#I recently got into this game and the obsession is already taking hold

[marggri]

New obsession dropped

#dst #dst webber #dst wilson #dst maxwell #dst wendy #I recently got into this game and the obsession is already taking hold #drew my favs

[asheloop]

KENMA'S FAVORITE CAM GIRL ☆

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, simp!kenma, camgirl!reader, fem!reader, masturbation, squirt, use of toys

A/N: english is NOT my first language. If there are any grammatical mistakes, please lmk

Synopsis: Kenma is obsessed with you, his favorite cam girl, and gets off to your lives.

When he heard that familiar sound from his phone he immediately stopped what he was doing and jumped out of the bed to get the earphones and click on the notification.

His favorite cam girl was on live after 2 whole weeks.

He grabs some tissues, the fleshlight and the lub from the drawer beside his bed and gets comfortable on his gaming chair.

The live starts and you are sitting there on your couch wearing just a tank top and a pair of black panties.

"Hi guys~ how you've been? I know I've been missing a little but I'm back with so many surprises for you~~"

He's already aroused and anxious to see what you got prepared for today's show.

You talk about your last week while you wait for more people to join in.

Just the sound of your voice is enough for getting him rock hard.

"Thank you guys~ thank you so much for all the gifts and donations... you are being so good to me~ I think you deserve a reward"

You take off your top, letting to the view of all those boys and him the prettiest tits he's ever seen.

He choked on a moan to the sight of your very bare breast and cannot stop thinking of how bad he wants to taste those pretty and recently pierced nipples and make a mess on them.

You start playing with the jewelry staring straight into the camera and his cock twitches in his gray sweatpants.

He palms himself and waits, wanting this to last more than the other time. Poor boy couldn't last more than 5 minutes, but it is all your fault and your mellow moans.

He frees his leaking cock and gives it a few pumps before letting a cold drop of lub fall to the tip and go all the way down to his balls, adds some more to the toy that he only uses when he watches your lives and aligns it with his pulsating dick.

"Some of you are getting impatient... want me to show you more~?"

He tights his slow pace fist.

"Mgh yes baby~" says out loud as if you could hear him, he wishes you do.

You lower the camera showing your pretty pussy and oh god you're dripping wet.

"Tsk dirty slut" he says.

"I brought something today guys" in your right hand you're holding a vibrating bullet.

You turn on the little toy, the sound of the vibrations turns him on even more.

You put the toy in your mouth, making it wet, some drool falls down your lips when you take it it out and start teasing yourself from your neck, passing between your boobs and down your belly to finally end on your puffy clit letting out a soft moan.

"F-fuck... it feels so good~"

He can't take his eyes out of you while you slowly introduce the bullet inside your tight hole.

You squirm and shut your eyes closed because of the pleasure.

Kenma bumps his cock faster, red angry tip leaking precum inside that fucking toy that he wants it to be you instead.

"Shit k-keep going~" he moans.

You take out the small bullet and press it against your clit once again, add one finger slowly inside bumping it in and out, then another finger is in and you fasten your pace, moaning loud.

"O-ohh mgh f-fuck right there~"

You keep going and he holds his orgasm, he doesn't want to cum before you do.

The pleasure is too much for both of you.

"Are you cumming?" you said.

He wasn't cumming, he feel he was dying.

Tensed up thighs, eyes full with tears and drops of sweat running down his forehead, his shirt between his teeth letting his slightly tuned abdomen expose.

"P-please cum for me" that was it, he couldn't hold it anymore.

You two cum hard and messy, the vibrations only intensify your orgasm and a clear liquid comes out of you, squirting all over the couch.

He removes the sticky fleshlight and grabs his cock with his hand, veins pulsating under his touch, he goes fast and feral and finally cums hard on his stomach, trying to catch his breath he smiles at you through the screen.

"Oh shit that was messy" you said, smiling to the camera "okay guys~ see you another time!"

Ken: you did it so good today baby <3

y/n: Thank you! Appreciate your support!

Oh he was down on his knees for you.

Hii, this is my first writing

hope you enjoyed and double tap if you like it <3

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kenma smut #kenma x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader

[helsensm]

I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm 🥺💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~

#my asks #my art #kung lao #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #helsensm art

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (4/5)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Five

Ao3 Link

A.N.: I can’t believe we’re already at the penultimate chapter! I know it seems crazy that it’ll all get wrapped up after this, but I promise it will. You’ll have to forgive me for the D&D game description... in addition to being a Stranger Things nerd, I have been a D&D nerd for the last ten or so years, so describing a campaign is super fun for me and I sometimes can get off-track. Speaking of which, I did some 1st edition research but I mostly play 5th, so apologies if there are any discrepancies! All that to say, hopefully you can pick up on the symbolism in the campaign scene, too! Okay, rant over, now onto the chapter. 

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“Alright, Sir Grant the Good, roll a perception check.” 

The familiar clatter of dice against the wood tabletop filled the room, and it seemed that the entire party held their breath to hear Grant’s result. 

“15 plus three- what’ll an 18 get me?”

Eddie hummed, tapping a finger on his chin. “You see a pair of eyes staring back at you from deep in the tree line. They’re slightly yellow, certainly belonging to an animal, and seemingly a large one.” Eddie pauses to roll a die, then hisses under his breath. “The animal meets your eyes and sees you’ve spotted it. It lets out a low growl- what do you do?” 

Grant groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit, um- I draw my sword and I wave to Mistress Emery and Sir Geoffrey.” 

“Sir Geoffrey stands beside Sir Grant and readies his bow.” Jeff speaks from his seat next to Grant, holding a D20 between his fingers, ready to roll initiative.

Gareth grinned, leaning forward in his chair to get a better view of the map on the table. “I come up to stand next to Sir Grant and ready myself to cast call lightning.”

“Um, sorry, can I-” Steve whispered from his place at the table, a chair that Eddie had moved up to have Steve sit next to him while he DM’d. Eddie turned to Steve, raising an eyebrow. 

“What’s up, Steve? You’re free to speak whenever you want, you don’t have to just watch quietly.” Eddie nudged Steve’s side, encouraging the jock to speak. 

“Yeah, um, it’s just-” Steve cleared his throat, then looked at the other three members of Hellfire. “Mistress Emery is a Druid, right? So like, isn’t her animal handling through the roof or whatever? Why don’t you try and take care of the animal before you try to kill it?” 

Gareth blinked in surprise, shot a look at Jeff and Grant, then turned to Eddie. “He knows D&D?!”

“He is sitting right here.” Steve muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. 

“Right- sorry, what Gareth meant to say is- how do you know D&D?” Jeff gave Gareth a warning glare, then turned his attention Steve’s way. 

Steve sighed, shrugging somewhat awkwardly. “I babysit some middle schoolers. This one kid, Dustin, he’s obsessed with this stuff. Honestly all of them are, but I spend the most time with Dustin. He brought up a druid recently when we were walking around the tracks- sounded kinda interesting, so I listened.” Steve’s eyes shifted to stare down at the tabletop then, and he frowned to himself. “I used to pick up Nancy’s little brother from their campaigns, too. I’d usually have to wait around for at least thirty minutes for them to wrap things up before we could get a move on.” 

The party sat in silence for a few moments, processing the revelation about Steve’s D&D knowledge. Finally Grant hummed in thought, then turned to Gareth. “He’s got a point. Plus, if we don’t attack immediately we save some spell slots, potentially some HP too.” 

“Yeah, but the thing is growling! It’s probably going to pounce at us any minute now.” Gareth huffed, crossing his arms. 

“Maybe it’s hurt. That could be a warning growl rather than it trying to pounce at us.” Jeff reasoned. “Just give it a try, Gareth. I’ll keep an arrow loaded and I can flank while you do an animal handling check so that if it attacks I can try and shoot at it before it does any damage.” 

Gareth frowned, clearly annoyed, but nevertheless held up a D20. “Fine. I approach the forest line and hold a hand out in the direction of the animal.” 

“Roll for animal handling.” Eddie flipped through his binder of notes as he spoke, easily finding the page he was looking for. 

Gareth dropped the dice on the table, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when he read the resulting roll. “Huh- Nat 20, and I’ve got a plus five on my modifier. What’ll that do for me?” 

“The animal walks out of the forest, and you know from your studies that you’re now face to face with an Owlbear. The beast makes another growling sound, but is far less menacing. You see that Jeff was correct- the animal has a deep slash running from one of its talons up to its chest. You can tell that it originated from a sword, but the blood around the beast’s beak tells you that whatever fighter that had tried to attack the owlbear previously lost that battle. You can tell that the animal is more scared than anything. What do you do?” 

“Um… okay. I cast cure wounds and then reach into my pack and provide the Owlbear with a piece of dried meat to show it that it can trust me?” 

Eddie nodded, pulling a sticky note from his binder and handing it to Gareth, smirking as he did. “The Owlbear takes the food, trusts you, and decides to stay with your party. Here are its stats, it’ll now obey your commands and fight alongside you until its dying breath. Congratulations, Mistress Emery.” 

“Holy shit! We have an Owlbear now, that’s so fucking cool.” Grant grins, nudging Gareth’s side. “Good work, man.”

Gareth scanned the sticky note, then smiled at Steve. “Thank Steve, he’s the one who suggested it. Did you sneak a look at Eddie’s notes or something?” 

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, it just sounded like a better alternative.” 

“I made it injured so your band of fighters would have a better chance of killing the thing, but Steve’s little stunt had me thinking on my feet.” Eddie spoke up, then winked in Steve’s direction. Steve ducked his head in response, a blush playing at his cheeks. Interesting. 

“Thanks, man.” Jeff nodded in Steve’s direction. “Maybe you should play with us next time. You seem to know your stuff.”

Steve snorted at that, shaking his head once again. “I barely know anything. Besides, all the dice and numbers would probably confuse the hell outta me. But… uh, thanks for the offer. Maybe one day.” 

The party moved on with the campaign, killing some goblins on their route as they followed a map they had received from a barkeep at the beginning of the adventure. Steve chimed in occasionally when he found something interesting, and Eddie even had him roll a few times for some of the encounters. By the end of the campaign, the party was actively strategizing with him, and Steve was grinning ear to ear and giving his opinions on what to do next. The party ended up defeating the ‘big bad’ at the end, a goblin king and four of its soldiers. They recovered some treasure and a map, which Eddie told them would be the subject of the next chapter of their campaign. 

It was about 7pm when they finally wrapped everything up, cleaned the room out, locked up, and walked together out to the parking lot. Steve, who had been pretty awake and alert for the entirety of the playthrough, was now looking much more exhausted. He waved goodbye to the boys and pulled his coat tighter around himself, then rushed from the back door of the school to his car through the biting November air. 

The four members of Hellfire watched as Steve sped off, then stood together quietly under the awning of Hawkins High. Gareth broke the silence, crossing his arms to stave off the cold. “Alright, I’ll admit it. I was hesitant to believe it, but you’re right. Harrington’s cool.” 

“You were right about the other stuff too, Eddie. He didn’t look too good. Do you know what happened? Why Billy pounded on him last weekend?” Jeff spoke up next, fidgeting with a string hanging off of his sweater. 

Eddie sighed, producing a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it with his zippo. “Nope.” Eddie popped the ‘p’ when he spoke, then took a long drag of the cigarette. “Barely had a chance to ask him about it, and he deflected any time I tried to get more information outta him. I think it all really messed him up, but he doesn’t want to admit it.” 

The party stood in silence for a few more minutes, all lost in thought. This time, Grant broke the silence. “My mom wants me home for dinner by 7:30, so I gotta get going. But I’m cool with letting Steve into the party if everyone else is. Looks like it’d be good for him- probably good for us, too. He’s cool.” Grant zipped up his sweatshirt as he spoke, then pulled car keys out of his pocket. “Need a ride, Gareth?”

“Yeah, thanks man. I’m cool with letting Steve hang with us, too. Just let us know what we need to do Eddie.” Gareth waved goodbye to Jeff and Eddie, then followed Grant to his car. 

“How ‘bout you, Jeff? Got anything against letting Steve into Hellfire?” Eddie questioned quietly. He took another long drag from the cigarette, watching as the smoke he breathed out disappeared into the cold night air. 

“You know it’s fine by me, man.” Jeff paused, then sighed. “I am a little concerned, though.” 

Eddie frowned. “About what?”

“About you.” Jeff moved his attention from the stray thread on his sweater to Eddie, crossing his arms. “About him, too. I’ve known you the longest out of everyone here, Eds. I can tell when you’ve got a crush. Harrington’s fragile- you said it yourself, and you saw how he was when he mentioned Nancy. It looks like everything is really fresh for him right now. All I’m asking is for you to keep that in mind as you move forward in making him feel welcome. I’m worried that things could go sideways. Either one of you, or both of you, for that matter, could be really hurt if things go wrong. Just… take it slow.” Jeff checked his watch then, wincing when he saw the time. “I gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Like Gareth said, just let us know what we can do to help Steve feel welcome.” 

Eddie nodded, watching as Jeff got into his car and drove off, leaving Eddie and his van alone in the parking lot. Eddie leaned against the brick wall of the school and dropped his cigarette onto the ground, watching as the light fizzled out in the thin layer of snow. 

Step Two: Get the Party to Come Around on Steve Harrington, complete. Time for the Step Three (which would likely be the last step in his plan): Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire. 

…with one important caveat. Do not fall harder for Steve Harrington. 

Easier said than done. 

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#stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #my writing #1984 steddie meeting au my beloved #steddie fic #pre s4 #pre s4 meeting #s2 rewrite #steve harrington needs a hug #hurt/comfort

[megumisgirl]

Babee I'm OBSESSED with your work omggg

And ofc I'm in love with Megumi

So if you're taking any requests can I ask for one?

Imagine gamer!bf megumi (live streamer also to add a little spice) who is only obsessed with 2 things

1-You

2-Games

But lately he's not giving you enough attention so you take matters in your own hands

Okayyy this is kinda cringe but I'll let you do your magic on it!

Also sorry if you aren't taking requests you can just ignore this<33

OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AAAAA!! I HOPE U LIKE ITTT!!!

it's me or the ps5 (megumi x fem!reader)

recently your boyfriend, megumi, wasn't paying that much attention to you. first into your relationship, the two of you couldn't get your hands off off each other. but recently, your romance fizzled out. you heard about romance fading away in a relationship, but you didn't expect for it to happen so fast.

megumi was never really that affectionate. yes, he was, but not as affectionate as you. and recently, whenever you'd decide to spice things up, he'd just ignore you. even if you're in lingierie, or a hoodie, it doesn't matter. you would get shut down.

now, he was streaming on twitch, playing genshin as you just scrolled through tiktok. and a certain one caught your eye,

SURPRISING MY BOYFRIEND WHILE HE IS ON STREAM

your eyes lit up as you looked at your boyfriend streaming from the living room to his secret gaming room. a knowing smirk creeped up on your face as you went to his gaming room. leaning against the door frame, just enough so the camera can't pick you up.

"if i don't get childe now, i'm burning this house down." his deep voice echoed in the sound proof room as you got on your hands and knees and crawling down to his little table. his eyes were focused on the screen before your hands started to rub his knees. his eyes widened as he looked down. his pretty little girlfriend, on her knees for him, but he's too deep into the streaming. the music started playing on the screen as he looked in it, "oh... i got childe." his voice was monotone, as he gulped, feeling you palm his already hard and huge erection through his sweatpants.

the chat went balistic from his reaction, but he doesn't care. he's too busy on what you're doing. thankfully, he suddenly got a text on his phone and picked it up. something from idatori about his left pinkie being cut off by nobara for experiment, but it was the golden excuse. "guys.." he said, his voice breathy, "need to go. family emergency." family emergency, yes. since he was going to fuck a baby into you right as the stream is fucking over.

you pulled down his pants to free his cock, wraping your hands around it as you slowly work it up and down. his slick spreading all over your palm, some even rolling down to your elbow. you heard some typing and then felt a harsh tug into your hair. he pulled you by your hair, dragging you in front of him as you winced, holding your head in pain.

"what the fuck?" he asked, his hands snaking down to your chin, forcefully grabbing it, making you look up. "you're playing a dangerous game, y/n." he said, his voice low and raspy. a small smile was creeping up on you but you decided to cram it, since he was piissseeddd. "what are you going to do now, hmm?" he kissed your jaw, slowing nibbling against your skin. your hands found their way to his cock again, slowly going up and down like before, but this time your circled your thumb over his tip. he shuddered, feeling his orgasm nearing.

but he pushed you away. you frowned at him. "off." he demanded, pointing at your clothes. you did as he asked, standing naked in front of your fully clothed boyfriend. he pulled you by your arm, making you sit in his lap as he slowly incerted his eight inches into you. you whimpered, feeling him fill you up.

you started bouncing on his cock. his mouth captured your tits, nibbling against the sensitive skin as you twitched. jolting at any simple touch. he lowered his hand to circle over your clit, making you clench around him as he groaned against your ear. his whimpers and moans filled your ears as you did to his. "your doing so good." he said in pants, his dick twitching inside of you. "such a pretty slut," he slapped your ass making your legs shake as you felt your orgasm near.

you came all over his shirt and sweatpants. he tsked as he ran his hand through your hair. "you came all over me." he said in a soothing voice. "how're you going to apologize?"

you didn't need anymore hints. you got off of him, your knees bucking as you kneeled against him. you took his cock in your mouth, sucking it as his hands wrapped around your hair. pushing it further in. you choked, gagging on his dick as he looked down at you. tears falling from your eyes, a soft coat of pink flushed against your cheeks. you felt his cock twitch inside your throat as he came.

you both panted, regaining your breath as he looked at you. "what was that about?" he asked.

you picked your clothes up, wearing your oversized t-shirt as you looked at him with an unreadable expression. and just left.

"y/n!!" he called out, and got no answer. he turned to look at the time, but his eyes widened as he saw the little light behind his camera being turned on. "OH HELL NO!"

#megumi #megumi smut #megumi jjk #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #notsfw #gojo smut #nsfr #requests open

[slafkovskys]

I’m DYING over oldernorrissisxjack!!! I’m obsessed!!! We need all the first date details! Also what would her brother/his brothers reactions be when they find out!??!?

everyone picks up on their shift pretty quickly. jack has always been weird around her, but it was always attributed to that boyhood crush he couldn’t hide for the life of him. but after that florida trip they told no one they were taking together, suddenly they were close.

suddenly jack was pouty and sunburnt and turning to her for comfort. suddenly she was pushing his hair away from his face when it fell in his eyes or something out his shirt. suddenly they had inside jokes.

and suddenly jack was being cornered in the game room by three very angry looking norris boys. jack has found a safe haven against the pool table while they disperse around the room, all trying their best to look menacing.

“she’s our sister,” josh says it slowly, like the two sips of a seltzer jack had drink had already made him forget that fact.

“she isn’t just something for you to check off your bucket list,” coale all but spits, referencing the joke jack had made more than once. “she’s-”

“she’s different,” jack insists. he tries to look pleading, tries to make them understand that this was the most serious had been about anything outside of his career.

“she got hurt recently and she’s not ready for anything that serious yet, hughes,” dalton calls from beside the big windows. “i’m not going to say that she’s fragile because if that ever got back to her she would never let me hear the end of it, but what he did to her was-”

“brutal.” coale interrupts.

jack isn’t surprised that her brothers know more than he does about why she came back to michigan. he’s not surprised that they know why he had to hold while she cried after dropping off apology letters in the mail informing her guests that a wedding was no longer taking place the following summer. he nods, “we- we’ve talked about it. i’m not rushing her-”

“she’s older than you, too,” josh says, “she’s got her shit figured out. got a good head on her shoulders and you barely know how to cook broccoli-”

“okay that was one time-” he takes a deep breath, “i’m not going to do anything to hurt her. i just, i need you to trust me on this.”

they share a look, exchanging silent words that only they would understand. josh hums, “just don’t fuck it up.”

“because you won’t get off as easy as the last one did.”

jack doesn’t underestimate them in the slightest as he nods his head, “understood.”

#jack hughes #jackxnorris!sister

[burnedwriter]

‘’you have the sweetest moans’’

A/n:i recently got bloodborne and elden ring and i have been obsessed with those games,so i decided to write some fic of one my fav character.hope you enjoy!

warnings:rough bj,mild dirty talking,!gender-neutral language used,tarnished!reader

mdni!!

‘‘oh my lambkin~’‘ varrè moaned with a hand over his mouth trying to muffle his moans but unltimetly failing.You have had enough of his snarky remarks and how he teased you by brushing his hands against your body only to play stupid afterwards when you confronted him about it and pretend that it didnt happen leaving you frustrated.You didnt know if you liked or hated him for that.

Varrè leaned against the stone wall,with his pants all the way down to his ankles as you kneeled before him,his cock now being inches away from your lips.Teasing him a bit you started giving kitten licks at the tip,tasting the salty precum that started to leak and earning a couple grunts from the already needy varre,before you started to lowly taking him in,placing your hands on his thighs trying to keep his hips from twitching so he doesnt gag you.

‘‘your mouth feels so warm my lambkin’‘varrè choked out even though you were in control his smug tone never leaving his voice,you never knew what ricks he could have up his sleeve.

Getting adjusted with your mouth being full,you started to bop your head back and forth at a slow pace,his hand caressing your cheek,drawing circle with his thumb,looking up at him even though he was wearing a white emotionless mask ,his eyes did all the talking,his gaze filled with lust as he looked down at you.

Varrè got impatient from your slow pace,placing a hand in your hair taking control over your pace,even if you couldnt see it varre had the biggest smirk under that mask,as you realized your plan to punish him failed,turning the pace into a brutal one and now fully facefucking you as you choked on his cock,hitting the back of your throat over and over again.Tears started to run down your cheeks but varre quickly sweeping them away with hand.

With his actions you could feel your own arousal building up,as you felt a knot that started to form in your lower abdomen,seeing varre be so dominant yet so needy,almost like it flicked a switch inside you,letting out a moan you didnt know you were holding.

‘‘i didnt know you liked being treated like a common whore lambkin’‘varrè breathed out,hearing you moan aganist his cock, his chest heaving up and down as his breath became more draged out,his cock throbbing in your mouth indicating he was close to finishing soon.

‘’my lambkin, ah~im coming~’’he exclaimed before releasing his seed down your throat,pulling way from you leaving you time to swallow it,he removed his hand way from your hair thinking that it was over but little did he know you werent going to stop,getting a couple breathes through your nose you started to bop your head again,taking back the control you once had.

‘‘fuck~lambkin’‘he whined feeling the warmth of your mouth back on his cock,his hips started jolting,as he was being overstimulated.

oh...no...no..no,he wasnt going to get away that easily,you wanted to hear more from him,hearing him beg and that was the last thing you were going to do.

#white mask varre x reader #white faced varre x reader #white mask varre #white mask varre smut #white faced varre #varre x tarnished #elden ring x reader

[crackedpumpkin]

Hiiii, I'm a friend of Coleseyebrows and she mentioned you so I wanted to check you out! Would it be possible to do a Platonic Cole x reader, like lil baby reader gets adopted off the streets kinda thing (kinda cringe of me ngl)? He's just such a father figure it sounded like a cute idea!

a/n: Hello lovely! I adore this ask of yours, and it's my first ever platonic! reader fluffy oneshot thing so tbh it was a challenge to write it;;; It's been a while since I was a baby, so it was lowkey difficult to remember what it was like as...well, a baby :)

However, I really do hope you enjoy it, and feel free to request more if you'd like in the future!!

|| ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ᴛɪᴇꜱ || ᴅᴀᴅ! ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ x ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

“Yeah, but if you do a double kickflip, you’ll get past the level with no worry!” 

Jay frowns, nodding doubtfully as Cole explains the secret to beating the last level of the newly released game they’ve been recently obsessed with. 

“Oh yeah, Kai asked for some noodles from Chen’s,” Cole recalls, turning down the street and walking past an alleyway. He’s about to continue talking about the game, only to pause, a peculiar sound attracting his attention.

He takes a step back, Jay watching in confusion. The earth ninja walks down the alleyway to a barely covered box. Surely he’s just hearing things. There’s no way-

A baby’s gurgle echoes throughout the alleyway, both the ninja freezing at the sound. He and Jay exchange worried glances, reaching down and opening the cardboard box. 

That’s when he first meets you, a newborn baby swaddled in a tattered blanket with warm, e/c eyes staring up into his. His heart instantly melts at the sight, a soft smile spreading across his lips. 

“Cole, we should probably report this to the police,” Jay says, concern laced into his words as he looks around for any sign of the baby’s parents.

“I don’t know, Jay. I mean, a baby? In an alleyway? In a box?” 

“Abandonment 101…” Jay breathes out in disbelief, brows furrowing as he tries to decide what to do next. 

“We can’t exactly just leave them here either,” Cole reasons, picking you up as you giggle happily at his body's warmth to your shivering self. He uses his fingers to tickle your nose, awwing when your small button nose wrinkles into a sneeze.

“Well…There’s always the city’s orphanage….” Jay suggests hesitantly, Cole shrugging in agreement. They make their way there, Cole already doting on you and showering you with tickles and cooing noises that you eagerly respond to.

Jay watches you warily, unsure of how to react when you stare up at him with pure curiosity shining in your eyes. His hesitance disappears, however, as soon as you smile at him, and he lets out a small “aww.”

They soon reached the orphanage but got turned away by the staff there, as all their resources were already used up, and they couldn’t afford to take care of another child. 

“Awww, she’s such a cute baby!” Whispers surround Cole as he walks down the street with you in his arms. His chest is puffed up slightly in pride as you giggle with a small burp, Jay watching with a raised brow.

“You do know we can’t keep her, right?” 

“But the orphanage is full, and Dareth can’t even be trusted to take care of a dog.” Cole points out, rocking you gently. The swaying motion lulls you to sleep, and your eyelids slowly close. He wipes away a tiny sliver of drool that trails down your cheek, chuckling softly.

“But we’re ninjas! We can barely take care of Ninjago, much less a baby!” Jay frets.

“I’m not liking the negativity you’re bringing to this conversation; it’s affecting lil’ Rose here.” Cole huffs, holding you close. 

“Rose?? You can’t name them. It means you’re already attached! We can’t get attached; we’re not old enough to have a baby!” Jay’s hysterical panic draws attention, and the passersby send the ninja odd looks.

Cole shushes him, more worried about waking the baby in his arms. “I’m sure Master Wu can help. He took us in after all.”

“Yeah, when we weren’t babies!”

“It’ll be fine. Besides, I think we’d be great parents.” 

— — — — — — — — 

“Hey, you got my noodles!” Kai jumps off the couch, approaching the two ninjas that flinch. Cole takes a step back. 

“Why’re you two acting so weird?” Kai laughs, reaching out to the swaddle of blankets. However, before he can touch them, Jay swats his hand away with a glare.

“Watch it!” Cole hisses, turning to reveal you sleeping soundly in his arms.

Kai’s jaw drops, eyes filled with astonishment as the smile leaves his lips. 

“That’s not my noodles.”

“Where’s Master Wu?” Cole asks, only for Kai to be interrupted by Nya’s excited gasp. She enters the room with Zane, the both of them walking over.

“Is that a baby??” She squeals quietly, gesturing for Cole to hand you over. He does so reluctantly, eyeing how Nya cradles you in her arms.

“Cole, I thought you went out to buy food, so why have you returned with another lifeform?” Zane asks.

“Long story short, they’ll be staying with us for a while since the orphanage is full,” Jay explains. 

“Is that a baby??”

Kai groans. “Yes, Lloyd, catch up to the conversation already.” 

The green ninja rolls his eyes at Kai’s smirk, walking to where Nya holds you. You’re still asleep, despite all the noise and commotion caused by your presence. He coos, brushing his fingers against your cheek. 

This stirs you, and you wake up to see unfamiliar faces staring down at you. This makes your nose scrunch, and your eyes start to water as fear seizes control. You begin to cry, wailing at the sudden change of surroundings from earlier.

“What do we do??” 

“I read that babies like to be teased, or maybe she’s hungry!” Zane suggests, hands over his ears as he winces.

“Uh, here, baby! Have a potato chip!” Kai grabs an open container of spicy chips, holding one up to you. You accidentally inhale the flavoured dusting, the spice stinging your eyes as you wail louder.

“Babies can’t have that!” Jay smacks the potato chip out of Kai’s hands, the latter glaring at him, offended by the action.

“Cole, hold her!” Nya hands you over to him, and he desperately tries to soothe you by gently rocking you. 

“Shh, you’re safe now, little Rose.” He murmurs, and the familiar scent makes you blink, recognizing him as the one who picked you up. You like his warmth, your cries slowing to a stop as you sniffle with teary eyes.

The ninja all breathe sighs of relief, only to freeze as the door is slammed open by none other than Master Wu.

“What is going on here??”

— — — — — — — — 

“Goodnight, Rose.” Cole watches your eyes close, drifting off to sleep after your tiring day. 

After that day three years ago, Master Wu allowed the ninja to adopt you. It wasn’t official, but he warned his students that caring for a literal child would be their greatest challenge yet.

So far, it was proving true. You start to cry, having woken up from an uncomfortable sensation on your back. Tonight was his turn for night duty with you, the others sleeping soundly in their comfortable beds.

Cole begins to hum absentmindedly, hand gently rocking your crib as your loud cries echo across the Destiny's Bounty. 

It's a while before he realizes your cries have stopped, and he glances down at you. Surprise fills his eyes when he hears your happy coos, relieved you have calmed down.

He looks down at you, smiling softly when he sees your wide, innocent eyes that stare up back at him with intrigue. “Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” 

From the way you tilt your head, it seems that the answer is yes.

“Once upon a time, there lived the First Spinjitsu Master….” He recites the tale Master Wu told them many times, loving how your eyes seem to light up as he speaks. He continues talking, only stopping when he sees your eyelids flutter shut.

“Rest well, Rose.” He whispers, continuing to gently rock the crib.

Sure, it’s hard taking care of a baby. But moments like these? They made it worth it.

— — — — — — — — 

“Not like that, sweetheart. Make sure you hold it upright.” Cole chuckles when you accidentally let go of the wooden ladle, and it bumps against your forehead with a soft bonk. You blink a couple times, eyes wide before they start to fill with tears.

“Uh oh.” Cole senses the incoming tears, picking you up and placing you on the tabletop. He grabs the first aid kit from the side of the fridge, opens it and puts a band-aid over the sore spot. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll never get hurt as long as I’m around.”

“Thanks, dad,” You say, rubbing the spot where the spoon had landed harshly. 

You manage a grin, lighting up when you see Aunt Nya walking into the kitchen. She notices you immediately, worry filling her face when she sees the first aid kit on the counter. 

“Cole!” She scolds, gently massaging the area around the band-aid. She summons some water, holding a bubble of it on the spot where it instantly provides relief. “Do you feel better, sweetie?” She asks sympathetically, eyeing your adoptive dad with a slight glare.

He huffs, crossing his arms. “We were just baking cake, they asked!” He protests. 

“It’s true, Auntie Nya. I wanted to do it for your birthday this week.” You glance up at her with a slight pout, and she melts at your expression. 

“You didn’t have to do that, sweetie, but I’d love to try your baking!” You brighten up, smiling widely. After getting a glass of milk, she leaves the kitchen, pressing a quick and affectionate kiss against your forehead.

It’s been 10 years since you were adopted by the ninja, all of them becoming family, with Cole as your primary caretaker. The day you addressed him as ‘Papa’ for the first time brought tears to his eyes, and he was teased about it relentlessly for weeks until you called the rest of the ninjas ‘Papa’ as well. 

Everyone was brought close to tears except for Wu. According to Uncle Kai, you had giggled and called him ‘Granpa.’ 

Grandpa Wu accepted the name without further question.

You hop off the counter, giving your dad a hug. His strong arms pull you close, ruffling your hair as you giggle with a wrinkle of your nose, shoving him off you. “Don’t!!” You laugh, “Uncle Zane braided it for me today.”

“What, you don’t like my artistic hairstyles?” He jokes, and you shudder at the memory of him getting your hair tangled into a giant knot that took hours of detangling. He gives you a noogie as you move away, shifting to start washing the dishes.

“I’m glad you’re our kid.” He murmurs, and your eyes curve into crescents as you smile back sweetly.

“And I’m happy you’re my dad.”

#Cole Brookestone #Cole Brookestone x Reader #Platonic Cole Brookestone x Reader #platonic cole brookestone x reader #cole brookestone x reader #cole brookestone x you #ninjago x reader #ninjago #cole brookestone x gender neutral reader #cole brookestone x y/n #x reader #cole x reader #asks #requests #ninjago requests

[bxngthedoldrums]

a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

#petekey #had to do it to em #man what the FUCK goes on

[badwitch-if]

“I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me. Spanning years & continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic.”

To the very few that know them well, Ash Casablanca is a walking contradiction. They're so practiced at maintaining the very picture of perfection, they fool even themselves. Loyal to an absolute fault, they would be hard pressed to ever turn down a covenmate.

The youngest in a long line of Casablanca cousins, Ash grew up surrounded by family. A family they would have happily traded in, but a family nonetheless. The Casablancas were known as a wild and reckless bunch of Witxhes, who often acted like their time was wasted inside the classroom.

Ash's parents tried to discourage the wild Casablanca roots from taking hold, trying instead to coax out the more stable Hawthorne elements. Where the Casablancas were seen as tempestuous and unpredictable, the Hawthornes were strong, pillars of society. But their parents efforts were usually in vain, so often, even before Ash could introduce themselves to teachers and counselors, they were written off as another mediocre witch in a long line of troublemakers.

That is, until they met the eight other children that would become their coven, their soulmates, the people that would come to know the deepest parts of Ash. It was as if from that moment forward, they all became the best versions of themselves, but Ash in particular. Being around people who liked and loved them so much, and so easily, allowed Ash to become their truest self at the Silver Lake cottage.

Over the years they grew into a strong, sarcastic, whip-smart witch, whose voice and laughter could often be heard echoing down the halls of the house. And ever since Ash met them, no matter the situation, they always seem to gravitate towards MC and Ori. Eventually MC's obsession/love of Demonhall infected Ash, and the rest is history.

Being too young to compete, they dedicated themselves entirely to the study of the sport, including origins, histories, as well as a thorough audit of the rules. Ash becomes so overtaken with the game that his parents buy a decommissioned Demonhall and have it relocated to their house near the academy, itself a recent purchase.

The young coven practised in secret the summer before their third year, under the guise of staying together at the Casablanca estate. And this would begin a long and important tradition with the Silverlakers — of spending long, countless nights learning magic considered to be 'out of their grasp', before making the little trek out to the woods where they attempted their most dangerous spells and enchantments.

Third Year would mark the turning point for the coven. They competed in their first season of Demonhall finishing first in their age class, and third overall. This was all the encouragement Ash needed to launch themselves at training and studies, full speed. Until their body decided to play a joke and turn against them, and that was when Ash learned they had just two obsessions in life: Demonhall, and cute Witxhes.

And boy oh boy, did they excel at that just as easily as their other passion. Ash found that they loved having crushes almost as much as they loved eliminating a Witxh in a game, and of course, there were more than a few similarities between the two. That feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when you realised the game had begun. The thrill of the chase.

So like many Ash's age, during their early adolescence, they were utterly consumed with romantic flings and the obsession of sport. It wasn't until the [REDACTED] that Ash took stock of their life and asked themselves some hard questions. And then there was [REDACTED] where Ash's entire life changed. MC was all they could think of and for once, the lines of attraction and Demonhall were somewhat blurred.

The coven continued to push the boundaries of magic, stretching the laws of nature and ethics. The other covens demanded to know how they already knew spells and potions before they'd been taught in the classroom; why the Silverlakers won match after match in the Demonhall, utterly destroying their competition. Some properly outraged parents even demanded a Shuffling of the Covens, an event that had only ever been discussed hypothetically during the school's founding.

All of this only helped to infuse Ash's ego, as it all but confirmed that they were anything but a mediocre Witxh, and things were actually pointing to them being a pretty great. Around this time, rumours started swirling of a young academy coven that was blowing up records left, right, and center. The summer before Fifth Year saw the Silverlakers invited to their first international match. It was the first time the world would get their first look at the coven that would soon take the Demonhall world by storm.

Ash absolutely adored the fame and glowing attention that their stardom brought. If they weren't already convinced they wanted to pursue a career in Demonhall, their latter years at the academy confirmed it. While still taking classes, the Silverlakers had the added pressure of balancing more exhibition and international matches on top of their regularly scheduled academy games.

Scholars were actively studying the coven because they were performing at a level they just... shouldn't be capable of performing at yet. Ash, MC, and Ori were being openly courted by several professional Demonhall teams before Ori made it known that they weren't interested in pursuing the sport professionally.

And so it was down to MC and Ash. They spent hours going over the pros and cons, arguing over which team would be the best to join and why. There was no question that if they did this, they would do it together, because their biggest strength in the arena was each other.

But then just when they were about to head out into the world, to enjoy a well-earned life of luxury and excitement, it was [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], all but snatched away. Any professional life or romantic future with MC was suddenly not an option, with very little in way of explanation.

So Ash picked themselves up and tried to carry on as if everything was fine. They spent the better part of their twenties whoring, partying, and maintaining a near-perfect Demonhall record. They have been an honoured guest at every High Solstice and Equinox Ball of the past decade, the quarterly event for the trendy Witxh who wants to see and be seen.

Ash has a golden-beige complexion that maintains a perma tan year-round. They're taller than average & have an incredibly athletic physique. They literally look like they were chiselled from marble, with a magnificently toned ass.

Ash's work look is a midnight blue, ultra slim-fitting 'Aurora Bolts' Demonhall simsuit. Their day-to-day style is casual, comfortable, cool. Lots of khakis and large pullover sweaters. Light, neutral tones. Very 90s Ralph Lauren, Hilfiger. Their evening/glam look often shows off their athletic bod, with soft lines and sheer fabrics.

Their wavy, honey-blonde hair is cut to shoulder length on Aisling, but grown out a couple inches on Asher so that it always looks a little unkempt. They possess the bluest of blue eyes, sometimes as clear as ice, while other days they were as dark as the midnight sky.

Ash has a cleft chin and a megawatt smile, and seems practically made for the limelight. Asher keeps himself pretty clean-shaven, so you know he's not himself when his five o'clock shadow is showing, while similar could be said about Aisling being seen without her signature berry red lips.

aaand here's a link for Ash's playlist. I've been playing around with it for years... so it's more of a 10hr long ✨vibes✨ playlist than being music that Ash would listen to, but that's another fun project altogether 😅

*I don't own any of these photos, please don't sue! And credit for the top quote goes to S2 Logan Echolls, aka LoVe (but probably really series creator Rob Thomas)*

#ash casablanca #badwitch if #badwitch #choice of games #choicescript #hosted games #interactive fiction #witches #if #if wip #interactive novel #magic #cyoa #if: fyi #if: wip

[amatchinwater]

Recently obsessed with this one thing

Reader hits Jason with a lunch tray for making fun of Eddie and Eddie then falls in love with reader

She/her reader

Thank you so much!! This was super fun 💚

Peace Sells | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ (language), mild blood, mild violence, light angst (mostly caused by Jason), kind of possessive behavior, protective reader and Eddie

Words: 1562

Master List

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

For the first time in your life, you don’t completely hate being the new kid. It took two days, two measly days for you to find people that you can not only call your friends, but that you actually care about. In your third period, Gareth hit you in the face with a crumpled up ball of paper. At first, you were furious because why the fuck did he just throw something at your face? Until he instructed you to open it. Inside, scribbled in awful handwriting, was a note telling you to find him at lunch. 

Which was weird because you didn’t think anyone would want anything to do with the new girl that showed up well over half way into the school year. But he had a nice smile and gave you a reassuring nod. When you found him as promised, he was surrounded by a bunch of guys smiling and laughing, the only one you’d cared to really look at was sat at the head of the table. Turns out, Eddie found out that Gareth shared a class with you and told him to invite you to their group. 

Now, well over two weeks later, you’ve got six of the best friends you could ever ask for. Honestly, you were a little intimidated at first. Not to have your entire friend group be filled with guys, you don’t care about that. No, it was more so that they all seemed so close with one another; very tight knit. And letting in outsiders didn’t seem like something they just did. Definitely not after knowing you for less than twenty-four hours at the time. But you were welcomed with open arms. 

Eddie said he’d never seen a girl walk into school confidently wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and combat boots. They all knew you were meant to be one of them. You didn’t know the first thing about DnD, but they offered to teach you and you’re actually really excited to learn about it. It sounds like a really fun game. 

Everything was going great until, for some fucking reason, Jason Carver of all people decided to take an interest in you. You tried your hardest to avoid the blonde at all costs. But he was like the world’s most annoying magnet. Gravitating towards you every chance he got. Sometimes out of nowhere too. It was aggravating to say the least. Jason didn’t really seem to care, doing his best to lay the charm on thick like it’d work to his benefit. 

It doesn’t. 

Not a big surprise that it doesn’t stop him either. 

Even when you’ve just gotten your tray of food and are making a beeline to the Hellfire table. Honestly, he’d probably follow you into the bathroom- where you often hide from him- if it wouldn’t get him into trouble. 

“Hey,” Jason steps in your path, flashing his pearly whites, hands in his letterman jacket. 

“What do you want, Jason?” You huff out, watching your friends turn their attention towards you from behind the jock. Jeff’s wincing in his seat while Gareth shakes his head at Eddie who’s already on his feet. Not coming over just yet, but watching with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. You love how protective they are of you, but you’re capable of looking out for yourself. 

“I was wondering,” he looks down as he laughs a little, “hoping, really.” Jason corrects himself, blue eyes landing back on your face. “Maybe you’d want to sit with us today? With me?” 

On one hand, you can appreciate Jason just shooting his shot so effortlessly. But you’re far from interested and have told him plenty of times that you’re not. “Jason,” you sigh, adjusting the now heavy tray from holding it for too long, “I really don-”

“Before you say no,” he holds his hands out, smile ever present, “I really like you and-”

“You don’t even know me.” 

“But I’d like to get to know you,” Jason retorts. 

Eddie’s moved, walking slowly towards the two of you now. 

“Look, I’ve tried being polite,” you chuckle dryly, “really, I have. But you just can’t seem to take a hint even when it’s blatantly obvious.” People close to you have ceased their conversations to listen to yours, your voice having raised a few decibels. “So I’m going to say this one last time and I really hope it sticks. I’m. Not. Interested. Nor will I become interested if you keep pestering me. It’s exhausting! I don’t like you.” 

“Is there someone else or something?” Jason looks confused. 

Of course, that’s the only scenario in his mind that someone wouldn’t be swooning over him. Damn near drooling that the jock is giving them the time of day. “Jason, that’s not-” 

“It’s because of Munson, isn’t it?” Jason’s eyes darken with his anger, malice seeping into his tone. “Him and his band of freaks have corrupted you, haven’t they? You know they’re satanists in their spare time, right? Yo-you’re not like them. You’re too pretty to align yourselves with a freak like Ed-” you don’t let him speak Eddie’s name, opting for flinging the food off of your tray onto his clothes as you whack him right in the face with the hard plastic. 

The whole cafeteria goes silent save for Eddie’s shouted, “yes!” 

Jason stumbles a little from your hit, rubbing his jaw, eyeing you with venom in his eyes. 

“You don’t get to fucking say his name. Eddie isn’t a freak, he’s an amazing, normal fucking human being who enjoys playing a game with his friends. If anyone’s a freak, it’s you. He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you growl, lifting your tray to take another swing at him should he try something else. 

But you forgot how agile someone needs to be to be as good at sports like Jason. How fast. He grabs your wrist, the tray clattering to the floor as he yanks you to his chest. Jason’s face is two inches from yours when he seethes, “who the fuck-”

Once again, Jason’s words are cut short when a ring clad hand wraps around his shoulder, Eddie having made it over to the two of you. The twisting of Jason’s body made him let go of your wrist, which you rub to regain circulation, hoping it doesn’t bruise. “Wrong move,” is all Eddie growls, rearing back his fist and punching Jason right in the face. Hard enough that there’s dribbles of blood on his knuckles and the jock falls on his ass. Eddie squats down, absolutely furious, Jason clutching his bloody nose while Eddie yanks him close by his jacket collar. “You think you can put your hands on my girl?” 

His girl? Your heart does backflips in your chest. You can’t even begin to deny that Eddie is incredibly attractive. Or the several wet dreams you’ve had about him. Or how happy you’d be if you were his girl. But not once since you’ve been friends with him have you ever thought he had feelings for you that weren’t platonic. He treats you the same way he does the rest of the guys. One glance at your table shows your friends are just as shocked by his words as you. 

“Apologize, Carver,” Eddie spits his name, “now.” You half hear a muffled apology while Jason tries to stop the bleeding. “You ever touch my girl like that again, or any girl for that matter, I’ll break more than just your fucking nose. Got it?” The jock nods wildly and Eddie drops him, letting him lay back on the ground in pain. Eddie’s back up on his feet, one hand cupping your cheek, the other carefully holding your hand to inspect your wrist. “Are you alright?” 

You want to answer. Nod and tell him that yes, you're fine, just more shaken than anything. But those words don’t come out. What does is, “your girl?” 

“I’m sorry,” a saccharine laugh bubbling out of his chest, “did you not just smash him in the face defending my honor? I’m pretty sure my heart leaped out of my chest the minute your food went flying. I fell in love on the spot watching you hit him like that. And then that speech,” Eddie tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling, “I’m amazing, huh? Ten times the man?” 

“Well,” you shift on your feet, squirming under his undivided attention. He just punched a guy in the face for you and called you his girl. Your heart is practically levitating. Eddie just told you that he loves you because you defended him against Jason and you can barely think. “Yeah, you are,” you admit, a blush turning your cheeks and ears scarlett. 

Eddie pulls you to his chest by the small of your back, “so are you, beautiful.” He grins at the darkening shade of your cheeks. “So yeah, my girl,” he says with such confidence. But softens just a touch, “you cool with that?”

“Very,” you barely have a chance to fully utter the word before his lips are on your and you melt into him. Were it not for Eddie’s arm wrapped around you stabilizing you both, you’d have knocked him on the ground next to Jason. 

“Fucking bullshit,” the blonde grunts. 

You flip him off, smiling into the kiss with Eddie. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Match Writes

[space-writes]

7 snippets tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea a while back, thank you! i'm going to leave this one open tag - feel free to tag me to share your snippets!

I'm going to go through the 7 recent files on my wip-list, and pull my favourite bits from each for this, just for a bit of variety today~

cut for length. below you'll find a mix of fic from BG3, War of the Spider Queen, The Legend of Drizzt, and Dungeons & Dragons

1 - drink me dry - (baldur's gate 3, Durge/Astarion)

And they both have missing pieces. Cazador—walking corpse, he thinks, undead is not dead, is not offal, is not carrion—took Astarion’s life and embedded a mystery in his skin as a display of mastery. Someone stole Rune’s life and left him with an empty head and a hungry knife and he doesn’t know why yet, but soon he’ll make that rotted little butler talk.

2 - light me up - (Obsession series, War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms, Vizaeth/Rhylfein)

Rhylfein leans towards him, voice low. “Go on then, Thaezyr. Make me bleed.” Vizaeth’s pulse pounds in his temples. He can’t let go and he can’t look away, and whilst he’s trapped, Rhylfein takes the predator’s chance and darts his head forwards to capture Vizaeth’s mouth with his own.

3 - a delight to be around - (baldur's gate 3 , bard Tav/Gale/Astarion)

“Well, that’s sweet of you, but I don’t drink. So why don’t you two enjoy your wine and I’ll just go…find another bear or something.” Delight, never one to fall at the first, second, or even fifth hurdle, has already planned for this. They smile, and hold up their wrist. “I thought Gale and I could have wine, and you could drink as you normally do.” Gale makes a sort of strangled noise, like a cat choking on a hairball. Astarion’s eyebrows raise. He eyes Delight’s wrist, then shrugs. “Alright. I’m game if you are, Gale.”

4 - many hands - (the legend of drizzt, gromph/kimmuriel)

“My physical body possesses but one set of hands,” Kimmuriel said. “My mind may possess as many as it wishes.” “Four hands ought to be quite enough for anyone,” Gromph replied. No sign whatsoever of any amusement from the psionicist. Only a measured blink and then two more hands manifested at his shoulders; then another two at his ankles. “Eight might be called showy, my teacher.” “Do you protest because a mage hand provides you with but one arcane limb? Or because you fear what I might do with more?”

5 - untitled praise kink breakdown fic - (Obsession series, War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms, Vizaeth/Rhylfein)

“Hey, shh, come here.” Rhylfein is still stroking his hair. He’d be disgusted if he knew how Vizaeth got it. He’s not good, he’s not perfect, he’s not beautiful; he’s a freak. A patchwork of scars and necromancy posing as a boy.

6 - untitled degradation kink fic - (Obsession series, War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms, Vizaeth/Rhylfein)

He doesn’t like being on top like this, but he likes how Rhylfein’s hair fans out around his head, a tangle of red. He’s not going to tell him that—he’s learned quickly how little Rhylfein enjoys compliments. For whatever reason, anything that would make Vizaeth squirm with suppressed pleasure make Rhylfein recoil in disgust.

7 - sacrificium - (Dark Ascendance campaign fic, experimental BBEG OC backstory fic)

the magic that blooms with her adolesence is unsightly. untrained, unwanted, unpredictable—burnt hands, broken plates and shattered windows. matron shouts and sisters sneer and zeerith—magicless, forgotten—zeerith salves her burns and repairs the plates and sweeps the glass. he has nothing, and what she has is not worth having, so together they are less than any t’sonri should be.

#writeblr #tag games #7 snippets tag #fanfiction #snippets #wip #fic wip #bg3 fic #dnd fic #oc fic #obsession fic blogging #c: rune #c: delight #c: vizaeth thaezyr #c: rhylfein dyrr #c: elvrae t'sonri #these are like 90% dialogue i have a problem #(it's not a problem i love dialogue) #i should finish the elvrae fic i miss her

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Recently I’ve been having ideas about Eames.

TH Masterlist

Now, before any of you are going to wonder what kind of psycho I am, let me explain why this came up in the dark corners of my mind.

So, in Inception, we basically get little info about Eames. All we know is his surname and that he’s a damn splendid trickster. What is his story? What did he do before Dom approached him and the events of the movie took place?

Who is Eames?

I know I’m heavily diverging from canon here, but that very question spawned a concept I can’t stop thinking about.

Prof!Eames who stalks the cam girl he’s obsessed with and so happens to be one of his students.

*sips her coffee* Yeah, I know. But hear me out.

His online username is GentlemanSir.

He went to great lengths to grab your attention. Making multiple donations during streams, sending gifts and letters to your P.O. box, instructing the barista at the café you frequent to give you handwritten notes with your coffee but remain silent about him being the secret messenger.

Truth be told, he actually gets off on the idea he holds financial dominance over you.

Eames remembers fondly the absolutely flabbergasted expression on your face, the haze of pleasure temporarily lifted, when he donated once again a sum of money running into the hundreds.

It wasn’t so much the number that caught your eye. No, it was the message.

‘For groceries and to buy something nice for yourself.’

That certainly had him score brownie points with you. Sure, the money was nice, but it was the thoughtfulness of his words which drew you to him.

Very well aware of this, having overheard a couple conversations between you and your friends, Eames continued to accompany his donations with sweet messages.

Sir’s proud of you, taking such a big dildo. But don’t forget to drink water, darling!

Take a shower before you go to sleep, poppet. If I was there, I’d wash you and tuck you in.

I really like the new pink lingerie. Here’s some pocket change so you can buy some more cute outfits.

In class, he’s noticed you’ve become more at ease. Before, you used to have this distracted air, which he deduced stemmed from financial worries.

He’s kept an eye on you, trailing you from a distance after your shifts at your two part-time jobs to make sure you got home safe.

Not gonna lie, he was kind of ecstatic when you mentioned quitting your second job. He’s always admired your drive to balance academics with private and work life, but the exhaustion it caused you only made him amp up his game to get you to notice him.

He’d take care of you.

First behind the scenes.

And later, after graduating, he’d step from the shadows to take you on a trip and make you his.

Eames knows you won’t be able to reject his offer, already having planned what cards to play when your conscience will start to gnaw at you.

Moreover, he certainly had noticed the doe eyes you tend to make at him during lectures and seminars and the way you blush when you say his name, a privilege extended only to you.

He can tell it makes you happy when you call him Ian, especially outside of class.

He’s been working out more because he’s noticed the underlying dreamy satisfaction in your eyes it causes. The height difference helps too, as proven by a happy accidental discovery when he paid for your coffee in the cafeteria.

“It isn’t proper for a gentleman to let a woman pay for her own drink,” he merrily told you when you glanced over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and your whole body slightly trembling.

Had he let his self-control waver, he’d have swept you off of your feet and taken you right there and then. You simply looked too cute.

Too meek.

Incapable of stopping him.

He knows you tend to frequent bookshops in your spare time, so it happens more than once you ‘bump into him’ while browsing them.

He stays close to you under the pretense of protecting you from the other predatory men who fancy they have a chance with you.

In reality, though, the hand resting on your hip stems from the pure need, the instinct, to touch you.

Moreover, he enjoys the way he towers over you. He’s basically the wall between you and the outside world (and everyone in it).

A role which he intends to play until you tell your audience you’re taken by a man who does it like no other and you shut the camera off once and for all.

Until you introduce him to your parents and friends as your husband, the man who provides you with a stable and comfortable life.

Until he is your world.

And in the meantime, he’ll just have to get rid of every obstacle.

One silent bullet and perfect lie at a time.

All behind your back.

So you don’t have to see Sir’s monstrous side.

I’ll admit I went off the rails here, but this is what I’m living for right now. I don’t know how I’d translate this into a wee story or series, if ever I will. All the same, I thought it’d be a nice concept to share.

Tag list: @buttercupsandboys @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @alikaheroes @ilovemanypeople @dreamlandcreations @zablife @vir-tual @liliac-dreamer @woofgocows @elijahssuit

#Inception #Eames #Eames imagine #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Ian Eames

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Oh shit, Mae? Honestly kinda loving it.

Sometimes murder is okay, especially when the killer is🥰🥰

Idk if Woo is just acting or suddenly a tolerable non-douchebag…. Prolly the former

Hiii!!! How are you? You eating and/ or feeling good? Hope you’re drinking water! Sending love and support 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Bestieeeeeeee!!!! So a few things

1.) the dance is Friday, i’m freaking outt

2.) we’ve been holding hands a lot(!) and recently i’ve been chilling on his lap, but today i took a lil nap while on his lap and after waking me up for class he said “I couldn’t feel my arm but it was worth it, i’d let it happen again, many times actually” and i just🥰🥹 cause i was scared that i’d add too much weight of sumn and without me even bringing it up i was reassured 😭.

2.5) this one isn’t big just felt like mentioning it. During the last class of the day we sit next to each other and we were holding hands under the table right? Then when i had to write j moved my hand, now i expected him to start writing too but no! he moved his hand onto my thigh and kept it there until i stopped writing (cause then i could hold hus hand again). Its amazing bc im a stage 5 clinger & he reciprocates the clinginess😊

3.) so I have this ring that is soo cute but doesn’t fit any of my fingers, so i put if on a chain. We now share the necklace.. like deadass if i feel like wearing it ill just go take it off of him then give it back later. And its not just the fact that he’s wearing something of mine but also that he likes it, and he looks good in it.

4.)im in marching band yea? So tonight was a v important game (it was against the rival school, we won 47-0) and he came!! Like ik he was coming but still☺️. So once halftime is over meaning band is done with the halftime show i see messages from my dad & aunt….. why were they sitting right behind him 😭 they got along but i was so scared the entire time, not to mention the nerves that were already there from performing in a bigger stadium than im used to

Like im convinced he’s trying to kill me. Cause literally why else would he be this great? Like wdym you like clinginess, you get along with my dad, and you’re keeping your hand on my thigh??? This man must be stopped. Anywho just wanted to do a lil catching up (and ranting abt him bc im sure my other friends are sick n tired of hearing abt him

Is it actually Mae though 🧐 she could kill me and I would thank her regardless 🥵

PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😂

Hi bestie 🥰 I'm doing well ! Drinking water and eating well. I hope you are too. Sending so much love and support your way. It's coming. You can't stop it 💕💕💕

Omg bestie all of this. All of this is so cute. I am obsessed. Like I feel like I was there and watching my best friend find someone good for them and I'm just smiling 🥹 this is so cute and soft and I am so very happy for you !!!

Such a green flag that he gets along with your dad honestly. And that he supports you. Like yes. So much yes. I am seeing a neon sign that says yes !!!

And you can always come here and tell me about everything because I love hearing about this ! I want to know everything. Please tell me everything 😭

But omg bestie my boyfriend has been too cute to me lately. He keeps calling me his princess and his wife and I 🥺 he even did matching profile pictures with me because I asked. He will literally just randomly text me out of the blue "wife I love you" and I swoon every time. This man is the whole ass love of my life I swear.

#ask

[yank-a-ton]

Feel free to talk about thte first half of that ask I sent, the one about Michael giving up Trevor's ID. I love your analyses! I've only recently started playing and have no one to gush over it with so my asks can be a little scrambled.

Hey no worries for a bit of scrambling. My replies are always scrambled anyways. We'll scramble these eggs together

That split second decision to tell Trevor to run goes through my head so often lmao. The plan was to kill Trevor and send Brad to jail and it was going to be quick so Michael wouldn't have to think too hard about it in the moment. Kill Trevor first so it's too late to change his mind. I'm sure that was Michael's idea, too.

He's got a sick obsession with Trevor in a way. He likes the way Trevor almost worships him, and he hates it too. He's the physical manifestation of every night of fun he's had, every bad decision he's made. A constant reminder of who Michael Townley really is. Somewhere along the way that stopped being a good thing in his eyes. He knows a part of him will always want Trevor around in one way or another, and a fresh start doesn't include that. If he kills Trevor, there's no temptation to go back. Not to mention the fact that Trevor has been wearing Michael thin for years now. He's a liability in a lot of ways.

There’s this implication throughout the game that before Michael met Amanda, all his attention was zeroed in on Trevor and their partnership. However that's interpreted is up to the audience I suppose, but it's clear that Trevor, this man who has been deprived of affection his whole childhood, finally felt he was the center of someone's universe. He's Michael Townley's best friend, and nothing could be more important than that. So when Michael starts splitting his time between Trevor and his family, Trevor gets jealous. He acts out in small ways to bring Michael's attention back to him. And it works, but it chips away at their friendship every time. The longer it goes on, the more Michael distances himself. The more Michael distances, the worse Trevor's outbursts.  It's this unending cycle that leads to resentment, and Michael couldn't handle it any more. I think he's fully aware of how he messed Trevor up, but he also doesn't view it as his problem, because he has his family to think about.

Anyway, back to the Ludendorff heist. The sheer amount of planning that had to go into the Ludendorff heist on Michael and Dave's part for it to go down the way they wanted is crazy to me. He really sold them out completely just to get a head start lmao. Then you've got the logistics of the day itself. Dave is the only member of the FIB that’s a part this, and that it's kinda hush hush so they've got to plan it in a way that a single sniper can get it done. They didn't count on the entire police department showing up and creating chaos,, or Brad ruining the shot.

Michael is deadset on the plan, shown in the little comments he makes to Trevor throughout the heist. (Trevor, talking about the money in the vault: "Oh...There's enough here for us all to enjoy!/Who said North Yankton was a dead end. There's enough here to keep us all entertained." Michael: "Depends on how you look at it." and Trevor when he kills the security guard holding Michael Hostage: "There'll be time for grieving later." Michael: "Yeah, you got that right.") He's fully prepared for a future without Trevor in it. He's excited about it to some extent. Ready for it to be over and done with.

But little things keep going wrong on this heist. Way more cops than Michael anticipated, the driver getting shot, Trevor and Brad constantly worrying about the helicopter and suggesting alternate escapes, and getting hit by the train all kind of compile and make an already stressed out Michael frazzled and jumpy. So when Davey takes the shot and Brad walks in front of the bullet, there isn't much time to think.

Every little doubt Michael may have had jumps to the forefront of his mind in a split second. He can't look at the situation with a "Whatever happens, happens" view anymore because it all went to shit. Now he does have to think about Trevor dying. It's been prolonged. If Davey doesn't do it, the cops will. So he puts on a good show of dying, without a single drop of blood escaping his kevlar vest, and tells Trevor to run. It's his final gift to someone he still reluctantly cares about. And he's gotta be believable too, he can't ask Trevor to stay around to get shot and finalize the plan, because he knows Trevor would see right through it. So he does the only thing he can do to sell the story, and dramatically pretends to die.

Did he flinch when Trevor wailed his name in agony? Hearing his voice crack when he begged the officers to kill him instead? Does it even matter if he did?

Like you said, Trevor has nothing after this point. Michael sold him out completely (and why not? He expected Trevor to die, he wouldn't need that money lmao). He has no savings, he has no family, he has nothing but a history of addiction and self loathing to fall back on. And I dont think any of this occurs to Michael even once. He did his good deed, and saved his best friend from bleeding out in the snow. Whatever happens to Trevor from that point on, is Trevor’s problem.

Then you’ve got Trevor’s side of things. He watched the only person who’s ever cared about him bleed out in the snow. Seemingly out of nowhere, too. There was no way of knowing someone would be waiting behind that building to off them. So Trevor runs away because it’s all he can do.  He cant stay still for long because the feds are after him, and he can’t visit Michael’s grave for the same reason. (I’m sure he does once things die down. But to not be able to go to the funeral on top of that would be rough) He’s got nothing but memories and heartache. 

It’s so funny to me that Trevor likely moved to San Andreas to escape Michael’s ghost. North Yankton would be full of reminders. Gas stations they robbed, motels they stayed at, maybe even a park he took Tracey and Jimmy to. The cold weather itself would be a harsh reminder. So he moves to the sunny state where he’ll at least never have to feel those days on his skin. Where he’s close to an idealized version of Michael, but not the ghost. The bright shiny Vinewood sign mere miles away from him, a small reminder of the world Michael was obsessed with. Close enough to remind, but not close enough to hurt. Not realizing that Michael is there too, trying to escape Trevor’s ghost as well.

#i wrote all of that then realized i hardly touched on michael selling out t's ID whoops #i mean its all related but still sorry lol #how far are you in the game now? #talkaton

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

Heyy tumblr user ThatTallQueerBassist, hope you're doing well today!! I'd like to propose #9 for the prompt game, mainly because I've been obsessed with limited life recently and I feel like that prompt is very fitting. No pressure to do anything that doesn't spark your interest, but I thought this one would be fun (´ ∀ ` *)

-Birb <3

:D hi!!

I had so much fun writing this, and I hope it meets your expectations? I went for something that has angst implied if you know the context (the disaster that was session three XD) but it ended up being a lot lighter than I expected, so I hope thats okay!

It kinda got away from me, and its over 500 words so I'm gonna put a line break before it, to spare the dashes of anyone who doesn't want to read it XD

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Grian was sick, and exhausted. 

But he couldn’t rest, not in a death game. 

Not in a game where his time is slowly trickling away, deadline growing closer and closer with every misstep, every death.

But the other Bad Boys wouldn’t have it. 

“Grian! You need to go back to bed and rest up!” Joel blocked the doorway with his body, not letting Grian pass him. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to walk it off- Would you move? You’re in my way.”

Joel moved to block him again, holding him still with his hands on Grians shoulders. “No way, you’re sick, and not ‘easy fix’ sick, sick-sick. You’re going back to sleep.”

“I’m going outside!” Grian glared up at Joel, willing to fight for his freedom. How dare he try to keep Grian from going where he wants-

“You’ll make Jimmy sad if you don’t rest.”

That made Grian pause, because oh. He hadn’t thought about Jimmy, how he would feel if Grian ‘didn’t take care of himself’. And what if Grian made Jimmy or Joel sick? If they caught it while he was still sick theyd be vulnerable.. 

“Fine. But I want to rest outside!”

“Let me make you a bed and I’ll allow it.”

“Make me a hammock and we’ve got a deal.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You love it”

Joel rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

Jimmy returned from visiting the Mean Gills soon after Joel finished.

Grians smug smile peeked over the edge of the woolen hammock, and made Jimmy laugh when he saw it. 

“The pesky bird got a swing?” Delight colored his voice, always happy with the little additions to their base. 

Joel scoffed. “The pesky bird got a cold, and insisted on resting in the sun. Vitamin D and all that.”

Jimmy’s face dropped, and he hurried over to Grian, hands out but not touching like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Is there anything you need? I can go get it, did you drink water? I’ll go get you some water.” 

Grian watched him leave, mouth still open from failing to respond fast enough to the quick paced questions.

Joel laughed at him, teasing him about being part fish instead of bird. Grian stuck his tongue out in retaliation

Jimmy returned with a glass and a bucket of clean water, going above and beyond like he always tries to. 

After Grian drank enough to placate Jimmy, Joel said, “You should take a nap.”

“But what if something happens?”

Joel’s face softened. “We’ll watch over you. Just leave it to us, okay?” His words rung like a bell, solemn and promising. 

“Alright,” Grian sat up straighter, just for a second so they could see his face better, know he meant it. “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

Joel smiled, an unhinged, feral looking thing. “What could possibly make you that?” 

Jimmy started disagreeing, promising they’ll do their best and that no Bad Boy Plans™ would be put into action while he was recovering. 

But Grian was already fading, letting his head droop until his head was cushioned by his arms and a blanket. 

He could trust them. 

They’d keep him safe.

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#alittlebirb #this was so much fun #i had so much fun writing the dialogue #I didn't go back and edit very hard so its not very polished #but! I am pleased with how it turned out ^-^ #ask game asks :) #prompt game fics :D