'let's fuck up the friendship', 'all bark, no bite' and 'through a glass, darkly'

LITERALLY EJ IS THE BEST!!!! Like the way they write Angel and David is trulyyyy my favourite in the fandom!!! They're truly are amazing and I wish for all the best in their endeavours!!!!

#redacted asmr #jdksji this got so long #but i have a lot of fics living in my head r e n t f r e e #this is zo speaking

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selkiefinalist · 4 months

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2023 (Writing) Year in Review

y’all it feels weird to throw this together because a.) it’s been 84 years and b.) who cares BUT it’s an old practice and i’m doing it, so:

after two years of not getting anything across the finish line, i wrote, finished, and posted things this year! 79,110 words worth of things, according to ao3!! plus i got to break a bunch of new pairings which is always satisfying, and i created a not-very-secret sideblog to write some lil tumblr fics when the mood strikes, which is not very often lol

maybe so (and maybe not) - newhook/nieto, 5k, E. this one came into being only because my partner in life told me i should start writing again and just write small things to ease back into it and oh, also, should write something featuring newy and nietsy that also featured the phrase “no ******* on the ‘stache” and if there’s one thing in life i like to do, it’s meet people’s expectations, so. that’s what happened.

made up - manson/macdermid, 13k, E. welp, this one just straight-up filled me with delight from concept to execution. it’s flawed in lots of ways i am sure but i do think my sweet spot in writing is probably that 15k-25k zone. that length gives me enough rope to work with but not so much that i cat’s cradle myself into knots with it, and is a realistic length to crank some stuff out in the limited time i have for writing these days and not feel too bad about it.

every new shade of green - ej/nate, 57k, E. ohhh the writing of this was so hard, which honestly i knew was my own fault because i wanted to do something hard. and i did it! and it’s done! there are a few pairings in my fandom history that really just do one over on me and this is one of them, and i think navigating the importance of the pairing itself with the length of the fic and what i wanted to accomplish with it as well as who it was gifted to is what made it so difficult. anyway you should all read it and validate my suffering.

one closed eye - macdonald/renouf, 2k, E(ish), alien au. wherein i circle back to the plan from earlier in the year and just write a small thing. is there anything more romantic in two call-ups finding love in a hopeless place, and one being immediately traded at the end of the season? they were so in love. jmac come back to us.

never (gritty) enough - gritty/nj devil, gritty/sanny, 1k, E, idk. i amused myself greatly with this concept yesterday after that one post circulated on my dash, wrote it fueled by exercise endorphins and then posted it fueled by late night, who cares? endorphins, it is perfect and beautiful in every way and also i am a genius

also created my first fest! very low-stakes low-participation but felt good to give back to fandom in a different way, i have always done best writing for fests because i love a deadline and hate letting people down. it’s still not too late to finish your stuff - prompts are available.

#what is writing?#i don’t know her #hockey rpf #hrpf #2023 roundup

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tixuctoad · 1 year

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General Creepypasta HCs

General TW/CW for gore/violence/ect

If I need to add any extra warnings let me know!!

Not proof read btw

I have an au that all of them are in the same universe!! All the characters that can age (basically any of them that aren't undead or whatever) are aged up !!

Im still not sure by how many years, but it's in the 8-9 year range!! So!! This will be applied!!

Also cringe ahead because I've combined fanon n canon stuff !!

Eyeless Jack 🍖

You know that one backstory someone wrote for EJ, where he was a student who got dragged into a cult sacrifice thingy? Yeah!! That's what I base my verison of EJ on!! Of course, I'm still gonna work in EJs OG creepypasta in, if I ever write out this whole au, be it comic or fic form

Funky possession stuff. Jack is still there, along with the silly flesh eating demon in his silly body

He doesn't really. Want to eat people. I mean, does anyone? But it's really the only thing he can actually. Digest and get energy from now

Still humanoid, but his looks will degrade and become more monstrous as time passes and he consumes more flesh

Hermit, he wants to separate and isolate himself. He thinks it'll help lower his body count

Lives in the woods, probably builds a little shelter somewhere

Short king, about 5'5

But stocky

Bites at his fingers n shit when his mind slips and desires flesh

Dude he's so over it

Jeff the Killer 🔪

Okayokay so. I *personally* HC Jeff to be FtM trans so!! Yeah!!

His sight is all sorts of fucked up, because, yk, he messed up his eyelids

Eyedrops are his best friend

Is it realistic? Probably not, but lets be real, was he ever realistic? No. He never was

Tall stringbean, 5'11 and has a nasty punch

In my au, Jeff actually does feel some remorse for (mostly) everything he did; especially things regarding what he did to his own, and Jane's family

While he doesn't necessarily go out of his way to make things right, he is mellowed out in the killer department

Kinda bounces around, doesn't stick in one place long. Cuz. Yk

Though if I were to impliment the slender mansion into this au, or at lesst some sort of stand in, I think Jeff would be there

Would probably patrol the grounds to make sure no intruders come

Oh but going back a few lines, don't get me wrong; Jeff is still the arrogant asshat the bulk of the fandom portrays him as

Jane the Killer 💅

I need to reread her story tbh, but for the most part it plays out the same; Jeff still destroys her family and messes her up

Unlike most the others, though, I feel like Jane still has a place in society; in terms she can go out into the streets and do whatever. She's not really. A killer like the others

She's still gunning for Jeff, though. Literally all she wants is revenge and then she can live her life in peace

Probably lives with a relative and works in town

When she's not trying to track Jeff, I feel like she does volunteer work

I don't really have much on her atm

Laughing Jack 🍬

Ooooough I love a guardian/imaginary friend character being corrupted by their maker yall dont get it

The whole "Issac becoming a murderer shaped Laughing Jack into one without intending to" thing has me in a death grip

Can puff into black smoke, and he uses that to fuck with people; be it other creepypastas, or with his victims

Often times has his tongue sticking out between his teeth

REALLY tall, I'm talking like 8 feet tall; but I like to think he can manipulate his height, so he can be as short or as tall as he'd like

Calls everyone silly pet names (E.g. "Sweets", "Gumdrop", "Toots", ect)

Have you ever seen Spinel from Steven Universe move? Yeah he moves like that

Noodle arms n legs

Perma smiler

Sometimes, if you land a stab on him, candy and confetti comes out of the wound; alongside thick, tar like blood

Laughing Jill 🥀

While L. Jack is more... fleshy? Laughing Jill takes on a more doll like appearance; at least for my take on her design!!

Real short because of it; like. 3-ish feet tall

Don't let that fool you!! This ankle biter is stronger than she looks!!

In my au she's more benevolent and caring, opting to take on a protector sort of role

I wanna make a storyline with her and Jane, where she's helping Jane track Jeff. Need to figure out how the two end up meeting, though

I dont have much on her yet either tbh

Ben Drowned ⛓

I'll admit, I wasn't aware there was a lot more lore with Ben, but since this is mostly based around the og version of ben the fandom took n ran with, I'll only really touch on the original ideas of the creepypasta

When he initially died, his soul got bound to his game; I feel like in his ghosty form he looks like how he looked when he was alive mixed with Link + other traits (his eyes being all messed up, his skin being blue with dark viens, ect ect)

He CAN bounce from device to device though it's. Hard, I'd assume

Can rarely exit the screen though

So literally if I ever make a fic or comic and he's there, someone's gonna have to be carrying him around on their phone

Imagine he's on his DS and you're arguing with him and as he's about to say something mean you just. Shut it

What's he gonna do? Open it? Spoiler, he can't open it

Because of this, he can't really. Do much physical harm to anyone; and instead has to rely on bullying someone to death (/hj)

When he does manage to exit a screen, it's v brief, and the occurrences are rare

His hair swishes around!! Like he's underwater

Bastard

Since he's like 13-14, and can't really. Age. He still acts like your standard annoying 14 year old boy. Probably really whiny n shit

Yk how some fans interpret Ben as a flirt (which is weird bc. Hes a kid)? Weeeell.. I guess that's kinda how my Ben is. But instead of being "good" at it its really fuckin cringe and annoying

Hes just some annoying young teen, yk?

That's all I got right now!! I would love to write more for these lads in the future but!!! Idk!!! Not sure if it'll be in comic form, or as writing

And if it is in writing, idk if it'll be one continuous story, or if it'll be in chapters

Idk!!!!!

#creepypasta laughing jack #creepypasta #creepypasta jeff the killer #creepypasta ben drowned #creepypasta jane the killer #creepypasta laughing jill #laughing jill #laughing jack #ben drowned #jeff the killer #jane the killer #eyeless jack #my writing #hc #headcannons #creepypasta headcanon

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nateslehky · 6 months

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⭐ cribbage fic? either part I love them both

below a cut cause it got a lil long :) fic for reference

come into my ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have me select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

so one thing i struggled most with in this fic is the conflict that happens near the end where nate is jealous and a bit a dick about it. because my overall goal for this fic was for it to be lighthearted and silly (it's about cribbage lmfao), but i also wanted the emotions/actions to feel real and authentic, and part of that is nate being an asshole. so this scene, in particular from nate's pov , was interesting to write just because i needed to find that balance of lighthearted-but-still-real-and-believable-emotions-and-actions.

There’s a stirring in Nate’s gut as he sits across from Cale at the restaurant, both of them donning nice clothes while the flickering candles cast the table in a warm glow. [this is the first time in a bit nate and cale have interacted outside of the rink, and nate's struggling with that especially cause cale is ohhhh so cute] Nate can’t help but wonder if this is the outfit Cale would actually wear on a date to a restaurant like this instead of just a team dinner—or Teamsgiving, as Gabe insists on calling it.

He’s in snug dress pants that hug his ass and a soft, cozy cashmere sweater. [there's a lot more detail in this scene from nate's pov vs cale's, and part of that is because i wrote cale's first so i already had something to work with/fill in, but also cale as a narrator is pretty oblivious to what's going on, like that's kinda the whole vibe of the fic. oblivious and in love.] He looks very datable. [i deliberately included this in nate's pov because in cale's pov of this scene, when nate call's him out he thinks 'Especially coming from Nate. Who clearly thinks Cale is undateable on principle.' it's a direct parralell and another indication that these two are sooooooo stupid at telling how the other feels lol]

So much so, that if Nate were to ignore the rest of the team, he could almost pretend he and Cale were on an actual date. That is, if they were actually talking right now. Which they aren’t, not really. [and whose fault is that, nathan?]

Nate’s chest aches. [oh right, yours]

Beside Nate, EJ is ranting about the complexities of whatever absurdly expensive wine he ordered, but it’s going in one ear and out the other. [more about ej later, but i liked adding him into this scene a lot lol]

Nate does try to listen, but he’s too distracted by Cale and the way he is somehow completely oblivious to the fact that the waitress is definitely flirting with him. She laughs at his polite comments, her hand lingering on his arm as she flicks her hair behind her ear. It’s obvious to everyone at the table, except apparently to Cale. [obviously from cale's pov we get that he's oblivious to this. to him, she's just being polite and doing her job, and he is being polite in return. it mirrors the fact that cale is also completely oblivious to nate's feelings towards him, which of course is something nate doesn't even consider in this moment (or ever)]

Nate’s trying—and failing—to ignore it.

“She’s cute, Cale,” says Mikko after the waitress leaves. “If you ask her out, I think she’d be into it.”

Nate stills, gripping the stem of his wine glass harder than he should. Mikko is correct, she definitely would, but that doesn’t mean he has to say that. He slams back a gulp of his wine, ignoring EJ’s instructions on the proper way to taste the intricacies of its flavor.

Cale flushes, embarrassed, color rising high on his cheeks and low down his neck, below the collar of his sweater. [nate thinks cale is blushing because he likes the girl or thinks she's pretty etc etc.... cue ensuing jealousy]

Nate frowns, the wine tasting bitter on his tongue, matching his attitude.

“Cale doesn’t date,” he says before Cale can answer. [from cale's pov, this is the first time we're even made aware of nate in this scene. cale's entirely oblivious to both the waitress and nate and meanwhile it's all nate can think about lol]

Across from him, Cale takes a sip of his wine, then says, “I date.”

Something suffocates Nate’s chest then, his heart squeezing tight. [Even as Nate does this it makes him feel like shit and he's aware of that, but does it anyway cause he's stupid (both in general and about Cale)]

“No, you don’t,” says Nate firmly.

He isn’t sure where this is coming from, this necessity to make it clear that Cale isn’t dating anyone. The urge to press him, goad him into admitting something Nate knows is correct. [nate is incredibly desperate to be correct in this situation and we all know why lol. his actions stem from a fear that he isn't correct and this guy he's been crushing on is actually in love with someone else.]

“Yes, I do,” says Cale immediately, voice firm.

Who the fuck is he taking on dates? He has never once mentioned a girl to Nate or to anyone else, not in the locker room, not during team outings, not anywhere. That is something Nate would definitely remember. [in both povs of this fic, there's moments/line like this that make the reader aware that both these guys are fucking idiots and they're obviously hanging out a lot even though both of them act like they aren't. Nate knows Cale, both as a teammate and as a friend, and besides the obvious jealousy, there's also a sense of hurt because if cale were dating he would've expected cale to have told him, as a friend, because they're friends.]

“All you do is talk about your stupid board game and the books you read and the shit you get from grocery stores.” [again, this line is another indication that they actually talk quite a bit. and nate pays attention to what cale says. and even though he's an asshole about it in this moment, he actually very much enjoys and finds their conversations interesting]

The screech of Cale’s chair as he pushes away from the table causes Nate to flinch, but he sits still, acutely aware that everyone else has fallen silent. EJ glances between Cale and Nate, his wine glass in his hand, looking bewildered. [i adore EJ in this scene and had a lot of fun writing him in. in cale's pov he isn't mentioned at all except for when cale hear's him say "the hell was that" (and doesn't even know it's ej saying it), but adding him into Nate's pov was a lot of fun and i think it helped break-up the asshole-y behavior from nate's internal monologue in a fun way and kept it more light hearted]

Cale grips the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. “I go on plenty of dates, Nate,” he says, his voice shaking slightly. “Just because I don’t talk about them doesn’t mean they don’t happen.” [this is obviously, as we know from cale's pov, a lie. and nate, deep down, knows it is, but there's also a part of him that wonders and latches onto the belief that it isn't]

Momentarily, Nate deflates, feeling as though he kicked a puppy. He hates the look in Cale’s eyes and he hates that he’s the one that caused it, but the whole team is watching them now, and he refuses to back down. [nathan is nothing if not stubborn] He crosses his arms and smirks, but there’s something coiling in his gut, causing him to shift uncomfortably. [even, and often especially, to his own detriment]

Cale storms away, and Nate swallows before delicately grabbing his wine and taking a sip. [he's trying to play it cool. like it's no big deal that cale's dating and that he wasn't just a bit of a dick]

“The hell was that?” asks EJ, breaking the silence that has fallen over the table. [ej's statement, of course, calls out both of these things haha]

that's where cale's pov of this scene ends, but i enjoyed writing this next bit because as a whole, i think the team is both used to and also doesn't put up with nate's shit. so him acting like this, while weird, is not entirely surprising, even if most of them don't know the context

“Yes, Nate,” says Gabe coldly. “What the hell was that?” [gabe obviously does know the context]

Nate shrugs, looking around at the guys, but no one really meets his eyes.

“I’m right. You all know I’m right.” Please tell me I’m right. “Cale doesn’t date.” [this calls back to the beginning of the scene and reminds the reader that nate's doing this out of almost desperation because he's scared the boy he likes not only doesn't like him back, but likes someone else instead]

ok ok i'll call this quits here, but this was so much fun! thank you for sending <3

#answered #my writing #829

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its-called-homicide-baby · 7 months

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Stay With Me? -- Ticci Toby x Clockwork x Eyeless Jack

A/N: Wrote this back in September for @sicktember 2023!

Words: 807

Tagging: (ask to be added!)

Warnings: N/A

SFW FIC (18+ Please!)

“Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold!” This is what Masky said to Clockwork as she headed into the snowy woods to make a snowman with Sally. It was just after a snowstorm, and it was perfect snow for one. Sally had practically dragged her outside after she put her boots on. Clockwork grabbed her jacket, but she was only wearing a tank top underneath it. She didn’t even remember putting on gloves or anything!

Now, here she was, sick as a dog and bedridden with a cold. EJ pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and studied it for a minute, before sighing. Toby looked over from the side of the bed he was sitting on.

“Yeah, you have a fever, Clockwork.” He looked at her. “That means no work for you.”

Clockwork grumbled and crossed her arms, laying up to face the ceiling.

“This is bullshit!” Her croaky voice still showed how exasperated she was. “I’m not even that sick!”

“Clockwork, babe, you need to rest.” EJ firmly reminded her as he packed up the few medical supplies he brought into the room.

“But then I won’t get anything done!” She huffed, uncrossing her arms and flopping them down next to her.

“Y-you heard EJ, Clocky. You need to r-rest.” Toby softly replied as he leaned over to brush some of Clockwork’s bangs off of her forehead.

“But—“ She started.

“No buts, Nat.” EJ looked down at her as he went to leave the room, stopping to pat her on the head softly. “Take care of her, Toby. I’ll be back in a bit.”

EJ walked out of Clockwork’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind him, leaving Toby and Clockwork in silence.

“This is such ass,” she grumbled, “I hate being sick. This is stupid.”

“I know, it s-sucks.” Toby gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her hand gently.

“What about you?” Clockwork turned to face Toby. “If you stay here with me you’ll get sick! And then Masky, Hoodie, and Kate would be down two proxies! And then what if—“

“I’ll be fine, Nat. Don’t worry about me.” He rubbed circles on her hand with his thumb.

“Hmph.” Clockwork was clearly worried about Toby catching whatever the heck she had, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. She wouldn’t push it, she thought. As the two sat together in silence, her clock could be heard ticking a small tick-tock that was just loud enough to be heard while they sat.

“Ugh. Could you close the blinds?” Clockwork moved the hand out of Toby’s grip and over her eyes. “My head fucking hurts.”

Toby nodded, getting up and closing the blinds, then pulling the curtains over them. Clockwork had blackout curtains. Toby remembered her saying something about how sleeping with any light makes her feel weird. Ah, whatever, it’s not important, he thought

Clockwork sighed as the room immediately was made dim by the lack of sun shining through the window. She yawned and turned onto her side, groaning as her head throbbed with the movement. God, her head felt all sloshy and gross.

“Do you want some time to r-rest?” Toby made his way to the bed, petting his girlfriend’s hair as he took a seat back next to her.

Clockwork’s response was a noise somewhere between a whine and frustration. She was curled up, hugging a pillow, and had her eyes closed.

“Do you want me to stay?” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek gently. He couldn’t feel the temperature of her skin, but he imagined it was warm.

“Mmm yeah…” She nodded at him, reaching her hands out for him to join her in the bed.

Toby climbed into the bed, pulling Clocky close to his chest. She snuggled up against his t-shirt and sighed contently. He couldn’t feel the heat of her body at all, but she was flushed and a little sweaty. He didn’t care, though, he was there to comfort her. Soon enough, her rhythmic breathing turned to sleep.

Toby held her close, waiting for Jack to return, hopefully with something to make her feel better. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead and she smiled. As he listened to Clockwork’s breathing, he soon found himself dozing off into sleep.

They didn’t even wake up when EJ returned with the cold medication. When he saw his partners so snuggled up, he silently pulled out his phone for a picture. They were just too adorable together to not!

He left water and the pill on the nightstand, and made sure to be extra quiet when he shut the door this time. Better to let his girlfriend rest, even if Toby was at risk of getting sick himself.

God, he loved these losers, even if they were a handful sometimes.

#fanfiction #sicktember 2023 #creepypasta #clockwork #ticci toby #eyeless jack #crp #clockwork x ticci toby x eyeless jack #i had to make that tag on a03 btw...hardest shit i ever did for a fic istg

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harryissuchalittleshit · 7 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

So I did six Harry Potter fics for my last one, but I’ve also written for Twilight and Percy Jackson in the past so I thought I would showcase some of my other fandom fics that I’m proud of!

Percy Jackson:

Hey Brother

This is the story of Annabeth and her second-in-command Malcolm. They have known each other for such a long time and have a very close relationship, in many ways they see each other more as actual siblings. Starting the moment they meet up to the moment when it all ends, through quests, through lasting relationships, through families made and forged in hardship, they are brother and sister.

The Homes of Leo and Calypso

This is the first ever PJO story I wrote, after HOO finished up but before TOA started and it is dated as such. I love Leo/Calypso ship and the little family I wrote for them. This is just the many ups and downs I thought they would have as they grew up and as Calypso slowly became more mortal. They move around quite a bit together and have three beautiful daughters and one mischievous little boy. I just wanted to give them a happy little ending.

Twilight:

Child’s Song

This fic got me into Twilight again, it’s basically an au in which “Bella got pregnant with Renesmee in New Moon, found the Cullens, and left her with them”. She goes on to have a life before Edward finds her and they get married and have a little boy. I hate the super fast demon pregnancy, so Renesmee and EJ are more human, tho Renesmee takes on more vampire traits as she gets older and EJ becomes more human as he grows. There’s a chapter and song for each of the four family members.

Junebug

This is the story of how Claire Young came back to La Push and fell in love with Quil Ateara after sixteen years of being separated. Claire gets to be with her family again while she falls in love with the reclusive older man, she rekindles her friendship with Renesmee, and she just gets to be a teenager while living with her Aunt Emily and Uncle Sam. She learns the Legends and her place in them. Part 3 of the Imprint Anthology.

The Angel and The One

Kim and Jared’s story in the pack, how they fell in love, how Kim learns about the imprint, how they grow up together as high school sweethearts. Kim has a lot of mental health issues, but Jared helps her heal and take care of herself. They eventually see their own happily ever after.

Also there is the story of Kati and Jay, childhood best friends that fall in love while separated because of school. They are a non-imprint imprint couple. Both of them know of the magic surrounding them, but neither of them possess it, doesn’t stop them from having a love as strong as their family members. Part 4 of the Imprint Anthology

Landslide

The Jacob/Leah story. This is probably my favorite of the bunch. Pet 5 of the Imprint Anthology, Leah is working forward from Billy’s death while Jacob is stuck back in time before his father died. Just a story about love and grieving told in alternate povs, it made me love these two as a couple and ship it even harder.

Part two is Mackenzie Black moving away to college and falling in love with someone who has no idea what they’re getting into with Mack.

#my fics #percy jackson #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #ask game #still did six fics instead of five #I have trouble narrowing my choices

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robosuta · 1 year

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I just saw your erejean relationship infographic thing and it's amazing.

Do you have any fic recs that resemble that?

Hey! Sorry for the late reply, I am quite busy these days!! Your words brought me so much joy thank you 🥹🥹🥹💖!

I am not sure how to determine how accurate fics are to my hcs tbh, but there are ones that sticked to me personally that I hope you would find enjoyable!! (These are all oneshots + SFW)

This one is quite lengthy but it was so lovely, I loved all of the tropes used in it!!! It's definitely one of my favourite EJ fics out there!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38415043

The next two fics are by @//slicesofapple (they have a tumblr acc here but I don't want to bother them akskqkskss). They have so many great EJ fics that you can enjoy but this one in particular sticked to me because I really think Jean would be the type to have a job that he doesn't have a passion for (and either get fed with it or continue working because it earns him good money), unlike Eren who would have a job that he believes in . I cannot see him having a boring office job at all lol. It's a great sign of well-done characterisation imo!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36368296

This one. Everything about it is wonderful. This is really how they would handle the last name issue. Seriously they write erejean's conflict and fluff so WELL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37262908

The next two are special imo because they were pre season 4, so it was really interesting reading how fans at the time wrote characters conclusions. These are very very enjoyable and well written imo. Highly recommend

I have read a lot of paths conversation fics but this is my favourite. Loved the symbolism in it and how much of an emotional wild ride it was!! : https://archiveofourown.org/works/38331208

Eren's Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12705156?view_adult=true

The last one is an ongoing multi chapter fic (It has nsfw contents!). It's very thrilling imo and I enjoy how the author goes about their relationship in this a lot!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27806632/chapters/68076445

Jean's Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597828

#Ask

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pieroulette · 1 year

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Allo! I would like to say that your work is absolutely phenomenal, the creativity and storyline is so addicting. Really my #1 favorite yandere Heeseung fics I’ve read on the entire web I truly mean it.

I’m kinda assuming route 1 is not going to have a happy ending for (Name) at least. But I was more curious about Heeseung’s route 1 character as a yandere. Only because I’ve become so fascinated by the storyline. I had three questions if you have any time to answer just to satisfy my curiosity bc I truly am about to read the whole series again as I wait for the final chapter. I’m sorry if this is so long I just had to write after becoming such a huge fan of the works.

Hee He seems like he’s naturally a shitty person ( like being rude to other ppl, making the tape, and ofc being tormenting to (name)) but even though he was acting trying to get close to (name) while dating her sister, was there any point in time where the gentleness and kindness to (name) was sincere?

did he always wanted to ruin (name) in his sick loving twisted way or was he only triggered to do what he did (like the game and killing EJ even tho she still had time) when he found out about her proposed betrayal or was he planning on doing that regardless that she was dating him before the concert?

hs seems like the very twisted type of yandere, (trying not to inquire too much bc I know we have the final chapter still in works so I don’t want to spoil) but I know hr loves her in his own way but he seems to find a lot of pleasure when she’s in emotional pain and suffering, would he never care to try to go out of his way to make her smile or actually be happy?

Wow .. just wow omg. Thank you sm for this, I couldn't thank u enough but rlly this paragraph truly makes me happy haha <3 please never apologise for writing lengthy paragraphs like this cuz they truly r precious and I would love to receive them anytime. And I would answer your questions below:

1) HS actually became a shitty human being or turn into a monster when he founds out the truth about MC, and thus it leads to him doing all those stuffs as sort of revenge. It was never natural, it just turn him into one. He's rlly a twisted and sadistic type of yandere, so while he does it most of the time. Yes, he would do everything to make MC happy only if she submit to him and be obedient to him. He showed love in a way that's both twisted yet so caring. Yes, there was those times that he was rlly sincere to her.

2) and the next one, he had always wanted to ruin MC yk, but HS is not the type to go far when it's not necessary or needed in his plans. So when MC pretended of getting fooled by him, it was at that point that he would actually stop. Like that's the end, period. He got her, he ruin her family, and her friendship with EJ, that's it. For him, it's happily ever after!

3) So when he got fooled once again, well yea you know. So in conclusion, he's evil asf if you give him shit or try to ruin his plans. But most of the time he's sincere and kind, only to MC tho. He would anything he could to make her happy, and I actually wrote that in the final EP of ROUTE 1. It just so happens that he's consumed by a little insanity so his way of showing love morphs into frightening one. So yea that's it!

But anon, apparently there's one thing you've gotten wrong along these paragraph and it's a huge spoiler lol. I wouldn't say which one, but I think you could see which one? Anyways, thank you for asking me this, it truly made my day 💗

#myanonz #yuanzfavourite💕

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selkiefinalist · 6 months

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putting in a request for 3, 5, and 17 for the ask meme. (with a bonus...if you have one you haven't been asked but want to answer free space) -patrichornkissed

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

oof, i’d have an easier time ranking them by least favorite. limiting myself to hockey fandom and acknowledging that recency bias likely plays a role here, and also acknowledging that i’m still too deep in post-posting anxiety re your fth fic to really evaluate how i feel about it. but i’d have to either go with that one or made up, which just gave me so much sheer happiness on so many levels.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

back in 2020 when i was just acclimating to hockey fandom i had this idea for a sidgeno post-retirement divorce fic, where sid struggles with retirement, they get divorced, he renovates an entire house in cole harbour, other things. i wrote that pairing exactly once for a fest and found it simply too stressful to ever consider attempting again. slapping this under a cut so as to give you a lil snippet but wow i just opened the doc and there’s a lot more there than i remembered:

Tanger called the night before Sid’s big lunch with Geno, since hockey players were universally the nosiest people Sid had ever known, retired or not.

Sid was at Kent Building Supplies looking at miter saws, which would have been a good excuse for ignoring the call. But it would also be a good excuse for ending the call early if necessary, and he was pretty sure it was going to be necessary.

“Hey, Kris.” He ducked out of the tool aisle. The tool aisles were always busier than the rough plumbing department, with its hundreds of bins of mysterious fittings and tubes. Sid loved rough plumbing.

“You picked up.”

Sid tried not to wince at the tone of surprise there. He talked to Kris pretty often, as far as he knew. “You called me,” Sid said. “What’s up?”

“Not much. What are you up to?”

It was always like playing chicken when someone was calling about Geno — or about Sid, and how Sid was doing in the aftermath of Geno, which was still about Geno in its own way. Who would say it first?

“Looking at PEX fittings.” It wasn’t gonna be Sid, not this time.

Anyway this fic was really just going to be about my extensive knowledge of old home renovation and all those parallels to aging and working on a relationship.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

oh dude for your fth fic alone there was: horse race schedules, love is blind seasons three and four, who was at shattuck when Nate was also there, EJ’s dog names, traditional foods of finland, what do seaside cafes look like, what is the word for how a barnacle clings to something (sessile), big lakes by Winnipeg, big lakes by Denver, spring leaf out schedules for Denver, average temperature in Anaheim in March, types of seals and how long they can hold their breaths under water, the list goes on and on and on

#replies #patrichornkissed #what is writing?#i don’t know her #meme thing #rip to my 2020/2021 wips #there are so many #hockey rpf

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