#anyway he lives rent free in my head forever thanks

[madamemiz]

y'know what i find interesting about sun now that hw2 is out?

i've seen various interpretations of him since the game's release with all the new dialogue and scenes we got ranging from "stressed and in bad need of a cigarette and a three year vacation" to "petty bitch" to "caring but pushed to his limit" and like

the thing is, they're all right

he probably played favorites with some of the kids--cassie's testament combined with his general mannerisms certainly make me think so. sun is a little mean to the player character. he insults you, he talks down to you, he treats you like you don't have two brain cells to rub together when you screw up. in the carousel level, he's clearly begrudging that he can't simply do the job himself. he is petty and he is stressed and he is frustrated

you'd think, then, that sun would happily let moon do what he will with the human employees he clearly detests, with the kids that obviously frustrate him. you'd think he'd make good on his threats to turn off the lights himself, to let these people get what they deserve. how many times have we dreamed of petty revenge on the shitty customers and coworkers we've had to deal with in our jobs?

he doesn't. instead, he resigns himself to a life of isolation to keep moon in check, doing whatever he can to keep anyone else from getting hurt or dying. despite all his hot air, sun cares. deeply, selflessly. when we see him during the ruin segments of hw2, he's shaking in fear, hiding in scant light he has access to in his and moon's horrible room, out of easy reach from most, trying in the only way he can to keep more tragedy from occurring. he knows how bad his situation is; he's acutely aware of it in a way most of the other animatronics don't seem to be. his actions speak far louder than his words, and god knows he has plenty to say

sun is a deeply flawed person who tries to do good in spite of it all, and to me, that's fascinating

#fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #fnaf hw2 #fnaf sun #idk i've just been mulling this over since hw2 came out #ik some people were disappointed with his mannerisms #none of this to say sun is perfect. he obviously isn't #it's just far more interesting to see his good intentions contrasted with his harsh personality #idk. he's just so big and loud and grand that it's just kind of tragic to me that he makes himself so small and hidden #for the sake of people he doesn't even like most of the time #anyway he lives rent free in my head forever thanks

[cottondo]

hey! been scrolling your page for the last two minutes, and i think its really cool! i like the short story's you do, and i was wondering if you can do angle dust&husker x reader? husker and angle already have an established relationship in this, but maybe when a new patron for the hotel comes they take interest in them? just an ask! thank you!

Hi hi ! Im SO sorry I took FOREVER TO GET TO THIS OMG @airhead-arts

Here you go ! Also really sorry how trash it is , I’m not really proud of my writing lately 🥲❤️‍🩹

Requested ;

Angel x reader x husk

After coming across a hotel for sinners that seek redemption, you stuck a free place to live that offered food, room and board. It was nice, overall. Didn’t have to worry too much about somebody crawling inside your window, trying to kill you in your sleep. Then, there was the clientele. Most of them, super friendly! Alastor seemed a little creepy and weird, but you paid no mind to him much.

But, one of those certain ‘patrons’ living there, rent free, was Angel Dust.

Yep. The porn star.

You honestly couldn’t believe it- - but then again, anything was possible, you guessed.

You sat at the bar, which was surprising in itself, and sipped on a fruity mixture in a fancy little glass that the cute bartender poured. “New in town, kid?”

You nod, giving a slight lopsided frown. “Yeah- - well, no.” A bit dazed, your figure sits up straight out of thought. “I’ve been in hell for a few months now.”

Husk leans his arm on the counter top, and wipes out an empty glass. “So what’s gotcha so down?” He raised an eyebrow towards you, to which you glanced up from your glass and opened your mouth to respond; However, you were cut off by another voice that crept up from behind you.

Two hands trace their way up your arms, parking on your shoulders. The head leans down to your ear and smirks. “Because they haven’t said hello to me, yet.” A voice purrs in your ear. You pause, eyes widening, as you glance to your right and see a familiar face smiling at you.

Husk rolls his eyes, and stands up straight with annoyance. “Angel, leave ‘em alone. You don’t have to flirt with everyone you lay eyes on.”

Angel shrugs, still taking the liking to you anyway. “Oh, please. Y/N loves it~” He smirks down at you.

You laugh up at them, taking Angel’s hand and pulling it off from your shoulder. “I mean, I think you’re just coming on a little strong,” There’s a giggle under your tone as you catch them both stare with confusion. “But it’s fine with me.”

Angel shrugs, snapping out of the daze, and smiles. “See? Told ya!” He sneers over at Husk. “Why don’t I give you the ‘grand tour’~?” His head tilts down at you.

You were about to respond, but glance over to Husk as if looking for his approval of something.

The bartender lets out a huff, stepping around from behind the bar to situate himself beside you. “I think you’ll need a chaperone.” He mumbles with a dull look to his eyes.

You’re plenty amused, now. If you didn’t think this place was gonna be fun before, well shit - you certainly do, now.

With a laugh, your figure slides off the barstool and then glances between the two demons. You take Husk’s hand, then with your other, lock arms with Angel. “Guess I’ve got myself two tour guides.” You smirk.

Husk gives you a little smile in return, looking down at your hands, while Angel nudges you gently, “The more the merrier, doll face~”

#hazbin art #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #Angel dust #husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #husker x angel dust #husk x angel dust #huskerdust #alastor the radio demon

[lovelovelovelovelove987654321]

Neighbors

Part 1 Part 2

Tw: female reader, mention of Y/N

Proofread by the lovely @crashtestbunny

Ghost sighed as he signed the paperwork to rent a shitty flat. He sighed as he unloaded the boxes from his car, and he sighed as he stepped into the apartment. It matched him, he thought. The cobwebs, the dust, the watermarks, the stains on the carpet and the walls. It all matched his rotting soul. He didn't love the situation, but since when did he deserve to love anything? It was a place to leave his things when he was deployed. It would keep him (mostly) dry and warm, hopefully.

He let the maggots that lived in his brain slither around for a moment before shoving them back. He needed to unpack, and then eat. Get things done. Have a plan of action. Thats how he functioned best. Take off the mask? He briefly considered it, then shook his head sharply. He hadnt cleared the space of cameras yet.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door. Immediately alert to danger, he mentally cataloged the guns and knives he had hidden on various parts of his body. Slowly he opened the door to see his savior. You. With a bright smile and a Tupperware of cookies in hand, you shoved a ray of sunshine and and life right into the endlessly deep pit of darkness that was his brain. He liked no one, absoluetly no one, but he liked you already.

"Hi!" You chirped, "I'm your neighbor! I brought cookies!"

He forgot how to speak for a moment. You were... everything. He gruffly cleared his throat, he wanted to make his voice a little gentler for you. He didn't want to be anything less than perfect for you.

"'Ello. Thanks." He grunted, then cursed himself inwardly. He'd scare you off and he'd never seen you again and he'd have to live with the poison inside of him all alone forever and-

"'Course!" Your smile hadn't faded at all. In fact, it might be bigger. Brighter. More beautiful.

There was a slight awkward pause where Ghost wracked his brains for something, anything to say.

"Weathers been-" "My name is-"

Your smile turned sheepish, a little amused, maybe.

"You can go first." You said, and he wanted to hold you close, tell you everything and nothing all at once because his past had no place here, in your vicinity, but maybe he could tell you a happy memory or two and make you laugh?

"No, you 'kin go." He would let you talk over him forever, if you wanted. He wished he could listen to your voice 24/7/365. Record it and play it on repeat.

With a grateful look, you started again. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

A name a name a name a name a name. He had a name for you. It fit. Beautiful, just like you.

"Gh- Simon. The names Simon Riley." He was Ghost. To everyone. Even Soap wasn't allowed to call him Simon, Soap didn't even know he was Simon. Simon was the gentle, innocent, helpless, young boy he used to be. Simon wasn't him anymore.

But for you, he could be. Maybe. He hoped he could be. He could try, anyway.

He didn't want to be Ghost around you. Ghost, who would infect you with his dirty soul. Ghost, who hurt everything he touched, Ghost, who didn't feel. Ghost, who didn't care. Ghost, who was everything that he wanted your life to be free of.

#simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x y/n #call of duty x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x female reader #cod x female reader

[sparklingsora]

Holy fuck your Vee swap au is going to live rent free in my head forever . Vox being the bassist in Adam’s band is soooooo <3 to me . Obsessed . The designs are also so fucking fire 10/10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Could you elaborate more on the concept ? /np

first of all, thank you!!! <3 im so glad other people are enjoying this au :] not sure which concept exactly you mean - if you mean just the swap au in general, you'll see that i've already answered a number of asks about it, so you can go read through those!! but, since you mentioned vox and adam's band, i suppose i can elaborate on that! so, out of the lute/adam/eve trio, eve's definitely the most social. she hangs out with other sinners the most out of the three of them - lute and adam are kinda stuck-up and see themselves as above the other sinners (but dont worry theyll get better eventually). anyway, when rock music comes into existence, the three get aspirations to start a rock band together. lute takes up the drums, and adam and eve both take a liking to the electric guitar - now they're just missing a bassist! at one point, eve meets a bassist whose performance captivates her - vox. she befriends him, and finds out that he doesn't belong to a band, he just plays as a support bassist for various bands. she invites him to jam with her and the other members of brimstone eden - the name they chose for their budding band. well, the name EVE chose. if it was up to adam and lute they'd name it something like THE PUSSYDESTROYERS 🔥🔥🔥

anyway, lute and adam are hesitant at first, but the four of them discover that they fit together quite well musically, and vox officially joins the band. from that point on, the four of them become very close (adam, lute and vox are sorta like the worst siblings on the planet), until it all goes down the shitter when eve disappears and the rest of the group gets splintered </3

#askbox #veeswap au #tysm for the ask!

[ryuichirou]

OruVil HCs

Anonymous asked:

i know you don't play the game, but have you watched the new years event (the with vil)? i've recently been into your oruvil stuff and the way he dotes on and so clearly favors ortho made me think of that hehe. do you have any hcs for them? fluffy, spicy, or otherwise? (hope you're having a good day) :D

Anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on human Ortho with Vil?

Sorry for the wait, Anons, it took me some time to reply…

First of all! That New Year’s Event Vil card lives in my head not only rent-free, I pay it with my mental currency so it stays there forever. We haven’t watched this New Year’s Event (only the one with Kalim and Deuce), but we’re definitely going to do it one day. This year’s lineup is bonkers, and Sebek’s design was also great… But of course Vil is the queen lol

The fact that Vil keeps favouring Ortho and doting on him!! Thank you for lettins us know, Anon, this is the best. It makes me happy…

Alight, headcanons! Two versions, although the first bunch could work with either version of Ortho, to be honest. Maybe there was no reason to separate these two lists…

Regular Ortho

Vil really helps Ortho with his emotional development, both with the way he expresses himself and with his feelings in general. They talk about Ortho’s feelings a lot, sometimes it’s almost like Vil is both Ortho’s mentor and therapist lol But whenever Ortho suddenly starts talking about how much he likes spending time with Vil and how he wants to be closer to him, it’s always very unexpected and makes Vil’s heart beat faster.

It’s very unusual for Ortho to watch movies at the cinema and watch theatre performances, and he experienced both of these things with Vil. And while he can’t really feel pinpoint what makes the atmosphere so different and special (to him it’s all the same – just the environment is different), he has a lot of tropes in his head that he borrowed from the movies. So he’ll definitely at some point try holding Vil’s hand or even get clingy with him while watching a movie.

When Ortho got his own room, he was so excited that he invited Vil over to see it, which felt at the same time very childish and very sus of him: “let me show you my room” could have very conflicting connotations… Vil just wanted to treat him, so of course he agreed. Needless to say, the nerd den that is Ignihyde was shook to the core that day, because no one expected to see a gorgeous looking and amazingly smelling Pomefiore housewarden so up-close... the virgin igni boys got so STRESSED over the fact that Ortho brought him over, the theories ran wild for at least a week after that. Did they fuck? Did SOMEONE FUCK in THEIR DORM? The Virgin den?! Ortho, you’re such a fuckboy..!

Ortho blocks Mira sometimes. Vil doesn’t use her when Ortho is around anyway, but Ortho still doesn’t really like Mira lol Sometimes it’s almost like they have this weird rivalry.

Human Ortho

Ortho loves it when Vil styles him: wardrobe really transformed with Vil’s influence. They talk about clothes and shoes a lot, and spend a lot of time shopping together. A lot of times Vil spoils Ortho by buying him cool sneakers and jackets, but Ortho surprised Vil with designer clothes too: he’s kind of much richer than Vil anyway, so it’s only fair… and it made Vil happy…

Ortho is very clingy. Compared to the regular robot!Ortho, human!Ortho hugs Vil all the time. And it pisses everyone off, because Ortho could just sneak in, hug Vil from behind, rest his chin on Vil’s shoulder and stand like this while Vil’s explaining something to rest of the film research club. Even when Vil pushes Ortho away, he always does it in a weirdly gentle way: he scratches his head a little and then pushes him like a cat would do. While still explaining stuff to the rest of the film research club…

Ortho adores roleplay. Not only in a sexy way, but even just regularly: the moment he learned what improv was, he started to do it all the time with Vil. Of course, Vil doesn’t play along all the time, because there is time and place for everything, but he actually enjoys Ortho’s spontaneous nature when it comes to acting. Whenever Vil feels playful and gives him a “yes, and…”, Ortho gets very excited. They could play for hours… well, could’ve, but Vil is too busy for that :(

Ortho was lucky enough to receive a blowjob from Vil once, it was his birthday present (well, one of, there is no way Vil wouldn’t gifted him something else). And despite being “the hornier of two Shrouds”, it never even occurred to him how Vil would look with a dick in his mouth before. He was so happy… and way too smug afterwards lol

Despite the fact that Vil is more experienced, Ortho kind of overwhelms him when it comes to sex. He is a very fast learner, very enthusiastic, energetic and eager. Vil has a good stamina, but Ortho still leaves him absolutely exhausted after sex.

#replies #headcanons #oruvil

[libraryofgage]

Too excited to not share after finishing, so here's the full (unedited) Cheerleader Steve chapter of the Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins fic lmao

Featuring: Cheerleader Steve, Hellfire Club, Eddie's tragic split ends almost (almost) eliminating Steve's attraction to him, and Steve’s cheer routine living rent free in Eddie's head forever after (not that he knows it)

Anyway, here we go:

The theater room is mostly empty except for three more teens. A table is set up in the middle of the stage area, a DM partition at the head of the table and a grid-map spread across the middle. Little figurines are placed across the grid, each of them seeming to be in specific positions related to monster-like figurines. Steve can see two teens sitting at the table clearly, but the third one is behind the DM partition, slouching in their chair so only one hand with rings decorating the fingers can be seen dangling from the arm.

Flannel Teen leads Steve into the room just in time to hear the tail-end of someone saying, “-ill not convinced they won’t show up.”

“Eddie,” Flannel Teen says, cutting off whatever would have been said in response, “got a visitor for you.”

The one behind the DM partition---Eddie, Steve realizes---straightens up in his chair, a pair of brown eyes peeking over the top of the partition and landing on Steve. The eyes widen slightly, something like amusement and wariness dancing in them as Eddie stands and walks around the table and…

And Steve is fucked. He didn’t even know the whole metal-grunge-80s thing would do it for him, but here is with his heart skipping a beat. He wants to trace the rings on Eddie’s fingers, wants to study all the patches and pins on his vest, wants to grab him by the belt loop and wallet chain and pull him in close and kiss until they’re breathless.

The thing is, Steve doesn’t believe in things like love at first sight. But he does believe in things like his imagination and following his gut and knowing when the two are working together. Right now, his imagination and gut are doing a fucking tango with how they’re offering him visions of a semi-awkward dates, sweet kisses, incredibly satisfying nights, and little stolen moments together that make both of them smile for years to come.

He just knows in his gut that it could be so good, they could be good, but he still isn’t entirely convinced that Eddie isn’t a murderer. He’s, like, 98% sure, but that 2% is what keeps him in check, stops him from flashing a charming grin at Eddie. He’d really prefer to not be like those true crime girlies who want to fuck Dahmer, thanks.

“So,” Eddie says, effectively pulling Steve from his thoughts as he walks up to him, “what made you bring a stranger into our lair?” Despite looking straight at Steve, he knows the question is aimed at Flannel Teen.

“Some of the swim team cornered me in the hall,” Flannel Teen says, shrugging nonchalantly when Eddie glances over at him with a concerned, questioning look. “He…talked them into leaving and said he needed to talk to you.”

Steve thinks that’s an understated way of saying he implied they were all gay and then used high school social hierarchy and expectations to make them leave, but sure. Eddie hums with appreciation, apparently thinking Steve is worth a few seconds of his time, then, and asks him, “What’s your name, big boy, and what do you need from yours truly?”

“My name is Steve. It’s nice to meet you,” Steve says, smiling politely and ignoring the urge to ask how a theater room qualifies as a lair as he sticks his hand out.

The amusement in Eddie’s eyes instantly vanishes, replaced with indignation as he ignores Steve’s hands. His lips curl up in a sneer, circling Steve like he’s sizing up an opponent. “So, you’re the Steve I’ve heard so much about. How bold to show your face after making my campaign unplayable,” he says, coming to a stop in front of Steve.

This close, Steve is almost distracted by the absolute travesty that is Eddie’s hair. He wants to reach out, cradle the poor locks with their split-ends, and ask Eddie why he’d neglect something with such potential. He looks like he uses the 80s equivalent of a fucking 3-in-1 shampoo, and Steve almost loses all his attraction to Eddie in that moment.

Almost.

Steve drops his hand, keeping his polite smile even as he raises an eyebrow. “Unplayable? You could just reschedule it, dude,” he points out.

Eddie’s nostrils flare slightly, a scoff coming from him in the next second as he leans back, waving his hand dismissively. “Of course you don’t understand the sanctity of DnD. Let me guess,” he says, spinning on his heel and raking his eyes up and down Steve. “A jock, right? Balls in laundry baskets or tidy-whitey swimming? I’m surprised you aren’t with the rest of the brainwashed conformists at the game right now.”

Oh, Steve has been handed such a golden opportunity on a silver-platter here. He could blow Eddie’s assumptions right out of the water. But what would be funnier? Blowing the expectations out of the water now, or playing into them for now and confusing the hell out of him later? Well, it’s easier for Steve if he’s just honest and himself right now. Plus, he can't wait to see Eddie's face when he truly realizes he was wrong.

“I did play basketball,” Steve admits, ignoring the absolute elation on Eddie’s face that’s probably from being right and getting to rub it in, “and I did swim. But I’ve also played DnD a few times. I’ve been told my DM was shit, though, so I probably wasn’t playing right. Oh, I was a substitute cheerleader my senior year of high school and joined the chess club, too. I’m not at the game because Dustin asked me to talk to you. And because I just didn’t want to go.”

Eddie’s elation morphs into confusion, then curiosity, and then disbelief. “Somehow, I’m doubting the cheerleader and chess club part of that, Stevie,” he says, drawing out the nickname into something that’s supposed to be mean and goad him into reinforcing Eddie’s initial assumptions.

“What, want me to prove it to you?”

“Sure, Stevie, prove you were a cheerleader.”

Steve sighs, nods, and takes a few steps back. “You know, I fail to see what any of this has to do with Dustin and his friends asking you to postpone the campaign,” he says, shrugging off his jacket. He glances around, notices Flannel Teen standing next to Eddie, and holds it up questioningly.

Flannel Teen starts to reach out for the jacket only for Eddie to snatch it up himself. “Careful, Gareth, we don’t want you getting infected,” he jokes, flashing a grin that makes Gareth snort and tells Steve this is some kind of inside joke. He looks back at Steve and adds, “This has everything to do with it, big boy. I gotta make sure you aren’t a liar leading poor little Henderson astray.”

There’s genuine concern in his tone, so Steve bites back his sarcastic response and nods. He thinks for a moment, looking at the space around him and counting the syllables in Hellfire. After cycling through the few cheers he still remembers well enough to recite, he finally chooses one that doesn’t require too much movement.

Steve shakes out his arms, rolls his shoulders, and takes a deep breath.

“Hold on!” he shouts, plastering a bright smile onto his face and holding his hand out in front of him. He then spreads his legs to be shoulder-width apart and uses his right index finger to tap his left wrist in an exaggerated manner as he says, “Wait a minute!”

He’s barely started, and the entirety of Hellfire Club is staring at him like he’s an alien. The looks only get more confused as his grin becomes a little more genuine and he shouts, “Hellfire puts some boom into it!” As he says the club’s name, he pushes his arms out to the side, and he jumps as high as he can when he gets to “boom,” touching his toes mid-air.

Steve manages to land steadily, subtly letting out a breath of relief as he places his hands on his hips. He keeps up with the momentum, bringing his fists in front of his face. “Ramp it up!” He punches above his head with his left fist. “Knock it out!” He punches the air in front of him. Gareth slides his foot back slightly when Steve punches forward, and he’d feel bad if not for the clear fascination in the guy’s eyes.

“Hellfire Club always stays on top!” Steve brings his arms up and flexes them, a little proud of his muscles when he sees the way Eddie stares at his arms. “Hellfire Club never drops!” Steve, however, does drop. He drops into a split (and holy fuck, he’s grateful he wore the looser jeans today) with jazz hands thrown up in the air.

Silence reigns supreme in the wake of his cheer, and Steve can’t help his intense satisfaction at seeing the way Eddie’s grip on his jacket tightens, his knuckles surely turning white under the rings. Steve drops his arms, carefully moves out of his split, and stands up. “So, good enough for you?” he asks.

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds before looking away and roughly throwing his jacket back. “Yeah,” he says, his tone significantly less combative than before, “I guess we can fucking reschedule the campaign.”

Steve smartly refrains from asking what his cheer routine has anything to do with rescheduling the campaign when he was originally doing it to prove he wasn’t, in fact, leading Dustin astray. If this works in his favor, then he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he shrugs on his jacket and says, “Maybe everyone could tell me their names now.”

And so Steve learns their names are Gareth, Jeff, Asher, and---of course---Eddie.

#my writing #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins #cheerleader steve

[ro-is-struggling]

Hey!!! i love your writing, and i was wondering if it would be okay if i made a request? i was thinking Steve Harrington x reader, fluffy, reader can sing? headcanon or drabble, whichever you feel like! you’re wonderful!

Hi! Thank you so much for your lovely words! I just finished season 4 and when I read "reader can sing" this was the first thing that came to mind. This ended up being more agsty than I anticipated so I can totally write you a fluffier fic later if you want. Steve x singer!reader is a concept that lives in my mind rent free so I'd love to write more about it. Anyways, I hope you like it!!

Through the dark || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve gets attacked by Vecna but your voice guides him through the dark.

Warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, hurt/comfort, my take on Steve fears/insecurities, fluff 

English is not my first language

Word count: 2300+

Notes: this is my personal take on Steve's fears and trauma since he hasn't been attacked by Vecna yet and let's hope he never is so it could be ooc/inaccurate but hey it's fanfiction so it doesn't matter

The song I use in the fic is Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

Steve was confused. One second he was sitting next to you, talking with the others and coming up with a plan to defeat Vecna, and the next second everyone around him was gone. He had closed his eyes for a moment trying to visualize the words coming out of Nancy's mouth, and when he opened them again he found himself alone in the room. The lights seemed to have grown dimmer and the air colder. It was then that he heard it. The sound of a clock echoing in the distance.

Tick tack

Tick tack

Tick tack

"Steve" a deep voice called his name and a  shiver ran down his spine as he realized what was happening. Vecna had caught him.

"No no no no this isn't happening" he whispered in desperation, jumping up from his seat and frantically scanning the room for his attacker.

"You can't save them, Steve. You are a failure."

"No. No. This isn't happening. You are not real" exclaimed the young man, preparing to run out of there.

"Oh, but I am. I am very real" the monster stated, emerging from the shadows. "And there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"C'mon man, wake up" Steve whispered to himself, trying hard to ignore Vecna's words and concentrating all his attention on finding a way to wake up from that nightmare. However, when the monster walked toward him, he began to grow impatient. "Y/N, help! Nancy! Robin! Somebody help me!" he shouted in desperation. He knew no one could hear him, but he was running out of time and didn't know what else to do.

"They can't hear you, Steve. And they can't stop me. You can't stop me."

Steve tried to run, but the monster was faster than him, using his mental powers to throw him across the room. His body crashed against the wall with a thud that overwhelmed all his senses. He tried to move and discovered with horror that Vecna was holding him still, suspended in mid-air against the concrete wall.

"You can't save them. You'll fail, just like you always do. You are a failure, Steve Harrington, and your time is up."

In the blink of an eye Vecna was standing in front of him. His dead-looking eyes watched him closely, piercing into the depths of his thoughts. Steve struggled to free himself, but his effort was in vain. He watched in horror as the monster raised one of its large, disgusting hands over his face, extending its long, pointed fingers to cover the size of his head. Steve thought at the time that this would be it. After all he had been through, that would be the end of him. He would die at the mercy of Vecna and his hideous hand would be the last thing he would see before he left this world forever. 

But then he heard a melody echoing in the distance. It sounded familiar even though he could not make out more than a vague whisper. He tried to concentrate on the music, letting the melody replace the feeling of dread inside him. He closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to remember when he had heard that sound before.

My love, there's only you in my life

The only thing that's right

My first love

You're every breath that I take

You're every step that I make

When he opened them, he discovered that he was no longer in that dim and cold room, suspended in the air, but in his house. He walked through the corridors, following the sound of the music and reached the kitchen, where you were preparing breakfast. The radio was on and you were mumbling, singing under your breath as you whipped up the pancake mix. Steve recognized the memory almost instantly. How could he not? It was one of the memories he treasured the most. That morning had been the first time he had told you he loved you.

And I, I want to share 

All my love with you

No one else will do

He had awakened to notice the absence of your body next to his in bed. He felt cold without your arms around his waist, so he got up to drag you back to bed. Only when he found you in the kitchen he was completely mesmerized by your figure. It was no big deal, you were just preparing breakfast, but to Steve it was the most beautiful scene he had ever witnessed. His chest exploded with love as he watched you cooking, humming softly and moving to the rhythm of the music on the radio.

And your eyes, your eyes, your eyes

They tell me how much you care

You will always be

My endless love

Steve loved the sound of your voice, whether it was when you were talking or when he found you singing. He swore that your voice was one of the most beautiful he had ever heard. You sang like an angel and he always felt lucky to hear you, even if it was just humming. Your voice had a special power over him, it always made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You had a different glow every time you sang, an aura of joy and calm that made him feel at home. Steve could listen to you sing for hours without getting bored. You were his personal muse, an angel that had come down from heaven specifically for him. However, you were somewhat shy about your voice and didn't sing as much as he would like you to. That's why he crept into the kitchen that morning, leaning against the door frame so he could hear you sing without alerting you to his presence..

Two hearts

Two hearts that beat as one

Our lives have just begun

"Steve! Jesus christ, you scared me!" You had scolded him when you discovered him there, silently watching you. "What are you doing there, you creep?"

"Just enjoying the show" he had said, giving you one of those smiles that quickened your pulse and made you blush. "You know how much I love your voice. Please keep singing to me."

His request caused more blood to pool in your cheeks. "No! Go away, I'm busy" you refused, trying to hide your embarrassment by turning your attention back to the pancakes cooking on the stove.

"Oh c'mon! Please, for me?" Steve insisted, closing the distance between you by taking a couple of long strides. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body towards him. "Please, just a little more. Pleaseee." His head rested comfortably on your right shoulder, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and pouting in the hopes that would be enough to convince you.

"No" you repeated with laughter, biting your lip in an unsuccessful attempt to contain the smile that wanted to form on your face.

Forever

I'll hold you close in my arms

I can't resist your charms

And love, oh love

I'll be a fool for you I'm sure

You know I don't mind

You know I don't mind

Steve watched you with complete adoration. You looked so beautiful like that, smiling with your cheeks dyed pink. You were adorable, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His heart exploded with joy as he held you in his arms. A part of him still didn't understand how he had managed to get your attention, but you were his and he was yours and that was all that mattered. He loved you with an intensity he had never experienced before. He had never felt anything like it for anyone before. His day got better when you were by his side and his heart raced every time he heard you laugh. He wanted to spend every second of his life with you, to share every moment with you until the day he died. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

"God, I love you" he muttered without even thinking about what he was saying. He was too distracted by your beauty and the swirl of emotions that flooded his heart as he held you in his arms to realize that it was the first time he had uttered those words.

'Cause you

You mean the world to me

I know, I know

I've found, I've found in you

My endless love

"What?" you asked, slowing your movements. Steve looked at you in confusion from his place at your shoulder, until he realized what he had said.

"I..." He didn't really know how to finish the sentence. Had he scared you with his confession? Didn't you feel the same way he did? Should he lie, make up some excuse to justify his words and save your relationship? He admitted that perhaps his confession had been a bit hasty. He understood that it might have caught you off guard because he had honestly been surprised at himself as well. But at the end of the day that was the truth. He loved you and wanted you to know it. You were the light that guided him on his path, the one who gave his life meaning. You were the love of his life and it didn't feel good to hide it. On the contrary, he wanted to shout it to the whole world.

Oh and love oh love

I'll be that fool for you I'm sure

You know I don't mind

Oh you know I don't mind

"She doesn't need you, Steve" Vecna's raspy voice interrupted the moment, appearing from the shadows once again to continue his torment. "You are useless, nothing but a pathetic man who has failed everyone in his life. Why do you think mommy and daddy are never around? They are tired of you, and she will be too." Steve turned to look at Vecna for a moment, considering his words. It was hard to ignore a creature that had the ability to search his mind and repeat the words that frightened him the most, uttering out loud his greatest insecurities. But just in time, your voice echoed behind his back, returning his attention to the memory unfolding in front of him.

"I love you too, Steve."

And yes

You'll be the only one

'Cause no one can deny

This love I have inside

And I'll give it all to you

My love, my love, my love

My endless love

When he came back to reality your face was the first thing his eyes met. You were sitting in front of him, your hands caressing his cheeks as you sang the same song that played on the radio in his memory. He understood then that it was your voice and the power of that memory that had saved him from death.

"Steve! Thank god, I thought I lost you" you exclaimed in relief, wrapping your arms around him to hold him close to your body in a warm embrace.

"I'm okay, I'm okay" he whispered, hiding his face in your neck. He repeated his words a couple more times, until he was convinced that he was still alive.

After telling his friends about his encounter with Vecna, Steve excused himself to leave the room. He still felt overwhelmed by the experience and needed some peace and quiet if he was going to calm his frightened mind. He sat on the porch steps, enjoying the fresh air and the gentle breeze blowing against his face. The sun that was beginning to set lit up the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was a beautiful sunset, it was a shame that he felt so bad.

"You shouldn't be alone," you announced in a soft voice, sitting down next to him. "It's dangerous."

"I know, it's just..." Steve shrugged, too tired to finish the sentence.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He shook his head without looking away from the horizon. Steve was hurting, you could see it in his posture and his lack of words. It broke your heart to see him like that, but you didn't know what to do to help him. "You know I love you, right?"

Steve turned to look at you, admiring the sparkle in your eyes for a moment before nodding his head slightly. "It was your love that saved me. That memory of the first time we said we loved each other... How did you know it was going to work?"

"I didn't, but we didn't have any of your cassettes here so I had to improvise" you admitted. "Ever since that day I think of you whenever that song plays on the radio. I can feel the warmth of your body next to mine, I can smell the pancakes in the air and I can feel your lips against mine. I thought that maybe it could have the same effect on you. And thank god it worked."

"You know what I think it is that made it work?" Steve asked you and you shook your head, looking at him with curious eyes. "You."

"Me?"

"It was your voice guiding me through the dark. I mean, no offense to the original artists, but I think the song sounds way better when you sing it."

"Steve" you complained, hiding your face in his shoulder so he wouldn't see the blush on your cheeks. You knew he was exaggerating because there was no way you could sing better than two professional artists, but you found his words adorable.

"It's true! I don't think it would have worked with the original version. So... You know what this means, right?"

"No" you mumbled against his neck, confused.

"It means you're gonna have to sing to me all day long until this is over."

"Steve!" you exclaimed, laughing at how ridiculous that sounded as you lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look at him. 

"What? It's the only way to be safe" he shrugged.

"You're an idiot" you told him affectionately, giving him an amused smile.

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot" he replied before closing the distance between you. His lips collided against yours in a slow but passionate kiss, expressing through it all the love you had for each other and how relieved you were to have the opportunity to kiss one more time.

#Steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #stranger things

[lupeloto]

tag game wednesday :>

thank u for the tagss @creepkinginc @energievie @lingy910y @such-a-barbarian @mickeysgaymom @transmickey @golden28s @ardent-fox @milkovichrules i love doing these!

name: laurel🌿

last song you listened to: killer by phoebe bridgers🫣

artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: noah kahan forever and always, boygenius forever and always

fave Blorbo Moment: such a difficult question... i mean i have an entire multiple-page document about him so... i'll just go season-by-season

s1 - "thought you were working today... i'll meet you there in twenty" orrr "i like 'em sweet" like okay girl omg

s2 - the eyes he gave ian while he was shotgunning the beer in the dugout (he's a slut)

s3 - him making little pizza rolls with his oven-mitt an the snacks and drinks he got for his date with ian someone sedate me

s4 - of course of course of course the cop-car-coming-out-scene (could cry thinking about it)

s5 - "sorry i'm late"

s6 - *internal screaming*

s7 - "whatcha doin' here then?" orrrr "you ever think about me?" (he just wants to be loved no one touch me)

s10 - "i definitely love one" orrr "you're so sensitive" (bc it happened it's canon it literally happened i was there)

s11 - oh nothing just him planning that whole party that was entirely based off of the theme of their wedding and recruiting all of he and ian's loved ones without ian knowing a single thing about it.... or "get it yourself, bitch...fuck are you gonna do?" like he ate

your guilty pleasure snack: i will eat seventeen entire bags of salt & vinegar chips

what food are you craving today: chipotle

last fanfic tab you opened: only one of my fav one-shots ever that i reread literally all the time - “so collect your scars and wear them well” by tinyinkstaunedbird

favorite fic project you've created: that’s hard hmmm prob “nothin’ bad” on ao3 or “michellan star pizza rolls” or “mother-hen mode” on ao3 orrrr my “pretty-huh?” ficlet on tumblr heheh

next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): i have a whole list muahaha

what's living in your head rent free this week: lots of the bear this week... need them to come back to me

i'm superrrr behind but i'll tag some peeps anyways @mickeyheartian @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @michellemisfit @vintagelacerosette @scurvgirl @deathclassic @jademickian @stocious @auds-and-evens

#tag game #tag games

[ashknife]

Hank & Gracie

Another holiday, another @inklings-challenge. I missed the deadline for the Christmas challenge, but I can revisit that next year. This is my entry for the 2024 Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge. This is a retelling of Hansel & Gretel. As always, I do appreciate criticism and suggestions. Enjoy!

I’m Hank. I live with Ma and my li’l sister Gracie. We live in an apartment in the middle of the city. Sometimes there’s a dog or a cat, but it’s mostly just us. Pa used to live here, but Ma said he ran off after some hussy. I don’t know what a hussy is, but I don’t like ‘em. I don’t like Pa, either. I miss him.

The apartment is on the second floor of a tall brick building. I think I counted thirteen floors on the building. I’d look in the elevator, but Ma won’t let us go on it.

“That’s for folks who need it,” she said. “Don’t you let me catch you playing on it.”

I tried climbing the stairs to the top instead. They went on forever! But me and Gracie, we made it. The door said 14 at the top. The door below said 12. We looked all over for 13. Spent all day, but somehow it was missing. Gracie cried. She does that a lot. Ma found us while we was still looking. We got in big trouble.

“Henry James, you know better than to fool around and get lost while looking after your sister! What are you gonna do when you get lost for good? Huh? Now dinner’s cold!”

Ma sure yells a lot. She says I’m the man of the house. I have to be big and look after Gracie. I’m seven, and she’s only four. I say it ain’t fair, but Ma says it ain’t fair she have to work, but she does it anyway. It’s hard to get past Ma. She knows everything. I wanna be like her when I grow up.

Ma works hard. Sometimes she’s home, cleaning up the apartment and cooking supper, but most times she’s gone. During the day, it’s some office. At night, she’s waitin’ at some tables. That seems easy enough, but when I asked if I could wait at the tables, Ma just laughed.

“Thank you, child, but you ain’t old enough yet.”

“But you could stay home and be with Gracie, Ma.”

Ma just looked tired, shook her head, and drank her coffee. She drank a lot of coffee.

“Someday, maybe. Just not today.”

As much as Ma worked, she didn’t have a lot of money. Bills and rent, she said. She’d always talk about the bills and rent when we got holes in our clothes or made a mess or asked for a piece of candy. Bills and rent. They just keep going up and up. Sometimes it gets hard. Sometimes Ma can’t get nothing but the roaches in the cabinets. We’d go to churches more, then. Sometimes they have free food. Ma would cry every time she got a bag of somethin’. She’d cry more at home, when we was supposed to be asleep. You’d think she’d be happy. Ma does strange things sometimes.

The other day, Ma was at the office. She told us to behave and be good. It was payday, so maybe she would bring us home something nice. We didn’t have no food for a couple of days. I was hoping for some chips from that new shop that opened down the street. Some big white guy named Pete opened it and named it after himself. He was a little fat and covered in hair. He sure liked to laugh a lot, especially at Ma’s jokes. Ma said he was trying too hard. His store sure was nice, though. All sorts of candy and chips and soda, more than I’d ever seen in my life. Not even the grocery store has that many. Pete certainly didn’t have a bin of celery. Yuck.

Sometimes, when Ma wasn’t looking, Pete would slip me and Gracie a piece of candy.

“On the house,” he whispered with a wink. “Our little secret.”

We’d pocket that candy and hide it when we got home. When Ma was asleep or away, we’d eat it. It was real good. The candy smelled nice, too. We’d save the wrappers and smell them, especially when we was hungry. We’d dream of something nice to eat when Ma got paid. It’d help us hold on for just a little longer. We’d stash those wrappers under our mattresses. Ma would have a fit if she saw them. She might wonder if we stole them from Pete.

Since Ma was getting paid today, maybe she was gonna get that special something from Pete’s. But that was a whole day away, and we was hungry, and it was hot out, and we didn’t want to do nothing. But we was hungry. It was gonna be a long day. Then Gracie came up with a great idea.

“Hank, you go hide!” she said. She went to a corner and started counting. So, I went and hid behind the couch in the living room. It felt cooler back there.

“Ready or not, here I come!” she yelled.

I heard her go through the kitchen and her room and my room. I tried to hold my breath, which was hard to do because I was trying not to laugh. Then my belly growled really loud.

“Found you!” Gracie said. She crawled behind the couch and tagged me.

“No fair!” I said. “You heard my belly!”

“Still found you. Now you go, and I’ll hide.”

“Okay, okay.”

I crawled out from behind the couch and went to the corner.

“Ooooone…twoooooo…” I started. I have to count real slow for Gracie. She gets mad if I go too fast. It doesn’t help her much. She giggles and laughs while she’s looking for a place to hide. I know where she is, but if I go too fast, she’ll get mad. She gets mad if I take too long, too. I play at looking around in other rooms first before I find her, and then she laughs and calls me dum-dum for taking so long, but she isn’t mad. Gracie is as strange as Ma sometimes. Can’t please nobody.

This time, Gracie hid under the kitchen sink. I stomped down the hallway to Ma’s room.

“Where’s Gracie? Is she in Ma’s room?” I open the door to Ma’s room real slow so that it creaks real loud.

“No, not here,” I said, quickly closing Ma’s room. Ma doesn’t want us to go in. She has a way of knowing even if she ain’t there. I stomp to my room.

“Is Grac–”

She screamed and fell out onto the kitchen floor. I ran to see what was happening.

“What is it? What is it?” I said.

“It’s on me! Get it off! Get it off!”

I saw a roach crawl across her shirt. I didn’t think too much about it. I got up and swat the thing. It smacked against the wall and fell on its back. I got up to it and stomped on it, and again, and again, and again. I’m sure it was dead, but I gave it a couple more just to be sure. I swept it into the dustbin and closed the door under the sink.

Gracie cried and cried. I looked around her and pat her clothes in case there was another one that was hiding. I sat by her and held her.

“It’s gone, Gracie. I got it.”

“Did you kill it?”

“Yeah, I killed it.”

“It tried to eat me, Hank!”

“It’s gone, Gracie.”

Our bellies growled. It was gonna be a long day.

After a while, Gracie calmed down.

“I’m hungry, Hank.”

“Me, too.”

“Can we go to Pete’s?”

“We ain’t got money.”

“Aww…”

We sat for a minute.

“Do you want to go hide again? Somewhere without bugs?”

“Okay…”

“I’ll count to a hundred so you can make sure it’s real safe. If it ain’t, you yell, and I’ll take of it. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

She got up, and then she got this grin on her face.

“Okay, you count to a hundred!”

So, I did. I went to my room and counted loudly to a hundred. It takes a long time to count to a hundred. I figured Gracie might have gotten bored, because she stopped giggling after a while. I heard doors open and close, but there was no screaming. Ain’t no bugs gonna get her this time.

“Niiiiinety-eeeeeight…niiiiinety-niiiiiine…oooooone huuuuuundred! Ready or not, here I come!” I called out. She opened and closed a lot of doors. She must have hid in a closet. She wasn’t giggling like she usually does. Maybe she fell asleep waiting, or got mad waiting for me. I don’t know, but I put on my act just in case. I stomped out into the hallway…

…and the front door was wide open.

I ran and looked out the open door into that hallway. Nothing but a bunch of doors to other apartments. I closed the door and went to the living room closet. She wasn’t there. Kitchen closet. Nope. Under the sink. Nope. My closet, her closet, Ma’s closet, under Ma’s bed, all nothing. I got real scared. Ma’s gonna really let me have it if I can’t find Gracie. My bottom can already feel the paddle.

I ran out into the hallway.

“Gracie! Gracie!” I called out. One of the neighbors told me to shut up. I ran down the stairs.

“Gracie!” I called out again. The old landlady was standing in her doorway, eating some kind of pudding.

“She went out a little bit ago, hon,” she said, pointing to the outside door. “Ain’t your momma home?”

“No, ma’am,” I said. “Ma’s in the office.”

“Mm-hm,” she said, going back into her apartment.

I ran outside.

“Gracie! Gracie!”

I looked left, and then right. The street was empty. There wasn’t anyone walking out. It was too hot. There was a parking lot next to our building, so I looked there first. Not a lot of cars. Everybody’s out to work or something, so there weren’t a lot of hiding spots. I looked, but she wasn’t in any of them.

“Hey!”

The landlady called me to the outside door.

“Your momma’s on her way. You better go find your sister,” she said.

“Where did she go?”

“Don’t know, hon, but you better be lookin’,” she said.

“Oh, no…” I said. So, I ran. I ran down to the corner, watched for cars, crossed the street, and kept running. I slowed down by another parking lot. Ma told me I better watch for cars or I’d get knocked into next week. I saw that happen to somebody. I waited to see them next week and the week after, but they never showed up. I don’t want to end up like that.

Then I saw it. A candy wrapper. It looked like one of the ones Pete would slip us. I smelled it, and it smelled kinda good still. It felt a little wet. I think somebody licked it. And then I saw another down the sidewalk. And another. And another. It was a trail of candy wrappers. Looked like there was some in the street, too. They was leading somewhere. And so I started running again, following the trail. I picked up each wrapper along the way. This went for a couple of blocks, and then it ended, right in front of Pete’s.

There are a lot of tall buildings around with lots of apartments, but Pete’s was a house with a garage. He turned the garage into his little store. Lots of people normally come by to buy something from him, but it’s too hot today. Ain’t nobody around. Pete was sitting at his counter with a fan blowing in hairy face.

“Oh, it’s Hank!”

“Hi, Mr. Pete,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I bent over and coughed. Pete pointed his fan at me. It felt good after running in that heat. His store was full today. There were shelves of chips and sweets and drinks and other stuff. My belly growled hard. Pete put a trash can in front of me, so I threw the candy wrappers away.

“Looking for a snack?” he asked, laughing.

“No, sir,” I said, still breathing hard. “No, sir. Gracie. Did Gracie come by here?”

“Oh, your sister? She’s fine! She’s inside having a snack!” He laughed some more. “Why don’t you pick yourself something out? Get a drink, too. I’ll put it on your mom’s tab.” He winked at me.

“Ma’s coming home. I need to get Gracie,” I said.

“Now, now, don’t you worry. Hey, take a look at this!” He got up from behind his counter. He grabbed my shoulder with one of his massive hands, and then he pulled me over to a box with little bags. The box looked new. The bags said “fried pie” on them. I could smell them.

“Just got these in today. They make the dough and pie filling at the factory, put ‘em in a fryer until they’re nice and crispy, and then coat them in a sugary glaze. They’re something else, and I got a nice, cold Coke to go with it. You’ll have that down in no time.”

I shook my head yes. That sounded amazing. I really wanted that.

“Now, don’t you worry about your momma. I’ll be watching over you two and explain everything to her when she comes by,” he said, laughing.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Pete.”

“Don’t you worry about it, Hank. Here,” he said, handing me a fried pie. He led me to the fridge and handed me a cold Coke. He then pointed to the door to his house.

“Go on in,” he said. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. I went to the door and opened it carefully so I didn’t drop the Coke or the pie. I stepped in, and then there was this big pain in the back of my head.

-----

I woke up. I didn’t know how long I was asleep, but it was much later. Probably sunset. I was on Pete’s kitchen floor. I don’t remember falling down or going to sleep, only that I had a Coke and a fried pie. I looked for those, but they weren’t there. The back of my head hurt real bad. I felt around. It was kind of sticky. I don’t think it was that pie, though. It didn’t smell like it. I think it was my blood.

Past a door was the living room. It was hard to see in the setting sunlight, but I could make out Pete. He was crouched in front of a fireplace. There was a fire lit. He looked like he was sweating from all the heat.

“You keep behaving, and I won’t have to hit you again,” he said. “You’re gonna fetch a good price.”

He laughed, but this laugh made me shiver. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at someone else, someone who was next to him. There was a moan, like someone who wanted to cry. He was fiddling with something, and then he had a shirt in his hands. It was Gracie’s! He threw it into the fire!

“What did you do to my sister?” I yelled. He jumped to his feet like he was ready for a fight.

“I think you need another nap,” he said, getting a bat. It looked like a bat, but a little smaller.

I got up and ran into the living room. He brought that bat down on me, but he missed. I got something from a bin next to the fire, a little shovel. He swung his bat again. He hit my back. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It was hard to breathe. He swung again. I made myself move out of the way. I grabbed that little shovel with both my hands and swung it hard, not thinking too hard where it might land. It struck him right under his belt just as he tried to swing at me again. He cried out, and then he tripped and landed head first into his fire.

I never heard a person scream so loud in my life. His arms flailed, flinging burning wood into his living room. The room started to smoke up. Some of the paper lying around caught fire, and the curtains, and the couch. Lying in the middle of the floor was Gracie, without her shirt. It looked like someone punched her a bunch of times. Her eyes were black, blacker than our skin. There were bruises and rashes all over.

“Gracie! Come on!” I said.

“I can’t. It hurts,” she said. I picked her up the best I could and got out to the garage, and then through the shelves of Pete’s food. And then we made it outside.

“Henry James!” Ma yelled. “What–Gracie Joy! Who did this? What happened?”

“It was Pete, Ma! Pete tried–”

“You’re dead meat, kids!” Pete yelled. Black smoke came out of his house as he stumbled out. His hairy face was now red and burnt, and some of his body, too.

“What happened to you, Pete?” Ma said.

“These little shoplifters–”

“Shoplifting?” she said, looking at Pete like he was crazy.

“He burned Gracie’s shirt in the fireplace! He beat her up!”

“What?” she said, glaring at him with the full wrath of God.

There was a gunshot. A policeman stood in the street, and the pistol he shot up was now pointed at us.

“Nobody move,” he said. Another cop was in their car on the radio. There were sirens approaching.

-----

It was after dark when we got home. Ma held Gracie in her arms as she led us in, turned on the lights, and closed the door.

“Go fill the bath, Hank,” she said.

I looked down. I knew what was coming and I just couldn’t wait for it anymore.

“What’s the matter, son?” she said.

“Aren’t you going to paddle me?” I said.

“Why would I do that?” she said.

“‘Cause I lost Gracie, and then all this happened, and Mr. Pete…”

Ma laid Gracie down on the couch, and then she knelt down and held me. I cried.

“This all started because Gracie snuck out,” she said.

“But…I could have paid more attention,” I said.

“We could all do better. Be thankful that you both made it out okay,” she said. She didn’t say anything for a minute, and then she let me go, held my face, and wiped my tears with her thumb.

“Ain’t enough paddles in the world to replace what happened today. Mr. Pete was an evil man who did evil things. You don’t understand the half of what just happened, but you will, and there won’t be enough paddles in the world to replace that.”

“Ma, Gracie’s all beat up,” I said.

“And you rescued her. You took responsibility. You looked for her, found her, and even after Mr. Pete fooled you, you wisened up and fought him for your sister. You know where you screwed up, and you took responsibility. Son, you don’t need the paddle.”

“I’m sorry, Ma.”

“I’m sorry, too, son. If things were better, I could be at home, and none of this would happen. It ain’t fair, but it’s what we got. You might not feel it right now, but you did good. Now go fill the bath. We need to clean Gracie up.”

“I’m hungry,” I said.

“When we all get cleaned up, we will go to the diner,” she said.

“Really? Yeah!”

Maybe I was too happy about it, but Ma didn’t shush me like she usually did. She said I already grew up a little too much. My bath felt good, like a bath never did before. The burger and shake was real good. I slept hard that night.

I miss Pa. I wish he’d kick Mr. Pete.

But he ain’t here.

#inklingschallege #theme: storge #hansel and gretel #story: complete

[allyium-inserts]

Okay my first idea that live rent free

Also I wrote this as a stream of consciousness so like it might seem all over the place. I do apologize for that but like Naruto is living in my head 24/7 especially since I finished the manga!

I don’t know why, but I always have this idea of Naruto having a mother figure reader who is Minato’s younger sister or super close to Minato or Kushina. I could go forever and write about this nonstop

📍So like when Naruto is born, the reader is like 14 years old. The reader doesn’t immediately take him in cuz she has the villager mindset for a bit of being like this little kid killed her precious big brother. So she wants nothing to do with him until she older and more mature.

📍When she is like 18-19, you kinda realizes that it isn’t Naruto’s fault and so you decide to like secretly watch over him until he’s like 6 and go to The Hokage stating that you were gonna take of him. And he reluctantly agreed as long as the reader doesn’t tell Naruto about his parents

📍ofc Naruto is a little wary. This random person comes up and is like I’m gonna take care of you. The reader doesn’t force Naruto to live with her but is around him more often. This villagers start to talk about her like “why would she take him in” and “she must me a monster like his mother” and that ofc strikes a cord cuz as far as you knew the villagers never had any strife against Kushina being a jinchuriki

📍 anyways time moves on and Naruto goes to the academy. And then the one filler episode where child naruto goes into the backwood and gets attacked by ninja. You were away on a mission when this happens and when you come back and hear what happens. You go berserk because who would tell a child to go into an enemy territory knowingly that they could get killed.

📍 you storms in Naruto’s classroom still in your mission gear. Looks around the room and instantly hugs Naruto. Naruto is so confused with what’s going on because he thought you would be back home tomorrow not today! He’s like “Ma! Why are here?” Poor baby is so confused

📍you pull away and starts to look over for injuries. You tell him how you heard what happened and need to see for yourself that he was okay. Poor Iruka is like “(y/n)-San…” cuz you literally interrupted class. You apologize to Iruka and leave slightly embarrassed, but before you leave you make sure thanks him for protecting Naruto cuz you already lost too many people in your life

📍 time skip to when he tries the graduation test for the third time. You were once again away on a mission and comeback in the midst of the whole Naruto steals the secret scroll. You are confused because you thought you raised him better and he may cause a lot mischief but he’s not a theif. You arrive to the hokage and profusely apologize for Naruto’s behavior.

📍 the hokage reassures you that Naruto is not in trouble and was merely manipulated. You look back at him confused and he explains how Mizuki manipulated Naruto into doing his dirty work. By the time he finished the story, you are already rushing towards the forest to find Naruto. You meet him and Iruka at the gate and rush to Naruto.

📍you ingulf him in a tight hug and cover him in kisses because you were so worried for his safety. You actually shed a few tears as you examine him for injury. You completely ignore the leaf shinobi I headband he’s wearing until he’s says something about it. “Hey Ma! Notice anything different??”

📍 you are so proud of him and you start to cry again but for a different reason and you hug Naruto again. You finally turn to Iruka and do a full bow thanking him for once again saving Naruto. He’s so embarrassed by you doing that he literally stutters and tells you not to thank him. You don’t care and start taking out your wallet to give him money as a thank you. He ofc stops you and is like don’t give me money

📍you decide to take Iruka out to ramen as a thank you and bring Naruto along as a celebration! You say you would treat but you Iruka are literally arguing about who is covering the bill and Naruto is eating like his 10th bowl of ramen looking between the two of you

I’m just saying that I could go on for days and hours on this trope of Mother-Figure! Reader to Naruto and I am very sad that there is not a lot of inserts. I would say this lives rent free in my head 24/7. Like I said I could go-on and this is already so long and I’m not even close to done covering this😩😭

#naruto #naruto x reader #iruka umino #iruka x reader #mother-figure reader #child!naruto #iruka x y/n #minato namizake #reader insert #naruto x y/n #naruto uzumaki #naruto reader insert #y/n #mom!reader x naruto #Naruto's Mother Figure #anime x reader #anime reader insert

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 5: Nameless Firebird

“I really appreciate this.” You feel a little like a broken record at this point, but you’re not sure what else you can say. “I feel like I’m managing to show you all my worst traits like some gallery of flaws.”

He chuckles a little, the sound slipping over you soothingly. “You’ll have to be far more direct, Miss (Y/N) if you’re trying to run me off, yoi.”

You feel the rush coil in your stomach a little and laugh nervously. “Ah, haha, yeah I have no qualms about being direct, I promise.”

“You sleep at your office often?” He prompts, shifting the conversation as he turns off the main streets and heads toward your place.

“Not enough to have my own apartment key or anything,” you answer teasingly. “But often enough the owner brought in breakfast for me this morning.”

“It’s good to have a boss that looks out for you like that.” He muses, and you can see the smirk on his face as you laugh.

“Ah, like one who picks up five drinks on his own to keep his staff happy?” You prompt.

“Vet staff operate on coffee and purring kittens.” He assures you.

Oh, to be a purring kitten. You muse to yourself, imagining how you could fit at least six kittens on his shoulders. Eight, if his shoulders weren’t so relaxed.

His car pulls into your, thankfully empty, driveway and you step out as he puts the car in park. He doesn’t make a move to exit so you duck down and look over at him.

“Come inside.” You say, not offering up a choice so much as making a demand. “I’m certain you’re enough of a gentleman you’ll stay put in the living room while I get cleaned up and changed.”

You see his ear go red from your current viewpoint and he smiles. “There’s no easy way to argue that, yoi.” He says with a smile, pulling the keys free of the ignition and stepping out of the car.

You smile as you lead him up to the front door. “More efficient when there’s no room left for argument.”

He chuckles at the statement as you open the door. Wooden floors, a more modern design, and not much aside from basic furniture and some sparse decorations. Your home was a little spartan, but you didn’t really spend much time at home, so you hadn’t seen much of a reason to really dive into it.

It was functional. Functional enough to play host to a dozen people if needed, but any more than that and you’d have to rent extra chairs and maybe consider paper plates.

“Let me start up some coffee before I hop in the shower.” You offer, heading to the kitchen. “The TV’s single remote controlled, I just have a basic package, but you’re welcome to watch something.”

“It’ll be nice to enjoy the quiet,” he assures you. “You don’t have to make coffee just for me.”

“Mm, well, I’m currently all out of kitten purrs, so this’ll have to do.” You say with a smile, pulling down a couple of mugs. “Some fresh coffee will be nice after my shower anyway, so it’s not just for you.”

“In that case, I gladly accept.” He chuckles softly, staying at the edge of the kitchen. “It’s a nice place you have here.”

“Thanks. It was one of the first places built, we had to gut it and rebuild it just before I moved in. Don’t compliment the cleanliness of it,” you say with a smile. “I pay for a service. Or do compliment it,” you add. “They do a great job.”

You point to a sky-blue mug. “You can use this one when the coffee’s ready. There’s sugar, and some creamer in the fridge, but I don’t think you’ll need them.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, two black coffees,” you say, giving him a grin. “Starsky and Hutch don’t strike me as coffee aficionados, your receptionist was probably the macchiato, and for completely different reasons I bet you and the laconic vet both prefer black coffee.”

The look of surprise on Marco’s face turns to a smile and then he laughs. “That’s pretty impressive, yoi.” Those hooded blue eyes of his catch your gaze, and for a split second you can almost feel something akin to talons wrapping around you, but the sensation passes as swiftly as it struck.

“What would those different reasons be, I wonder?”

You grin mischievously for a second before walking toward him, and then patting him on the arm before you continue walking by. “Gonna take that shower now, I hope you enjoy the coffee, Dr. Marco.”

You walk down the hall to your room, stepping inside and closing the door behind you before you exhale into the room.

“Hhhhholy hells.” You sigh into the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d flirted before, with more people than just Kid, who had – admittedly – been the center of your verbal jousts for some time. Dealing with Marco wasn’t like finding a new opponent, it was like you’d moved into an entirely new bracket and were scrambling.

You had a sinking feeling that what control you thought you were holding onto was simply out of the man’s benevolence. That relaxed posture of his, the easy way he did everything and the quiet confidence that rolled off of him were dangerous. They were comfortable, and comforting for that matter. It was almost like you were floating peacefully on the water’s surface, completely unaware of the shark swimming by a few feet below.

When Kid pulled you in you knew you were getting tugged. But with Marco…

He could knock on your door and ask to join you for your shower, and you wouldn’t say no. You didn’t even let Kid past your front door for months when you two first started dating. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not you trusted him, so much as the act of letting him into your house was equal to letting him into your bedroom.

That’s just how it was between the two of you.

The tension was going to kill you. The desire was going to get you into trouble. You almost wanted to just poke your head out into the hall and ask him to leave. He would. He would with little more than a thank you for the coffee and a tilt of his head.

You’d never see him again. You were certain of it. That’s all the push it would take, and he would be gone, and if you came into the animal hospital, things would be in your control. Professional or confessional.

How easy it would be, to let your desires pass your lips and have that first, sweet, tentative – gods no it wouldn’t be tentative. It would be so soft and sure and –.

You bang your head on the side of the shower. The only thing stopping you from braining yourself into unconsciousness is that there’s only one person who would find you passed out with a welt on your forehead, and honestly you had shown enough of your ass to him already.

Rather your ass was about the only thing you hadn’t shown him. Right now you weren’t too keen on the idea because you really didn’t want that first time to be a collection of unfortunate events like your first meeting had been.

Though, had it really been that unfortunate? Aside from effectively saving that dog, you did meet someone who saw you puke before he even heard your name, and was interested in getting to know you. Seemed interested? Had to be interested.

You level a sharp stare at absolutely no one and nod your head. This is not some sort of misunderstanding. He’s not simply being nice, or polite. There are several ways he could repay your, uh, kindness? That didn’t involve taking you out to dinner.

You really felt as though the entire series of events had left things level and settled. There was, as far as you were concerned, nothing truly left owed one way or another.

Pulling a t-shirt on to go with the cargo jeans you’d already slipped into, you towel dried your hair one more time before walking back out into the living room.

Marco was standing in your living room, looking out the large windows that gave a nice view of the backyard and forest beyond. He was sipping coffee from the sky-blue mug you had indicated to him earlier and apparently, truly, just enjoying the quiet.

“See anything good?” You prompted, pouring a cup of coffee for yourself.

“A few rabbits and some birds.” He admits, turning toward you. “It’s quite the relaxing view.”

“Mm, houses close enough together I know the neighbors by sight, city far enough away there’s a few good hours every day where you don’t hear a single car.” You take a drink of coffee. “Perfect.”

“Your coffee is very good.” He says with a smile, drinking the last of his. “Is there anywhere you’d like to go for dinner?”

“Mm, there are a few places I like.” You admit, smiling at him after you take another drink.

He gives you an expectant look for a moment and then smiles. “Ah, I’m being left on my own.”

“You’re paying the entire tab,” you jab. “It’s only fair you choose. Ah, but still nothing fancy.” You add hastily and are rewarded with another amused smile.

“We have plenty of time still, I would love that look under the hood.” You are being a bit of a brat, but it’s refreshing to tease someone who takes it in stride.

“It would be my pleasure, yoi.”

The two of you get your shoes on, but you forego your coat for now. Marco pops the hood for you and holds it up. You look for the arm to keep it up and quickly realize it either doesn’t exist or broke at some point.

“No arm has to make working on it a pain,” you say leaning in the other side and looking around. It’s almost immaculate inside the engine.

“Had a custom hydraulic arm, but it gave out a couple weeks ago, yoi. Ace nearly decapitated himself forgetting that it was busted so I took it out until the replacement comes in.” He explains.

“Ace is?”

“The youngest.” He says and you give a soft ah, as you keep peering around.

“How often do you clean this engine?”

“Two or three times a year, yoi.” He answers, shifting a bit and resting the hood more on his shoulder. “I’ll rinse the snow and salt off in the winter every day if it’s bad enough, but my brothers help. They’ll wash it pretty often and I just fill in the gaps.

“It was Pops’ car first, so everyone looks out for it, even if I’m the only one that really drives her.” He admits.

“He took good care of her before you inherited it.” You say, coming around closer to where Marco was. “That engine isn’t original, but that’s not surprising.”

“You really like cars.” He muses.

You smile and chuckle a little. “I like old cars.” You clarify. “Seeing how things were, how they’ve progressed. There’s a challenge in keeping something going that isn’t easy to find parts for. I mean, sadly, my car’s in the shop getting the overhaul of its life. But that old girl was mostly rust and dreams when I bought her.”

“I look forward to seeing her.” He says and you realize you’re practically up against him, having shifted all the way around the hood.

Marco moves enough to let you get by him. He’s so tall he’s able to arch over you and keep hold of the hood.  You’re grateful you left your coat in the house, you’d be sweating right now if you had it on.

“Me too. Much as I like old cars, my practical knowledge is completely useless. I can’t restore her, or fix her, so I have to rely on a trusted mechanic.” You admit with a little irritation in your voice.

“Not a friend?”

“Merf.” You make a noncommittal noise, and finally step back letting Marco lower the hood. “Kid’s not not a friend, but he’s a trusted mechanic before much else. We were kind of like a car with square tires.” You muse, giving a clipped laugh. “As long as one of us was on edge, we could go forward. It gave a false sense of functionality.”

“And now?”

“Mm, to keep with the analogy, now we each have our own cars. He’s got Victoria – and I do mean a car – and I have my old Firebird.”

“A nameless Firebird, huh?” Marco prompts as you turn and meet his gaze. There’s something in his eyes that seems even more intrigued than a few moments ago.

“Even if she had one,” you start, heading back toward the house. “After all the work Kid’s going to do to her, she’d need a new name.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, in honor of her rebirth or something. A mark of survival, a statement of resilience.” You continue, kicking off your shoes and stepping further into the hallway. “Unless you’re crazy hungry and want to leave right now, I just want to finish my coffee before we go.”

Marco takes off his shoes and follows behind you. “Take your time. Did you have any names in mind, yoi?”

“Well, I could start calling her my phoenix, but that’s a bit on the nose, especially for a Firebird, of all cars.” You say with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll just name her Tori-chan.”

Marco has his hand over his face when you look over at him, his lips pressed together as he takes in a deep breath slowly and lets it out just as slowly.

“You alright?” You question, tilting your head before taking a gulp of your nearly cold coffee. Good as you were at making a cup of coffee, it wasn’t so hot when it was cold.

“I’m having a small crisis.” He admits, lowering his hand enough to look at you over his palm, leaving his mouth covered. “What do you know about devil fruits?”

You raise your eyebrows a little and tilt your head. “More than most, I imagine. People I work with have eaten one. Kid too. They’re not like, walking around with signs around their necks or anything, but Kid’s certainly not shy about his. They taste awful, they’re incredibly rare, but it seems like pockets of devil fruit users end up congregating, almost like the fruits are a draw to one another.”

You set your coffee cup down and lean against the pantry door, folding your arms and looking over at Marco.

“You’ve eaten one as well, I’m guessing.” You state, all the answer you need is in eyes that don’t look away from yours. “It doesn’t bother me, if you’re worried about that. You don’t even have to tell me what it is until you want to.”

“… I appreciate that.” He says heavily, letting his hand drop all the way down. “I haven’t used it since Pops died, and the clinic opened. Well, I haven’t used it openly.”

You’re quiet, lips pressed together for a moment.

“You have questions.” He says, an easy smile on his face again.

“A great many, but I can stow my curiosity.” You assure him, straightening up and smiling brightly. “Dinner, then?”

“It would be my pleasure, yoi.” He agrees, bowing slightly.

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

[whumpcloud]

Can we see another instance of Most Pathetic Boy Vincent being the most pathetic & desperate whumper ever? Pretty please? 😟😟😟 Also you're AMAZING at this absurdly specific brand of whump, the unwilling cuddling scene will forever live rent free in my head

afsfdfd yes we can absolutely have this. i have been microwaving an idea for days and this is the perfect place to put it. also hehe thank you <3 i've grown a fondess for writing characters (but particularly whumpers) that are just like. so bad at their role. like literally what are you doing. anyway

content: lady whump, vampire whumper, slapping

This isn't the first gathering that Vincent has dragged Clary to, but it's certainly the most annoying one. Vincent seems to be getting more irritated by the second. Why does he even go if he doesn't want to see any of these people? At least no-one has fed from her this time. If she was more creative she'd think of a better metaphor about it than 'being drunk without the part where it's fun'.

"Nikolai Dezhnyov!" Vincent says suddenly, pulling Clary over towards another vampire. "It's nice to see you again."

Clary seems to perk up at the name.

"Mhm." Nikolai eyes him with zero interest. "Victor Maddox, was it?"

"Vincent," Vincent replies, trying not to grit his teeth. "Though last time we met you were much more fond of referring to me as a 'pathetic whelp'."

Nikolai's lips turn up into a smile. "Yes, that sounds like something I'd say to you. And I suppose you think dragging that poor girl around with you makes you worthy of being referred to as something else?"

"I--" Vincent's grip on Clary tightens. "I'd hope so."

"What's your name?" Nikolai asks, turning to Clary.

Vincent starts to answer. "Her name is--"

"I did not ask you," Nikolai says sharply.

Clary can't help giggling at Vincent's prompt mouth-shutting. "Clary Nikitin. Nikitina."

"Nikitina?" Nikolai says, then something Vincent doesn't understand.

Clary grins and replies. Oh. They must be speaking Russian. Vincent picks at his nails. What is this feeling?

Is he feeling jealous?

That's stupid. Why would he be feeling jealous that Clary is talking to a man who called him a brat? Clary laughs, and it isn't a spiteful or mocking laugh, it's just nice, and Vincent is suddenly furious.

"Excuse us," Vincent snaps, and pulls Clary away.

"A-Ah-- da svidania!" Clary calls, and receives a smile and a wave in return.

Vincent shoves her into an empty room and up against the wall by her shoulders.

"Don't do that again," Vincent hisses.

Clary stares at him like he's an idiot. "Do what?"

Vincent doesn't have the words to actually express what he wants, but Clary seems to get it after a short silence.

"Are you mad that we were speaking Russian?" Clary says, in total disbelief.

"Yes!" Vincent growls, hitting the wall beside her head. It doesn't make him feel better when she jumps.

"Did you feel left out?" Clary mostly wants to tell him that he's being an idiot, but she doesn't. "That's... you're being unreasonable."

"You're mine," Vincent says, as though he's trying to convince himself he has some control here. "I don't like it. I should know what you're saying and doing at all times. Don't do it again."

"What, so I'm banned from speaking a language now?" Clary snaps.

Vincent slaps her, hard enough that it stings his hand for a very brief moment. "You know that's not what I meant! Don't speak to me that way!"

Clary gently touches her nose, and her fingers come away bloody. "...fine."

taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries @whumpwillow @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @whumpshaped @suspicious-whumping-egg @chibichibivale @melancholy-in-the-morning @zillastar13 @bloodinkandashes @whump-me-all-night-long @sickophantic @itsmyworld23 @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @annablogsposts @whumpdreamz @thebirdsofgay

#polly's prose #things end | people change #clary nikitin #vincent maddox #one of vincent's many problems is that he's like. a fucking poser afsfdfad #anyway reminder that vincent was a total bastard #also if you're wondering. nikolai is another vampire oc i have. he's chill if weird afsdf

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 5

Happy friday, friends <3

It's that time of the week again! Here are (almost) all of the fics I read this week + my unhinged rambling. As always, you can find my complete spreadsheet here.

This week, I left off a bunch of fics I read because they're part of a little thing I'm doing with my friends called Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023 - pegging a bunch of pedro boys!! Those will be put in a masterlist next week and I will link that list on next week's Digest.

Cowboy Like Me - a Javi P series by @cutesyscreenname

-> Every single thing about this is so good. The bi reader. The soft javi. the banter. the smut. the slowburn. the buildup. I am SCREAMING. Hannah this fic is ruining my life it's so good

Bad Mood - a Joel one shot by @javiscigarette

-> If I had this man to spank me out of my bad moods i'd be happy forever

Lead me not into temptation - a Marcus Pike one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Based on midnight mass + fleabag, I have a thing for sexy priests... so I was intrigued. I wasn't raised catholic but I do have religious trauma so this is right up my alley lmao. The internal struggle within Marcus is portrayed beautifully. The way he describes his lover, the way the lord's prayer is interwoven... UGH this is stunning. It's really emotional but is also really hot (bc when do I ever read non-smut lmao).

Bekväm - an Ezra one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Lol just realized i read this a while ago (pre-spreadsheet) while trolling their masterlist but anyway. I love one armed Ezra so much. And this is a really great take on that. The main character is so fun. The concept was neat. They capture Ezra's voice nicely. The smut was gorgeous and wonderfully captured the experience of someone recently um... disarmed.

The Crucible - a Marcus Pike one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Holy shit dude! I love a good BDSM fic... this one manages to capture that soft, sweet angel baby vibe you get from Marcus while also weaving in his confidence and sexiness. The "soft dom" voice and actions being literally juxtaposed with what his right hand is doing??? Incredible.

Siren Song - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

-> This is so fucking hot dude. Joel being needy and desperate is everything I needed right now. I really liked the dynamic with Tommy also.

Fuse - a Din/Ezra series by @marisferasiop

->My mind is blown. I was speechless for 5 full minutes after reading this. I was thankful for my vivid imagination while reading it because those were some WILD positions. I also somehow never considered merging Mando and Prospect? It's so perfect! Din and Ezra together is something I didn't know I needed. Put me in that sandwich please.

Lie to Me - a Javi P series by @iamskyereads

-> Javi is so soft and protective and cute ugh. And I love the TV show Lie To Me because I'm a crime drama junkie, so the human lie detector!reader is really fun for me. I'm on the first interlude at the time of writing this (so about 5 chapters in) and I've been thoroughly sucked in to the story. Also the way you're weaving in plot elements? Or rather weaving your story into the existing plot so seamlessly? Masterful work, fr.

My World a Dio one shot by @sneetsnootyoit

-> So cute and soft and sweet and HOT. And love that the reader is GN! Soft and sweet Dio is such a fun change from the type of fics I usually see for him and I am so here for it.

Red Smoke - an Ezra one shot by micha-alien (ao3)

-> Dirty talking Dom Ezra, set just before the movie. It is... unreasonably hot. He's mean in all the best ways in this and a little feral and so very fucking yummy.

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Recs from pre-Digest era that literally live rent free in my head:

Please - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Sex Worker!Frankie AU - a Frankie series by @prolix-yuy

Meant to Be - an Oberyn series by @radiowallet

The Crush - a Javi P series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

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I've put out some pegging fics this week so go find those and keep an eye out for the masterlist if that's your thing.

Also I'm putting finishing touches on Burn Slowly/I Love You ch 2 (my soft sweet former firefighter!Frankie AU)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #fic recs #spreadsheet digest #vol 5

[finniestoncrane]

can you write a little scenario for the rogues if you were their sugar baby? 🥺 also I don't know if you write for the female rogues but I would lvoe Ivy and Harley (but it's ok if not!) Thank you 💓

bb i absolutely can, although there are some rogues i would struggle with because i'm not obsessed with heavily invested in them so maybe wouldn't get the characters right

but anyway this kind of scenario lives in my head rent free lmao

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff and language and kinks

Two Face

absolute beast of a daddy, he would for sure keep you under lock and key to make sure you stayed his precious sugar baby. would forever be tossing that coin to see if you deserved new shoes/lingerie/nails/jewellery and it would almost always land in your favour. would definitely be seeking a free use policy if you're in his home. he'll buy you a new car, but you have to blow him in the backseat. you'd definitely be a sordid little secret that he kept from everyone

Riddler

daddy's going to make his precious little princess a whole variety of sex toys to please you, but you have to stay out of the workshop until he's done. gotta answer his riddles right before you get your allowance. demands a kiss on his cheek before he hands you the cash. definitely will toss money your way to get rid of you if you bother him enough, knowing very well this keeps you coming back because he is happy to admit he would pay to avoid loneliness. likes it when you tell him he's stupid for spoiling you

Poison Ivy

you're getting bouquets of flowers every day (let's pretend they wanted to be chopped off) with sentiments of love from mommy. keeps you sweet and doughy with pheromones, but honestly you wouldn't need it because who doesn't want to be crawling at her feet??? likes getting you to brush her hair as one of your daily chores and would get you gifts instead of just cash because she likes to be super personal and show off her knowledge of you

Penguin

all you have to do is stand next to him and look pretty and this man will have you bathing in champagne. he would have you dripping in jewels omg. also short king so bonus points if you're tall and leggy because you it makes him look way more impressive by comparison he thinks. he'd let you drain his bank account just as a form of self-punishment.

Scarecrow

i think this started as more of a "pay you to take part in my experiments" thing and then he caught feelings the big idiot, so in order to keep an emotional distance the relationship remained transactional, you tell him about your worst fears and nightmares while he has his head on your chest listening to your heart beat and in return he'll buy you shiny things

Harley

this is difficult because harley is just a lil sugar baby, but she probably would like someone to kick around a bit, so maybe she gets her dues, and then you get yours. she would make you dress up in a matching little outfit to be her sidekick, and you'd have to really earn your cash, she's mean to you because that's how she shows love (my heart) and every time you take a verbal beating without crying she takes you out to dinner

Poison Ivy

you're getting bouquets of flowers every day (let's pretend they wanted to be chopped off) with sentiments of love from mommy. keeps you sweet and doughy with pheromones, but honestly you wouldn't need it because who doesn't want to be crawling at her feet??? likes getting you to brush her hair as one of your daily chores and would get you gifts instead of just cash because she likes to be super personal and show off her knowledge of you

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #batman #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #edward nygma #harvey dent #two face #anon #friends being friends #poison ivy #batman rogues #rogues gallery #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #pamela isley

[dandylovesturtles]

Your most recent chapter has painted such a visceral sequence that it lives rent free in my head now. It was so cool!!!!! The transition from scene to scene, the fact the antagonist is more of a concept for Leo to overcome than a villain, oh my heart was pounding by the end of the chapter. You got skills

Thank you so much! I’m so heartened by the response to the chapter, I’m really glad it came across well for you!!

Some spoilers for Chapter 13 incoming if people haven’t read it yet…

My initial plan was always basically like this, that the Voice (I’m sorry I’m so allergic to naming OCs guys lol) was an antagonistic force but not necessarily a villainous one. I mean, he’s not a good guy (hopefully the memory of him vampiring people’s life force got that across lol), but in his relation to Leo I wanted it to be more of an ideological battle than one where the stakes were something obviously bad (like dying or the destruction of the world).

For a bit I did become concerned this wouldn’t make him feel like enough of a threat and I almost changed it so that Leo realized if he gave in his soul would get sucked up like the lamb’s, but I went back on that and went back to my original plan because 1, I couldn’t figure out why Voice would even need to do that if he’s stuck like this forever, and 2, MORE IMPORTANTLY, I felt it would cheapen Leo coming to terms with the idea that even if he’s about to go back to a wreck of a body he still wants that over being cut from his family forever, eventually forgetting them and everyone else.

Ideological fights are more interesting to me than “if I lose I die” ones anyway lol

Anyway sorry I just rambled in this ask, now everyone gets to see my creative thought process I guess (it’s more muddled in real time than this though lmao)

Thanks again!!! I’m really touched when people reach out!

#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #rambling #I think I did enough in the end #people in my comments have been trying to figure out how to put a beatdown on a voice lol #don’t worry guys the comfort will come back

[hayleyrose-wp]

Hello everyone *waves* there are some head cannons that live rent free in my brain and I NEED to share them;

1. When Remus became a professor and met Luna Lovegood he met a girl that was like him, he was called loopy Lupin and she was loony Lovegood, he watched her dance down the halls, something he had done, jumping around when he was excited. Remus ended up keeping an eye on the girl and tried to keep her innocence even shielding her during the war and not letting her see too many deaths. And this wasn't just because he saw a piece of himself in her, he saw Pandora, a girl he never told anyone about but she was his secret first love and childhood best friend who grew up next door (next was Sirius obvi) but he really did protect Luna from so much and that's the real reason she survived, and cause she's badass.

2. Peter Pettigrew wasn't all anxious, he had a lot of confidence and was more of a nerdy class clown that made the classes fun, he could also sing and totally impressed everyone, even experimented with a guy once after a gay crisis with James.

3. James and Lily only got married out of fear, I don't think James actually loved her like he said he did and I think Lily saw him as her only option mistaking it for love and if they survived, I strongly believe they would have divorced and marry other people, as for who they were... Lily would have married a prewett twin (if they survived) I don't know why but I see her marrying another red head and James, he married some lady completely opposite of Lily. But they become best friends and co-parents for Harry.

4. Draco, we all know the story but I think he would have married a Hufflepuff girl, like the kindest person in all of England but she tells him how it is and he listens to her. They have two kids, a boy and girl, twins who act like each of their parents and change the Malfoy legacy forever.

Thank you for reading them and I hope you all love them just as much as I do. Anyways toodoloo.

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