#but it should do well enough to get the idea across!

[archiveikemen]

『 Tamed By The Villain in The Dark 』 Story Sale

Liam Evans

Content Warning: unprotected sex, anal sex?? depends on how you want to interpret it because it's very vague as usual

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Kate: Shall we try it blindfolded?

Liam: … Huh?

It was a quiet night where I could spend time with my beloved, without worrying about missions or being busy.

Liam was surprised by the idea I mustered the courage to bring up— the look on his face changed.

Liam: Did anyone… did Al put strange ideas into your head?

While I wasn't exactly chaste around Liam, I was rarely ever that bold either.

It seemed that Liam thought it was someone else who influenced me to suddenly suggest doing it blindfolded.

Kate: That’s not true. I thought of this on my own accord.

Liam: You did? But why… all of a sudden…

Liam: … Am I no longer enough for you?

All hints of emotion on his face instantly vanished and he firmly grabbed my shoulders.

Kate: Not at all! I’ve never thought that you’re not enough for me.

Liam: … Really? Then why?

Kate: Whenever we’re making love, whenever we kiss… whenever we touch, I’m always on the receiving end.

Kate: Sometimes, out of curiosity, I feel like I want to try something different on my end.

Liam: And that's why… you suggested doing it blindfolded?

Kate: Yes, because it’s painless and doesn’t require any special tools.

Liam: I- I see…

Liam finally relaxed his grip on my shoulders.

Kate: Let me ask again… what do you think? Shall we try playing with blindfolds?

Liam always treated me with extreme kindness, accepting every one of my wishes.

However, I didn't want him to agree to my suggestion just because I said it, but because he wanted it himself…

I took a peek at his facial expression, making sure I wasn't making him feel too pressured.

Liam: Since you suggested it, of course I’m all for it! Fufu… I’m a really lucky man.

Liam: Before I met you, I resorted to risky ways to satisfy my curiosity.

Liam: Now, it's you who satisfies me and keeps me alive. I’m very happy about that.

Liam: … I’ll always be grateful to you.

Liam whispered those words of gratitude and gently kissed me on the lips.

Liam: … So, who will be the blindfolded one?

Kate: I don’t mind either. Let’s go with whichever you want, Liam.

Liam: Hmm, I think I’d enjoy both, but…

Liam: Wouldn't you feel lost if I’m blindfolded?

Kate: That’s… that’s true.

It was easy to imagine my embarrassment getting in the way and spoiling the mood.

Liam: Then it’s settled! I’ll take the lead.

…

Liam: Is this too tight?

Kate: Nope, it’s fine.

We moved onto the bed and Liam blindfolded me with a handkerchief, securing it behind my head.

(The room isn't well lit at night, so being blindfolded really makes it look pitch black…)

Although I knew that Liam was close by, I felt a little anxious and reached my hand out searching for him.

Liam: I’m right here.

Liam’s soothing voice melted my anxiety away as he pulled my hand closer to him, and I felt a familiar smooth surface at my fingertips.

(This is… Liam’s face.)

Liam chuckled when I moved my fingers across his cheek like I was stroking a cat.

(... I wish I could see the look on his face right now.)

Even though I couldn't see, I could imagine his smile, but it just wasn't the same as seeing it.

We were only at the blindfolding stage, and yet I was already yearning for him. I inwardly laughed at myself.

Liam: Oh, right… I’m not going to do anything mean, but we should still decide on a safe word just in case.

Kate: A safe word…?

Liam: A word you can use to let me know if you don’t feel good or don't want me to do something.

(Right… he can’t read my facial expression as usual when I’m blindfolded.)

Kate: Then… let’s go with “hate”. It's a word I’ll never use with you, unless it’s something severe.

Liam: Okay. I’ll stop immediately if you say it.

Liam: … Although I might get so shocked, my heart stops beating.

Liam jokingly said with a smile, but I knew those words reflected his true feelings.

A single word from me was enough to end his life.

The weight of my words to him alone told me everything about how much he loved me.

(... But it’s mutual.)

A single word from him can end my life.

That was how I knew the depth of my love for him.

If I was to lose Liam, my world would lose its brightest star and fall into pitch darkness, just like being blindfolded.

Kate: — Liam.

Liam: Yeah, Kate?

In the darkness where I couldn't see, Liam’s voice sounded much more precious than ever.

Kate: … Please always be by my side.

Liam: Of course. I’m not going anywhere while you’re blindfolded.

My request wasn't only for the present moment, but also for the future. Liam was unaware of that.

It was enough for me that Liam, who once held no hope for the future, could make that promise.

Liam: Have you adjusted to being blindfolded? I’m going to lay you down now.

Liam placed on hand on my back for support as he gently lowered me onto the bed.

I felt glad he treated me with more tenderness than usual because I couldn’t see through the blindfold.

(I can never… trust anyone else with my body in the dark.)

I realised another thing I could only do with Liam, the man I loved and trusted more than anyone else.

The bed creaked as Liam got on top of me while slipping his hand underneath my clothes.

Kate: Ah…

Being unable to see meant that I wouldn't know when he was going to touch me, so even the slightest touch made me moan.

Liam: … Are you okay?

Kate: Y-Yes… just surprised.

Liam: Heh…

Liam responded with a mischievous chuckle and went on to slowly massage my breasts.

A burning feeling of frustration was bubbling inside my body.

Liam: Your nipples are getting pointy… still surprised?

Liam teasingly traced his fingers around my nipples without touching them.

Kate: Ah… nng… ahhh! P-Please touch me…

I was usually more reserved in bed, but having my eyes covered made me feel bold.

I begged Liam to release me from the frustration building up in me.

Liam: Fufu… alright. I’ll touch wherever you want me to, Kate.

He pinched my nipples between his fingers, stimulating them.

Kate: Nngh… ohh…

Liam: … Your face is red. Feeling good?

Liam: I haven't touched you here yet…

His fingers poked at their sensitive peaks.

Kate: Ahh… t-this is strange… I’m more sensitive than usual… ggh

(I thought being blindfolded wouldn't make much difference…)

(His feeling of his hands against my skin feels hotter and more pleasurable than usual…)

Liam: Strange? Not at all. Your other senses are heightened because you can’t see. Like this…

Kate: Nn…!

The mere feeling of his breath against my ear made me shiver.

Liam: Ahaha, you’re a cutie. … I’m going to love you even more.

Liam nibbled on my ear, flicking the auricle with the tip of his tongue while continuing to stimulate the peaks of my breasts.

Liam: … Ah, you’re turning red here too.

Kate: That’s because you're touching me.. ahh…!

I twisted my body away, feeling embarrassed being the only one seen.

But Liam pinned me down by the shoulders, not allowing me to escape.

Liam: It’s okay, don’t be shy. Let me see more.

I wondered when my clothes got removed as Liam repeatedly dropped kisses on my bare chest.

Liam: … Ahh, you look so delicious. I can't help but get excited at the sight of your reddened skin.

Liam slid his fingers across my chest, tracing the kiss marks he left.

Even that slight touch brought me immense pleasure, causing a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Liam: … I’ll pleasure you with my hands until I’m all you can think of.

In that split second I felt relieved when his hand moved away from my chest—

He pulled my panties off, exposing the lower half of my body to the chilly air.

Liam: They're already this ruined… you’re so lovely, Kate.

Kate: Wha—.... ahh!

Liam stimulated the wet spot at the apex of my legs with his fingers.

Liam: … Hear these wet sounds? The sound of you getting wet for me…

Liam’s fingers were covered in my love juices as he rubbed my sensitive spot.

Kate: Ahh… nnn…!

Liam: Did you cum already…? You came faster than usual. Could it be because you’re blindfolded?

Kate: Haah… L-Liam… wait…

I rolled over and got onto all fours to catch my breath.

(Since I’m blindfolded, this should be a safe position…)

Liam: … You tell me to wait, but your position says otherwise.

Kate: Huh…?

Not giving me even a tiny bit of time to rest, Liam roughly grabbed my hips.

Liam: Here too, it’s twitching like it’s hungry for something… is it feeling lonely? Let me fill it up then…

Kate: … AHH!

He lifted my butt and penetrated deep inside me from behind like a wild beast.

Liam: Fufu… we’re really… like cats…

Kate: Eek…! Ahh, ahhh…!

Every time my body shook, cries of pleasure escaped my open mouth.

Kate: L-Liam… stop…

Liam: Haah… the word is “hate” if you really want me to stop…

Liam: It’s okay if you want to say the word.

Liam’s sweet whisper oozed into my ears and to my head, melting my entire body all the way down to my hips.

(I don't want to say “hate”... because I… actually…)

Kate: …

Kate: Liam… I want… more…

Liam: … I can’t go easy on you if you say that.

We made love over and over again in that neverending darkness—

…

By the time we were done, my sense of time was already completely messed up.

(Is it morning already…? I can’t tell with the blindfold on.)

(I still think I was the only one feeling good…)

(What about Liam? Did he feel even the slightest bit of pleasure…?)

Kate: Liam, are you awake?

Liam: Of course. I’ve been watching you.

Kate: I want to see your face, Liam.

Liam: …

Kate: … Liam?

Liam: Ah… sorry, let me remove it for you right away.

The blindfold was finally removed, and I saw the morning sun rising in the distance.

Liam, whose face I’ve been longing to see, wore a complicated expression. It looked like a mix of fulfilment and distress.

Kate: … Is something wrong?

Liam: I just got the thought that if you can’t see, I’ll be the only one in your world; and that would make me insanely happy.

Liam: Then I realised that if that's the case, our eyes wouldn't get to meet like this. So I think it’s still better if you remain able to see.

(That’s why he hesitated to remove the blindfold…)

Kate: … You’re right. It’s better if I can see… because I want to look at you.

Liam: Yeah… I’ll always be in your beautiful eyes.

I want us to forever be in each other’s worlds, until the very moment the lights fade from these eyes.

We exchanged a gentle kiss and sank back into the bed again.

#held onto this story for very long and decided to finally post it to thank yall for 900 followers mwehehe #ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil story sale #liam evans

[the-moon-files]

I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

#i tried to add a cut so this wouldnt be constantly expanded but i just had to trust tumblr for this one bc it kept unbulleting my stuff #i tried guys #sorry #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #linked universe reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe male reader #moon rambles #literally just that didnt organize this at all rlly

[castiwls]

tolerate it - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Prompt; 'If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow'

Requested; @simonsbluee

Notes;anakin version:) again all time fav cry song requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sound of the door opening pulled your attention from the data pad on your lap. A small smile grew on your lips as you placed the pad beside you before standing from your seat. “Your back,” You grinned. “I didn’t think you were due back for another few days.”

Anakin pulled off his robe before turning to you, his grin just as bright. “We got back early.” He closed the distance between you both pulling you into a hug. You felt his arms squeeze tightly around your middle as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. 

Taking a deep inhale you felt your body relax in his arms. He was safe. After weeks he was finally home again. After a moment you pulled back. His arms still wrapped around your waist. “I missed you.” He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly tracing your face. 

“I missed you too.” You smiled slowly rubbing a hand through the back of his head. “How come you’re back so early?” 

“Some sort of diplomatic thing.” He let out a breath, rolling his eyes causing you to laugh quietly. You knew how much he hated anything which involved politics. In all the time you’d known Anakin he’d never been one for anything which involved long boring conversations.

“The charity ball?” He nodded his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your waist. “Yeah. How did you know about it?” He frowned slightly, a look of confusion filling his features. “I got invited to,” You watched as a small smile grew on his lips at the idea of not being alone. “Well. That should make this slightly more bearable.” 

You nodded thinking for a moment. “We could…we could go…together.” Your voice came out as a whisper. The thought was something which had been sitting on your mind for a while. 

Every event you were invited to end up with you having to go alone. It was always the same questions asking when you were going to get into a relationship if you had anyone special in your life. By this point, you had mastered the act of politely brushing off anyone who brought up the topic, but that didn’t mean that it never hurt.

It hurt that you were unable to share your relationship with the other people in your life. That you had to act as if Anakin was nothing more than an acquaintance when you met him in public. You knew getting into this relationship that there would have to be sacrifices, you never expected anything less. But sometimes you wished that he would have enough trust in you to share your relationship with those closest to you.

Anakin let out a sigh, his gaze moving down to your feet. He pursed his lips slightly, looking back up. “Angel, you know we can’t…” He moved a hand to gently cup your check. “If the council found out about us…I don’t know what they’d do.” he frowned to himself as he spoke, his gaze seemingly growing distant for a moment before he re-focused back on you.

“I can’t risk them finding out.” He rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You kept your face passive as you stared at him. 

Sometimes your relationship felt almost one-sided. You felt committed to him in a way that he could never commit himself to you. While you knew Anakin was by no means in love with the order and their rules you knew he was still committed. You came second.

The thought had you swallowing, trying to push back the sudden rush of emotions that ran through you. “Fine.” You pulled back from his hold before walking back to the main room. Anakin sighed following closely behind you.

“Are you seriously gonna do this again? You know why we can’t do that. It would put my rank at risk!” He stopped as you turned to face him. You jabbed a finger into his chest. “You. You. You. That’s all it ever is. Do you ever think about what I want?”

“Of course, I think about what you want. You are the most important person in my life!” He reached out to grasp your hand. He lowered his voice as he spoke. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

You rolled your eyes letting out a quiet breath. “You know, sometimes I feel…I feel like you don’t even love me anymore.” You felt your lips quiver slightly as you swallowed back tears. “Like you're only here out of obligation.” 

You watched his face drop slightly. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife.” He stepped closer, his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your palm. “Then why are you so scared of telling the people closest to us that we’re married,” You pulled your palm from his grasp feeling a tear slowly slip down your face. 

“There’s dinner on the table if you want it.” You whispered before walking towards the bedroom.

You could hear him calling after you but you simply ignored it slamming the door behind you. Slowly you sank to the ground, your body shaking slightly as sobs began to fall from your lips. 

You’d stopped feeling loved a long time ago. At first, you’d believed that the feeling was simply in your head that you were just having doubts about your relationship due to how new it was, yet those doubts never seemed to go away. 

And Anakin did nothing to quell those doubts. Taking a breath you placed your chin on your knees, staring at the bed. You never imagined the man who you were supposed to love unconditionally and who was supposed to love you back could leave you feeling so unseen in your own relationship.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker angst #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #anakin smut #star wars prequels #revenge of the sith #.mine #.starwars #.anakinskywalker

[muzaktomyears]

Paul came across in 1963 as a fun-loving, footloose bachelor who turned on his charm to devastating effect when he wanted to manipulate rivals, colleagues or women he fancied. (...) He had enormous powers of persuasion within The Beatles. He would get his own way by subtlety and suaveness where John resorted to shouting and bullying. John may have been the loudest Beatle but Paul was the shrewdest. I watched him twist the others round to his point of view in all sorts of contentious situations, some trivial, some more significant, some administrative, some creative. George told me that when he joined Paul and John in the line-up of The Quarry Men in 1958, Paul was already acting as though he was the decision-maker in the group. According to George: "I knew perfectly well that this was John's band and John was my hero, my idol, but from the way Paul talked he gave every indication that he was the real leader, the one who dictated what The Quarry Men would do and where they should be going as a group." This made sense to me because, from what I saw for myself in 1963 and later, Paul's opinions and ideas tended to prevail with The Beatles, particularly on matters of musical policy such as whether a new number was worth recording or whether the running order for the group's stage show needed altering slightly. I didn't see any of the others resist him. They seemed to welcome Paul getting his way by winning arguments with John. When Paul wanted something badly enough from Brian Epstein he would speak softly, wooing the man rather than intimidating him. Epstein's defences would melt away as Paul looked him straight in the eye. In terms of song lyrics, Paul's idea of romantic was 'Michelle', John's was 'Norwegian Wood'.

John, Paul, George, Ringo & Me: The Real Beatles Story, Tony Barrow (2005)

#eating it up with a spoon #particularly quarrymen paul #and the brian stuff #john&paul #paul mccartney #george harrison #brian epstein #john lennon #tony barrow #books

[diazbuckleydreamer]

The Prize for Bad Behavior

Chapter 1: What are you going to do about it?

“I know why he’s acting like this. I just don’t know what to do about it.” Eddie sat across the glossed over wood bar table from Tommy. His pint glass hadn’t left his hand for more than a few seconds since the waitress set it down in front of him ten minutes ago and he looked more annoyed than Tommy had yet to see him. They’d just finished up the pick up game on the west side. A game they had easily dominated. They should be in a great mood. But their happiness over the game was being greatly overshadowed by the nasty attitude they’d both been on the receiving end of from Eddie’s best friend.

“You do?” Tommy questioned his eyebrow raising enough that he could feel the pull on his face. Still clearly irritated, Eddie gulped down more beer before coming up for air. His face twisted up into a scowl.

“Of course I do! I know Buck as well as I know myself.”

Tommy had no doubt about that. One of the very first things that Tommy had picked up on when Eddie and him began hanging out, was that he and Evan were attached at the hip. But Eddie’s own admission, the two were each other’s everything. And what Tommy didn’t understand, was how neither man had figured out that everything meant madly in love. He’d seen it a million times in his life. It was a common thing especially among gays. Two people who were best friends, trying so hard to convince themselves that’s all it was. But Tommy had a suspicion that in this case, the two men truly had no idea.

“He’s jealous!” Eddie’s words had Tommy pausing, glass halfway to his mouth as he looked over the table. For a moment, the words had made Tommy believe he’d been wrong, and that at least Eddie was aware of the feelings between them. But a quick assessment of the younger man’s face showed nothing more than surface level irritation.

“What could he have to be jealous of?” He asked, moving to drink his beer. Hoping that the move would hide his interest in the subject, which he was sure was obvious on his face.

Tommy wasn’t entirely sure where his interest lied at that point. There was a moment after the cruise ship rescue, where Evan had looked at Tommy with so much love and happiness and appreciation in his gorgeous blue eyes, that Tommy had sworn Evan was attracted to him. It was a thought that Tommy had felt was confirmed when Evan had gone to Hen to get his number before calling him up and asking him for a tour of the Air Support Hangar. But ever since that day, it had seemed like Tommy had been way off track. Evan hadn’t reached out at all. Not even bothering to reply when Tommy had sent him a text asking if he’d enjoyed his tour. What was more, the basketball game had been the first time Tommy had seen the adorable firefighter since that day, and he’d acted like both Eddie and Tommy were bugs on the bottom of his shoe.

And then, there was Eddie. Tommy couldn’t deny that the man was a knockout. He was hot, a ton of fun to be around, they shared a lot of interests and genuinely just enjoyed each other’s company. Tommy couldn’t deny he was excited every time he knew they were going to be hanging out. It felt just the same giddiness he had with past romantic partners. But despite the fact that Eddie had a tendency to flirt seemingly without realizing it, and a late night admission that he took the path in life he did solely because it had been what was expected of him, Tommy still hadn’t gotten solid indication that Eddie would be open to him making a move. So, he hadn’t.

Tommy watched the irritation melt off Eddie’s face at his question. It was replaced by a look of mourning. Eddie sighed. “He gets insecure.” He told him. It was the last thing Tommy had expected him to say.

“Insecure?” He parroted. “He’s good looking, sweet, from what I hear he’s a damn good firefighter. What is it he’s insecure about? I mean, clearly he knows he can’t be replaced. Especially not in your life.”

Eddie thought it over for a moment, the sad look on his face deepening. “He doesn’t know that.” His friend’s sexy brown eyes met his expectant gaze for a long moment, drilling in the overwhelming truth in what he’d just said, before flicking down to the table. “There’s a long and really messed up story behind it. But Buck doesn’t believe he’s enough…for anyone. I’ve tried so hard over the years to convince him otherwise. And he’s a lot better than he used to be, but-”

“Let me guess, but when it comes to you and your friendship, his jealousy is easily spiked.” Eddie’s attention snapped back up to him, disbelief clouding his eyes.

“Yeah. How’d you know that?” This was one of those moments, where Eddie spoke to him in a way as adoring as Buck’s gaze after the rescue. It made Tommy’s stomach drop a little. Like when the helicopter caught a slight down draft. Noticeable but not overwhelming.

“Because people are unreasonably protective over the things they love the most.” Tommy answered lightly. He knew that after only knowing these two men for a couple of weeks, that it wasn’t his place to interfere. Especially after Evan and Eddie had been tap dancing around the subject for years. But as a man who finally felt comfortable in himself and his sexuality, he couldn’t let two men who were clearly head over heels for each other, miss their opportunity because they refused to see it. If there was one thing that Tommy could do as Eddie’s friend, it’d be to lay this out for him.

Surprisingly, Eddie didn’t some much as a blink at Tommy’s words. A knowing expression pressed his features. “I know that better than anyone.” He muttered more to himself than his friend. “That’s why I’ve never told him that I want to be with him.”

When Eddie finally got the courage to meet Tommy’s eyes, it took a moment for him to actually see the smirk being offered his way.

“You knew?” He questioned. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course I knew. I mean, it’s pretty obvious-well, to everyone but you two apparently.” Eddie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, giving Tommy the chance to compose himself. With a sigh of resignation, he threw caution and common sense to the wind. “Why do you think I didn’t ask you out on a real date?”

Eddie’s jaw snapped shut, his brows pressing together in confusion as he assessed the man across from him. Tommy knew he was questioning whether or not it was a joke, so Tommy met his gaze head on. “You wanted to ask me out?” Eddie finally asked. His tone not just level, but even holding the tiniest bit of teasing. Tommy’s stomach dipped again.

“Of course I did!” Tommy threw back playfully. “Come on Diaz, you’re a good looking dude. And a shit ton of fun to hang out with. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”

Eddie let out an exhale that sounded a lot like a laugh from where Tommy was sitting. “Damn. And here I thought you kind of had a thing for Buck. I mean, I saw the way you were looking at him on the boat.”

Tommy’s teeth sank into his bottom lip. “I am.” He admitted before shaking his head. “Well, I was. But, you and I both saw how much he despises me.” His words took on a regretful tone that sobered both men a little.

Tommy wished he and Eddie would keep playing around and joking. In another world, Tommy would take this and run with it. He’d flirt, buy Eddie a drink or two. They’d hang out, hit it off, and maybe if Tommy were lucky, he’d be lucky enough to score a kiss before getting in his car and driving home.

But this wasn’t that world.

In this world, whether it was a stated thing or not, Eddie belonged to Evan. Tommy would respect that dynamic. Even though he’d admitted his feelings for Eddie, and Evan for that matter, he knew he wouldn’t act on it. Because he’d already gotten in between the two men more than he should have.

“He doesn’t despise you.” Eddie argued. “He just doesn’t know you. All he knows is that I keep hanging out with you instead of him.”

“Why do you?” The words flew out of Tommy’s mouth before he could stop them.

Eddie polished off his drink before responding. “Because I like you too.” He admitted. “And…the truth is it’s getting hard to be around Buck and ignore how I feel.”

Having the hot guy you're hanging out with pine over another man right after saying he likes you normally wouldn’t go over very well. But for some reason, Tommy actually felt honored that he’d been looped into the same statement as Eddie’s love for Evan. It somehow told him that Eddie was really into him.

“So, just tell him how you feel.” Tommy offered before downing the rest of his drink. “I know you think it’ll ruin things, but it won’t. I know it isn’t my place, but if the shit that went down on the court today says anything, it’s that he feels the same way.”

“You know, I was thinking the same thing. But I couldn’t bring myself to address it after his behavior. I don’t want him thinking that he can get his way by throwing a temper tantrum.” Timmy couldn’t help but laugh, loud and hearty at the statement.

“I can get behind that.” He said finally.

A look of pure astonishment lit Eddie’s face suddenly. “I’ve got it!” He told Tommy as he flagged down their waitress. Tommy did nothing to hide the curiosity and confusion on his face.

“What?”

Eddie handed the waitress a twenty to cover their drinks and told her to keep the change before pushing out of his chair. “Buck keeps forgetting, I’m a dad. I know how to handle a kid having a fit. I know how to give him what we both want while punishing him at the same time, but I need your help. You game?”

The mischief in Eddie’s eyes was something he hadn’t seen since the night of the rescue and it turned Tommy on to no end. Standing, he stepped around the table and up to Eddie. “I don’t know where you’re going with this. But I’m in.”

#buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #evan buckley #911 #buckley diaz family #buck/eddie #911 fanfic #keep tommy! #buck x tommy #eddie diaz x tommy kinard #buck x tommy x eddie

[ordinaryschmuck]

*Sighs*...Okay, yeah, Wish really IS bad

And I didn't want to go in thinking that. I went in with the most optimistic view possible. Because with EVERYONE treating this movie as the worst thing possible, a POX upon the house of mouse itself, I went in thinking that there's no WAY it's THAT bad. So when I finally watched, I decided...I was right. It's NOT that bad. But...Well...Let's get into it.

This is the part where I'd say "Positives First," to show off what worked before picking apart what didn't. Except that, aside from a few little moments and easter eggs that made me go, "Aw, that's cute," I'm coming up EMPTY. Every single thing--And I do mean EVERY SINGLE THING in this movie, from the animation, songs, characters, story, themes, ideas, and even EXECUTIONS...is ALMOST good. Every single aspect of this film ALMOST worked. The pieces are there and I can see just how this film could have been the masterpiece that was a CENTURY in the making. The problem is that there's ONE THING holding it back: Not enough time. And I don't just mean that the movie should have been longer. No, I mean that this movie needed another YEAR of production to tighten up EVERYTHING. Why's that? Well, let's go in order of the things I mentioned.

The animation is clearly trying to go for this mixed-medium style that movies like Puss in Boots: The Last Wish or Spider-Verse popularized. Those movies mixed hand-drawn animation with 3D models, making storybook illustrations or comic book art feel ALIVE. That's sort of Wish is going for. I hear people say that Disney's 100 year celebration should have been completely hand drawn to call back to their early years, but I tend to disagree. I think Disney making a movie that's mixed-medium is a better way to honor its one hundred years, taking the animation that made Disney huge and mixing it with modern CGI as a way to make it feel like a celebration of the old AND new. EXCEPT that it doesn't really look good, aside from certain screenshots. There are SOME still images where if you paused the movie at the right time you can get something that looks like a 2D image with CG touch-ups. For the rest of the movie, it looks like a modern CGI Disney film with a storybook filter slapped on it. It doesn't look TOO BAD when your eyes get used to it, but it doesn't stop the movie from feeling like it ALMOST hit the right mark. The only times it REALLY works is with Star.

Wha--No. No, not that one. That's the wrong Disney character named Star.

There he is. There's my little guy.

But look at him. He's a 3D character with hand-drawn touch-ups that really makes him feel like a 2D character brought to life. If the whole movie looked like HIM, then it would have been a revolutionary achievement for Disney. But it doesn't. Instead, it feels like a missed opportunity that would have worked better if they had more time to animate this film instead of leaving their animators scattered to the winds to make half-assed sequels or forcing out one to two projects every year.

There should have also been more attention given to the songs because...Oh my gosh, they're bad. They SOUND nice, I love the instrumentals and the POWER these people put into the vocals. "This Wish" and its reprise successfully gives me chills through how well they're sang and how epic the instruments make them. But the LYRICS...are messy. When you sit down and actually LISTEN to what's sung, it all just...BLEH. That's the best way I can describe it, I'm sorry! It's BLEH!

Why would a king in a fairytale kingdom in the distant past sing, "You're sure you're not the prob?"

"Throwing caution into every warning sign" doesn't come across as a person freeing herself from her insane king's vague warnings but ADHERING to them.

The way that Asha and King Magnifico sing about protecting wishes makes it sound like they're singing to EACH OTHER.

And "You're A Star." OH BOY! The song that's meant to explain how these animals can magically talk is just filled with allegories and allusions that think they explain EVERYTHING only to explain NOTHING. It's just vague nonsense that, again, SOUNDS nice, but offers no real substance. On its own, I guess I can get into it, but to tell a story, it falls apart. Because that's the difference when it comes to writing a regular song and writing a musical: You're not just making a good song, you're telling a story through MUSIC. Wish's soundtrack is one that's filled with catchy songs, but not ones that properly move the story forward. Not to mention how they're so jarringly out of character in cases like "This is the Thanks I Get." When Disney released the soundtrack, that was my favorite song because I felt like it perfectly fit this smug, egotistical prick who thought he was the best person alive. Turns out that's not what Wish was going for...Not entirely.

Magnifico feels like he's meant to be a mix between Gaston and Maleficent. A character that has a huge ego and loves himself more than anything, but has an incredible amount of power to make himself a threat. If done right, a villain like that could stand up to be with some of Disney's best. And, yeah, like everything else in this movie, he ALMOST works. When he's finally a villain, he's campy and over the top, making him entertaining...But notice how I said "When he's finally a villain." That's because Magnifico doesn't really become what he's meant to be until halfway through the movie. He starts off as a King with good intentions but paranoid ideals that doesn't make him evil, it makes him feel like a guy who needed evidence to prove that other magic isn't a threat. By the time he finally acts more like a Disney villain, it was such a jarring left turn that his sudden switch-up made me feel like it was somehow a nightmare sequence from Asha. He's NOTHING like the guy he starts out as, and it's not a natural change that flows well throughout the film. That's mainly because the story has a pacing problem worse than any movie I've seen. If King Magnifico's path to the dark side was slow and gradual, showing signs of his worst qualities first and make them more apparent as the film goes on, he would have worked INCREDIBLY. Instead, it comes across as his villainy was activated like someone flipped a switch in his brain that says, "Be evil now." It's the absolute REVERSE of a bad redemption story, mixed with a lazy explanation that it was dark magic that made him more corrupt when he should have been evil since minute one. And you want to know the worst part? He's probably the best character in this.

Asha...isn't bad. She's your standard quirky nice girl protagonist that Disney just LOVES to use, especially lately. It's just that Asha doesn't have that "Gets stuff done" attitude like Moana or Mulan, nor does she have the infectious charm like Maribel or Anna. Asha, instead, is a lot like her breakout song: Nice and enjoyably, but doesn't stand out from the biggest hits. As for her animal sidekick Valentino...He's not annoying, but he's not funny either. Honestly, his comedy peaked when it was revealed that this cute baby goat sounded like Clayface from that Harley Quinn cartoon. A joke, by the way, that got spoiled by the trailers, so it's not really AS funny in the movie. Honestly, Asha's SEVEN FRIENDS are funnier at times. Speaking of, those characters are very clearly meant to be the Seven Dwarfs. And it is VERY distracting because not only does it feel like only two or three of them are necessary to the plot, but they're the ONLY major reference that the movie shines a light on when it comes to Disney's history.

Would I have wanted this entire movie to be nothing but references of past Disney movies? Of course not. That's not how movies work. But Wish seems to have this problem where it doesn't really COMMIT to honoring Disney's legacy. The most it does is give the Seven Dwarfs human OCs, make them supporting characters, and throws in tiny little easter eggs here and there. Again, some of them are cute, but it's not enough. The same goes for when Wish tries to honor some of the tropes and cliches that Disney popularized. It's an animated musical with talking animals, a campy villain, an objectively pretty protagonist, and goofy sidekicks. But it takes more than ADDING that stuff to your movie in order to honor them. You need to look at what made those tropes and cliches work in the first place and make something that calls back to those classic films while still having something new to say. And Wish almost--ALMOST--has something new to say.

With everything surrounding King Magnifico and how he got more power with people's wishes, I almost thought Wish was going to be a film that called out modern Disney. At least, modern CORPORATE Disney, a company that takes ideas and thoughts created by dozens of talented people, twists them into something unrecognizable, and refuses to give those ideas back when choosing to do NOTHING with this great idea leaves them free of competition. And to stop something evil like that, you must make something of your own and work hard to make your idea yours instead of letting someone more powerful take it from you. I thought that would have been a GREAT message...But of course DISNEY wouldn't want a movie calling them OUT for their one hundred year victory lap. So, instead, we have a message that tries to get the same idea across, but in a simplified way where the wishes are taken LITERALLY and that the only way to get what you want is to wish hard enough for it. That is...NOT the message I want kids to learn from this as it often leads to bad expectations. If this movie tried an ironically anti-Disney message in ANY OTHER year, it would have a better chance of getting away with it. But for a hundred year celebration, there was no chance in hell.

Wish is NOT Disney's worst movie, but it's nowhere near the best. I love SO MANY of the ideas and what it TRIES to do, but there's a difference between good ideas and good executions. It was ALMOST good, but Wish was not the movie anybody was really wishing for...

#disney #wish critical #quick thoughts #what i thought about

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Bruce and Jasoncs first meeting- Transcribed!

Hello, I transcribed part of Batman #408, aka. Bruce and Jason’s first meeting! I did it so I would have an easier time writing my fic, like copy and paste certain dialogue, and thought that it may be useful for some others too. Each paragraph is describing one panel.

The Batmobile is parked in an alley. Three tires are missing.

Batman: I don't believe it!

Narrator: And Batman does something he has never done before, in Crime Alley

Batman: *laughs*

Batman: *kneels on the passenger's seat’s side to inspect the tires* I have to hand it to ‘em - it takes stones to rip of the Batman’s buggy

Jason is seen going to the Batmobile while looking over his right shoulder. He wears a red long-sleeved shirt, red jeans and a black vest.

Narrator: And as Batman kneels to appraise the situation, a criminal returns to the scene of the crime

Batman is still kneeling, but now Jason has walked around the car, standing in front of Batman.

Batman: Well- Come to finish the job, boy?

Jason: Whoops.

Batman stands up, Jason quickly hides the tire iron behind his left thigh.

Batman: *scowls* You’re going to give me back my tires

Jason: Who says I took ‘em?

Batman stems his hands into his hips. Jason has the tire iron perfectly behind his back. His right hand indicates that he’s nervous.

Batman: What else is the tire iron for?

Jason swings the tire iron right into Batman's right side, onto the ribs.

Jason: This!

Batman clutches his left side with his right arm. Jason is running away.

Batman: You little son of a gun

Jason: Come and catch me, you big boob!

Jason runs into an alley across from the Batmobile.

Batman looks around the corner of said alley.

Batman: I could stop him easily enough, but maybe I should let him lead me to my whitewalls.

Jason is seen climbing the fire escape of a condemned building.

He closes the door behind him. He is now in the hallway of said condemned building. There is a bottle and trash on the floor, graffiti and other writings on the walls, the ceiling has a hole in it. At the end of the hallway is a window. It seems to have been barricaded with wood planks once, but only the top ones remain, the ones on the bottom have been destroyed.

Jason walks into a room across from the door he just closed. The green paint is missing here and there, leaving patches that reveal the wall material. There is a thin, rugged, yellow carpet on the floor. In the corner across from the door is a mattress on the floor. Two pillows are at the head of it that is touching the wall and a blanket is covering neatly the rest of the mattress. Next to the head of the mattress where the pillows lie is a pile of comics, the top one being “Ape-man”. A few feet in front of the mattress on the left side is also a passageway to the next room. When you enter the room, there are two tires leaning against the left wall. When you enter and look to the right, there are two tires stacked on top of each other with a third leaning against them.

Jason is now sitting on the mattress, about to light a cigarette. Batman is standing right behind him in the other room, a corner of his cape goes around the passageway. On the wall to the left of the mattress is a poster with a skull, the words “Poison Idea” written on it. On that side is also a stereo on a shelf, which also hosts other things, probably cassettes (as CD’s only became popular in the mid 90’s and this comic was published in 1987), maybe some comics and books too. On the wall behind the mattress is a poster of a man with the words “Eric Peters”.

Batman steps into the room Jason is occupying, standing in front of the mattress.

Batman: That’ll stunt your growth, kid.

Jason is standing up and pointing at the two tires leaned against the wall. His right hand is balled into a fist.

Jason: Take your lousy tires, already, and go- just lemme alone!

Batman spreads out his arms

Batman: Son… do you… live here?

Jason: Yeah! What of it? It’s mine and I like it.

We get a wider shot of the room. The mattress is at the left back corner. In the right back corner is an armchair propped against the right wall. Right next to it’s left is a small carton or shelf and next to it are stacked multiple cans on top of each other. On the right side of the armchair is a barricaded window, beneath it is a heating. There is not just one side board shelf on the back wall where the mattress is, but multiple. All filled very neatly. Next to the last shelf are again multiple cans which are stacked very neatly together.

Jason is scowling, having his arms crossed. Behind him on one of the shelves is a frame, in it the portrait of a woman.

Batman: And your mother?

Jason: She’s dead. She got sick. Okay? Now get outa here!

Jason turns towards Batman and swings his right fist at him. Batman has his left arm outstretched and put it on Jason's head in order to keep him away from him.

Jason: Or do I have to make you leave?

Batman picks up Jason by Jason’s left wrist, lifting him into the air.

Batman: You’re a scrappy one, I’ll say that much for you.

Batman is standing at the ground, at the bottom of the fire escape. Jason is letting a tire down from above, the tire being tied on a rope.

Batman: I’m afraid it isn't enough to just give me back my property

Jason and Batman are walking side by side, Batman having clutched one tire under his arms, Jason rolling a tire in front of him.

Jason: You’re gonna fink to the cops, huh? Figures.

Batman: Not the cops. I think we do have to tell the juvenile authorities about you…

Jason is still looking forward, while Batman is looking at Jason.

Jason: I can fend for myself just fine! I know how to make it on the streets - and I like it there!

Jason is looking up, pointing with his right thumb at himself. He seems determined.

Jason: I don’t want to wind up in some crummy orphanage. Or some foster home where I’m somebody's pet charity case. I’m my own man! Me, Jason Todd!

Jason is kneeling down and mounts a tire onto the Batmobile, Batman standing next to him.

Batman: Jason Todd, huh? Pretty fancy handle for a street kid. How long was your mother sick?

Jason: Over a year. I found her food and stuff - kepr her warm - and alive… long as I could

Batman is standing behind Jason now and puts his left hand on Jason's shoulder.

Batman: What about school, son?

Jason: I graduates a long time ago - from the streets of Crime Alley.

There is one more page which I didn't transcribe because it’s about Batman bringing Jason to Ma Gunn’s School, something which I won’t include in my fic. Feel free to check out the comic tho, I highly recommend it. Especially the next one too, because Jason helps Batman take down the headmaster in her crime scheme!

#batman #batman comics #jason todd #bruce wayne #jason peter todd #batman and robin #bruce and jason #jason and bruce #dc #dc comics #transcript #batfandom #batman fandom #robin ii #robin jason todd #robin!jason

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Embarrass

@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 854

Previous part First part

James actually ran as soon as he got out of Regulus and Sirius’s suite. He was so stupid throwing himself at a stranger without even asking if they were single. He thought Regulus would have told him, but clearly not. Then again, he thought, he did tell me to go away repeatedly, and I wouldn’t go. Barty was right to be angry at me. 

His feet had led him back to his own room. Clumsily, he scanned the door card and let himself in. Maybe he’d go out onto the slopes and have a ski. He hadn’t done that for a few days. Not since he ran into Regulus. He could hardly embarrass himself more than he’d already done today.

He had just hauled himself off the bed and started to look for his skiing clothes when the room phone rang. He picked it up in case it was his parents, but they had his mobile number, so it would be odd if it were them. 

“Hello?” He said into the receiver. 

“James? James, is that you? Please don’t hang up. Can you come back, and I’ll explain.” Regulus’s panicked voice buzzed down the phone line. James sunk onto his bed. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Reg. My intentions aren’t exactly platonic, and you have a boyfriend—”

“I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!” Regulus shouted, clearly aggravated. “Sorry. Barty is not my boyfriend. I broke up with him, and he refuses to accept it. But I swear, James, I would have told you if he were. Please come back.” James ran his hand through his hair as he debated. “Please, James.”

“Ugh,” He grunted. “Okay, fine. Is Sirius there to let me back in?” He’d already stood up and walked towards the door but was suddenly yanked backwards by the corded phone. “Ouch!” He cried as he landed heavily on his arse. 

“You just tried to walk away with the hotel’s phone, didn’t you?” Regulus said, trying to hold back a snicker. 

“Shut up, or I’m not coming.” He hung the phone up and, rubbing his rump, left his room. 

It wasn’t until he was approaching Regulus’s room that he realised he’d never gotten an answer if Sirius was there to let him in. He really didn’t want Regulus to have to hop all the way through to open the door.

As luck would have it, Dr Lupin had just raised his hand to knock on the door. “Dr Lupin,” James called out, waving at the man and jogging the last few steps to get to him. “You here to check on Regulus’s ankle?” He asked with a big smile breaking across his face. 

“Oh, er—I mean—Yes, yes. That’s right. Regulus’s ankle—Yep—Exactly.” The young doctor seemed flustered, with a pink flush creeping over his face. He was saved from further explanation when the door suddenly opened. 

“Remus!” Sirius beamed at him. His face dropped when he saw James standing next to him. 

“Hello, Mr Black. I’m here to check on Regulus’s ankle.” Remus stared straight at Sirius. 

“Huh? Oh—Yeah, brilliant. Thank you, Dr Lupin.” Sirius moved aside and let him in. James flicked his head between the two men but couldn’t figure out what he was missing. He shrugged his shoulders and followed them in. 

They crowded into Regulus’s room, much to Regulus’s surprise. 

“Hello, Regulus. How are you today? I’ve come to check your ankle.” Remus got Regulus to stand and move a few steps as he observed and nodded at his progress. “Excellent. It’s healing well. You can probably do some light exercise with it now. Walk around the suite at least today and try a bit further tomorrow. You should be almost back to normal by the time you go home, though I’m afraid I can’t recommend any more skiing while you’re here.” Remus told him in his doctor’s voice. 

“Thank you, Dr Lupin,” Regulus said as he lowered himself back onto the bed. 

“You’re welcome,” Remus said, straightening his jumper. “I’ve taken enough of your time. If you want a final check before you leave, let me know.” He turned towards the door.

“I’ll see you out,” Sirius told him, following him through the door.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured once they were alone. 

“Hi,” James sighed and sunk onto the end of the bed. 

“I’m sorry if he said anything to upset you. I’ve blocked his number now. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.” They sat there in awkward silence. 

Regulus shuffled himself up the bed so he was propped up by his pillows. “Can we just forget that moron spoke to you and just go back to how we were this morning?” He asked hopefully. “I found a film I think you might like. It’s all romantic, and there’s sword fighting and pirates and Rodents of unusual size.” He smiled shyly at James as he flicked the TV on. 

With very little encouragement, James flopped backwards next to Regulus. 

Regulus immediately snuggled into his side and nudged James’s arm until he wrapped it around him. Regulus sighed contentedly as he put the film on.    

Next part

#April 16 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus au #jegulus angst #james potter #regulus black #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #james x regulus #regulus x james #regulus and james #james potter x regulus black #james and regulus #clumsy james #Embarrass

[infiniteeight8]

I’d love to see a follow up for this drabble: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51736909 (homeless Tony and dimension hopping Stephen) if you’re willing! The Stephen of that universe meeting Tony perhaps?

I have no idea if the timelines work for this at all, but it’s an AU, so… they do now! 😀

-

Tony has been drinking less since a stranger told him magic was real and then disappeared through a ring of fire. He hasn’t quit—sometimes the drink is the only solace, the only painkiller, the only company he has—but less. Not because the experience made him doubt his own mind, but because he knew it had been real. 

Magic was real, and no one seemed to know about it.

Or if they did know, and they were hiding. 

Tony wasn’t sure which pissed him off more. No one should get to call dibs on fundamental forces of the universe. If there are sorcerers in this world, he’s going to find them and give them a piece of his mind. And if there aren’t… If there aren’t, he’s going to figure it out his own damn self.

So he’s drinking less, and trying to get his shit together, which is what brings him to an actual shelter instead of a doorway. Most folks are keeping their heads down, focused on their own food, but Tony is looking around, which is how he spots him.

The stranger.

He’s in rough shape, his clothes as worn as stained as Tony’s are, hair grown out almost to his shoulders, face hidden by a ragged beard. Tony wouldn’t have recognized him, except those eyes and those cheekbones are hard to miss. It hasn’t been nearly long enough for the polished man Tony had met to reach this state, but the sorcerer had said he was from an alternate universe. It looks like this world’s equivalent hasn’t done as well.

The stranger doesn’t join the food line, instead skimming over the people seated at the tables. His eyes catch on Tony briefly, pass by… and then return. Tony doesn’t look much like his photos these days. Gaze sharpening, the stranger makes his way over and sits down across from Tony. He leans across the table. “Have you met me before?” he asks quietly.

Tony is briefly grateful the man hadn’t spoken his name. It does him no favors in places like this. “Not you, but another version of you.”

Relief suffuses the stranger’s expression. “It was real,” he murmurs. “Magic is real.”

Tony hears it in the stranger’s voice, the same mingled wonder and outrage that had gotten Tony up off the pavement. “And I’m going to prove it,” he says. “You want in?”

The stranger nods sharply and holds out a scarred, trembling hand. “Stephen Strange.”

Tony takes it with a tiny smirk. “You know who I am.”

#IronStrange #ficlet

[signed-sapphire]

The Fallen Star ✨ Wish Reimaigned

Chapter 2 - The sorcerer

Tw: minor injury, flashing light in a gif, panic attack below the red “boom” (check the comments for a summary of what happens)

Chapter 1

Asha made her way over to the teens. She would inform them of her Sleepy/spindle idea at once.

“I’m sure the Royal Healers will find a way to help your Saba,” Dahlia was telling Hal sympathetically.

“..yeah,” Hal murmurs. She seems to remember herself and puts on a smile. “Yeah, he’ll be okay! My Saba is a fighter!”

“That’s the spirit,” Safi grins.

“Dario!” Hal exclaims, momentarily forgetting her plight. She runs up to a lanky teen and hugs him tight.

Dario grins and signs something with his one free hand.

“Oh, sorry!”

Hal steps back and Dario signs, Sorry I couldn’t make it! Gabo was busy training and I didn’t want to leave him alone.

“My abuela’s always like, gotta work to protect the royal couple,” a voice from below grumbles.

“Gabo! Glad you could make it,” Hal smiles.

“Hey, Hal.” Gabo crosses his arms. “Like, they’re infinitely powerful! Amaya knows potion magic! And there’s nothing Magnus wouldn’t do to protect his wife— even his daughter! For some reason…”

“Ahem.”

Gabo freezes at the towering figure above him. Asha glares down at the short peasant, nostrils flared. “Ah, Grumpy. I’m surprised no one has trampled you yet.”

“I’d offer you the chance to do it yourself but Your Royal Highness wouldn’t want to dirty her shoes with the peasants, would she?” Gabo snarks.

Asha crosses her arms. “You’re the grandson of the captain of the guard. Unlike your gaggle of friends, you’re not a peasant.”

Gabo huffs. “Thanks for the insult, Highness.”

“Gabo,” Bazeema hisses.

Gabo shrinks. “Sorry, Bazeema.” He glances up. “Sorry, Your Highness.”

Asha rolls her eyes. How sincere. “Anyways. You look sad, Happy. Which is ironic, considering you are usually very… loud. This is a nice change. But Magnus has his reasons. Sorry.” She turns to Sleepy. “Besides, I have the perfect idea to keep you awake.”

“Huh?” Simon yawns and turns to Asha.

The princess taps her foot. “Well,” she says addressing Simon, “it’s this magical spindle that pricks you whenever you start feeling sleepy! It’ll keep you awake! I know, I know. Amazing. What can I say except ‘you’re welcome!’” she smiles.

Dario signs something that has the other teens snickering, giving Asha an innocent look when she glares at him.

Gabo snorts. “Thanks for the ‘advice,’” surrounding the last word with quotation marks, “but we really don’t want any more royal decisions that ultimately end up helping us none.”

“Gabo,” Dahlia says cautiously.

“My— Magnus has reasons for what he does,” Asha says.

“Hal’s Saba is sick!” Gabo exclaims. “What reason does he have?”

“Gabo,” Dahlia warns.

“Watch your tone,” Asha says sharply.

“Why should I listen to you?” Gabo rolls his eyes. “You didn’t do anything to deserve being the princess—"

“Gabo! That’s enough!” Dahlia says firmly.

“What? She’s not even their daughter! All she did was have a “boo-hoo, I’m so sad” childhood and now she thinks she gets to dictate people’s lives—"

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Asha snaps. “I am your princess and you will respect me or so help me I will ban you from Rosas forever and you’ll never see your friends again!” She growls.

Asha exhales and runs a hand through her hair “Take him away.”

The guards hesitantly herd the teens off as Asha storms past them into the castle, Valentino scrambling to follow her.

She tried to help them, and this was the thanks she got?

“They’re so infuriating!” Asha shouts, slamming her door. She yells and grabs her vanity chair and throws it across the room, only for a magical blue net to catch it and gently return it to its place. A note pops onto the chair.

Asha groans and flops onto her bed, grabbing her pillow and screaming into it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Valentino bleats and nudges Asha with his horns. Asha rolls over and pets his fluffy head. “Thanks, Val. I just… I know I’m not magic like Magnus. But I’m going to be. Soon. Just a couple more months until I’m eighteen. Then I’ll show them.”

Valentino tilts his head.

“I’ve tried Amaya’s “make friends” idea,” Asha deadpans. “It didn’t work.”

"Behhhh."

“What do you mean? Of course I tried!” Asha exclaims. “I was as nice as I could be!”

"Behhhhhhh."

There’s a knock on the door, the knock Anna did on Elsa’s door.

Dun dun dun dun dun

“Asha?"

“Come in,” Asha mumbles into her pillow.

Magnus steps inside. Valentino jumps up and bleats happily. The king grins and pets the goat’s head.

“Hey, Mags,” Asha says imperceptibly.

“Are you alright?” Magnus asks softly. “I saw you running off after the meeting.”

“I’m fine. Your roses come with a bunch of thorns, that’s all. You should prune the lot of them.”

Magnus sits by Asha’s bed. “Want to tell me what happened?”

Asha rolls her eyes and sits up. “Just… people are stupid.”

“Which people in particular?”

“Grumpy,” Asha mutters. “Him and his stupid friends.”

“The group of friends you were interested in joining?”

“What? No!” Asha exclaims. “Why would I want to join them? They insulted me! Well, he did, at least. Stupid little rose,” she grumbles.

“Grumpy… grumpy grumpy— ah! Little rose,” Magnus nods. “Was it Gabo Noceda?”

“Yes, it was Grumpy Whatever-The-Crap-His-Name-Is.” Asha crosses her arms.

“What did he say?” Magnus asks.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Just some bull about how I’m not really your daughter and I can’t do magic like you,” Asha mumbles.

Magnus purses his lips. “I see. I shall inform Captain Noceda of this as soon as possible.”

“Don’t. It’s fine,” Asha says. “I’m turning eighteen in a couple months. You can just grant my wish then.”

Magnus raises an eyebrow. “So you want to talk about this now?”

“Talk— talk about what?”

Magnus smiles. “One: Asha, you are my daughter, and you are Amaya’s daughter. We love you, you are part of our family, and you will always be loved. Okay?”

Asha looks uncomfortable.

“And two: we’ve been over this. You can tell me your wish, Asha. I promise I won’t judge,” Magnus says earnestly.

“I told you. I want to be a sorceress,” Asha says simply.

Magnus smiles softly. “Come with me, yeah?”

“I really don’t think—"

Magnus was already out of the room. Asha groans and contemplates throwing something again. Maybe out the balcony. Maybe it would land on Grumpy’s head. Oops.

She decides to follow Magnus instead. Valentino trots alongside her as they walk to his study, where Magnus waves a hand and the crystal doors open to the wish room.

Asha closes her eyes and basks in the glow of the wishes. “They’re… everything.”

“They are,” Magnus agrees. “They are the true essence of a person. A part of their heart. The very best part. As long as they stay here, they are protected. And they remain safe. When you turn eighteen, Asha, your wish will join them.”

He floats the wishes down, admiring them softly. “When that happens, I’d rather know your wish already than find it out on my own.”

“Mags, stop prying, okay?” Asha crosses her arms. “I told you. My wish is—"

“That may be a wish, but I only guard one’s true wish,” Magnus interrupts. “I can feel them, Asha. A sorcerer knows.”

“And when I’m a sorcerer, I’ll know too,” Asha retorts.

Magnus massages his temples. Teenagers.

How am I supposed to get through to her? I just wish—

Ah.

“Would it help if I told you my true wish?” Magnus offers.

Asha’s eyes dart to him. “What?”

“My wish,” Magnus clarifies. “I don’t think I’ve ever shown you it.”

“N-no,” Asha stammers, “you haven’t.”

Magnus grins. “Five years in our family and I’ve never once showed you? We must fix that!” His eyes are sparkling.

Asha winces, then walks up to Magnus, where he’s floating down the wishes. Music starts playing.

🎵 A Wish Worth Making 🫧

Magnus

Asha

The wish of someone like me

Magnus smiles at Asha as the room fades to a dark greyish

Someone whose hopes were in despair

Wind picks up and shows Asha’s sketchbook flipping, Magnus’ magic swirling and dancing onto the paper

After the smoke and screams

We see a sketched young Magnus (created from his magic, she didn’t actually draw this) look around the rubble

After the dust cleared from the air

He’s hugging Young Asha

I made a wish, with my whole heart

Holding her close, she’s sleeping and his hand is cradling her head, Amaya is sitting next to him

To never see yours breaking

Looking up at the Stars, seeing a small one peeking out from behind the clouds

That was my wish worth making

Yeah, everybody dreams

Real life Magnus, wishes dancing around him, the drawings fly off the paper to see Magnus and Young Asha studying books together

To be something, someday, somewhere

Even kings and queens

Daydream to be free from their royal chairs

I see a dream that’s got your heart

Clasping Asha’s hands

It’s not magic you want to be reaping

So tell me. What’s really your dream worth dreaming?

Asha pulls her hands away and turns off

I started as a wildling

Page flips back to drawings, Younger!Asha playing in the Hamlet

Playin' in the sun

Then that night came and crushed my dreams

A shooting Star flying into her house

I told them that the day would come

Young!Asha sobbing over Sakina and Tómas’ bodies

So I must wait my time

Young Asha with Magnus now, seeing a magic book labeled “Bringing Your Ohana Back”

You tell me, "Be nice, play fair"

Jumping off the pages again

But if I want to bring back mine, yeah

Real life Asha singing

I can’t be close to you, I have to prepare

Turns back to Magnus

'Cause you’re growing in my heart

There's no way you're not sowing

A new dream that I have to stop growin'

My wish is to not be apart

Singing over the light drawings as the room starts fading in again

But that means your heart breaking

Looking fondly at the light doodle of Magnus going back to being just ink

I can’t tell you my wish worth making… 🎵

Asha sighs, then turns back to Magnus. “I told you. I want to be a sorcerer. Just like you.”

She gives him her best Princess Smile™️. Luckily, Magnus seems to buy it.

“Fine. I’m letting you off the hook for now!” Magnus smirks. “But I’m getting it out of you somehow. Maybe during the Wishing Festival?”

Asha freezes.

“Will you be joining us this year?” Magnus asks softly.

Asha doesn’t respond.

“Asha?”

“Thanks for the talk, Mag. I’ll be in my room.”

Asha walks out of the room without a second glance.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Asha doesn't head to her room.

No, while in the wish room, Asha had a different idea on how to make Grumpy eat his words.

Magic.

Now, Asha wasn't magic. She didn't study the textbooks during those years growing up. But she knew which books taught you magic.

Including the special books that Magnus kept locked up in the cellar. His secret cellar. The one thing that remained untouched by the Stars that destroyed the previous kingdom.

Rosas was built on its foundations. Literally and figuratively. Magnus used a spellbook from the cellar to create the barrier around Rosas that kept Stars out. Surely Asha could use that spellbook to give herself magic a bit prematurely.

"This isn't to prove anything," Asha explains to Valentino. "This is just for me to get to my goal faster. Seeing Grumpy's happiness get crushed is just a bonus."

Valentino gave her a look.

"Come on, fluffy. Surely you'll want to know what they're like," Asha reasons.

“Baaaaaa.”

"Agreed. Let's hurry," Asha says.

She ducks under her adoptive father’s desk as he walks past, murmuring something about protection. She waits until he leaves, then crawls out and heads towards a lever on the wall.

Magnus had told her that was the one thing off-limits in his office. To never touch or pull it. He made her promise.

Asha pulls the lever. There's a shift, and then a click. The spiral pattern on the stone floor starts to move, and Asha watches as it opens up to a staircase, candles lighting them up like this ⬇️

"Here we go," Asha murmurs. "Come on, baby."

Valentino shakes his head. “Behhhhhh!”

“Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Asha promises. “You be my lookout, okay?”

“Behhhhhhh!” Valentino bleats worriedly. (You’re right Anny, this is peak dialogue)

Asha kisses his forehead and descends down the stairs. The flames cast eerie shadows on the walls.

Asha shudders and presses on.

At the bottom of the staircase is a hallway, prison cells lining the walls. At the end is a door that leads to a large library. In the center of the room, on a pedestal covered in a glass case, lies the spellbook.

It’s old and leather bound, with an orobourus wrapping around two eyes (a sparkle shape and an oval). Five points stick out of the snake, forming the shape of…

A Star.

It’s… not what Asha remembered.

Asha studies the glass cover. There’s swirly designs of… dragonflies? Curiously, she reaches out, her finger brushing the glass.

There’s a zap, and the insects burst out of the glass.

Asha shrieks and starts swatting at the bugs diving at her. A sudden, sharp pain bites her hands.

THOSE WERE DEFINITELY NOT DRAGONFLIES!

Asha spews out curses as more red-hot needles stab into her skin, running around to avoid being stung.

Avispones!

Asha rips off her sash and slips off her outer dress, running from the hornets as she ties the end into a knot. She jumps around, catching bugs in her makeshift net.

Her hands and arms are covered in stings by the end of it. Asha covers her mouth and screams. What did she do to deserve this?

“Life is so unfair,” Asha mutters as she yanks off the glass cover and flips open the book. “Fire magic… rules of a genie… how to turn your household items into your servants?” Asha peers through the pages. “I’m not even going to ask.”

Finally. Asha stops on a page with moons and stars. “How to gain magic quickly and easily,” Asha reads. “‘Simply tear out this page and use it as a sorcerer’s hat. Then, harness the magic inside.’ Kind of vague.”

The page was still intact. Figured someone as powerful as Magnus wouldn’t need the assistance.

Asha tears out the page and curls it into a cone, placing it on top of her head. Immediately, the hat starts glowing and pulsing blue. A burst of magic explodes out of Asha’s fingertip and hits a broom leaning against the shelf.

Asha covers her mouth as the broom sprouts arms and starts sweeping.

“Ohmigosh. It works,” Asha breathes. “It works! It works!”

She does a little happy dance. “Take that! Boom, baby! Although I will have to find a way to pretty you up,” she says to the hat. “You’re sort of ugly right n— hey, watch it!”

The broom nearly ramms into her leg. Asha loses her balance, and another burst of magic shoots out of her hands. It ricochets around the room, and Asha yelps and ducks.

It shoots into the makeshift net housing the hornets, and Asha swears as she scrambles up and runs from the now free hornets.

“Get away! Stop it! Go away!” Asha shrieks as she runs, blasting more magic at the devils chasing her.

The broom kept on knocking things off shelves. More bouncing magic blasts crashed around the room as Asha kept missing her attackers.

That’s when one of Asha’s magic blasts hits the spellbook.

Even the hornets freeze.

Asha holds her breath.

…

…

…

BOOM!

Asha is thrown back. She cries out as her back crashes into the shelf.

She lands on shattered glass, the shards digging into her skin. Red fills her vision.

Red.

Fire.

Smoke.

Asha can’t breathe.

She can’t move.

She gasps for air. She’s running.

Run. Run where?

Up. Up is the way the Stars go.

No Stars.

Her vision blurs.

She’s running somewhere. She sees Stars.

No, those are statues.

Star?

Painting. Get it together.

The walls are crushing in. The walls are falling. Falling onto her.

She collapses somewhere. There’s something soft. It will suffocate her. Asha crashes against the floor, clutching her throat.

Her hands are burning now. She couldn’t care less.

She can’t breathe. There’s a ringing in her ears.

Suddenly, something suffocates her.

Heavy, heavy weight. Asha chokes.

The something is pulled off her, onto her legs.

There's a new weight over her legs. An anchor.

Her hand moves on its own. Soft, something soft. But not bad soft.

Asha gasps in, and she can breathe. She drinks up the air greedily, trying to get as much oxygen as possible.

There's a soft bleat.

Fluffy. Asha is petting something fluffy.

Slowly, she regains awareness of her surroundings. She’s in her room. She’s against her bed.

She’s safe.

“Behhhhhh,” Valentino bleats.

Asha gasps in another breath. She inhales deeply, then lets it out.

Valentino had pulled down her blanket and laid his head on her legs. He was her anchor, her air.

Asha takes in another shaky breath.

"Thank you, baby," she whispers.

Valentino nuzzles his head against her leg.

They stay like that for a while.

Author’s notes

Idk how I feel about this one??? Feels a bit fast but oh well. This is the inciting incident, like how movie!Asha’s was her interview with Magnifico.

Ajskahdkajskjas this is not really paced out like @annymation’s KOW fic (go check it out! It’s finished, it’s beautiful, it’s a homage to Disney’s 100th!) but oh well. I’m being stabbed in the stomach by cramps so I’ll edit it later.

The first three or four chapters will come out quick because I’ve already written the majority of them (to plot the temporality paused comic), so after that expect a bit of a delay.

As you can probably tell, I took a lot of inspiration from Puss’s panic attack from The Last Wish. As someone with frequent panic attacks, I really really appreciate how they showed the muffled surroundings, the “can’t catch your breath” feeling, and the helplessness. Valentino in the movie could’ve been nonexistent and it pretty much would’ve played out the same. TFS!Val, however… he’s a therapy animal for Asha. That weight, grounding you but still allowing you to finish your panicked thoughts… for me personally I don’t like “focusing on the moment” because the moment is usually terrible. My dog resting on my legs gives me something to come back to, like an anchor.

Love you Teddy Bear <3

I want to point out something. Yes, you do forget your wish once you give it to Magnus for safekeeping. But Magnus remembers them. He keeps them safe. Plus, he’s “powerful enough that no Star can influence him”

Yeah. If anyone has any comments about how I write Asha’s panic attack, please please let me know! Her PTSD is something that’s integral to the story’s plot, so I would really appreciate some feedback. I drew from my own experiences, but of course this does not apply to everyone and if there’s a way you feel I can improve, I promise I will not be offended.

Thanks for reading! <3

#the fallen star au #disney wish #wish 2023 #asha x star #star x asha #human star #starsha #princess asha #asha #the fallen star fic #Spotify

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I'm Still Here - Chapter Five

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

In late 60s Meade, you’re married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper you’re the perfect couple – the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your life…so why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Strong violence, mild violence/threat towards pregnant woman, gun violence, knife violence.

This is the final chapter, I hope you've enjoyed! As always I appreciate reblogs and comments. This was a bit different for me and I enjoyed exploring it.

Wordcount: 3.5k

You could hear the men downstairs, roaming around and picking things up, calling out your name. Lee let you use your real first name after you married him. After all, nobody would find you with Bodecker as your last name, and nobody knew who Honeybee really was, so there was no risk. It was Lee’s idea; he was very clear that you shouldn’t lose all of your previous self in order to make room for the new you. He still liked to call you Honey, a little nod to how you met.

You felt rage brimming within as they used your first name, as they moved around your house and pawed at your things. How dare they? Your name wasn’t for their mouths, your belongings not for their eyes. The audacity to come into your home, the first real home you’d ever had, shared with the man you loved (and soon shared with your child), and sullying it with their voices, their presence, their grubby hands. Your heart pinched as you briefly wondered what they’d done to Lee…if they had hurt him…if he was even still al-

…But you couldn’t think about him right now. You needed to concentrate on you and baby. There would be time for him later.

Your finger squeezed the trigger of the shotgun.

These men were not going to take away what you’d fought your entire life for. Yes, it wasn’t all smooth sailing right now, but it could be fixed. It could all be fixed. You could see that now, finally it was clear. This wasn’t their call to make. You didn’t know yet what they’d taken from you…but if it was Lee? Well. If you couldn’t save him, you would avenge him.

“You take upstairs, I’ll do the kitchen and the garage” you heard one of them say as they hovered at the foot of the staircase.

This was it. You had been flitting between strategies since you had pulled out the gun. You had considered fleeing, but you weren’t exactly agile in your current condition. Plus, most of the neighbours weren’t around, so where would you go? Even if you called the station, which wasn’t likely as the men would hear you first and corner you by the phone, the police wouldn’t get here in time anyway. Your only choice was to go on the offensive.

Them separating was good, much easier to take on one armed man than two. The question was whether you went in guns blazing (literally) and took out goon number one, knowing the sound would send goon number two straight up the stairs right to you. Or maybe you needed to dispatch goon number one more quietly, as not to alert suspicion of goon number two and retain the element of surprise. But a shotgun wasn’t exactly a subtle shot, even with a silencer. And there was more of a guarantee you’d take him out quickly if loudly, rather than with a quieter, more discreet method. The last thing you needed was two of them coming for you at once, especially if one is wounded and pissed about it. Lord knows you’d dealt with that enough times in the past to know it was best to avoid.

The careful footsteps up the stairs and then along the hallway meant the decision was made for you. You stayed perfectly still as he drew closer; he called out your name and you gave your stomach a final cursory rub as you watched the doorknob slowly rotate…

The door gently rolled open, and you could pinpoint the moment he saw you, his features pinging across his face in a look of surprise as his fist tightened around the pistol in his right hand.

“Mrs-”

But it was too late. You fired, your feet squatting apart to keep your balance from the inevitable recoil. It was much louder than you remembered it being, but maybe it just sounded that way in the cosy enclave of the spare bedroom. The noise thundered in your ears and the stench of gunpowder and heat hit your nose as you bounced backwards slightly.

You watched his expression change for a split second as he realised what was happening, but it was over quickly as the blood and tissue enveloped his fear. His heavy frame slumped to the floor with a sickening thud and just as quickly as he’d arrived, he was face down on the plush cream carpet. You were grateful not to see the full grisly aftermath of your handiwork.

“I promised I’d never do this again, but you left me no choice” you whispered regretfully to him as you pumped the weapon once more. But of course, he couldn’t hear you.

You toed the pistol out of his closed fist and kicked it under the dresser. It wasn’t like he was going to suddenly get up and start firing – but you could never be too careful.

You held the shotgun back up and tensed your ears through the slight ringing to try and make out the sounds in the rest of the house. The fact that his buddy hadn’t run up the stairs, or even called out to check on his friend, worried you. He was either a big rookie at this and was somewhere in the house cowering, or worst-case scenario – he was more experienced than that and was being more cautious than his departed pal as he waited to make his move.

You stayed where you were for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house. Nothing stood out. You could hear the low hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the distant song of a bird outside, but little else. The optimist in you hoped he had fled, but you would’ve heard the front door. After some time had passed, you took a couple of steps backwards while keeping your eyes on the door. You quickly glanced out of the window. Their van was still parked up out front. No sign of anyone outside.

You moved forward again, back to your post in front of the fallen man. If you glanced quickly you might think he was praying at your feet. The adrenaline was pumping hard as you steadied your breathing and kept the gun raised. You looked out into the hallway once more, seeing only the wedding photo of you and Lee affixed to the wall across from the doorway. You smiled. You both looked so happy.

And you had been happy. It had been difficult to transition to this new life, to give up thieving and fighting for pot roasts and furniture polish. To play your new role, to be a ‘normal’ wife, smile in the right places and pretend your mother had taught you to cook and clean and sew like everyone else’s had. There was an unspoken code all the other wives seemed to know that you could barely scratch the surface of. Every fibre of your being screamed that you didn’t belong.

However, falling for Lee had not been difficult. No. It was the easiest thing in the world. You supposed you were already halfway there long before his strange proposal in the woodshed that day. Part of you had always known. You imagined you would’ve found each other no matter which path you took. It was easy and effortless. It was the one thing you didn’t have to fake. There was no artifice in that wedding day smile. You’re not sure why he took a chance on you, but you were glad he did. You had cherished every moment with him. Every late-night conversation. Every handhold as you strolled in public. Every reassuring hand pressed onto your lower back when he knew you were feeling overwhelmed. Every groan in your ear as he slipped inside of you, every caress, every hungry kiss, every sweet embrace. The safest place in the world was in his arms when the two of you drifted off to sleep. He has saved you and given you a new start, and while it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, you were grateful. You wanted to make him proud.

And this was no exception.

Time passed and there was still no movement from the missing man. You were both in a stand-off, waiting the other out. It continued. The silence almost mocking.

After more time had passed (it felt like hours) you decided to take the bull by the horns and finish this. You would no longer be cornered in your home; you would tackle this how the Cypress gang used to. Finish it. For baby. For Lee. For you.

You took a deep breath and stepped carefully over the man’s body and out into the hallway, the shotgun raised, and your muscles clenched. You peered out tentatively. Nobody either side. Feeling emboldened you took another step forward.

Before you had time to plan your next move, the shotgun was unceremoniously yanked from behind, leaving your hands and tumbling you to the floor. Fuck. You looked up to a dark-haired man standing over you, the gun barrel pointing between your eyes. He was clenching his teeth in anger.

“You fucking bitch…” he growled.

He must’ve been hiding out in another room and waited until your guard was down. You should’ve caught that. Clearly, you were a little rusty.

“You’re gonna pay for that you whore” he snarled at you as he squinted over at the other man.

He sighed. “I’m sorry Bobo…” he muttered as he shook his head at the crumpled figure.

“Please…I-”

“Shut up” he barked, crashing the gun against your forehead. “You got lucky with your husband’s gun, but it won’t happen again”.

“Lee…Where…where is he?” you asked, your voice hoarse with fear.

“He’s alive” the man muttered. “Unfortunately.”

You thought you might throw up with the relief that flooded you. He was okay. Probably roughed up but okay. All the more reason to keep going.

“Please sir…I’m pregn-” you began to plead but he held up his hand and signalled for you to stop.

“I know. I’m not blind, sweetheart” he sighed, almost a hint of regret in his tone. “This isn’t personal, all right? Your fatass husband got you into this mess. I’m sorry”.

“You don’t have to do this…” you said quietly.

“I do” he sighed again. “I need to show Sheriff Bodecker who is in charge here”.

“What…what are you going to do to me? To us…?” you rubbed your stomach.

“Just get downstairs” he snapped. “Do what I say, and I’ll go as easy as I can”.

You nodded, your mind going a million miles an hour. Could you run? Try grab the gun off him? Scream?

“I’m going to stand up, alright?” you offered coyly, raising your hands to show you weren’t a threat.

He nodded and you slowly got to your feet. The little fall fortunately hadn’t been too rough. You were okay. Baby was okay.

All this man knew about you was that you were Lee’s little wife. He thought you got lucky with ‘Bobo’ or whoever that was. Don’t give him any reason to doubt that. Back in the gang, you used a similar routine all the time, all doe-eyed and flustered. Men always underestimated you. They simply could not fathom that you were anything less than meek and scared.

“P-please sir…” you mumbled tearfully, shaking a little.

Underestimating your enemy was the worst mistake you could make. He would soon learn that lesson.

He gestured you to go down the stairs and you cautiously descended, moving slowly. He followed close behind, the shotgun looming between your shoulder blades. He was muttering and cursing, clearly improvising all of this after unexpectedly losing his employee.

He led you to the living room when he told you to stop. Keeping the gun pointed on you, he rested it on his shoulder briefly as he used his free hand to dig around in a knapsack on the floor that he must’ve stashed when they came in earlier. You saw rope and duct tape spill out from the opening. You stood there, trembling.

Or he thought you were trembling, at least.

He pulled out a polaroid camera.

“First…I need to take a few ‘before’ pictures for the good Sheriff…” he murmured. “Really tell the story, y’know”.

Fumbling with the camera meant he lost his hold on the gun for a second. Knowing you might not get another chance; you seized the opportunity.

It all happened in slow motion.

You leapt over towards him and grabbed the shotgun barrel with one hand, punching his head away with the other. He was stronger than you, but the shock had thrown him. He managed to yank the handle and the trigger and fired, but your grappling with the barrel meant the bullet fired into the ceiling. You screamed into his face as he tried to pump the gun and reload, but you continued to wrestle the barrel away. He grunted with surprise but quickly regained his composure as he went to his pocket, and you knew he must’ve had a handgun there, just like his friend did.

In the ensuing tussle the two of you fell to the ground. He was on top of you as he cursed at you and went purple with rage, but you screamed right back at him. He pulled the handgun from his pocket with his free hand, and you grabbed at his wrist, trying to push it away.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bitch” he hissed between a clenched jaw as he raised the gun.

You slammed your hand down as hard as you could into his windpipe and as he choked and spluttered you retrieved Lee’s knife from your brassiere. You pulled it from its sheath and plunged it deep into his neck, twisting it to ensure it took. With your free hand you smacked the gun from his grasp as he moved his fingers to the knife handle. His eyes went wide as he fell forward, and you used the opportunity to roll away from underneath him as he hit the living room carpet, then pulled the gun away and unloaded it. He watched you in disbelief as he bled, stunned at what had just unfolded. You’d seen that look on men before.

“Yeah. Not what you expected, huh?” you taunted.

Panting and rubbing your belly you wiped the sweat from your brow as you took a second to recover. Baby kicked back in silent reciprocation. You noticed the blood on your hands and ruined dress. Just then, the man began to groan. He slowly moved himself up to his knees and began to crawl slowly towards the door.

You were overcome with rage as you sat up and sped towards him. Before you knew it you had pulled the knife from his neck, causing him to collapse as the blood poured.

“Motherfucker…coming into MY HOME. Hurting MY BABY. MY HUSBAND…” you screamed, punctuating your words with vicious strikes into his back.

He groaned and wheezed and begged as you continued to stab him, your anger a red cloud whipping you into a frenzy you couldn’t control. All your pent-up rage about what they’d tried to do, how they’d threatened you and baby, and Lee. Nearly losing Lee. And every bit of anger you had held onto – the injustice of the world, the unfair start you’d had in it, everything you’d either lost or never had as your own in the first place. How hard it was to slip into the shoes of a normal person because you’d never truly had the opportunity to try. Honeybee wasn’t dead after all, she was right here, and she would never fully leave.

Finally, exhausted, you dropped the knife and slid onto your back, panting. You cringed at the sight of the living room, crimson and stained with death, worlds away from the classically curated yet cosy space it was just a few minutes before. You panted, and just laid there.

*

Lee pulled the cruiser into the driveway so fast he knocked the mailbox over, crumpling it beneath his front tyre. Neighbours peeked through the curtains in horror as the Sheriff jumped from his car and high-tailed it across his front yard, shouting his wife’s name. He kicked through the front door, his voice booming with both anger and panic.

“Lee?” you called out from the living room, snapped out of your haze.

“Honey…” he yelled as he soared towards you. His eyes bulged at the sight of Leroy’s back torn to ribbons.

You reached for him, and he grabbed you and pulled you close, holding you so tight it almost hurt. You gasped at his black eye and the bruises on his face as you traced them carefully with your finger.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he repeated in your ear like a prayer as he kissed your temple and kissed your face and tenderly held you.

“Are you alright? Is baby alright?” he asked desperately.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. We’re okay” you cooed against his forehead as you kissed him back.

You told him it was okay, and that you’d taken care of it. You told him he needed to stop the shady shit and he promised he would, and he swore on the baby’s life between peppering desperate kisses all over your face.

He took a second to go and tell the peering neighbours it was okay, to stay outside and asked them to call the station as his wife had been the victim of a home invasion. Then he came back and pulled you away from Leroy and into the kitchen where he kissed you long and he kissed you hard, feeling every inch of your body as if he couldn’t believe you were here.

“I’ve missed you Lee” you finally said.

“I’ve missed you too, Honey” he sighed. “I know I’ve been distant…I guess I’m scared”.

“I’m scared too, Lee” you sniffed. “I know I haven’t exactly been present either…this is a lot for me too. But don’t shut me out, okay? We need to do this together”.

He nodded.

“I’m gonna be better…I promise”.

He held a tentative hand out to your stomach, moving it slowly towards you. You took it and gently placed it on your belly. He gasped as his fingers made contact with the swell.

“Our little baby…in there” he smiled.

You smiled back. “Sure is”.

As if on cue, the baby kicked back against his hand, causing Lee to chuckle in disbelief. His eyes brimmed with tears as your heart sang, this was what you wanted. Finally.

“Strong little thing…just like mama” he laughed.

You grinned back. “And daddy”.

His expression darkened. “I’m sorry…you had to do that. Like this. And alone. It must’ve brought back some tough memories…”

You sighed. “It’s okay. They were bad guys. They were going to hurt me and baby. They’d hurt you. I did what I had to do. I know I said I’d never do it again…but I had to”.

He nodded again, his fingers stroking at the blood soaked into your dress. “I’ll fix it for ya Honey. Alright? Home invasion. Pregnant woman. Leroy and Bobo were known to be involved in organised crime, they put a hit out on the Sheriff’s wife. It’s open and shut. Don’t worry about none of it. I’ll clean it up good and you shouldn’t even need to go to court”.

He pondered for a second. “Gonna be tricky to explain the multiple stab wounds in the back though...”

“Pregnancy hormones” you giggled.

Lee rolled his eyes and laughed with you. “I told them they’d die in this house…They just didn’t expect it would be because of you”.

“Yeah…that was unlucky for them” you snorted.

You both just stood there for a little while, both grateful to have the privilege of being together in this moment in time.

“I’m sorry Lee…another mess of mine for you to clean up…”

“Oh Hell, I like cleaning up your messes. Keeps me busy, outta trouble…” he smiled.

He tenderly held your chin between his fingers and looked into your eyes.

“I can’t believe I nearly lost you” he said gravely, shaking his head.

“Well, you didn’”t.

“I know…but I coulda”.

“Lee…” you said softly. “It’s gonna take more than two thugs with guns to get rid of me, you know that…You’re stuck with me.”

You smiled at your joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he just looked sullen.

“Sometimes I worry…that I’ve put a bird in a cage, here” he told you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “Maybe you’re stuck with me”.

“No…no. You saved me, Lee” you whispered. “I’m not a prisoner here. I’m your wife”.

He smiled. And you smiled. And you knew it would all be okay, now. You both found your way back to each other once more. You weren’t a caged bird at all, you were free. Truly free for the first time in your life.

“I love you, Honeybee”.

“I love you too, Sheriff Bodecker”.

THE END

#lee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #im still here fic

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#i experience an emense amount of guilt ovet not being able to focus on work. go into the lab and run into a lab mate and hes like #u leave Thursday? why tf r u here? and that makes me feel a lil better lol #ive just being data entering all day. that takes so fucking long. and then helping an undergrad #exept my code was out of date so i was like welp i can only get u this far bc i did not write this code. i do not work with the #supercomputer on a regular enough basis. and i gave my 30 days notice today so ill be working remotely until the 18th #i probably should have done it way before but like ive still got so much to do i might as well get paid for doing it #the undergrad was like id probably work to the end bc i feel lost when im not working and i was like. bro. im so fucking brunt out that ppl #around me r like yo r u ok? theres a thing as too much work. dont cross that line. snd ill still probably work to the end bc i dont wanna #have to do it on top of other shit. but god. in a few days i never have to go back in that building again #sometimes having to be in that lab would make me feel physically ill i thibk just bc i have so much stress associated with standing at that #lab bench but woof i will not miss it. its not great. the ppl r nice but like the institution kinda sucks. but i probably #wasnt the best fit for the school. i only cane out here for my advisor and on that front i have no regrets #god im so tired tho. just make it Thursday already so my parents can b helping me move >~< lets fucking goooooo #srry for not posting much drawing wise. i prob wont b able to for a while as i transition across the country lol #also. a note to myself. i should get a proper sketchbook so i can actually draw out ideas and store them in a place. that would b convenient #god. its so hot 😖 let me leave #unrelated

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

#wiw asks #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john price #simon riley #john mactavish #kyle garrick #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw3 #call of duty #modern warfare 3 #female reader

[valleydoli]

𐙚 Ao3 Fics I’ve read and love 𐙚

𐙚 infidelity by @tawus (completed)

gojo x fem reader

Your marriage to Gojo Satoru lost its initial excitement, since your husband spent all his time either at Jujutsu Tech or on exorcism missions across the world. To ease your loneliness, you picked up your favorite pastime from your student years — clubbing — behind his back. Too bad that on Satoru’s most recent mission he spots his wife dancing in a nightclub with a bunch of guys in the skimpiest dress he has ever seen on her…

𐙚 desert rose by @sadistic-kiss (on going)

all jjk men x fem reader 😭

Toji Fushiguro finds you during one of his hitman jobs. With no idea what to do with you he decides to bring you home to his house of misfits. They weren’t picture perfect but neither were you.

𐙚 mascara by @/softstellars (on going)

geto x fem reader

You've never been a particularly good person, you're self-aware enough to know it. It's your only flaw, and recently you've actually been working to better yourself. For example: paying for a 30-dollar Uber so you can take your friend home only for her to ditch you for some guy when it comes down to it. Although you’re pissed, you decide to try and make the best of it instead of get into a screaming match with her. It's an easy thing to do when Getou Suguru is offering you everything to do just that. Everything a party entails: liquor, weed, and sex with a perfect stranger. And Getou knows perfectly well you have a boyfriend, so it's not like he'll want anything serious.

𐙚 a pearl by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

The Fushiguros needed a nanny, and the pay was too good to not apply, especially since your family needed financial help. You were the perfect nanny for the kids, they loved you as if you were their own mother. Slowly, you built up the perfect relationship with the family. Especially with Mr. Fushiguro. A man who would constantly visit you after dark. A man who you thought had sincere intentions but at the end of the day didn't care about you. A selfish man who just saw you as a tool to make his wife mad. A man who didn't care about you but didn't want you with anyone else. A man that took away your ability to know what a healthy relationship was. You couldn't speak up about it since all the fault would fall at your feet and would be deemed as the "homewrecker".

𐙚 you, my angel and my saint by @lemonlover1110 (completed and posted on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

sequel to a pearl!

After having an affair with your boss, you're left to deal with the consequences, those being: two exhausting new jobs and a child. A child that he never got to know the existence of. Now all you had to do was keep her hidden, which should be an easy task, right?

𐙚 rings by @/bungeemum (on going)

toji x fem reader

you divorced the man in front of you for a reason. so why was he standing on your doorstep, guilt plastered on his face, and eyes glinting with hope?

𐙚 a dangerous game by @/anaoyuo (completed)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

Both men agreed to a game about who fucks you first, but they didn't play their cards right. Gojo and Geto changed the course of the game when they decided to keep you around for way longer than intended, making you fall for their sweet way to deprave you, and now you have to face the consequences in a gamble that they call their life.

𐙚 fate’s gamble by @/anaoyuo (on going)

gojo x fem reader

geto x fem reader

sequel to a dangerous game

缘分— a story about predestined affinity, set in a world where the intoxicating thrills of wealth intertwine with amorality.

𐙚 him & i by @pharixden (on going)

gojo x fem reader

toji x fem reader

sukuna x fem reader

A cheating husband, a widowed bodyguard and a malevolent fling of the past who owes a favour isn’t a combination for the faint of heart, but not every girl is a damsel in distress.

𐙚 changes by @lemonlover1110 (on going also on tumblr!)

gojo x fem reader

From childhood friends to lovers to mere strangers. Your love story with Satoru Gojo was one from a fairy tail, until it wasn't. When you were twenty-one, Satoru left you without an explanation. Five years later, you meet again but nothing is quite the same. Too many things need to be explained, especially the fact that there's another Gojo that Satoru has yet to meet.

𐙚 the man in apartment 381 by @lemonlover1110 (completed also on tumblr!)

toji x fem reader

Looking for a new beginning after the death of your husband, you move away from town. That's when you meet him, Toji Fushiguro, a widower with a three-year-old son. You two understand each other, which draws you close. Except you two don't realize that feelings would eventually develop, and neither of you want that. Feelings are the last thing you two want after finding out the great damage that they can cause. When you two discover this, it's too late.

𐙚 4th avenue viewing by @/softstellars (completed)

nanami x fem reader

Nanami Kento is intelligent, serious, reserved and can easily catch someone in a lie. It's his job to do just that, he's renowned for it. So when he comes to your university to offer up an internship, it's quite the opportunity. Anyone would jump at the chance, except for you. But no, you just had to be the one caught in a lie.

𐙚 forgotten souls by @/killerpoultry & @/bebobopobo (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

You and Sukuna have been married for years. Even though he is brash, mean, and sadistic, you love him more than anything. While he may not show it much, he truly loves you too. One day you get into a terrible car accident and lose all your memories. You learn to live once more while Sukuna must now get you to fall in love with him all over again.

𐙚 love kills by @/sourome (on going)

i actually don’t know 😭 i think toji x fem reader

The wealthy and successful Zenin family, well respected and seemingly perfect. But all that glitters is not gold. Toji Zenin, CEO and face of the Zenin Group acts like a gentleman but is a vile creature that has ruined many lives, such as yours. That married man dared to play with your mother’s heart many years ago, destroying her sanity and her life and ultimately killing her. Now years later and being all grown up you decide to seek revenge, he deserves to suffer that same destiny and die of love. With the help of a few friends you plan to become a part of his life and his every thought but you didn't take into account his son, that man had the potential to turn your plans upside down.

𐙚 the black swan by @uselesslydamaged (completed)

sukuna x fem reader

Loving someone is easy, but experiencing it is harder.

𐙚 bodyguard by @/succybuss (on going)

toji x fem reader

Your Grandfather, a man involved in unsavory businesses that has taken you under his wing, has informed you that you will be under the care of a full-time Bodyguard. Unhappy with your grandfather's decision, you decide to go out for a night of drinking for your last night of freedom. There, you encounter a man you planned on taking home, but life had other plans in store for you...

𐙚 violet lights by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

In which you're at a party that you should've skipped when you capture the attention of a boy who looks like an angel and grins like the devil. He looks beautiful in the neon lights, and maybe you just want to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, but trouble with a tongue ring does sound like fun, just for tonight. What's the worst that could happen, you know?

𐙚 starboy by @septembersummer (completed)

gojo x fem reader

sequel to violet lights

After your ex-boyfriend gets arrested on national television, you find yourself realizing that you really didn’t know much at all about Gojo Satoru. Well, he’s better known in the Yakuza as The Six Eyes, not that he ever told you that.

𐙚 sweet little lies by @/mooglepaws (on going)

toji x fem reader

Megumi Fushiguro is the perfect Fiancé. Caring, loyal, successful, devastatingly handsome and crazy in love with you. So how and why do you end up fucking his Dad? As your wedding looms and the consequences of your affair unfold, you have to make a choice between the Fushiguro men.

This is a Toji x Reader x Megumi but the smut is almost exclusively Toji x Reader focusing on their affair.

𐙚 the twist of a knife by @darkcat23 (on going)

gojo x fem reader

This world is dull, colourless in your eyes. You are just trying to keep going with your life, not bothering anyone, trying to support your mother and yourself. So what happens when you agree to help your ex one night? And what if you catch the attention of a certain white haired assassin? And he shows you just how colourful this world truly is. or, a story of a girl with a violent mind and a boy with violent tendencies, finding each other, intertwining, and feeding off one another. perhaps it is fate that has brought them together. or perhaps it's something more sinister, something more cold.

𐙚 untameable waves by @/circedemedici

(unknown i guess hopefully i can let you know)

has been taken down i dont know if it’ll come back but if it does i’ll link it! but i’m leaving it here because it was most definitely my favourite :(

please let me know any other fics you’ve read because i love reading fics with a LOT of plot and also let me know if you end up reading any and you enjoy them as much as i did! :3

i think i used every tag known to man LOL 𐙚

#modern sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #dilf toji #toji zenin #satoru gojo smut #satoru smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk sukuna #jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jjk x black reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #kento nanami smut #kento nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami x you

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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[inkskinned]

it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

#spilled ink #writeblr #pos #recovery #my brain is like - don't trust it!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! we can't be wrong again!!!!!! #and im like. what if the sorrow is the thing that's wrong though. #what if this - this!!!!! - is the truth