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peakyscillian · 2 years

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Cillian Masterlist

Cillian Requests CLOSED

Please read Warning on my Main Masterlist.

Nearly all of my storys contain smut.

🤍 Requested 🖤 Smut

Cillian : One Shots

Date Night - Boyfriend!Cillian

Birthday Boy - Husband!Cillian Birthday Morning Treat. 🖤

Comfort - It's the end of Peaky Blinders & Cillian is feeling lost.

Magic - The worse period pains of your life so far? Soft!Cillian can help.🤍

Break - Based off writing prompts, Cillian & Y/N break up. 🤍

Unexpected - Everything that's worthwhile comes unexpectedly. 🖤🤍

Away - Cillian is living in Manchester for PB filming & that results in cute Skype calls. 🤍

Practice - Cillian needs help with a tricky scene. 🖤🤍

Hitched - It's your wedding day & Cillian finally gets to see your dress.(R)

Unwrap - Bad day? Cillian can help you. 🖤🤍 Public - Teasing you in public, Cillian ultimate fantasy. 🖤🤍 Heat - It’s too hot to sleep piled together in a bed.

Backseat - Expanded on my NSFW alphabet wild card. 🖤 When I kissed the teacher - Cillian has a fantasy 🖤🤍 Storm - Fluffy!Cillian x Reader. Needy - maybe you’re just a tiny bit needy.🖤🤍 Scars to your beautiful - an Angsty Cillian One Shot🤍 I miss you - Cillian needs to prove he only has eyes for you. 🖤🤍 Surprise - No plot just smut 🖤 Normal - Sometimes Cillian gets to lead a normal life.🖤🤍 Six Months - It's been a long six months for Cillian 🖤🤍 It's My Birthday - Birthday fic for @janelongxox 🖤 Solo - Cillian needs some alone time 🖤

Spice - Twenty years of marriage, maybe things need spicing up. 🖤🤍

Rebel - Cillian is trying to get his teenage daughter to like him again 🖤

Man Like You - Is Reader too young for a man like Cillian? 🖤🤍

Love Affair - Cillian and Reader fell in-love on set, can they keep it a secret on the red carpet.🖤🤍 First - There's a first time for everything.🖤 Fright - Why did you decide to say yes to Cillian when he suggested watching a horror movie? 🖤🤍 Explosive - Sometimes you just can’t wait. 🖤 From The Start - Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how you’ve felt from the start. 🖤🤍 This Christmas - Starting new traditions this Christmas. Drifting - You and Cillian have been drifting apart lately. Part One | Part Two 🖤🤍 Caught - Mutually checking each other out - can only lead to one thing, right? 🖤🤍 Anxious Darling - Sometimes you just can’t shake the anxiety 🤍

Valentines - Cillian doesn’t believe in Valentines Day, but y/n is determined to make him see sense! 🖤

Easter - Easter with the family. Hungover - The morning after one too many drinks. 🖤🤍 Birthday - Just a filthy one shot for our mans birthday. 🖤

Match - The perfect match.

Babymoon - Cillian just can’t get enough of Y/N being pregnant. 🖤🤍 Daddy's Home - Cillian’s been away filming for months, finally he’s home.🤍 Proposal - Cillian is finally popping the question. 🤍 Sharing - “Because we drank too much last night” 🖤🤍 Part One | Two Medicine - Cillian and family time is the best medicine

Pink - Cillian arrives home early from filming.🖤🤍

Canvas - Reader has an idea, Cillian is definitely on-board.🖤🤍 Merry Christmas, Baby - The christmas party ends with an early christmas gift.🖤

Relax - Cillian knows how to make you relax 🖤🤍 Perfect Valentine - Cillian does something he really doesn’t want to do, so reader gives him something he really likes.🖤🤍 Quickie - A short smutty One Shot 🖤 Award Winning - Cillian actually leaves the house, Cillian’s not winning any awards for his acting but maybe for other things? 🖤

Kiss Me At Midnight - Everyone needs a kiss at midnight 🖤

Cillian : Drabbles

Thighs - Filth from my mind 🖤 Hands - More flith from my mind 🖤 Moving in - A little drabble requested 🖤🤍 Cringe - A drabble 🤍 Back - A little Cillian drabble 🤍 Rain - rainy days in with Cillian & your dogs 🤍 Guest - Wedding Guest Cillian Thirst - Reader introduces Cillian to thirst tweets about him 🖤🤍 Snack - Cillian just wants to eat! 🖤🤍 WAP - Cillian hears that song for the first time 🖤🤍

Morning - Cillian smutty drabble 🖤

Ready - Writing prompt ‘tying your lovers tie’ 🤍 But..what is a dilf? 🤍 Sweethearts - Young Cillian x Reader. 🤍 Selfish - Secretly dating Prompt, for Alex 🤍

Cillian : Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet 🖤 Fluff Alphabet POV: Cillian is your boyfriend this is your camera roll: Part One | Part Two | Part Three 🤍 Memes: Cillian is your boyfriend/husband you send him these memes 🤍

Cillian : Mini-Series/Series

The Date Series : Fem!Reader is set up on a blind date, follow the dates that happen after said blind date. (This will be an on-going series) Masterlist Adored: Cillian Murphy, Movie Star and Sugar Daddy. 🤍 ✨Twenty Five/Twenty Five (Completed) 15.09✨ Masterlist Bend The Rules: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Masterlist ✨Fourteen/Fourteen (Completed) 24.04✨

But a number: Fem!Reader is a young actress but has done a lot with her time in the spotlight, shes also engaged to Cillian Murphy after meeting on set of a movie two years ago, Cillian however is 19 years older than Reader, this mini-series will follow how they handle the age gap, the press and close friends & families. 🖤🤍 ✨Four/Four Completed 17.06✨ Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Family Series: One Day - A day on set, Cillian gets thinking. 🖤🤍 Day Off - Part Two of One Day. 🖤🤍 Oh, Baby - Why isn’t giving birth a mans job? ✨Three/Three Completed ✨

Treat you better: You’re cast as Tommy’s new love interest in Peaky Blinders, meaning you have to do all kinds of scenes with Cillian who you know well from the movie/tv circuit, your boyfriend who isn’t supportive is jealous. 🖤 ✨Four/Four Completed✨ One Two Three Four

Cillian : On hold Stories.

Last year: It's the annual Peaky Blinders Cast New Year getaway, but this year Willow would rather not be there. 🖤 ✨ON HOLD 05/04✨ Part One 02/01 Part Two (S) 06/01

What You're Missing: Reader & Cillian have been so busy, spending time together hasn’t happened, Reader needs to show Cillian just what he’s missing over the course of a week.🖤 Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

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zablife · 11 months

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Hello, Lee! I don't know If you already choose the character to write your fluff fic, but it's a little idea: reader/oc is a bit insecure and she doesn't know if her s/o truly loves her or not (It's a new relationship). Maybe because that day in particular her s/o was busy or tired and maybe was a little rude, but unintentionally! He could never, he loves her. But he was having a bad day. But she decided to say nothing. So, at night when they're in bed he starts talking in his sleep and he says something cute about her: I love you, I need you, idk something nice. And that's when she realises that he loves her ❤️.

No characters. Just something to help you in your fluff era 😅❤️.

I'm Listening

Tommy x reader (Fluff w/ a hint of smut)

"We have to rethink our strategy," you warned. "The Sabini family will be expecting an attack and that puts us all in danger."

"For fuck sake, that was because of your big mouth!" Tommy argued.

"Me? You're the one who angered Darby at the luncheon! Do you really think he'll trust you now?" you asked, huffing out a laugh.

Tommy slammed his hands onto the desk. "Yes, because I fucking say so, Y/n!" he yelled. You jumped at the volume of his voice as it echoed throughout the room. Your fiance could be forceful when he wanted to be and you had to know your place when he decided to assert his dominance. A hush fell over those seated at the table, seeing you both at odds and the meeting quickly adjourned.

Polly found you outside later, offering a smoke and a word of advice. "He knows you're right. Too bloody stubborn to say so," she said with a shake of her head. Softening her voice tenderly she added, "He loves you and he doesn't mean any of it."

"Of course," you muttered as you fumbled with your lighter. You tried to convince yourself of that fact as your driver chauffeured you home, but it was cold comfort.

Tommy didn't arrive in time for dinner. Instead, you ate in the kitchen alone and had a long hot soak in the tub. Then you slipped quietly into bed, hoping tomorrow would be better. Tossing and turning in your sleep, you reached out toward Tommy's empty side of the bed, wishing he would come home.

Then suddenly in the middle of the night, Tommy was there, sitting bolt upright. Panting for breath he called out, "Fuck...I...I dreamt you were gone."

"I'm right here," you said in confusion, sliding closer to rub his chest comfortingly.

"All the things I said today," he muttered, swallowing harshly.

"S'alright, Tom. You didn't mean it," you apologized for him.

He turned to face you, gripping your face between calloused palms. He shook his head earnestly. "I didn't, I swear it. You're my whole world. If I lost you..." he choked up, thinking of the dream he'd had moments before.

The tunnel had collapsed with you inside, buried in the dirt and mud he could practically feel caked to him now. He had called out to you saying he could go on without reinforcing the muddy walls when the supports around him began shaking precariously. His stubbornness keeping him from making his way to you up ahead. Why the fuck hadn't he listened? Tears pricked his eyes as he grasped your hand. "I never meant to lose you, you know," he confessed.

"You haven't lost me, Tom," you said, ducking your head to search his eyes. He was beginning to scare you.

"Good, because I always want you by my side," he said, eyes boring a hole into you.

"I believe you," you assured him, sensing his fright. You took his head into your lap and carded your fingers through his hair until you felt his breathing even out. There were times you knew he wanted to be a better man for you and that's why you stayed, to show Tommy how strong you could be together.

In the morning you woke tangled up in Tommy's arms, feeling his fingertips caress your skin. He smiled at you as he observed your hand resting over his hardening cock, eyes flicking to yours and you smirked back at him. "Someone's happy to see me this morning," you giggled. "Definitely not worried about Darby anymore I see."

"Oi, no more talk about him in the bedroom," Tommy warned playfully, his voice low and still rough with sleep.

As you began stroking him languidly beneath the sheet, you asked, "Going to tell me I have a big mouth again or shall I show you?"

"Cheeky, I like that," he replied as a laugh rumbled from deep within his chest.

Before you could slide down the bed, he caught your chin in his palm and tilted it up to look him in the eye. The flirtatiousness had dissipated and an apologetic look washed over him as he asked, "No more fighting, eh? I promise to listen to you more."

"I like the sound of that," you agreed, pushing yourself toward him for a tender kiss.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x you #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby x y/n #☂️

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tanglepelt · 10 months

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The acts Unmasked

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Danny panics in the alley.

Danny was just lost. Just waiting for some ball to drop.

Why would they help?

The girl, the black bat, gave him chalk and they didn’t bat an eye at frostbite. They just didn’t make sense. No one had ever listened before. He had fully expected them to go back to doing whatever sketchy stuff they were up to on that rooftop. He hoped.

He had also hoped his parents wouldn’t touch Ellie.

That didn’t pan out.

Yet this group actually did.

It was obvious these three were in some type of group. Working together with no need of talking. Non-verbal responses, and nodding of heads are obviously trained. Nodding to one another. It would be three against one. Well, one and dead body weight. Who knew when Ellie would wake up?

The alley had to be beyond cold. Even he could feel it now. His core was free for most to feel. Ellie needed more ectoplasm frostbite and said she just needed to rest and balance out. He couldn’t stand the waiting.

It wasn’t safe. It was always a matter of time until someone found and attacked them. His ectoplasm was already leaking into the air. Mixing with the dead vibe of Gotham.

Batman was slow to approach them. Cautious likely. Danny did go making a few big threats here and there. You know.

Suggesting the end of the world and all.

Danny didn’t really want to hear the man out he just wanted his sisters. Both of them, Ellie was still asleep, and who knows how long it will be and Jazz was off somewhere in Gotham. No matter how much he pushed his ectoplasm into her it felt like nothing was happening. It just wasn’t replenishing as quickly as it had been taken.

Blood blossoms are deadly to ghosts. It makes sense it would take a while to recover.

When the man finally made it in front of him, he discussed moving out of the alley. Getting somewhere safer.

Batman offered two options.

When a spaceship thing in space was mentioned, man Danny really tried not to be in awe. No matter how cool that was, he thinks an ambassador wouldn’t get starry eyes over something like that. Out of everything he went with, why an ambassador?

What did they even do?

Batman did make plenty of points on why staying on Earth could be bad. With the passing of the acts, the United States wasn’t safe. No duh, they literally bought his little sister. Plus, there was the whole extraction thing Jazz had mentioned at one point. Ellie was probably... maybe… at least equivalent to a fugitive.

Total not his little obsession with space acting. It's not his fault ghost cores required them, once he fully recovered from the operation he’d have more control. It’s just like how little kids have issues regulating their emotions. His love of space just happened to be his problem. Danny wasn’t a kid he just really had to focus on not being distracted by it. He was a master at focusing.

So, it was just the logical decision to agree to go to space.

They just needed to find Jazz for him first. She was no doubt worried, and she’d help keep Ellie safe while recuperating.

And…. Well... hopefully Jazz could help him tell Ellie what was going on.

How does one say oh… yea… by the way you’re a princess. The core transplant kind of made you a member of the royal family. We just didn’t bother to tell you that part. And you may have been outed just a tad bit even before you were aware. Oh… and by the way. Don’t out me as royalty as I did to you. That just wasn’t going to go well.

Jazz had warned him to let her know. Not to just spring it on her as the council did to him. She at least wouldn’t have Fright Knight showing up in the middle of movie night announcing himself as bodyguard to the king.

The trio had thought Pariah was back and coming to take them on.

It was such a great way for the council to inform him of his position. 0 out of 10 would not recommend it.

Fright Knight just kept following him around. If he was human frighty, was invisible and hovering. The dude did not appreciate Dash at all. Frighty wanted to send him off to his nightmares. Proclaiming how he was bound to serve and protect the royal family. Which he didn’t get the whole bound to the royal family nonsense. The man just had no chill in his humble opinion. Danny just wanted peace and quiet, not the fright knight announcing him to all his rouges.

The faces he got were almost worth the annoyance. The look on the box ghosts face had been his favorite.

Frighty had stayed way too long.

It took weeks to convince him he was fine.

Only for Vlad to ruin his peace after Ellie first came into existence. Fright Knight had made a second appearance after finding out he had been cloned.

Danny blamed all of it on the fruitloop for destabilizing the king's core and forcing Danny into this position. The old king never would of been freed, and Danny never would have absorbed Pariahs core. He could in fact wait to be king. Vlad just had to try to gain power from the ring and crown.

The Fright knight had been ready to throw hands at the fruit loop. At first, following the madman around after the events of Pariah's core fizzling out. Returning to announce himself as Dannys supposed body guard crown and ring in hand. Only to then offer Danny the chance of disposing of him, after the reveal of the whole bodyguard thing. At first, he was very confused by the question.

Like why had frighty offered?

Danny had no intentions of sending Vlad to the nightmare realm for all eternity.

The fruit loop just needed to calm down.

Just like Danny needed to calm down.

How long does it take to find a person? Why haven’t they brought Jazz to him yet? He gave them her university and the location of the apartment, what more could they possibly need?

He just had to be patient. Once she got here, they’d all ditch this death-filled town. Not just out of the country. No someplace off the earth.

Space.

It was totally the safer option. Yea… jazz, she would definitely agree. mentioned extradition in previous contingency plans. So, like. Other countries are not that safe. They needed to be prepared for anything.

Honestly, there had been no good ideas.

But SPACE. That’s a new one. That’s an unknown. Never before had they considered that option. In theory, he didn’t need to breathe when ghost. At least he is assuming. They tested it underwater once. No issues there. The cold of space wouldn’t even bother him. His cores base was ice after all. The cold only bugs him when he bottled up his powers.

He should test his theory and just fly to space. Wait no. There was that spaceship thing.

This was apparently on a thing called the watch tower. But they couldn’t leave the alley with the agents yet. He had no guarantee that Jazz would be with them if not.

Ellie needed to wake up. Jazz needed to show up. He was getting antsy.

The agents still remained. Restrained as they were.

Batman claimed people were coming to collect them. To at the minimum move them. Jack and Maddie were already taken away. A person who had hardly given a second look at him and Ellie. They deserved the Harsh treatment the man in red gave them.

Words were spoken between the two. But man, he didn’t care what they had to say.

Batman had just grunted at him. Like he didn’t approve or something.

He didn’t even feel bad that whatever was coming for them would be far worse than the prison. Walker may be obsessed with his made-up rules but overall, the prison wasn’t that bad. Jailbreaks were easy enough from there.

Now Fright Knight on the other hand has an entire nightmare realm who knew what else they had in the realm? It would be handled by someone else. Frostbite had always assured him that they would get what was coming for them. Honestly looking back that was more said to himself than to Danny. Frostbite had been waiting for this moment.

The dungeon at Fenton Works had nothing on the one in the king's keep. That’s an entire area he avoided when there. Gave off tyrant vibes. Slowly it was morphing into his personal preferences, meaning fewer torture devices. Hopefully, that lower level entirely disappeared.

He did not need to think about the keeps torture chamber. Nope. He needed to focus on the alley. Where even less agents remained. He needed to focus.

There was no one else to rely on.

It was just him to protect Ellie. Can he actually trust this guy? The dud has kept away from him, which was nice. But adults don’t care. When Spectra gave the school the ghost flu, the adults just accepted the answer with no care. Jack and Maddie caused property damage left and right with no citations. The GIW just come into town, and they all just accepted it. The acts hadn’t passed but no one batted an eye.

Why was he just going along with this?

He needed to leave.

No, he needed to-to… Needed to breathe. He needed to stay calm. Ellie would wake up. Jazz would show up. It all would be fine.

Where were they?

Honestly. What was taking this long? He wanted Jazz.

Not to be in some alley with a man who wanted to be a bat.

Did one of the agents twitch? Yeah... definitely.

He wouldn’t let them get her again. Never to one of their labs. He has stopped them before. The ghost hadn’t even know what happened. That exams table was never used.

Three months of attempts at capturing another speciemen.

Three months of stopping them.

If they ever got one, they were free within an hour.

It had been so easy when it was just his donors. HE never thought the first four months would have been so nice. Only dealing with the ghosts and blundering oafs of his parents.

Nocturne had been such a snooze.

Undergrowth only needed to chill out.

He had even kept Vortex from leaving Amity.

He’d rather take on the three ancients than see one of those rooms again. The GIW twisted it all. Weapons designed to sting and hurt. To linger and fester. The pure white of the room.

Barely avoided that disaster.

How many times had this universe just had to make a name for itself? Why study ghost here? WHy force a hole through reality? just why get noticed by the realm?

Why couldn’t he just focus on what was happening in the alley?

Danny still hasn’t told the council about the missile. How could he? It would have destroyed the realm and every other dimension. It would have ended everything in just a blink of an eye.

Wouldn’t that make this place an even bigger threat? Would the stopping of the GIW even save the planet? Would this even work? Where was jazz? They were twitching. He couldn’t help but despite how close she already was but pull her in closer. The air dropping in temperature even more. She needed to wake up. Why did his donors have to be like this? If they had listened even once. This wouldn’t have happened. Jazz and he went off on them over and over. But of course, no they didn’t listen. Facts vs science, with the “science” oh so falsified and based on personal beliefs, and don’t get him started on The GIW just shoot first and wouldn’t listen, shot after shot. No one ever helped no one ever liste-

Breathe

He’s human right now, that’s right. The air was important for his human half.

Did Batman just have to remind him to breathe? The dude really just reminded him of a vital bodily necessity and then backed off. Which he means. Well, it’s actually nice. Not to be hovered over.

Did someone just groan?

Ellie, she just groaned.

She was still half asleep, but awake. He couldn’t stay in the alley. It had been too long. Too much time had passed, and his ecto signature ran rampant in the town. Just because the agents o and k’s groups were down. They had plenty of others. It would only be a matter of time until they were found out again. The air was thick with his own ectoplasm the GIW had multiple ways of tracking it. Amity just had too much residual to get anywhere specific unless you used the boo-meranang. That was a direct tracking device.

That device at the least had been in the lab. It should have gone out with a bang.

Who knows what else his parents had sold to the government? Anyone willing to sell a child of any dimension had no morals.

Danny managed to ask the bat about Jazz. According to the bat, Jazz wasn’t in her dorm or the apartment.

She was probably out looking for him. She’ll summon frostbite eventually, At the 24-hour mark, as per the agreement with the realm. A whole shebang he argued against for hours which he lost. The realm insisted on knowing where he was and how he was. They needed check-ins, updates, and everything under the sun.

Which come on. If the realm can force a crown on him, he should be allowed to do as he pleases. He can't be that bad.

So, what if he did the same with Ellie? She is only 12 and has a non-existing and unstable core. He didn’t care that Jazz agreed with the council Danny was nearly 16 it was not necessary. This wasn’t about him tho.

He just had to focus on Ellie.

Get away from the alley.

Get away from amity.

Get as far away from his donors as far as possible.

Dragging a half-asleep sister into space was the best solution. The bonus of space. No risk of extraction as there was in a separate country.

Seeing as there were no more blood blossoms, no chains, and not even any attempts to secure him and Ellie. If this was a trick….. well it would be a good one. He was still confused about who exactly the league was, only having one group's perspective was not ideal.

He blames Jack and Maddie. The two didn’t believe the news, it was all fake. No newspapers, nothing. If only Sam or Tucker was here maybe, maybe they would know who they were. The Batman was just watching him, waiting for him to give his okay. It was just odd. No, forcing him the guy wasn’t even forcibly starting a conversation. Just the one time when he was panicky and even then, it was just one word and then answered his question about Jazz. Just patiently watching.

It was now or never. Danny, holding the bulk of Ellie’s weight as she moved had at least nodded in response to leaving the alleyway.

Out of all the ways they could end up in space, he wasn’t expecting some form of teleportation. That was the one skill he had yet to see in the realm. The question he’s sure Tucker would be asking is if it’s science or magic. He really needed to get ahold of Sam and Tucker.

More things just kept popping up.

But He could see the stars.

So much better in space than any observatory he had been to. Amity didn’t have the best one around. All the lights from the lab, the constant green glow from the town border. He swears sometimes he can even see a dim green glow in the sky. The green light pollution really lost sight of the stars.

How could anyone focus with a view like this?

It was so amazing. So vast. Stars aplenty.

THUD

“Danny focus” Did Ellie really have to smack him on the back of the head? “You can fangirl over space later.”

He wasn’t that bad… it was just space. The stars were just so bright. His donors took away the possibility of becoming an astronaut. He could always fly up, but that wasn’t the same. Right focus.

Rapid blinking and shaking of his head… right. Not going to look at the windows or everything around them. Definitely not going to look twice at what appeared to be an obvious alien. No ecto signature so he couldn’t blame the green skin on that. Didn’t feel human either. They were in space. Anything was possible.

Shoot... yea focus.

Oh man, he really most overused his powers. His head was absolutely pounding.

No, not focusing on the random headache. Focus on Ellie and the weird ship in space. They were in an unknown situation. Ellie still wouldn’t be able to transform, so the air was a must. No noping off into space for them.

His momentary lapse of focus had unfortunately definitely been noticed. He was definitely selling his position of power. Well, the observants called him unfocused and immature, so yea this track.

Batman and the green man were looking at him. Ellie was just giving him her version of Jazz's disappointed look. It was adorable. He couldn’t help but notice the man in a trench coat, who felt all sorts of messed up. Human but something more was up, he felt split up? Yea, split up that felt right.

That man was just staring Ellie down. His face went from confused to a very concerned one. That look when you know you messed up. Could he tell she wasn’t fully human?

No… man why can’t he focus.

Right, Batman had a room for him and his sisters to wait?? Rest... honestly not too sure. He didn’t really ask too many questions, just knew that Ellie needed to get off earth not in the realm and they promised to bring Jazz.

Concerns for a future date. Preferably when he could freak out with Jazz and after the whole princess reveal.

He just had to follow them. Ellie was more aware at least. Her sass was back so that was good. He just needed to follow them. Not look at the stars in the windows. Why were there so many windows in space?

Now Ellie was elbowing him. He lost focus yet again. Why did she elbow him? Oh…. they were at a door.

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keithsandwich · 7 months

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Memory

Mature

Pairing: Keith x MC (Emma)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Marking, Suggestive Content, Lingerie.

Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore.

Day 2 - Biting/Marking

Thank you so much @nightghoul381 for proofreading ♡

Dainty hands rolled up the sheer, delicate fabric of the stockings up her thighs. It partially covered the purplish marks he had left on her skin last night. Keith let out a little disappointed sigh.

It wasn't that he didn't understand him. Emma was simply irresistible, making it hard to contain his most visceral desires, too. Her sweet scent lured his mind to endless fields of sinful thoughts, and the slightest touch of her skin felt like paradise. Something he had never even dreamed of having to himself, and now that he had experienced it, his body desperately craved it.

Emma rendered him famished with a hunger befitting a lifetime of starvation. It was a herculean task not to devour her whole.

Keith fought this urge with everything he had, however. For her love was his precious paradise flower, more fragile than those silk stockings she was so gently putting on, and he feared the violent raptures of his needs could tear it apart.

He didn't want to hurt her, but this worry didn't reach him. He was so careless with her…

Emma turned over, her surprise at seeing him standing there while she dressed only lasting a fraction of a second. Her beautiful lips curled up with a most sincere smile. Careless, too, as if the marks on her skin didn't bother her at all. Each little casual step she took towards him contradicted his fears.

She wasn't hurt.

She wasn't scared of him.

She didn't mind what happened last night.

Keith shuddered for many reasons when Emma's feet arched up so her arms could envelope him in her warmth. She had only a rosy lingerie on, and her uncovered skin pressed against his body. His eyes darted away. His hands hovered over her, not quite touching. There was an overwhelming longing to pull her even closer, to kiss her lips and take her to bed again so he could love her, over and over. But there was also an overwhelming guilt for his actions. And the ever present fright of repeating them himself.

"What's wrong?" Emma sought his stare with worried eyes. The same hands that softly handled the stockings now touched his face with infinite tenderness.

It was hard to resist, but it was harder not to look back at her and open up his heart to the woman he loved. "I'm sorry, I-" Keith quietly brushed his fingers against a mark on the crook of her neck, under the shadow of her hair, but still showing on a closer inspection. "He wasn't gentle with you last night…"

"Ah, this?" Emma covered that portion of her skin with her hand. Her cheeks were now red and her smile was wider than before. Keith realized that she wasn't hiding the mark, but feeling it.

"I like it, actually," admitting out loud made her giggle bashfully. "It makes me feel… Desired."

His brows furrowed with confusion. How come something so inconsiderate makes her feel like this? "Do you want me to show you?" She offered, as if sensing his conflicted thoughts, and Keith couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Emma kissed him, her hands burying into his hair and slowly losing their softness. As the kiss deepened, so did the passion with which she pulled him against her, and reacting in the same intensity became irresistible. Tongues waltzed together to the sultry sound of their moans. Keith pressed her waist so tightly she gasped. Their eyes met. She licked her lips and placed moist pecks on his neck. His mind was lost in that dreamy estate, of perfect flowers blooming just for them.

Keith was so inebriated in lust it didn't hurt at all when her small mouth suckled on his skin. He held his breath, the warm and tingling sensation sending shivers down his spine.

By the time he gathered himself to open his eyes, Emma was attentively looking at that spot on his neck that was between her lips until seconds ago, her eyes shining somewhat proud of her doing.

"See? This moment will be in your skin now for a while. Hope you'll remember it whenever you see it…"

She lovingly caressed the mark she left on him with her thumb. Keith chuckled softly. She was right.

The memory of the love they shared that morning would linger, and the silk stockings remained intact even during their passionate lovemaking.

#visions of temptation 2023 #keith howell #ikepri #ikemen prince #keith x mc #keith x emma #mdni #fanfic

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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I’d like to request a Jack Russell x Fem reader confession/get together fic. with #1 & #60 pretty please.🥺

Where reader has magic healing abilities (anything she touches heals, but it makes her sleepy if she uses it to much, and her own injuries heal automatically) maybe she confesses to an injured & clingy Wolfie Jack while she’s healing him with pets & cuddles not knowing he’d remember it later on..👀🤭

Could be Fluffy, or could be Spicy..🥴

Maybe ending in Ted and Elsa sipping Tea together (perhaps they had a bet on how long it’d take for Jack & reader to get together, they totally ship it..)😆

Prompt 1- I love you, I hope you know that.

Prompt 60- are we really just friends?

Prompt list

“You got any queens?”

“Go fish.” You replied, watching in amusement as Elsa adds another card to the already thick stack in her hand, murmuring curses under her breath whisky doing so. “Ted, you got any Kings?” You asked the man-thing who pinched two cards within his comically large fingers as he handed them to you, claiming his victory over you and Elsa for the fourth consecutive time. “Unbelievable,” The hunter threw her share of the cards down on the pile, crossing her arms over her chest, “how the fuck are you this good at Go Fish?” She asked Ted as he only shrugged his shoulders but his crimson eyes gleamed with a smugness before picking up and shuffling the cards in preparation for another game.

You couldn’t help but smile at their interactions, basking in the warmth that they gave you whilst you waited for a certain werewolf to come back from hunting. Speaking of which, you found yourself inclined to look over at the forest Jack had disappeared into earlier; the smile on your lips had long since slipped off in exchange for that of a worried frown. Your hand instinctively reached for the coat that hung over your shoulders, clenching the fabric tightly as though it would slip through your hands like sand. Jack had left it in your care before he vanished, along with it was a promise he made to return to camp before you all turned in for the night.

Elsa only suggested to play Go fish because she coincidentally found a pack of cards within the pockets of her coat, that and she wanted to get your mind off of Jack’s whereabouts before you lost yourself within your overwhelming worry. Ted also picked up on your sudden lack of concentration on the game, he would catch you glancing now and then out towards the woods with eyes filled with hope. It was like watching a dog waiting for their owner who was never going to come back. The pair shared a look whilst your attention was elsewhere, to them it was clear as day that you loved Jack more so then words can describe. It was also evident to the duo that Jack felt just as passionately about you as you did him; Neither of you were good at hiding how you truly felt but yet built up an false narrative for yourselves that blinded you both from the truth and prevented the chances of anything more coming from your relationship.

Having had enough of it, Elsa reached across and grabbed your knee, causing you to flinch out of fright before calming down once you realised who it was. “Stop staring out into the forest like a lost puppy dog, Jack will be back in due time, until then you just gotta trust him because you worrying isn’t going to make anything go quicker.” You knew Elsa was right, you knew you shouldn’t be worrying as much as you have and allow yourself to put complete faith in him and his abilities but deep down something didn’t feel quite right. No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with Go Fish, your mind would always go back to Jack almost every time. You sighed, placing a hand over Elsa’s, squeezing it ever so slightly. “You’re right, he’s a werewolf for fucksakes, he’s more then capable of taking care of himself.”

It was obvious to Ted and Elsa that you were saying these words more so to yourself then to them in an attempt to tricking your brain into believing them. Into gaslight yourself to believe that what you felt in your gut was a misconception for hunger or something else rather then intuition. It wasn’t the most healthiest of methods for certain but Ted and Elsa were all short on ideas on how to help. That was until Ted stared gesturing for you to get in the tent behind him. “That’s nice of you and all Ted but I’m not in the mood to sleep-“ “oh just get into the tent y/n, me and Ted will wake you when your lover comes back.” You immediately tense at her teasing words. “He’s not my lover.” You rebutted. “You sure about that?” The hunter asked, “because I’m pretty certain that isn’t your coat that your wearing is it?”

The coast in question did in fact belong to Jack but he had given it to you before he left. When you had asked him why, the poor man barely stumbled his way through a sentence before coming up with anything believable. You swore you never saw a man go through so many stages of being flustered as Jack did. “He told me that I should keep it safe for when he gets back.” You justified, keeping a tight grip on the coat that smelt like cinnamon, pine, morning dew that clung onto grass with a hint of wet dog. Elsa didn’t seem convinced as she merely raised her eyebrows and smirked, “oh if that’s all it is then why don’t you let me take care of it-“ “No!” You exclaimed loudly when Elsa was about a mere millimetre away from snatching the coat from your shoulders. Ted and Elsa looked at you with wide eyes, shocked and embarrassed by your outburst you immediately stood up from your spot near the campfire and made your way to the tent. “I’ll be taking that nap now, wake me up when Jack arrives.” You said before zipping the opening shut behind yourself.

“Christ they’re hopeless.” Elsa started when she knew you were fast asleep. ‘probably cuddled up in Jack’s coat.’ She thought to herself as Ted made a noise of agreement. “They want to kiss Jack so badly it’s making them look stupid.” She continued to rant though it only because she wanted the best for you and Jack. You both along with Ted had gotten her out of some shit soon after claiming the bloodstone as her birthright and while she was capable of handling her own, she was grateful of the help you had given to her. Ted proceeded to make a series of noises describing how often he was the middle man for you both when it came to admitting your hidden feelings for one another. He has grown numb from how many times Jack had talked about the littlest things you did that he thought were cute alongside with you echoing the same line of thought but for Jack.

“I hate to say it Ted but I think it’s about time we stepped in-wait…what is that?” Elsa stopped herself from finishing off her thought as her eyes caught onto a large, hairy silhouette slinking towards them, obviously in pain. Ted looked to where Elsa was gesturing towards and with a single glance, he was already up on his feet and moving over to the silhouette, allowing it’s hair coated body to collapse into him out of exhaustion. Elsa, weapon in hand, soon caught up to them and got a good look at who has wandered into their campsite, ready for a fight but stopped when she recognised the brown eyes filled with pain that stared back at her. “Jack? The fuck happened to you out there?” Jack only whimpered as his injuries began acting up, smelling the air and locking onto your familiar scent before pushing himself away from Ted and towards the closed tent.

“Wait! Jack, they’re sleeping don’t-“ It was already too late for warnings as Jack impatiently sliced open the tent flap with his claws before collapsing to his knees next to your sleeping form. Even when sleeping you were still a sight to be seen to Jack as he gently held your cheek in his clawed hand. The size comparison of your hand to his was one of the main factors that fed into his need in being protective of you. Unlike him, you were more prone to getting hurt then he was in due to your healing abilities but more specifically when you overexert them, causing a great deal of fatigue and sleepiness on your behalf. Jack would claim he was never a selfish man but with you, he wouldn’t mind being called the most selfish man alive if it meant getting to be the only person to witness you wake up first thing in the morning or watch over you as you fell asleep at night. He just wanted you and your imperfectly perfect self.

“Jack?” You said softly, having heard a thud extremely close to your sleeping bag, opening an eye to see a pair of big brown eyes stare back at you before fluttering shut as the werewolf fully collapsed onto the floor, seemingly unconscious. “JACK!” You exclaimed, getting out of the sleeping bag and began to heal him of his wounds by combing your hands through his fur. Luckily the wounds weren’t deep but you didn’t want to risk an possible infection occurring later on. “I told you to be careful this time,” you scolded, though still keeping your healing touches gentle and featherlight when skimming over some particularly nasty looking bite marks, “I fear my heart can’t take it when you come back to me like this.” You whispered. “I know this is off topic but I need to get this off my chest before it suffocates me. Some days I can’t help but think ‘are we really just friends?’ Because the way I act when your near isn’t that of friend would.” You admitted, firmly believing that Jack couldn’t hear you in his current state but if you had looked close enough, you would’ve noticed his ears twitching at the sound of your voice.

“I feel lost whenever your away, I fell while when your by my side and I get this warmth within my chest when I see you laugh or smile in general, wishing that I could be the one to make you laugh hard and smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. To me, you look the most pretty when you smile. Ted and Elsa give me shit for looking out for you but who else will? You always looked out for us so I thought it was only fair to repay you in kind. At first I thought of it as an normal thing that friends did for one another but now, it’s more then I could’ve imagined because,” you looked at his serene face, “because as it turns out, I love you. I hope you known that.” It felt weird confessing your feelings when he wasn’t even conscious but it was better then being faced with rejection and ruining your friendship indefinitely. Once you had healed Jack of his wounds you placed his coat over his body and were about to go back to sleep, when two arms reached out and caught you in their embrace as you were then pulled back so that you were pressed against Jack’s chest. Worried that he infect might’ve been conscious during your confession, you were about to profusely apologise but stopped when you felt him nuzzle your neck and staying there. “Goodnight Jack.” You whispered, holding his hand in your own as you fell into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning arose as Jack cuddled himself closer to you, tightening his grip whenever he felt you shift before placing an kiss on your shoulder out of impulse. “Good morning my love.” He whispered, placing another kiss to the base of your neck. “Jack.” He heard you say, “yes, y/n.” “Did you…did you happen to hear anything last night? Anything I said to be more specific?” Jack smiled to himself as he remember every heartfelt word in your confession, vowing himself to hold it close to his heart forevermore. “I might’ve but my memory might need jogging a little.” He teased as he lifted himself just enough to get a look at your flustered face before you hide it behind your hands. “Oh my fucking god.” He heard you groan which only made him laugh harder as he pulled at your hands, just enough for him to prep some light kisses against the skin there. The sudden abundance of affection you were receiving wasn’t helping you calm down whatsoever, seeing as it proved in rectifying that Jack had, in fact, been conscious during your confession last night. The fact that he hasn’t rejected you, like you feared he would, and was instead bombarding you with kisses and cuddles only served as proof that in way shape or form, he reciprocated.

“So…are we like lovers now?” You asked him, not wanting to misconstrue anything and Jack felt the same. He brought your hands to his lips, prepping the palms with little kisses before bringing them over his shoulders as he nuzzled himself into your chest, craving your warmth more so then ever. “We are whatever your comfortable with us being. We can go as slow as you like for forcing you into something you don’t want isn’t my intent. Though I must admit I thought to be having a fever dream when you confessed.” Jack chuckled sheepishly, “I didn’t think someone as sweet and as beautiful as you would ever go for someone like me.” He looked into your eyes, seeing how they stared intently at him, making Jack feel more seen then he ever had in a long while. “Now that I know it to be true, I only wish to be selfish with you heart and guard it from those thinking they can easily take it from me.” Without thinking of much else, you held Jack tightly against you so he wouldn’t see the tears glimmering in the corner of your eyes. “Just let me hold you a little while longer before we head out, please.” Jack closed his eyes as he basked in your scent that he knew off by heart. “I have no qualms with that my love.”

Bonus:

“I believe I won the bet.” Elsa said proudly, smirking behind her cup of coffee as Ted made a disgruntled noise of that of a sore loser. “Oi, we mutually agreed that whoever won the bet would get first dips on where we eat tonight.” Ted huffed, sipping on his tea as a silence lingered between the two of them before the hunter decided to pipe up, “how about sushi?” Ted cried out in agreement as Elsa playfully scoffed, wondering how she managed to get stuck with the three of you.

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Cryptid of Smallville Chapter 3

Hey ya'll, this has been a long time coming.

First off, I want to thank everybody who liked and shared! I'm not great at talking to people but know that everything has made me so happy and warms my heart so much that I can barely put together words.

Secondly, I will be writing more, but I definitely won't be able to keep any sort of schedule. I already have a good part of the next chapter started and though it's definitely going to be a shorter one, it will still be good.

Finally, this beast of a chapter. I wrote the first 3/4 of this chapter about a week after I finished the first chapter and then began to second-guess myself about whether people would want an entire chapter dedicated to a lore dump. I fought with myself for literal months before I finally sat down and was like, "You won't be able to do the rest of it until you get this one done, it's important". Finally this morning I sat down and plugged out the last bit of the chapter and after looking everything over again I decided to just post it before I lost my nerve.

Please let me know any critiques you may have, I barely edited this. Thank you so much for the support!! <3 Here's the AO3 link

For as long as he can remember, Danny has always been fascinated by space. Something about the fact that each star out there being home to other planets and all the different things on those planets just tugs at his curiosity. To make it better, it’s infinite, so he can just keep learning about new places for as long as he’ll live. Which might be forever, but he’s trying to not think too hard about that right now.

He wonders what the members of his Fright are up to right now. Jazz it probably trying to psycho-analyze Vlad who claims that his days of evil are over with and that he plans to just be the chill uncle to both the Fenton children. Tucker’s probably hacking into the GIW again just to mess with them. Sam’s probably planning a protest to try and get some of the anti-ecto acts repealed while Mom and Dad help with the research to back her up. Ellie is probably still hanging out with Pandora learning how to fight ancient style. Danny sighed, most of that sounded really fun, and he really wished that he could learn to fight alongside Ellie. He missed his totally-not-twin.

Right now, Danny is basically on vacation until his body is back to being 16. He basically can do whatever he wants, but he does have to go to school to keep up appearances. He’s allowed to use his powers whenever, but not where anybody can see. Which typically means he’s not allowed to go into low orbit to look at the stars because that’s just a bit far for the Kent parents' tastes.

They compromised with the roof.

So here he was, at the highest point of the Kent family home staring up at the night sky with little to no light pollution and not a cloud in the sky. The Milky Way was on full display as the stars all twinkled above. One thing he noticed pretty early on is that despite this not being his planet Earth and dimension, the constellations are the same. He tracked his way through all of the astrological signs, pausing a moment on Libra as he pictured himself as the balance with morbid humor, and then through the popular ones like Orion and the Big Dipper. He glances next to him a moment later when someone settles down on the roof with him.

“Hey Clark, what’s got you up?” Danny asked, turning back to face the sky. It’s been about five months since he started staying with the Kent’s and he’s forever grateful that they’ve been so kind and understanding with him.

“Not much, was finishing up studying for this new unit in science when I noticed you were up here. Heard you sighing, what’s got you worked up?” Clark sat with an arm braced on his knee and the other behind him staring up at the sky as well.

“Just thinking about what my Fri- family is up to. I know time works differently here and it’s probably just been a couple days or maybe even hours for them, but I miss them a lot. They’re a crazy mess, but they’re my crazy mess, ya’know?”

Clark glanced down at Danny, the kid looking a bit lost. He shifted so he was leaning back on both of his hands. “Actually no, I mean, it’s just been me and Ma and Pa out here before you came along. I don’t really have friends at school that I’m close with.” He paused for a moment, staring straight out across the fields. “Mind telling me about them?”

Danny whipped his head toward Clark, scanning his face. “Are you sure? You don’t have to listen to me ramble, I know I can go on and on, and I don’t want to bore you or anything.”

Clark chuckled, “Nah, go right on ahead and tell me about your family and friends, it’d be nice to hear about the people who helped make you, well you.”

Danny paused looking at Clark’s face for a moment before he blew out a breath and turned away to look at the sky.

“My parents are mad scientists,” Danny started. “Not in the ‘we’re building a thing to take over the world’ way, but in the ‘this sounds insane but it’s somehow real’ way. They’re the leading scientists in Ecto-biology and Ecto-engineering, also known as the study of ghostly behavior, biology and the properties of ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is both an energy source and the material that ghosts are made of. They make all kinds of things from weaponry to shield generators to tracking devices all based on ectoplasm. Their crowning achievement however was the portal.” Danny paused here, debating how much to say. “They built a portal to the afterlife in the basement of my childhood home, and it’s the reason I have ghost powers.” He decided to not get into the fact that he walked in and had a whole dimension pulled through him as the portal opened, no need to scare poor Clark.

“Lab safety has always been a thing that was more like guidelines than actual rules in the house, so since growing up in that environment, it led to myself and my family getting contaminated with ectoplasm. I definitely have it worse off than my family members, but each of them has something that’s just a bit off about them. Like my dad lifting things he probably shouldn’t, my mom moving just a little too fast, and my sister does this thing where she’s looking at you and it feels like she’s looking at your soul and it takes her just a little too long to actually blink and then she’s psychoanalyzed you and knows all your secrets. It’s unsettling, but we just live with it. I had a bit of an accident so I got more contaminated which is why I can fly and do other ghostly things.”

“Must be great having people around who’ve studied ghosts and everything when you have ghost powers. If you have them, why were you left with us? Wouldn’t it make more sense to have you stay with your parents who can handle it if your powers get out of control?”

Danny winced at this, “It’s kinda complicated. So I have some responsibilities in my dimension that I kinda need to be bigger for. I have all my power, and who knows maybe going through puberty a second time will make them grow more, but for now it shouldn’t be much. I’m mostly here to get something of a ‘normal’ childhood and to wait it out until I’m my full size again. It’ll be weird because by that point I’ll technically be 26 but hey I’m not gonna have to go through all the ‘adult’ things I need to do, just need to lay low and do some fun kid stuff, maybe do better in school this time around, maybe I’ll be able to pass high school when I get back. Maybe I’ll work on learning some stuff that could be useful like karate, that could be fun, we could do it together! Since we’re both strong we wouldn’t have to hold back against each other!” Danny excitedly looked over at Clark. It was hard to see in the light of the full moon, but it almost seemed like the freckles on Danny’s face were glowing green in his excitement. Clark smiled at his excitement.

“Yeah that sounds like fun, we can ask Ma and Pa together tomorrow.”

“Yeah! It’ll be great, maybe when I get back I can show off that I’m a black belt just like mom. I can show Ellie all my new moves while she shows me what she learned from Pandora.” Danny smiled to himself and yes, those were certainly glowing freckles.

“Who’re Ellie and Pandora?” Danny stilled for a moment, the freckles dimming a bit. Should he tell Clark about the whole clone thing? Should he mention that he’s friends with what basically amounts to gods?

“So Ellie’s like my younger sister/cousin, we are very close and everyone says we could be twins, she’s a bit of a free spirit and is traveling a lot of the time. Right now she’s spending some time with Lady Pandora. Does your dimension have the myth of Pandora’s box?” at Clark’s nod Danny continues. “That’s her, she keeps the horrors in a box that she keeps locked down pretty tightly in the GZ, there’s a whole labyrinth and everything. I did have to help her one time when someone got a hold of it, not a fun time, but hey it was one of the first positive experiences my parents ever had when dealing with ghosts so there is that. Pandora has become something of a doting awesome aunt who can and will teach you how to fight if given the opportunity.”

They lapsed into silence for a bit, Clark content to just sit there while Danny gathered his thoughts.

“Let’s see, I talked about my parents, Ellie, Pandora and a little bit about my sister. So Jazz is the most amazing and overbearing sister known to all kind. She has her heart in the right place, but Ancients if she puts me in soup-time one more time, I’m gonna figure out a way to do it to her and see if she likes it.”

“Excuse me, ‘soup time’?” Clark was baffled. “Actually a few things you’ve mentioned have me confused, what is the ‘GZ’ and why say ‘Ancients’ like it’s a curse word?”

Danny looked sheepish at that. “Right yeah, I forgot, I’m just so used to talking to people who know. So the GZ is also known as the Ghost Zone, the Infinite Realms or the afterlife. Basically it’s a dimension connected to all other dimensions and houses the ecto-entities of the worlds. It’s where all the afterlives are connected together and there are also, like, gods or god-like beings, which are the Ancients I mentioned, there as well as monsters. Basically anything that gives off a whiff of ‘spooky’ is probably connected to the GZ in some way.”

“So your friends in the corn fields?” Clark trailed off giving a dubious look at the fields.

“Yeah, they’re technically ecto-entities. There are places that the veil between thins and sometimes things crossover. Like, I saw in one of the aerospace books that you also have the Bermuda Triangle as a thing, a lot of those incidents are from the veil thinning there and some natural portals opening up into the Infinite Realms. Sometimes they come back out, but it’s likely going to be a different time period than they first went in.”

“So, ‘soup time’?” Clark asked, getting Danny back on track.

“Right! So, you know how I mentioned that my parents make some crazy things? Well some of those things are containment devices, but there’s one that works the best out of all of them, and that is the Fenton Thermos. Basically it’s bigger on the inside and can suck in and hold an ecto-entity until it is released, usually through the portal. It’s very cramped and not a great feeling and my sister is rather clumsy so when she first started helping me, she accidentally sucked me into the thermos six times. Six times! Like I get it, sometimes somebody’s aim can be a bit off, but she kept getting me and not the ghost that was attacking! She’s gotten better and can and will join us on patrol if need be, but she’s more like a backup and also our field medic. She’s going into psychology and stuff for school, but she also wants to be a certified emt, it really couldn’t hurt in our town and with what I do.” Danny paused here, seeming to think about the fact he wasn’t home patrolling his Haunt. “Hey Clark, would you mind going for a short fly around the property with me? I need to move a bit.”

“Yeah, sure we can do that.” Clark got up and waited for Danny before making his way down towards the ground. “So you mentioned patrol? What’s up with that? Also do you have any friends you hang out with?”

Danny started flying in a set route and Clark followed along, curious. “So, you know how I have powers and whatnot, kind of obvious now that we’re actually flying.” Danny and Clark both snorted at this. “So not all things that come through the portal in my basement are good things. I fight whatever comes through and send it back where it came from. Most of the time it’s just animal ghosts that don’t know any better, but there are also ones that know full well what they’re doing and seem to just want to make my life worse. I mean, can’t Skulker lay off me for long enough for me to finish an essay? Honestly.”

“So, you’re a hero, is what you’re telling me? A vigilante?” Clark asked, and watched as Danny scanned the horizon for anything weird. Well, at least weird for Danny, which, on second thought, Clark decided he would just pay attention to the child-teen next to him. No need to see things not meant to be seen.

Danny glanced over at Clark, “Yes, though it took a while and some misunderstandings for the town to accept that I’m there to do good. There was an issue with mind control and then the mayor was possessed, it was a whole thing, I’ll go into it later. Anyway,” Danny turned down a path between fields. “So I talked about my parents, a bit about my sister and the basics of ghost stuff, how’s about I talk about my best friends in the whole world?” He smiled at this, a fond wistful thing.

“So my best friends are Sam and Tucker, and Valerie is getting there. We had a bit of a rough time before she realized I was the ghost boy she wanted to fight. It was a whole thing, but we’ve figured it out. We’ve got a truce going and she’s starting to hang out with us more and trains with us when she can. She’s this badass hunter in a red power suit with a flying surfboard, it’s really awesome. I mean, it wasn’t when she was unknowingly working with my nemesis, but the suit is now tied into her own ecto-signature so he can’t take it back from her now.”

“So I guess that brings me to my best friends in the whole world, they’ve been with me since before all of this and have stood by me and kept my secret before I told my parents. Tucker is the best hacker that I’ve ever met, and I know a ghost who literally can become electricity. He’s a self-proclaimed carnivore and will not eat veggies unless they’re with an almost equal portion of meat. He’s also the reincarnation of an ancient Pharaoh and will inherit a domain in the GZ when he passes on. He’s been helping out my parents with some of the tech they make and also keeps all our data safe. He also has been working with some people in the GZ to update our tech, specifically stuff for tracking and also medical stuff for ecto-entities. He may hate hospitals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t help when it’s needed.” He paused for a breath here before he basically sighed out, “And then there’s Sam.” His freckles started to glow again when he said her name.

“Sam is awesome. She’s a vegan and a goth and can and will absolutely beat the afterlife into anyone who messes with any of us. She has some level of powers following an incident that had her possessed for several days, but mostly it’s stuff like enhanced strength and speed, nothing too alarming, and juuuust a touch outside of normal for an athletic human, but she also can take and recover from hits almost on my level. She can talk to plants and grow them very quickly and when needed during a fight she can sprout out vines from the ground to help take out enemies. She’s set to take control of a part of the GZ as well when she dies, just as a princess, but still. She’s really smart and knows all this stuff about mythology and the kinds of things that we end up fighting a lot before the rest of us realize what it is and she’s a great shot too.” Danny seemed more content now than when Clark first came out, and while Danny had been right to warn him about the rambling, he found he really liked it when Danny was talking about the people he loves and things he knows about.

“So, what other things do you want to do before you go back? You already mentioned karate, did you want to learn anything else?” Clark asked. They started to make their way back to the house since they found nothing along the edges of the property.

Danny thinks for a moment. Learning new other combat techniques wouldn’t be a bad idea, but he can always learn from masters in the Zone. On one hand, learning politics wouldn’t be a bad idea, but he has a feeling that it’s probably different in the Zone than in the living world. On the other hand, he was told to treat this time like a vacation, meaning he can just enjoy himself and pursue his hobbies here.

“Well, I haven’t really had the time to do my hobbies or major interests in the last couple of years, so I guess I could do that. I’m not sure where you are with video games, but I’m sure they’re nowhere near what I’m used to, but building model spaceships and maybe I can try out flight simulators at museums. I’d love to learn to pilot, but right now I have the body of a six year old, so that’s gonna have to wait until I’m bigger. I’ve been a bit interested in the mechanics of things too, my dad’s shown me how to solder computer parts together, so I wouldn’t mind learning about how electronics and engines work. I’ve always wanted to be an astronaut, so I’d have to learn some of that stuff anyway.”

“Oh, one of our neighbors has a small plane he uses for crop dusting and sometimes for fires or rescue things if the police or firefighters need his help. We can see if he’d be willing to take us up sometime! I think there’s an aerospace museum in Metropolis that has a flight simulator, but it’s pretty far away, we’d have to go in winter when we can leave the farm for a day, but I’m sure Ma an’ Pa would take us. I’m sure Pa would be happy to teach you about the engines of the truck and the tractor too, though he might not let you do anything except hand him things until you’re older. As far as video games go, I’m not sure what they’re like there, but we only really have an arcade with some fighting games that are pretty cool. I mean, the Mayor’s kid has a home gaming system, but they’re hard to get around here.”

“Aw man, I’m gonna end up spending all my allowance at the arcade aren’t I?” Danny groaned as they made their way up the stairs of the house. Clark chuckled, swinging the door open. “But yeah, all that sounds awesome! I hope we can convince your parents to let us do all that stuff.” Danny yawned. “I think it’s time I actually head to bed though. Tiny baby body needs sleep.” Danny floated his way up the stairs, too tired to use his legs and not wanting to wake the Kent parents with the creaky stairs. “Hey, Clark?” Danny asked.

Clark turned back to Danny, about to head to his own room. “Yeah Danny?”

Danny smiled a small smile. “Thanks for listening to me, I think it helped with me being homesick. To, you know, talk about them all. I do wish I could see them and hang out with them all, but I’m glad that I’m here too. For the first time in a while I’m not responsible for anything, I can actually be a kid.”

Clark smiled back at Danny, “Of course, I’ll listen anytime.” He thought for a moment. “You mentioned before about responsibility, you mean the hero thing right?”

Danny nods at first, then tilts his head to the side for a moment. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, it’s not just that. I’m also to be the King of the GZ when I’m old enough.”

Clark’s face drained and he landed hard on his feet. Breathlessly he asked. “King of the GZ? You mean the dimension that connects all the dimensions? You’re going to be King of it all?”

Danny just nods then sits criss-cross in the air. “Yeah, gimmie a sec, I can make the royal getup appear, you might want to shield your eyes, it’s a bit bright.” Danny called forth his newest transformation, the one that came to be when he agreed to become Crown Prince of the Realms. A bright white light similar to an aurora with static on the edges appeared at his middle and hoarfrost seemed to spiral outwards as the light passed over his body. Left in its wake is medieval looking armor.

Chainmail that seemed to be made from frost under a breastplate of black metal with his logo etched in silver. A cloak that started as a slippery black faded on the edges to look like the galaxy itself was trailing after him. His bracers were a pale silver and the clothes beneath his armor were a black leather-like material. He had white leather boots that went up to his knees and had the same pale silver metal tipping the toes. Above his head an aurora circled and little flakes of snow would drop into his hair like falling stars. Danny himself changed also, he stayed a six-year-old, but his skin faded to a light blue, his freckles began to glow a bright green as they had earlier. His eyes changed and glowed with a similar green light, and his hair turned white as snow and seemed to float as if in water. His fingertips were a deep navy and clawed, his canines elongated and his ears became pointed. On his finger there appeared to be a ring made of onyx with a gem so bright a blue that it almost hurt to look at, though it didn’t seem to light up the place more than Danny himself.

The most startling thing to Clark however, was not his appearance. “Danny, why don’t you have a heartbeat?” he asked, projecting as much outward calm as he could muster while being twelve and internally freaking out.

Danny seemed confused for a bit before he seemed to realize something. “Oh, right, so right now I’m a ghost, and as a ghost I don’t have a heartbeat, you should be able to hear some sort of almost rhythmic buzzing though, that’s my core, it’s similar to a heart and brain for ghosts.” Clark listened closer and relaxed once he found the buzzing sound. It reminded him of the sounds of a plane engine in the distance.

“I also completely forgot that I never showed you my ghost form, so one sec, this one’s a lot brighter, I definitely don’t advise looking at this one.” Clark decided to listen this time, as the last time hurt his eyes.

In a flash of bright white light, Danny appeared once again differently than before. He kept the green eyes, snow-white hair and glowing freckles, but the rest of him looked more like his human form, albeit wearing a black and white full bodysuit. The suit itself was black with the stylized DP logo, white boots, white gloves and a white belt. Danny’s skin was a more healthy tan, though still a bit paler than his human form.

“So this is my usual ghost form, I’ve been able to change into it since I got my powers and it’s why my parents didn’t know I was who I was at first. It led to a lot of miscommunication and getting grounded even though I was out saving the day. Things have gotten much better since they learned about me and then looked at their research and realized a lot of it was wrong. I’m really proud of them, they looked at all their biased papers they had written over the years and instead of doubling down or letting it ruin them, they instead found a renewed vigor and are learning all they can. They’re releasing paper after paper correcting all the assumptions they had made now that they aren’t blinded by their prejudices.” Danny had a soft smile on his face as his eyes and freckles glowed brighter thinking about his parents. He yawned again. “I think I’ve dropped enough info on you for tonight though, so I’m gonna head to bed. You should too.” Another bright flash and Danny was back to being human, feet firmly on the floor.

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Sleep well Danny.” Clark appeared to have reached his limit for processing things as he put some dots together. As he lay awake in his bed he realized that Danny is going to be a king to literal gods.

And he thought his math final was stressful.

Part 1 Part 2

#dp x dc #dpxdc #fanfic #long post

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6lostgirl6 · 2 years

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Hey bestie can you please do a part 3 for spitfire!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 I NEED MORE OF READER AND THE BOYS!!!!!

Spitfire Pt. 3

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

TW: Gore and Cursing

You have been dating the boys for a few months and they were the best months of your entire life. They made you extremely happy and always kept you on your toes which you wouldn’t have any other way. However, you did run into a few problems within your relationship.

For example, you were only able to meet with them at the boardwalk at nighttime and they were private about certain things about them. Then, whenever you would stay the night with the boys in the cave, they wouldn't let you see where they slept, wouldn’t take you out on dates on certain nights and would make sure you were home before the sun came up.

Tonight, you were beginning to be fed up and needed answers for their behavior. You wanted the relationship to work and you loved them to death, but it couldn't continue like this any longer and you would get answers no matter how you were going to get them. The boys were out again, saying something about getting something to eat and that they would be back to the cave later. You were already pissed that you had to wait for a majority of the night for them every other week.

Therefore, an hour after they left, you decided that you were going to follow them. Which is exactly what you did as you walked down the beach, your eyes gazing down the sandy path as you continued your search. However, after a while, you were thinking of heading back. That was until you heard something in the distance. In the distance the noises continued and after a second you realized what it was.

Screams.

Concerned, you rushed towards the source of the screaming, your knife strapped in your boot which made you feel more safe. The sounds led you down a more secluded part of the beach and what you saw made you stop in place. Completely frozen.

There was a campfire flickering as someone would have been messing with it earlier to keep the flames large. However, it wasn’t the flames that captured your attention. It was the blood and dead bodies scattered across the beach and there they were. Your boys.

The scene playing right before your eyes should have sent any normal person screaming and running for the hills, begging for a sense of safety after what they have witnessed. However, you could only stand there and watch, frozen in place and unable to look away.

The group that were once singing, joking and laughing were now screaming in pure terror and pain as the boys played with them like fragile toys and feasted upon them like they were nothing more than annoying pests. The music playing on the radio began sounding like white noise that couldn’t register in your mind. You could see Marko forcing a man onto his knees before he proceeded to scalp him, grabbing his hair and pulling with his bare hands. The man was already dead, but Marko couldn’t help but continue disfiguring the corpse. Dwayne broke a girl’s neck from behind before sinking his teeth into her, ripping her throat out and blood sprayed along the beach, staining the pure yellow sand into crimson. Paul noticed a man trying to crawl away before he quickly grabbed his ankles, pulling him back and pouncing on him, breaking his neck like a toothpick. Lastly, there was David. Being slightly away from the rest of the boys as he feasted upon a girl that couldn’t even scream, her blood spilling from her throat and stomach completely torn from the inside out.

“G-Guys…” You muttered, the words barely slipping past your lips from the fright you were feeling. Your words may have been near silent, however, it sounded as loud as a car horn because all four boys turned towards you.

They weren’t human, you clearly understood that aspect. How could any normal human scalp someone with only their hands, and tear into someone’s throat without any issues. However, when they turned towards you in urgency, your answer was clear. The campfire illuminated their faces, their monstrous yet angelic faces. The orange light emphasized their red and yellow eyes and glistening fangs that shone bright against the darkness of the beach.

“Fuck, baby, we-” Marko quickly dropped the body like it was suddenly contagious and tried walking over to you, slowly in an attempt not to scare you, “It’s not what it-”

The others followed behind him, eyes trained on you and never seeming to blink as they stalked towards you. Their vampiric faces only make it worse. Were you meant to be next? Simply because you accidentally stumbled upon them killing people?

“No! You stay right there!” You backed away, your eyes flickering to each of the boys as they stared at you in shock and slight anticipation on what you were probably planning on doing next.

Marko paused in his step, following your orders despite how much he wanted to pull you close and convince you that everything was alright. The others did the same despite David’s obvious displeasure in staying away from you. However, you needed a minute to understand so he decided to oblige.

Paul hastily tried wiping his bloody mouth with the sleeve of his coat. “Sugar, you weren’t supposed to see!”

Marko nodded at Paul’s terrible attempt at soothing and continued on, “Come on, babe! Don’t be upset, we need to eat!”

You crossed your arms and sighed, slightly irritated. “Eat?! I’m more pissed that you kept this from me and I had to find out by seeing you kill people! What happened to sitting at a table and discussing like normal people?!” You turned your face away. “And fucking blink already!”

Paul looked down, rapidly blinking which made him look a little silly while having maroon stains all over his clothes and skin.

Dwayne tried to comfort you, “Sweetheart, we couldn’t risk scaring you. That’s the last thing we want.” He stepped closer and gripped your arms, not tight to hurt, but tight enough to mean that he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. His face returned to normal when you turned back towards him.

You huffed and pulled away, “Sure was a shitty job!” You shook your head and started turning to walk away. However, you were instantly caught by none other than David. His face was no longer vampiric as he stared you down firmly.

With an arm around your waist, his other hand gripped your chin. “Try to see it from our point of view. We couldn’t expect you to understand, especially not so early into what we’ve got goin on between us.”

You blinked in confusion, staring up at him as you tried to process what he was saying. “You…think I’m mad about you being vampires? About killing people?” You asked, pulling away slightly and turning to the rest of the boys.

Paul was confused, his brows furrowed. “Is that…not what you’re upset about?” He asked, his hands on his hips as he waited for your response.

You felt your face heat up from the constant attention from your boys, your vampire boys. “Well…” You rubbed the back of your neck, “I wish I was told sooner because I find it…rather cool actually.”

The boys stood there in silence, your words registering in their brains and replaying it like a broken record. You found it cool, them killing and eating people…rather cool. The first one to break the ice was Paul, laughing quietly to himself and looking at Marko. Marko could only stare at him before he began to join in, nudging Dwayne as the laughter grew louder.

You glared and crossed your arms again, “What’s so funny?!”

Suddenly, you felt hands grab your waist from behind and your back press against someone’s chest. David leaned down, his lips against your ear as he chuckled darkly to himself. “You like this huh, baby?”

Dwayne stepped closer to you, his own hands gripping your sides above where David’s own were placed. He pressed his bloody face against your exposed neck, nuzzling into your skin. “You could join us, princess…”

You smirked and stroked the back of his hair, the inky strands wrapped around your fingers as you played with them. You gripped his hair tightly which made him groan slightly against your neck. “I wouldn’t oppose it.”

Paul and Marko quickly joined you, each standing next to you with wicked grins across their human faces. Marko gripped your arm, pulling it towards him and pressing slow kisses against your skin. Paul followed Marko and pulled your other arm towards him, simply using his nails to stroke your skin, leaving ticklish sensations over your arm.

“And why’s that, darling?” David asked, resting his chin on your shoulder, head tilted towards your neck as he inhaled your delicious scent and pumping blood flowing through your veins.

You chuckled, “So it would be easier to hurt people.” You answered, turning your head to press a kiss against David’s lips. “So, change me before I change my mind and slip away.”

Instantly, their faces morphed into their vampiric faces, growls slipping through their lips as their eyes of ruby stared you down. Without another second, all four of them suck their fangs into you, Dwayne and David on opposite sides of your neck while Marko and Paul did the same to your wrists.

After the change is complete, you would become theirs for eternity. Nothing would be able to sever the bond that the five of you have made with one another. This night was proof that your love was everlasting and something made of complete sin.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #poly!lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #keifer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter

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fanfic-gallery · 1 year

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hahaha got it! 😆 so may i request a poly!gn!mc x the demon brothers, where mc is acting moody (like, one second they’re happy, then they're crying, then they're mad, etc) and the brothers have no idea of what's going on, till they figure out mc is on their period? and then all of them start pampering mc or something like that? 😊 feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. take care!! 🥰🥰

a human secret

who knew that the worst combination during the time of the month was a mixture of cramps and good ol’ mood swings, they surely didn’t think so [or even knew so—]

✎ demon brothers x afab! reader

|| poly, [slight] hurt/comfort, fluff

|| cw : mentions of blood

✎ manager's note : when can we get lovely bois like these to take care of our every need? sigh.. jk lmao, still, super superrr cute idea anon! actually if this post gets enough likes, i might even make a part 2 with the dateables??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who knowsss, guess you gotta give a like to find out ˋ( ° ▽、° )

“..p-pardon, pfft—” his response bounded in laughter, lips quivering with a smile as pearly white lashes fluttered with bits of tears. asmo huffed a pout; cheeks puffed, amber hues alongside several others behind him lurking, staring daggers at the fellow sorcerer, who show barely much signs of tuning down his approach to the brothers whole situation. day after night after day of just booking in and out of your sorry state of a room with remedies, snacks, anything after lucifer had deemed you sick from your agonizing whines of bitter pain from the pits of your stomach.

nothing seemed to work however.. most lost in the little out breaks of emotion you would rain down on them when things turn to shit. mammon had been the first; half empty glass of iced juice splashed and spilled over your bed dresser, your arms curled against your abdomen harder than before, annoyed groans turned to full on whimpers muffled under thick sheets. “mammon.. just- just leave.. your help, is.. much appreciated—” your tone morphed to sobs, your stuffy nose as clear as day in the ears of the greedy demon; his heart ached, head sinking in self pity.

yet no sorrowful gratitude can compare to a moment with beel; his ass landing right on your carpeted floor with a pillow laying right beside him, bits of it’s feathers dancing along the tense air, the perfectly sculpted sandwich laying in pieces right before his very eyes. the pupils of your eyes stormed in irritation, rage, utter bitterness, ones that only satan or lucifer themselves would hold. for the first time, he felt every sort of fright towards you, fingers steady yet hesitant to drag across your cheek, to comfort you within his arms.

“what’s so FUNNY?!” thumping footsteps making their way towards solomon only for a hand to stop them in its place; lucifer glared, red irises burning holes into mammon’s own, who in turn, creeped back with hands raised to his chest as a sign of surrendering. “solomon, darling, this isn’t the time for one of your jokes- this is serious- this is about our dear Y/N here!?” with a last huff, he flashed back a smile; eye lids closed into a grin. “do you all truly want to know the cause of my laughter~?” impatience nibbled at the eldest’s flesh, a lowly growl escaping his lips. “if you wish to live to see another day.. i expect you to get a move on..”

“of course, hahah~ you see in the human realm...”

“mmm..” you groaned, head still mushed into the confines of your now flattened pillow. you had barely rose from your bed since morning; your stomach running a rampage underneath your skin; heat set blazed as your sex was squished between the warm cotton surface of your pad from a few minutes ago. drip, drip, drip. fluids of your own making seeping into the absorbent fabric of your bottoms.. and your sheets. “nonononoNO— uGHHH, just my fucking luck..” crimson red stained a patch of your mattress (your freshly, dressed mattress you had cleaned a few days before), it’s colour spreading the longer it stayed.

“stupid period cycle.. well, might as well get a snack while i’m at it—” you mumbled, dragging another pair of clean undergarments and comfy sweats before tugging at the bedcover of yours and heading to the kitchen. silence filled your ears after the door clicked closed, only the sounds of your humming was heard through the halls and down the stairs; your feet stumbling slightly with your vision barely visible from the unfolded white cloth in your hand.

“where are the others anyway.. it’s been at least a few hours since they left..”

you flicked at the light switch. essence of brewed congee flooding your senses; snacks, from sugary to savoury, stacked on top of one another piling up in a mountain. beside it, a gigantic tumbler alongside heating pouches used to warm one on a cold winter’s day. “what.. is all, this?” you muttered under sniffles, taking steps forward to breath in the sweet porridge. “surpriseee!” a sudden grip of arms wrapped around your waist, their scent laced in in favours of strawberries and cherry.

“a-asmo! everyone..” cheeks flared up as hands brought up the nick knacks from across the table before you, some even butting heads with one another for your slightest attention; yet, none can compare to what drew you in the most. standing before the kitchen doorway, blues and purples blended in black leaning against the doorframe; shimmering silver disappearing back into the shadows with a smile plastered on his lips. “solomon..”

“we do apologies for not realising your condition sooner— ” lucifer started yet ended with your subtle chuckle echoing the room of painted cement. “no need to be! i should be the one saying sorry for lashing out at the stupidest reasons— ” you continued only to be stopped by the many other voices within the kitchen, all deny your claims out burst except for one..

“munch, munch.. mmm~ so good!”

“bEEL— cut that out, we bought all this wasn’t for you to stuff your face in!?”

“Y/N.. i heard warmth mellows out the pain, why don’t we go cuddle in the attic to make you feel better?”

“oH NO YOU DON’T— ”

“sigh, hahah~ what am i ever gonna do with them..~”

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TTTE AU: Cockade the Actor

Recently, I’ve been playing around with an au!Diesel 10 that fits into a more RWS-type world. Known as D810, or Cockade, he isn’t villainous or bigoted against steam engines. This is in part because he noticed a growing disdain for diesel-hydraulics such as him, thus realizing he wasn’t in too dissimilar of a boat.

Where most of his class didn’t survive, Cockade did. He was a warm, affable engine who endeared himself to many people. He was also something many of his siblings weren’t: a minor celebrity.

Ever since a background appearance in a local commercial, Cockade wanted to be an actor. He pushed to appear in more commercials, instructional tapes, and TV episodes B.R. used to drum up good PR. These amounted to only several seconds of screen time apiece, but he loved it. He loved becoming a character, embodying part of a story. He thought it could help him work toward the silver screen.

And eagle-eyed rail fans recognized him in all his roles. He developed a small following that advocated on his behalf, working to get him — and at his urging, as many of his siblings as possible — preserved.

He never lost his passion for acting, nor his dream of a “big break.” So when the producers of a project called Thomas & The Magic Railroad came knocking, he all but threw himself at them.

His heritage railway loaned him out to the producers, who gave him his character’s — Diesel 10’s — livery and excavator claw. His enthusiasm and flair for dramatics proved infectious on set. He had only one serious hiccup: he tried method acting.

He didn’t mean any harm by it. He only wanted to try out a new technique; he wanted his first ever film performance to be his best and most convincing. But for all his good intentions, acting like his villainous character 24/7 got on everyone’s nerves.

Thomas, playing himself in the film, got fed up. “Do you want to ‘method act’ some bent buffers, too? I can help you with that.”

Cockade stared at him. “What?”

“The script calls for it, doesn’t it?”

“But that’s — oh. Ohhh.”

It was the wake-up call Cockade needed. Embarrassed, he apologized for his behavior and saved his acting for the cameras.

While still somewhat miffed at first, Thomas softened after Cockade helped him through some stage fright without any judgement. Cockade respected Thomas’ tenacity and sense of responsibility in turn. The two had a similar sense of humor, making each other laugh between takes and teasing the others.

He and Thomas also became close to Sarah, a recent custom-built engine cast as Lady. She gave as good as she got with their teasing, while also becoming interested in the technical aspects of film production and writing. Her perspective on something in the script was always fresh and helpful (even if it was critical).

The engines playing Splatter and Dodge — who didn’t have names of their own, and liked their characters’ names enough to adopt them — came out of their shells at everyone’s encouragement. They loved to ad-lib scenes with Cockade, and they contemplated going into improv comedy once their work was done with TATMR.

A good time was had by all. Cockade felt very satisfied with himself and the overall production, delighting in having so many new friends and connections in show business.

And then the film bombed at the box office.

These days, Cockade says it was a valuable lesson: there’s a lot of moving parts to a film production, and nothing can be perfect. You can only do your best with the part you have. What matters is that you had fun and you gained more experience.

It took him some time to absorb this lesson, though. He wondered if he could’ve done something more, if he could’ve helped. He feared this was the end of his career.

“I’ve been working towards this my entire life,” he said late one night. “I had plan, a vision, of my career. This was my chance at the big time. And now that I’ve had a taste of it, it’s all up in smoke.”

Sarah nudged him. “You read the books, yeah? Look at how many times Mr. Number One over there messed up. He’s still doing alright.”

Thomas only rolled his eyes a little. “My foul-ups did me a world of good, actually. I wouldn’t be famous if those stories didn’t get out.”

“Besides, so what if that’s it for your career or whatever?” Splatter asked. “You’ve been at the bottom.”

“S’not so bad down there. You’ll have us, for one,” Dodge said, grinning. “And if you went up that incline before, you can do it again.”

“…I can,” Cockade said after a pause. “Thanks to all of you.”

In the end, lots of people still liked his performance as Diesel 10. At his request, his heritage railway put him back into D10’s livery for “Day Out With Thomas” events. He auditioned and got to act in other, smaller productions. While typecast as a villain for some time, he considered that a small price to keep doing what he loved.

He still visits Sodor every now and then, both as himself and as Diesel 10. Thomas is always happy to see him. They often chat about how Sarah’s doing as a railway consultant in television writing. Other times, they listen together to Splatter & Dodge’s latest improv comedy podcast released online.

Cockade’s big break didn’t go as he imagined it, but that’s alright. He doesn’t need the glitz and glamour of Hollywood anymore to have a fulfilling career. To him, the fulfillment comes from the wonderful people he meets along the way.

“And failure is never forever,” he tells people, smiling. “It’s always an opportunity — if you let it be one.”

#ttte #rws #ttte diesel 10 #d810 cockade #b.r. d810 #ttte thomas #ttte lady #ttte au #rws au #my aus #ttte splodge #ttte splatter #ttte dodge #ttte d10 #my au #tatmr #tatmr au

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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hii, i have a request for eddie munson x fem!reader-

eddie and reader had a unspectacular evening (watching a movie or whatever) and went to bed. eddie wakes reader in the middle of the night up with kisses bc he is in the mood (maybe he had a dream👀) and yk IMAGINE HIM BEING NEEDY-

(only if your comfortable with that)

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐔𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱

Currently going through a Sad Time with my IBS so writing this is just self care at this point. Wish I had an Eddie that would wake me up in the middle of the night with kisses tbh

MINORS DNI istg I will go feral and not in a good way

Sometimes, all you and Eddie wanted to do in the evening was watch a movie, eat some greasy pizza, and cuddle up in bed

Fright Night had been the film of choice that evening because Eddie fucking loves that film and loves vampires. He's lost count of how many times he's watched it

You'd both smoked before going to bed because it helps him sleep through the night

However, weed also makes him even more horny than usual so he'd woken up in the night with a raging hard on

He'd had a very pleasant dream about having slow, lazy sex with you backstage after a Corroded Concert

He'd unfortunately woken up part through and now he was very hard

Normally he would've just jerked himself off in the bed or the bathroom, but you were right there next to him and he wanted you so badly that touching himself just wasn't going to be enough for him

That's why you were woken up at 3:18am by the sensation of soft, warm lips pressing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck with Eddie's chest pressed against your back

When you were fully awake, you noticed something hard poking against your lower back and you realised why he was waking you up like this

When Eddie gets needy like that he likes when you take control, so naturally you pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, making sure to grind against him

Eddie also whines a lot when he's that needy, meaning you got to hear him whining and begging you to just fucking touch him or fuck him or do something to him

Sex with a needy Eddie is usually had and fast with you riding him and bouncing on his cock while leaving long, pink scratches down his chest

He'll be talking such filth during this too

"Fuck, baby, your pussy's so fucking perfect", "yeah, that's it, bounce on that cock, princess", "gonna cum so fucking hard and it's all for you", "you feel so good, baby, please don't stop"

His back will arch off the bed as he cums

And this boy cums hard when he's needy and ridiculously horny like this

You usually go a few rounds when he's like this bc he loves the feeling of being overstimulated

Bonus point is you call him your needy little slut while he's begging for you to keep going

When he's cum a few times and can't take much more of being touched, he'll eat you out and get at least two orgasms out of you as a thank you for making him feel so good

(That and he lives and breathes for eating pussy, especially when he's already cum inside you)

#spicy content #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #smut #headcanons #headcanon requests

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[9 Fanfic] Singing among the Stars

One must learn to see past their mistakes, and take them as learning opportunities, learn to like making mistakes.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains stress, a fear of other ppl’s opinions/stage fright, and anxiety. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

Despite the chaos in the world, you can still find happiness within it.

Something that felt almost impossible to come by.

All while the war between man and it’s creations goes on outside, three little ragdolls; 3, 4, and 5, reside inside a small abandoned theatre.

It was late in the night. The silence of the world creeped around the state. It’s terrifying, yet soothing. Despite the calm, the storm is soon to be raging on again.

“3? 4?” 5 calls out. “You ready for bed?”

5 scours around for the two hooded twins, but they seem nowhere to be found… where did they go?

…They didn’t leave, did they?

As 5 peaks behind a small curtain, he spots the twins.

“There you are!” Says 5, relieved. “What’re you doing in—“

5 cuts himself off as he looks up at the projected image coming from a nearby projector. He stares up, just as the twins are.

The film being played is that of a man sitting on a small stool. He appears to be playing the guitar, and singing. The man’s soothing and timbre sound echos through the small room. He even appears to be playing in the same theatre the ragdolls were in.

5 couldn’t help but stare at the man. He was completely awestruck. He had never seen or heard something so wonderful.

It was inspiring.

The twins then looks back to see 5. They move back a bit, startled. They, very much, were not ready for bed. They eventually relax as they notice 5’s lack of movement.

5 smiles a bit. “…Actually,” He begins. “We can stay up a bit longer.”

5 then walks to the twins and sits by them, happily looking up at the film, that same smile still plastered on his face. The twins also look back up, smiling.

The elder of the three dolls continues to remain awestruck. Inspired…

…5 wants to do that…

—

It’s been years.

Years since 5 and the twins had to flee the theatre due to a sudden attack on the area. Years since 5 and the twins met others of their kin. Years since 5 and the twins joined their kin in a cathedral, a sanctuary, fit for them.

…Years since 5 had gotten injured during the war.

He had lost an eye.

It wasn’t something another of the kin couldn’t fix, however.

With the help of 2, a kind healer and inventor, 5 was able to be patched up and adjust to his one eye. He actually prefers having one over two now.

After that, 2 and 5’s relationship blossomed. 2 became 5’s mentor, 5 became 2’s pupil. They had a relationship that resembled that of a father and his son.

They did many things together. They built a Watchtower at the top of the sanctuary together. They built a telescope together.

They normally created and built things together. Although, 5 begins to change this pattern…

2 works silently in the workshop he had cobbled together. It was a workplace for himself and his apprentice, where they both normally worked. Where 2 would teach 5.

5 slowly enters the workshop, pulling back the fabric entrance and letting himself in. He slowly approaches 2, not wanting to disturb him.

“…Hey, 2?” 5 asks. “Can I use some of the supplies you have?”

2 looks away from his work and back to 5, a smile on his face. “Of course you can! Why do you ask?”

5 hesitates to answer. “…I wanna make something with them.” He says.

2’s eyes light up. “Ah, I see!” He says. He slowly gets up from his seat. “Would you need any help from me?”

“No.” Says 5, smiling a bit. “I think I got it.”

“I see.” Says 2, smiling as he sits back down. He’s proud of 5, he’s come so far. “Enjoy yourself.”

“I will.” Says 5, still smiling.

5 walks over to a small pile of cut wooden planks stashed in a small corner of the workshop. The planks already had some pre-drilled holes in them. He digs the pile them and finds a few pieces. He then scours through a few drawers to find some strings, small pieces of wire, metal, and broken nails. 2 watches as 5 leaves, carrying the supplies in his arms.

2 wonders what 5 could be working on. Just thinking about it makes his smile grow wider. This was 5’s first time making something on his own.

He knew 5 had come very far.

—

5 sits in the Watchtower all on his own. The cool breeze blowing against his burlap face and the roof of the tower. He quietly works with the materials he had gotten. It all seems so peaceful. As he works, his mind wanders.

5’s mind quickly begins to focus on a memory of old. One that was striking to his soul. Inspiring to his mind. Something that had left him so awestruck.

That old film he and the twins had seen so long ago. That man playing the guitar and singing in that very abandoned theatre.

He never had the time or ability to actually bring that aspiration to light. Not until now.

He’s already connected the wires to the nails and metal and placed them inside a longer piece of wood. He’s even connected the planks.

It’s almost done.

He slowly wraps the strings around the bits of metal and the end of the longer plank and connects them to the bottom of his makeshift creation. After several minutes, maybe even an hour, he eventually finishes connecting the last string.

5 looks at his creation with a large smile planted on his face.

A little guitar.

It was rickety, but it could very likely work as it was supposed to.

5 recalls how the guitarist in the film held the instrument. He keeps it gently in his grasp and slowly moves his fingers toward the strings.

He strums.

He smiles wide.

…It worked…

…It actually worked!

5’s smile widens. He couldn’t believe it had actually worked! He begins to fiddle with the guitar a bit more, his smile never wavering. He excitedly fiddles with the strings and strums, not really trying to make a rhythm or melody, just having fun.

5 chuckles to himself. He almost couldn’t believe he had done this all on his own.

He then looks up to the sky beyond the Watchtower. The sun is beginning to set. The sky is painted in a beautiful gradient of warm and cool colors, ranging from a comforting red to a soothing purple. A few stars begin to pop in as the sun inches toward the horizon’s edge.

5 pulls a chair toward the Watchtower’s telescope and sets himself in front of it, looking into the great beyond of the barren and dead Emptiness ahead of the cathedral.

The one-eyed doll relaxes, taking a deep breath, and closes his eye. He begins to try and recreate the melody from the guitarist. It happened so long ago, yet it felt so fresh in his memory…

5’s fingers brush against strings almost effortlessly… he begins to hum that same song he heard…

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

…Wrong note…

…5 recollects himself. He inhales, exhales, and starts again…

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

…Again?

“…Come on…” 5 quietly grumbles. He sighs, and looks into the darkening sky…

…Come on, you can do it…

5 sighs and closes his eyes once again…

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…5?” A voice asks.

5 is suddenly knocked out of his headspace. He jolts and shouts into the air as he swirls back to face the source of the voice, his face scrunched in terror and embarrassment.

…His embarrassment, unfortunately, doesn’t waver.

He sees 2, standing in the lift that allowed entrance to the Watchtower. His face displays that of complete astonishment and amazement, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He simply had no words.

“…2…” 5 says pathetically. “…You scared me…”

2 appears to still be awestruck. A smile slowly creeps up his face. He begins to clasp his hands and clap, happily laughing a bit.

5 looks down in embarrassment. “…Was it that bad…?” He asks.

“No, no! Not at all, my boy!” Says 2, still chuckling. “It was wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He continues to chuckle, happiness and excitement completely overtaking him.

5 looks up to 2 a bit, almost unable to believe what he heard. “…Really?” He asks.

“Yes! Yes, splendid!” Says 2, exiting the lift and placing a hand on 5’s shoulder. “It was spectacular! I never knew you could sing like that! And that guitar, very well made!” He says, glancing at 5’s guitar and analyzing it.

“…Thank you.” Says 5, smiling a bit. His smile quickly wavers however. “…How much of that did you hear?”

“Not much.” Says 2, a smile still plastered on his face. “I heard you on the way up. I watched, and quickly saw how much fun you were having.”

5’s smile then returns. He chuckles. “…I was.” He says.

“You should display that talent to the others!” 2 suggests. “I’m certain they would love to hear it.”

5 appears taken aback, not certain of such a decision. “…I think 8 will make fun of me.” He says pathetically. “And what of 1? He’ll probably say no.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about them.” Says 2. “You don’t have to show them. You can just show everyone else. And if 8 or 1 says anything disrespectful, if they are to find out about it, I’ll be certain to show them my feelings.” He says with confidence and enthusiasm.

“…What if they don’t like it?” 5 asks.

“I’m certain they will like it.” Says 2. “You have an amazing voice. You’re wonderful at the guitar too. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“I’m still rusty though.” Says 5.

“Then practice!” Says 2. “That is what you did when I taught you, isn’t that right?”

“…Yes.” Says 5, smiling slightly.

“Exactly.” Says 2. “Just try to practice. You’ll be alright. If you need assistance, let me know, okay?”

A smile further creeps up on 5’s face. “I will.” He says.

“Great.” Says 2, patting his apprentice’s shoulder.

5 continues to smile as 2 walks toward the wire balcony of the Watchtower. “What’d you come up here for?” He asks.

“To stargaze.” Says 2. “Care to join me, 5?” He asks, turning back to 5.

5’s smile continues to stay on his face. “Sure.” He says.

5 sets the guitar near a small clipboard and walks up to the balcony beside 2. The mentor and apprentice look into the sky, gazing upon the twinkling stars as the darkness of the night creeps over the barren land.

5 can’t help but be utterly inspired by the scene before him. He watches as the colors of sunset fade and the stars become more clear. The sky quickly becomes taken up by various stars and other celestial objects that the Stitchpunks couldn’t name.

“It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?” 2 asks.

“…Yeah.” Says 5.

—

It’s quiet. Peacefully quiet.

2 silently and soundly sleeps nearby the clipboard, sitting upon a bench with his back against the wall. His vision displays a calming darkness. His mind is away in the realm of sleep.

…Until the sudden plucking of strings is heard.

2 opens his eyes a bit and blinks. He groans a little, sounding groggy. He slowly looks up to the source of the plucking.

2 sees 5, sitting by the telescope, plucking at his guitar strings. He’s trying to make a melody, practicing.

2 clears his throat before speaking. “I see you’re practicing.” He says.

5 jumps a bit at the sudden voice, but quickly calms when he realizes the it’s origin. He looks up to 2. “Yeah.” He says.

“Have you slept at all?” 2 asks.

“I did.” 5 replies. “I’ve been up for a bit. Sorry that I woke you.”

“No, no, you’re alright.” Says 2. “Do you need assistance with anything?”

“Not really.” Says 5. “Do you know how to play the guitar?”

“No,” 2 replies. “But I can help if you aren’t feeling confident.”

5 smiles. “I appreciate that.” He says. “I’ll tell you if I need anything.”

2 nods as he slowly gets up from the bench and heads to the lift. “I’m going down to the workshop.” He says. “I’ll leave you be.”

“Thanks.” 5 replies, smiling up to his mentor.

“You are very welcome.” 2 responds. “Have fun.”

“I will.” Says 5 as he watches 2 descend.

5 then continues to pluck at the guitar strings, quickly regaining the melody and rhythm he had from the night prior. He turns to look into the dull depths of the Emptiness. Despite the dark and lifeless world 5 and his colleagues live in, it still gives him motivation, confidence, to move forward with his practicing. That which is lifeless, gives him contentment.

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

—

It’s later in the day. 5 stands within the lift, descending down to the throne room. Not to greet 1 or 8, no… he needs to see 6 and the twins.

5 brings the lift to a halt and stares upon the desolate throne room. 8 shoots a look at the apprentice, so does 1. 8 appears on guard, 1 appears irritated by the appearance of the apprentice. 5 tries not to stare either of them in the eyes as he exits the lift and scuffles into the little corner where the prophet and twins resided.

5 quietly moves into the dark corner, it’s hard to see. The only lights being from the faint flickering lights from the twins.

“Hey.” 5 whispers a bit.

The three dolls quickly turn back. The twins smile and scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly. The apprentice chuckles with glee. “Hey 3, 4!” He whispers happily. They eventually separate.

“I need to speak with you.” Says 5. Each of them tilt their heads in curiosity.

“I need you all to meet me in the Watchtower tomorrow night. Just as the sun is beginning to set.” Says 5. “I’ve got a surprise.”

The twins eyes flicker with delight. They both look to each other excitedly and continue to flicker, wondering what 5 could have planned for them. 5 looks to 6, who seems to already know what he’s talking about.

“Don’t tell anyone, 6.” 5 says to the prophet slightly teasingly.

“I won’t.” 6 responds. “I will keep it hidden.”

The twins then scurry over to 6 and sit in front of him, they really want to know what 5 has planned.

“No, no!” 6 whispers. “Not yet. Wait.”

The twins appear to be saddened that they have to wait as their heads droop and their smiles fade. Despite their want to see what 5 has planned, they know they have to wait. They look back to 5, smiling.

“I appreciate the secrecy, 6.” Says 5. “I’ll let 7 know as well, if I can find her. And 3, 4, be good.” 5 then exits the corner as the three dolls wave him farewell.

~~~

5 descends to the level below the throne room. He brings the lift to a halt and steps out into the long hallway leading to 2’s workshop.

He wanted to ask if he had seen 7.

He had looked everywhere for the defender, and hadn’t seen her. As he approaches the workshop, he sees 2, but also someone else…

“…7?” 5 asks as he peaks through the fabric entrance.

2 and 7 turn to face 5. 2 sits at his desk, appearing to be making a kind of spear. 7 stands by his side, as if she was watching him.

“Hello, 5.” Says 2. “What brings you here?”

“I wanted to ask something of 7.” He says.

As 2 processes 5’s words, he quickly realizes what he means.

“What is he on about?” 7 asks, her voice stern.

Before 5 can speak, 2 responds. “It’s something special, 7.”

He knows.

5 doesn’t have to ask a thing.

“He’s right.” Says 5.

7’s nonexistent brows furrow in interest. “What do you got for me?”

“It’s for everyone, except for 1 and 8.” Says 5. “It’s tomorrow night, up in the Watchtower. Just as the sun is setting. You just gotta wait and see.” He says that last sentence teasingly.

“Ah, I see.” Says 7. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I will too.” Says 2, smiling up to 5.

“Good thing.” Says 5. “I’ll let you get back to that spear now.”

“Farewell, 5.” Says 2. “Have fun.”

“Bye!” Says 5 as he leaves the workshop.

—

5 quietly sits in the Watchtower, plucking at his guitar’s strings. It’s late in the afternoon, the sun slowly reaching the horizon once again. The one-eyed apprentice hums as he plucks, trying to recall the melody.

He was perfectly at peace.

Mostly…

…Until…

*Pluck!*

5 silently grumbles. He tries again, humming to himself once more.

*Pluck!*

…What’s going on?

Why is he suddenly messing up?

5 sits up a bit and looks down at his hands as he strums… the more he messes up, the more uncertain he feels.

…What if he messes up when performing for the others? What if he can’t play the song correctly? What if he just doesn’t know what to do?

The worry eats at 5’s head… he was so confident in himself a moment ago… what was going on?

5’s pace quickens as he strums. No longer is his melody or rhythm steady. It’s quick, hard to keep up with. Incorrect notes are being played as the stress continues to drive through 5’s skull. He can’t help but think it anymore.

“…5?” Says a voice. The unknown figure placing a hand on the apprentice’s shoulder.

5 whirls back around, causing the hand on his shoulder to fall. His eye widens at the figure who has approached him.

He sees 2, worry and concern glossing over his face.

He knows.

“Are you alright?” 2 asks worriedly.

5 struggles to form a sentence. “…I-I— uh..” He stammers.

“You can tell me, 5.” Says 2.

5 continues to stammer, before finally speaking. “…I’m alright.” He says. “I think I just need a break.” He then gets up from his seat and steps the balcony of the Watchtower.

“…Are you sure?” 2 asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” Says 5.

He doesn’t think he needs the help.

2 steps by 5’s side and looks to the barren Emptiness before turning to 5. “You understand that you can tell me if you’re not feeling well, correct?” 2 asks.

“Yeah.” Says 5.

2 nods, but doesn’t say another word, not wanting to push 5 to answer if he doesn’t want to.

5 and 2 look on into the barren lands.

A feeling of uncertainty crosses 5’s heart.

~~~

5 still stands by the balcony while 2 sits at the telescope, asleep. The apprentice peers over to his guitar, brows furrowed sorrowfully. He hobbles over to the instrument and sits nearby his mentor.

He strums once more.

…Eventually…

*Pluck!*

5 sighs.

…It’s gonna be a long night…

—

The early morning sun peers over the horizon, brining on the warm color gradient that was so admired. The bright sunlight gleams against 2’s optics. His eyes then blink open and lifts his head up a bit. He looks to his side.

He sees 5, his head slumped over and guitar in his limp grasp.

2 frowns and his brows furrow.

…Oh, dear…

Had he slept well?

“5?” 2 whispers gently.

No response.

“…5?” 2 whispers slightly louder, now shaking the apprentice’s shoulder.

5’s eye shoots open and quickly jolts up with a yelp. He breathes hastily. His head darts around, covered in fear. Just as he looks at 2, he begins to relax.

“…Hey, 2.” Says 5, catching his breath. “Did you sleep well?”

“Did you?” 2 asks.

5 averts his gaze, hesitating.

“Don’t you lie to me.” 2 says, voice stern.

5 doesn’t answer, not certain of how. He keeps his gaze averted.

He didn’t sleep well.

“…I’m sorry.” Says 5.

“You’re alright, 5. I’m glad you are at least being honest.” Says 2. “Although, I can tell something is wrong. I believe it needs to be addressed.”

5 doesn’t look like he wants to speak about it. But it needs to be discussed. 2’s brows furrow.

“Grab a chair and sit in front of me.” Says 2. “Keep your guitar nearby.”

5 silently obeys and grabs a nearby wooden chair. He drags it in front of the old inventor, his gaze still averted and his guitar leaning against the chair.

2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder, making the apprentice look up at him. “What’s wrong, 5?” 2 asks. “I want to help you. I can’t bare to see you hurt.”

5 suddenly appears to be overrun with guilt. He averts his gaze once more and sighs before finally speaking. “…I-I… you’re right. I am stressed about my performance…”

2 nods. “How come?” He asks calmly.

“…I’m scared… scared of messing up. I didn’t want to tell you, I thought it would go away.” Says 5. “People are watching me this time. I felt so confident about it at first, but now… I try to get that rhythm and I keep messing up. I hate it… I can’t help but wonder what can’t I—!”

2 suddenly bushes 5, putting his index finger over his lips. “…Mistakes are a part of life, my dear boy.” He says.

“…I’ve never seen you make mistakes.” Says 5.

“That doesn’t mean I haven’t made them!” 2 says with a slight chuckle. “Sometimes I mess up a blueprint or put a part in the wrong place. Sometimes I mess up an entire piece all together! But I know how to enjoy these mistakes.”

5 then seems terribly perplexed. “How are you able to enjoy mistakes?” He asks, sheer yet understandable confusion in his voice.

“They’re learning opportunities, my boy.” Says 2. “Whenever I make a mistake, I see where I need to improve. I see what I need to tighten, loosen, or smack into place. Sometimes I learn something entirely new when I fumble… Can you recall any mistakes you have made?”

“…Uh,” 5 stammers a bit, trying to remember. “Oh! It was something we scrapped— a little catapult? …I didn’t tighten a screw enough and the slinger hit me on the head. It ended up breaking apart…”

“And what did you do after that?” 2 asks.

“I checked and noticed it’s screws weren’t tightened properly.” Says 5. “I tightened everything back up, and learned a bit about checking before testing.”

“Exactly.” Says 2. “You learned something. Anything else?”

“I was stitching up a practice dummy.” Says 5. “The stitching was too loose, so I learned to tighten it up, with your help.”

“See?” 2 asks. “Every time you’ve made a mistake, it has been used as a way to learn from them. So, why can’t learning a song on the guitar be the same?”

5 begins to ponder 2’s question… he almost feels ashamed for having not noticed. 2 notices 5’s shame as the apprentice averts his gaze again.

“Don’t be ashamed of yourself, 5.” Says 2. “You were stressed. You just need to learn to take a step back. And if you mess up, discover where to improve. If you ever need assistance, I am always here to help you.” He places a hand on 5’s shoulder.

5 looks up, smiling at 2, who is also smiling.

5 is happy to have 2.

“…I could use some help actually.” Says 5. “With stress, and also with practice.”

“I will help as much as I am able to.” Says 2. “Try to get that rhythm, take deep breaths.”

5 nods. He looks down to his guitar and takes a deep breath. He closes his eye as he exhales and begins to strum. It takes a moment, but 5 eventually begins to get into an organized rhythm, humming the lyrics. 2 nods proudly.

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

5’s brows furrow. He opens his eye and stares down at the strings, saddened. He then feels 2 touch his shoulder. He looks up at his mentor.

“It’s alright.” Says 2. “Take it slow.”

5 smiles and nods. He takes another deep breath.

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

—

It’s been a day since 5 had spoken with 2.

It was performing day.

5 is doing a lot better. He had spent a decent chunk of the previous afternoon getting assistance from 2. He had given him many helpful pointers that afternoon.

5’s been practicing on his own for awhile, since early in the day. Anytime he began to feel stressed, he tried to reassure himself. He truly hoped the others would like his performance. Any time he messed up, he’d remind himself: It’s all a learning opportunity. Take it slow. You’ll be alright.

The young apprentice then turns to face the barren Emptiness once again. The sky begins to fade into that same warm gradient. A few stars begin to pop into the sky.

It was time.

5 then hears the creaking of the lift. He turns to see the lift coming up to the Watchtower, 2 and the other four dolls he had invited with him. 2 opens up the lift and the twins are the first to exit, scurrying up to 5 and hugging him tightly.

5 chuckles. A wide smile appears on his face. “Hey.” He says to the twins as they separate and he rubs their hoods.

2, 6, and 7 then approach. 7 sits herself on against the wall.

“Let’s see what you got.” Says 7, smiling. As 7 finishes her sentence, 6 and the twins set themselves on the ground just next to 2, who has already taken a seat.

Everyone is looking at him.

Nervousness quickly overcomes 5 as the smile on his face falters a bit.

2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder. A gesture that always seemed to calm 5 down.

“You can do it.” 2 says gently. He removes his hand from the apprentice’s shoulder.

5 looks down at his guitar. He takes a deep breath and closes his eye.

The rhythm and melody quickly comes forth, just as the sun inches to the horizon. More and more stars slowly begin to appear. The sun shines a bright outline onto 5 as he begins to sing…

“…I stare deep, deep in the darkness…”

“…I stare far, far into the emptiness…”

“…It all feels so bland, so bleak, so meek…”

“…And yet, I see the beauty…”

The apprentice’s small audience quickly becomes enthralled, completely immersed in the song as the orange sun glistens.

“…I see it there, just beyond the horizon…”

“…I see you, just beyond that gate…”

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5 has no idea what happiness and excitement he’s brought onto his audience. They can’t help but be utterly amazed.

“…When you’re gone, it all feels so empty…”

“…When I’m alone, the darkness comes around…”

“…I hate it, yet I love it…”

“…Because I know I’ll get to see you soon…”

“…I get all happy, giddy, and peppy…”

“…Because I know you will return…”

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5’s timbre voice echos through the small Watchtower. Everyone continues to be at ease as 5 enters the song’s end…

“…The darkness can be cruel…”

“…The barren lands can be cold…”

“…But as long as I know that you’ll be there…”

“…I can only wait for you to rise…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With everything that makes me, me…”

“…With everything that makes us, us…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5 softly finishes the song, just as the sun completely sets, revealing the deep navy blue sky and bright twinkling stars. He opens his eye and looks upon his completely awestruck audience, a smile on his face.

5 averts his gaze, still smiling. “So… what did you think?” He asks.

Everyone begins to slowly clap, which quickly evolves into an encore. 5’s smile widens.

“I had no idea you could sing like that!” 7 says, awestruck.

“Splendid!” Says 6, clapping his pen nib fingers. The twins eyes flicker brightly as they clap.

“5, my boy!” Says 2, getting to his feet and still clapping. He approaches the apprentice and tightly wraps his arms around him. “You did amazing! Wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He says with breathy chuckle and a wonderfully wide smile. He’s doing a standing ovation.

“Don’t overdo yourself, 2.” Says 7, slight concern glossing her voice.

“I’ll be alright, 7.” Says 2 nonchalantly as he continues to chuckle. He eventually sits back in his chair and his laugh falters. He looks to 5. “I knew you could do it, 5. I’m very proud of you.”

“…I am too.” Says 5, his gaze averted, yet he’s still smiling.

Amongst the silence, 7 peers over beyond the balcony of the Watchtower. “…Sorry for my short stay, but it’s getting late. I’m gonna head back down.” As she gets up and heads to the lift, she turns back to 5. “That was great 5. Keep it up!” She says as she enters the lift.

5 chuckles. “I will.” He says.

“…I will be going too.” Says 6. 5 understood, he seemed to prefer being in his corner.

As 6 gets up and heads to the lift, the twins scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly, their way of saying they enjoyed 5’s performance.

“Thanks, you two.” Says 5 as the twins separate from him. They hug him again as you’re welcome. They scurry over to 6 as he enters the lift.

As 7 prepares to bring the lift down, she looks to 5 and 2. “You two staying up here?” She asks.

“Yes.” Says 2.

5 nods with affirmative hum.

“Alright.” Says 7 affirmatively. “See you two tomorrow.” She says as she brings the lift back down.

“See you as well!” Says 2 as he and 5 watch the lift descend.

Once the lift is out of their view, 2 gets up from his seat and heads to the Watchtower’s balcony. 5 turns back to 2 as he stops. 5 sets his guitar down and walks over to 2 and stands beside him.

The two dolls look on into the barren lands and up to the star ridden sky, the constellations being incredibly visible. The sky is an absolute spectacle.

“…Y’know,” 5 begins. “We should rebuild that catapult.”

“We should.” Says 2.

5 and 2 look continue beyond the balcony in silence, their minds invigorated and excited to start their next project.

It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?

- END -

#shane acker's 9 #fanfic #my writing #3 #4 #5 #2 #8 #1 #6 #7 #tw stress #tw anxiety

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alalaya2 · 1 year

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Tim Drakes sleep habits save the earth

Part 4 Oa has problems

Hal would always get a small sense of wonder as he flew up to Oa. No matter how many times he would fly there. It was always something after a long trip through space to see the lights on the planet. Oa was not perfect, the guardians did have some problems such as the darkest night the flaming Martians and the Man Hunter’s but they tried. In the end, that was something that some people didn’t do.

He waved to his fellow green lanterns as he landed on the planet. Kilowog was on greeting duty today and John was with him.

“Hey airmen you been on the ground long enough to get anything done?” Asked John. Hal didn’t respond with his normal ‘I don’t know marine did you eat enough crayons.’ Making John worry.

“Kilowog we need a level 5 counsel meeting”

Both lanterns froze in shock level 5 was a universal destruction threat that had only been used for the darkest night. Kilowog who was the senior member waved another lantern to take his place. “I’ll take you to them John I think you should come as you are also a Lantern of Earth.

Hal nodded “probably for the best as it is our government that causes this mess.”

John grimaced he was in some shady black ops before he left the military. If it was a level 5 threat someone really screwed up this time. “Do you know who caused it?”

“It was a law that passed during Luther’s time in the White House the way its worded would have made it legal for Lex to do whatever he wanted to Superman. The problem is that it is also an act of war against the infinite realm.”

“Shit I know you humans are a bunch of poozers but I didn’t think you were suicidal as well.” Kilowog pause for a moment thinking about all the hair brained things Earth lanterns pulled. “At least purposely.”

The two humans gave him a slight smile at the Bolovax Vikians.

“Most of us are unlikely Hal here the rest of us Earth Lanterns have safe jobs. I get commission from developing new buildings, Guy teaches special needs kids one on one and Kyle is an artist” point out John

Kilowog snorted “there is always a crazy in the bunch.” They stopped at the large doors.

“This is going to be so fun” snarks Hal.

“ Hey I’m just here to find out what is happening.”

The doors open to reveal the guardians. “Lantern Jordan you have news for us?”

“Yes our allies in the..” Hal was interrupted by a green portal opening between him and the guardians.”

A Flaming dark knight on an Alicorn with a four limed woman in Amazon armor came charging out. Kilowog whimpered in alarm “Fight Knight.” He said sounding scared.

Fright Knight dismounted and offered his hand to the woman looking at the people in the chamber before addressing the Guardians. “Guardians of the living realm we are her to partition the rescue of our young King Phantom as the American Government or Earth has captured and are torturing him. We do this as our young king is a protector Spirit and if we didn’t try to resolve this without bloodshed first it would hurt him more. As it is if you will not help us than our treaty is null and we declare war on the living.”

Hal and John were witnessed to one of the few times the Guardians completely lost their shit.

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rreskk · 1 year

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Hiiii !

Could you make a lost hiker Reader whose helped by Trevor but on the way back to town, they meet bikers who are after Trevor and in the end, Reader ends up having to go to Trevor's trailer to be safe. This suits Trevor, who offers her to stay the night with him (because he doesn't want to be alone)

A/N: I was thinking of adding some smut in this, but I had to reconsider as it didn't exactly fit the fanficton. I may make a second part, just for the smut.

Summary: Trevor was going to drive you home but something happened and you had the pleasure of staying with him for a night.

“So, where we headin’?” The guy asked.

You were stranded after your car broke down and needed to get home urgently. With the luck of him turning up, you managed to find a way home… Even though he looks and seems quite questionable in appearance and personality.

“Paleto Bay. I live in a small apartment down from the ammo store.”

He hummed thoughtfully and erratically controlled the speed of which he drives. You gripped onto the door handle when the car moved beyond your comfort zone; gaining a slight interest from the man beside you.

“Loosen up,” He cackled. “I’ve been driving this beast for over 8 years now. I ain’t harmed anyone ONCE.”

You could immediately tell he was lying. Something about the way he exaggerated, it flicked a switch in your head, a switch that told you he was not trustworthy enough. Nor safe.

You cleared your throat to excuse your trembling voice that was riddled with anxiety.

“I highly doub-“ His truck took a sharp turn and you were thrown against your will. The arm rest stabbed your lower torso and you hissed in pain.

The man smirked to himself.

“Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

He received a glare from you, the man not blinking once. The cockiness made you despise him already.

“Don’t gimme that look, lady. I’m giving you a ride home.”

You couldn’t argue back but remained stiff while under his orders. Something about his demeanour seemed fascinating. When the guy first noticed you hitchhiking, he stopped the truck down the road and observed you. You had to wait 5 minutes for him to actually show up and offer a ride. You were too desperate to wait for another one, so he was your only choice.

“What’s your name anyway?” He curiously asked to strike up an unwanted conversation.

“Y/N.”

The man clicked his tongue. “I knew someone called Y/N,” He began giggling. “She was one naughty stripper.”

You were disgusted. Who the fuck is this guy? If you would of known, you’d rather of waited another hour.

“I’m Trevor.” He whistled and purred. He gave you a side smirk; interpreting something else.

Oh Lord, you just wanted peace. Nothing more, nothing less! While cowering behind your hands and palms, you heard Trevor curse under his breath. You glanced over and found him looking anxiously in the rear mirror.

“What’s wrong?” You chimed with upcoming worry.

He gritted his teeth and ignored you completely. The guy threw an arm around your chair, reversing out of the busy motorway and began trailing down an old sandy side road.

You caught his eyes and clenched your jaw. “Where are you taking me?”

Trevor stared at you with hesitation. He was considering something. It was unnerving… Until he scoffed and returned to the road. You were in disbelief. This is basically a kidnapping and he won’t even make conversation? The only time you wanted him to talk and he doesn’t.

What the fuck do you do now? You obviously know you were in danger. Curiosity killed the cat? The second you decided to view the journey behind you, a bullet flew past and shattered the front window; causing Trevor to jump and swerved chaotically. You had felt the bullet skimmed past your cheek, leaving a small cut that bled out slowly and painfully.

“Those fuckin’ bikers.” Trevor growled. He stood up on his seat- pulling out a pistol from his pocket and began singlehandedly shooting the offenders- unknowing of your injury and fright.

The power of his pistol shook the vehicle and you held out a bloodied hand, grasping his thigh as you struggled to speak. Trevor went to shake you off violently but his eyes darted to your wound and he bit his lip, instantly calming down.

“Who the fuck was that?” You whispered with tears streaming down your gory cheek. A shaky hand covered the gash left from the bullet.

“Fuck… Okay,” He named. “We are close to my trailer. You gonna have to go there ‘cos we ain’t drivin’ another hour like this.”

Wise or not, he already escaped the crime scene and drove you his apparent home.

Arriving felt like a hospital visit. The anxiety you got when inspecting how dirty and broken it looks. Trevor jumped out of his truck and urged you into his humble home. The door opened and the smell of old food, alcohol, sweat, and metal puckered your nostrils. You had a sensory overload and fell onto his chest.

“It’s not that fuckin’ bad, woman.”

He took your hand and exacted you into his tiny and horrid bathroom. Trevor kicked through his cluttered items until a first aid was found. While you leaned over the sink and watched your cut spill out even more blood in your cracked reflection, Trevor’s arm gracefully stabilised itself around your stomach, one hand holding a wet wipe that gently patted down the wound.

You studied him through the mirrors reflection. His chest was pressed against your back and he had his head tilted over your stiff shoulder, focussing hard on you. It gave you butterflies.

“This normally stings but you seem to handle it better than me,” Trevor joked, passing you a bandage. “Put this on your face.”

“Thank you.”

He took a 180 degree turn and gazed to your direction. You pretended you hadn’t noticed but you were still watching his every move from the cracked mirror. His eyes were soft and mellow. He appreciated it.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. Stay the night and I’ll drive you tomorrow.” Trevor shrugged.

There wasn’t anything to say to that. You were thinking of repaying him with some money, routing through your pockets and only finding 30 cents. Unless you held his number for when you leave; you’d be able to drop off more money in the meantime.

Night arrived and the Sandy Shore’s community died down. You were lying on Trevor’s musty bed, listening to him turn and flip on the couch. He had provided you with some bottled water and chips but in a place like this, you weren’t surprised he had no meals in. His trailer is probably one of your worst nightmares… Well, used to be. You had grown used to it in a couple of hours. Trevor’s kindness maybe blinded you from the reality of his nature. You just had to believe that he wasn’t as bad as he seemed at first. For some bikers to assault you and shoot at a moving vehicle, he couldn’t be an angel in disguise at all. Yet, you’ve seen him look like one today.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Trevor asked once again for the 3rd time since he arrived at your apartment.

The night was shockingly comfortable. His bed was such a delight. It was so soft under your weight that it felt like clouds. The moment you closed your eyes; you opened it to this exact moment. Saying goodbye to him.

You smiled at him. “It is, don’t worry.”

That brought you to the end of your adventures with Trevor. He was stationary in his truck, head hanging out of the window as he supervised you.

“Remember!” He shouted. “If you forget about me, I’ll make you regret it!”

You motioned to the phone in your hand.

“I’ve got your number, of course I won’t forget about you.”

The man grinned proudly to himself before reversing out of the carpark; waving you a frantic goodbye. You couldn’t help but feel empty after he left. Something about Trevor was exciting, even if he tested your limits, you secretly enjoyed it.

The second you sat down onto your own furniture, a message alerted your phone. Trevor’s number glow up.

‘Missing u’

#trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips fanfiction

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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I was thinking maybe a dark niki one? Not too much, js maybe a sensitive one? Like one with self harm? One where he accidentally sees your scars and finds out you had an abusive past? Ik it's too dark so maybe but a tw?

wounded | a ni-ki short fic

word count: 900+

warnings: MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING. SH IS MENTIONED FREQUENTLY AND AB*SE IS HINTED AT

spelling errors bc i honestly cannot spell

pairing: niki x gn! reader

a/n: i don’t usually write angst so if this sucks i’m so sorry 😭 tyy for requesting <3

“this is rigged.”

you laughed, maybe harder than you should’ve. who would’ve thought that niki, master of games, would be sitting across from you, arms crossed at the fact that you beat him in mario cart.

“or maybe i just improved?” you said, grinning.

niki scowled, crossing his arms tighter against his chest to make it worse. he didn’t look mad though, only frustrated. you had won every single game since the very beginning of you guys’ playing— and you knew how much niki hated losing.

“fine, it was your lucky day then,” he muttered, getting up from his position on the sofa.

your laugh only got louder as you saw him exit the room, muttering about being ‘done with games for the evening’ while grumbling under his breath about how he lost. god, he was so dramatic, you thought fondly before following him. you found him in his room, laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“what do you want now? i thought we were done with games today.” he said without looking at you.

you shrugged, plopping yourself down onto the mattress next to him. your eyes met his for a second before you let them slide shut.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

you felt him shift in response, turning to face you better. “why wouldn’t i be?”

“because you lost?”

he groaned. “okay, but did i really lose?”

“yes, niki. what?”

“i have more wins altogether, so i don’t care. still the champion,” he said, smiling by now.

you examined the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, and the slight curve at the corners. he had nice lips, actually, you mused absentmindedly before shoving that train of thought away. no matter how often you tried not to think about it, there was something different about him that made you feel weird and warm whenever you saw him smile like that.

either way, you rolled your eyes. “if that helps you sleep at night, then sure.”

“whatever, y/n. let’s do something we’re both good at.”

“like?”

“dancing,” he beamed.

you shuttered at the thought. you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of dancing, which could be explained by a lack of proper coordination when it came to actual moving.

“no-“

“i’m just kidding,” he said. “let’s just watch a movie together.”

the two of you had plenty of movies in your shared collection of DVDs. you never minded watching them all over again, and you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual. despite your initial hesitancy, you had quickly grown accustomed to spending time together, and the two of you ended up binge watching the same films every once in awhile.

honestly, you enjoyed his company more than you ever imagined you would. sometimes he was sarcastic and snide, sometimes he was serious and thoughtful (you liked to think that they were genuine thoughts). most of the time though, he was just fun to be around, and you cherished those moments as if they were precious jewels.

that’s exactly why it felt like the world came crashing down when you saw him staring at you with the utmost fright.

“niki..? what..”

your words stopped in their tracks when you realized where he was looking, making your eyes widen with shock.

“y/n…h-how did-“

“i had cats growing up, and, i don’t know, sometimes they just scratched me.”

you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take such a horrible lie.

“you and jungwon were just talking about how both of you are allergic to cats,” he said slowly.

“yeah, but-“

“y/n, don’t lie,” he said, looking straight at you with an expression of concern. “if they really are from… cats, then i’m sorry, and i won’t ever bring it up again. but they aren’t, are they?”

he waited expectantly for an answer, and the longer you stayed silent, the more nervous he looked. you couldn’t stand seeing that expression directed towards you, so you forced yourself to say the one thing that might possibly make time go faster.

“they… aren’t.”

niki’s expression somehow fell sadder than it already was, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. you were trying your hardest to hold them back, because you didn’t want to make him worry even more. but it proved useless, as your lower lip began quivering and you felt the tears running down your cheeks.

“oh god, y/n,” he said immediately, sitting up fully and pulling you close to him as you broke down.

his hands moved from your shoulders to cradle the back of your head, stroking through your hair gently until finally you quieted. you sniffled softly into his sweater, still keeping your eyes closed tight. the last thing you needed was to see his reaction right now. you knew exactly how that would end.

“i’m s—”

“stop that,” niki cut him off sharply, voice sounding harsh for the first time that day. “there’s no reason to be sorry, y/n. i’m sorry for bringing it up.”

you pulled away, running your sleeve over your face to wipe the excess tears. you sniffled one last time before opening your eyes.

“they’re from… a long time ago. a lot was going on.”

niki smiled a smile, yet authentic smile. “you don’t have to give me an explanation, really.”

“i-i know, and i don’t think i can talk about all of it, but i at least want you to know why.”

“only if you want to, y/n.”

you sighed. “i… don’t have a real answer to why. i don’t really remember why i did it anymore. just… i was going through absolute hell with some people that i knew, and… yeah. i don’t know what else to say.”

“that’s fine. don’t force yourself to remember, you’ve said enough.”

you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “thanks, niki.”

hmmmm 😕

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