#has no clue how much he’s writing 💚)

[khaosrealms]

Im literally vibrating in my chair please a part two of that Syzoth fic please I need them interacting more ♥️♥️

LACERTA’S GEM. (PART TWO!) / SYZOTH X PRINCESS! READER.

a/n: it brings me nothing but joy to know you enjoyed the first part! i am happy to please— so of course, here is your part two! 💚

- After your second encounter with Syzoth, it wasn’t long until you made acquaintance with one another soon after. Returning to the stage, chin held high and hands tucked behind you with excitement, only to see your dear sister Kitana on the floor and Tanya engaged in kombat with the very man you’d just let go. Thinking nothing of the possibility that this might be the reason for his flighty disposition. Your heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach as you ran to your older sister’s side, inspecting for newfound bruises or cuts. But nothing— dull hits, nothing but enough to deter her from continuing a fight. Whatever it was Syzoth was doing, it wasn’t in the name of hurting your family.

- From that point onwards, it was all about picking the pieces of whatever the hell was going on. Betrayal from General Shao and Shang Tsung, allyship with mortals from Earthrealm, and— the small increments of time you’d begun to find with Syzoth. Assisting where the battle might require you; during the silent period before the execution of a plan, that’s where he spoke most with you. Hesitantly, at first, for you were positive he believed you held some ire for him that day at the festival stage. Ashamed, from the way he spoke to the way he’d bent his head.

“Princess, if I may?” You never enjoyed it, that fervent necessity those who knew of your place in Outworld had to being near your presence. If I may, with all due respect, if you’ll excuse me, even here, far from your mother’s court, overseeing what would soon be a battlefield, that courtesy did not leave. So you do not answer, rather, you wait— and slowly, you can see the hesitation drip in and drip out from Syzoth’s disposition. Carrying him to a seat a slight ways beside you. Hands folded between his thighs, holding words between his lips that remain knotted there before finally releasing; an undertone of hesitation throughout. “Am I disrupting your peace?” You almost want to chuckle, if it didn’t seem it’d rattle the Zaterran beyond your desire.

“You are not.” Short, to tug him towards continuing, and enough to make his shoulders loosen. “I’m simply thinking, Syzoth. Why do you ask?” You’d spend a majority of the time from the days since avoiding his gaze, not of wrath, but almost— out of hesitation. Hesitation to accept his role in all this, hesitation, knowing the man who your mother, the Empress, took council from was the very man who enslaved him. “I’m afraid I may have soiled what.. little fate you had of me when we had met, that day of the festival.” Ah yes, that day. How could you have possibly forgotten? The day a shapeshifting Zaterran nearly conquered Outworld itself. He can’t help but shift when you chuckle at his words, nervous, perhaps— but less so when you turn to look at him, finally, and a small smile sits there on your lips.

“You had your reasons, Syzoth, I know of that now. And my dear sister forgives you, so why too shouldn’t I?” You wouldn’t admit that there’s a part of you that stirs when Syzoth finally allows himself to smile. A swirling of something warm in your chest as he breathes a sigh of relief, the dark circles beneath his eyes creasing with his grin. “That brings me more solace than you could imagine, Princess.” And to you, as well, simply seeing how much the assurance placed him at ease. “Perhaps then, we could.. speak to one another? Pass the time?”

- You’d discover more and more of Syzoth as the time continued to pass. His life as a Zaterran, his isolation due to his abilities, his family, now lost, the simple pleasures he enjoy in life, and him, of you. Your life as the youngest daughter of Empress Sindel, the isolation due to your royal status, your family, forever by your side. Opposite reflections of one another, a kind of magnetism in knowing just how different you were from one another. And even though your sister Mileena had teased you, asking if you’d planned to make a Zeterran a part of the royal lineage, you continued to make his company. Waiting, during the moments of silence, for Syzoth to appear. At times, in his true form, where you’d request time to admire, and at times, in his shifted form, where you’d find yourself chuckling at the true parts of him that’d peek through to his human body.

- When the titan Shang Tsung is defeated, there’s a peace that finally falls over Outerworld. Like a taut rubber band being reeled back. The first person you celebrate with, barring your own blood, is Syzoth. Looking for him, perhaps without even realizing, amongst the crowd of those who had remained; and there he was, looking back at you, relief painted in his eyes like two emeralds. You hadn’t planned on hugging him when you raced to him, but fueled purely with adrenaline, you embrace him, ignoring the gazes of those watching with quiet shock. His hands stuck to his side before they find themselves wrapped around your waist, clutching, as if it had been years since another soul dared hold him. Better you ignore the sound of Johnny cooing tediously.

“Are you alright, Syzoth?” “I am unhurt, Princess. And you?” “A few bruises, but nothing I cannot withstand.” He smelled of blood and sweat, and his face, caked in dirt, flushed a dark, leafy green. You’d never met a man who’d blushed with such a hue. You never would meet anyone again like Syzoth, and the thought made your heart thump anxiously in your chest. Even as you parted, clearing your throat as you returned your hands to yourself. “What will you do now, now that you are free again?” The thought seems to paralyze him. A fugitive of Outworld, a freak to his people, perhaps he hadn’t thought of anything but simply making it through the battle alive. “I do not know, Princess. Truthfully.” He muttered, hands clasped in front of him. Tensing, flexing, as if somehow the answer would squeeze out from between his fingers.

Instead, you offer. Your hand gently resting atop his, colder than you’d expected, but stiff no longer. “I’m sure my sister Mileena would be delighted to have you amongst her confidants as the new Empress.” There again, that glimmer of hope in his eyes, and there once more, that warmth, bubbling in your chest. You cannot help but smile at the sight of it. “I can be very convincing when it comes to the things I want.” Of him being apart of her court, of course, but it doesn’t stop the true intentions behind your words from slipping past. A rush of red splayed over your cheeks that Syzoth notices with ease. Greeted by his own visage, hints of green coming to his ears. “An enticing offer, Princess.” Sly Zaterran. “Enticing enough to say yes?” You’d be crushed if the answer was anything but. Yet, with simply one look, Syzoth’s smile is enough to tell you his answer. “The first Zaterran among the Empress’ court. It certainly would be something, wouldn’t it?”

#syzoth #mortal kombat x reader #syzoth x princess! reader #mk1 imagine #x reader #mk1 headcanons #reptile x reader #khaosrealms #y’all got me out here writing novels!!!! #(disclaimer: this dude is on mobile and #has no clue how much he’s writing 💚) #please enjoy! #my requests are open and ready for anything #and anything y’all wanna toss my way!

[legacygirlingreen]

Topic: Sebastian and Solomon Sallow HCs

TW: mild discussion of abuse

It’s been almost a year in the fandom and I love seeing people continue to expand on the headcanon and lore surrounding these characters. The discussion of Solomon and his abusive tendencies comes up a lot towards his nephew. Beyond just the verbal - which we get a mild glance at paired with the elements told by Sebastian - one might can infer there’s more to the story.

Some people have proposed Sebastian possibly living in that shack (I can’t remember who exactly plus please feel free to tag and I’ll add them). Discussions of how physical the abuse is have happened in many locations.

As for why I love the HC of Solomon (forcibly) cutting Sebastian’s hair stems from the importance of hair in the time the game exists. Hair was an important aspect of home making - specifically with mothers to their children and fathers teaching their sons how to groom. Lack of parental figures that care can lead to those who seek to harm - thus why it makes sense in my brain for Solomon to do this.

Hair also played an important role between lovers - with things like hair locks being gifted by both genders to the other and rising to the use of lockets to hold locks of hair in a way to always keep that person close to your heart.

Sebastian frequently is shown in cut scenes scratching the back of his neck nervously, and while some people have the nervous tick of biting their nails this often one we see for him.

Solomon forcing unwanted appearances onto his nephew truly seems within the realm of possibility in my mind, especially when you consider the time period, the fact it truly looks so uneven in the game and he stays at a baseline upset with Solomon.

On the flip side Solomon could be seeing this as a means to help with comfortability during hot summers despite not enjoying the task. As far as Victorian standards go it was a task usually reserved for the woman of the house until a certain age. We don’t get any clues on if he had children of his own and suddenly going from a bachelor auror to having to take care of your brother’s children likely wasn’t a light adjustment. His frustration at the situation at times might’ve come out towards those kids, putting stops to things he might’ve found difficult to watch his brother allow when the Sallow’s were alive.

I could speak at length about this topic of how their relationship might’ve grown more and more strained with time but I digress.

Almost one year ago I wrote a fic expressing a possible way in which Solomon might’ve pushed that boundary of abusive behavior with his nephew is in aggressively cutting his hair . This lead me down a rabbit hole of jumping back in fandom. those who have stuck around since March of 2023 for the ride with over 250k words of Sebastian content across my main fic, mini fic and one shots : thank you💚

In the spirit of this I would LOVE to hear any further ideas on this head cannon so if you have some please feel free to comment, dm or put it in my ask box! I love hearing your theories! Especially when it comes to the interesting relationship between Solomon and Sebastian.

Since then it’s been wonderful to watch this head canon grow:

@writing-intheundercroft has furthered it by suggesting that the reason it looks so terrible is sheep shears - which utterly cracks me up in ways I cannot express !

@mrsbrookemunson also wrote a one shot tackling the same concepts and you can find it here:

And if you’re interested in my work it’s here:

Anywho, this is a simple reminder that we can all share a lot of the same ideas and also expand on them in ways that bring us together as a collective and not divide. I’ve seen so much hate, accusatory behavior in the HL fandom the last few months and it’s growing tiresome. I love seeing how we can all share our thoughts and bring new and developing ideas to the same characters, creating our own lore which expands beyond the canon.

Again, I look forward to hearing others chime off on their thoughts on the matter. I know a lot of people have opinions of Solomon so please let me know 🤣

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #hogwarts legacy fandom #solomon sallow #discussion #head canon

[ohcaptains]

You should be so so proud of yourself, oh my goodness!! I started following your works a little before you hit 2k, and to get the privilege to see how much you've grown, how much you've done, and the absolute art you capture in your writing has been astronomical. You deserve this and more, I hope you take some time to treat yourself and truly acknowledge how talented you are! Thank you for sharing your gifts with us 💚

If you're still taking requests by the time I send this (hopefully you're not too overwhelmed with submissions) could I ask for something involving Carmy? I absolutely adored the pieces you wrote about him and how you were able to grasp how complex he is. 💕 I've had a bunch of thoughts involving him and face-riding, overestimation, or squirting because a friend of mine and I were talking about how his need for perfection and drive to push the limits in the kitchen might carry over to the bedroom and I would love to see your take on it! If this isn't something that interests you, I would love to see any thoughts you have to share on his character!

Whether you choose write it or not, I hope you took the time to read this just to know how appreciated you are.💚

Congratulations again! You deserve the world *mwah* 😊

okay noah fence but this message was so lovely. thank you, angel. I'm so incredibly grateful that you're still here. I hope I've done your request justice<3

Carmen. Carmen was an enigma that you wanted to figure out. Now and then, he’d give you some clues. An inch of the truth, and you’d cling to it, desperately hugging it, until it would reveal something else. One of those things was the admission that he was a perfectionist, and that perfectionist quality bled into all things.

“Carmy,” you whisper, the tone of it high pitch and cracking. Pushed from the back of your throat, finally managing to get the word out. You pair the word with your fingers tightening in his curls, the blonde/brown mop of his between your thighs. That, plus the push of your hips, arching into his mouth, feet shoved into the mattress, trying to get him closer, trying to get him to stop – not sure which one you want.

He's been at this for hours. Well, minutes. Feels like hours. But 3 times was a good endpoint. Four? Now that was being greedy. You guess that’s another thing you can put to him – Carmen was greedy. Well, greedy when it came to you. The thought makes your skin heat and makes you all gooey inside. Then, his big, bumpy nose is nudging at your clit, and you’re gasping, the sound a strangled, shocked sob.

“Carmy!” you repeat, louder, this time. He doesn’t answer, though. Too busy taking his time – too busy pushing his tongue into your hole, and dragging it upwards, between your wet, puffy slit, then circling it around your clit. You jolt, clutching his hair tighter. Clutching the duvet, too, to keep you to this plane of existence.

“Fuck – okay, okay, okay, okay,” you breathe, trying to self-soothe. The grumble of what sounds like Carmen laughing echoes through you. “Asshole,” you spit, and he laughs louder, now. Fumbles about and gets onto his knees.

“Jesus.” You watch the whole thing, thankful that you’ve got some reprieve, but this is worse, somehow. Better, even, as he braces his arms around your hips and lifts you, ass coming off of the bed, your fingers scrambling for something to hold onto before he’s back where he started – blue, bright blue eyes alight as he works you over with his tongue and sweet, pink lips.

“Think you’re—fuck, m’god –” your eyes roll back, and you forget what you were about to say. Something about being too good at something, but the thought goes to purgatory as heat pushes at the back of your clit, again. This time, though, it’s hotter and heavier. Tight, your body tense as it readies itself for something else.

“I’m – Carmen.”

You’ve lost your thought again.

He speaks, words muffled by the wet of your cunt. “Don’t be silly, I’m carmen.” “Shut up.” “Mm, mean,” he mumbles, glancing at you for a brief second. A second too long, really, when you see his lips and cheeks glistening with you. “Don’t know why I like you so much.” “’ cause I let you eat me out for hours.” He hums a laugh, “it hasn’t been hours. We’d be on number 10 now if it had been hours.”

You note how he says we. Note that he’s counting. “Can’t take ten, can barely take four.” “Guess we’re about to find out, huh.” “Please be—” you take a deep breath, cunt clenching together and mouth falling open. A loud, unkept moan comes out, and Jesus, If you were watching Carmen, you’d come right there. His face goes red. Beams with accomplishment.

“Please let me do this forever.” “Okay,” you gasp, not hearing him, but your fourth orgasm is gunning for you, threatening to take you under and never release. You fumble for his hair. “Okay,” you repeat, brain blanking, going to goo as he pushes his pointer finger at your swollen hole. Pushes inside, and you’re clenching around him, tight and unyielding.

“Please lemme come,” you sob, looking down at him with pleading eyes. Mouth open, tongue coming out, burning all over. You bump your pussy against his mouth, the scene so hot and desperate that you swear it’s not happening to you. But it feels all so real. Real, as Carmen sucks your clit into his mouth, and pushes his finger deep inside of you, in, and out, rolling and you don’t have time to warn him.

Hits you, and it’s wet and hot, spreading over his mouth and cheeks and god, soaks his chin, too. Carmen licks you clean. Groans and mumbles through the whole thing, and you swear, somewhere in there, you hear a thank you.

#carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmne berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto drabble #blurb night october 22

[smallestapplin]

I’m a sucker for festivals and the summer festivals are no different. The food, the games, the fireworks, and the time spent with your partner/who ever you go with.

How would going to a festival with The twins and N go? [no clue if you do write N or not- I’m just a simp for his new Alt in masters lol]

-holding twins anon

I do write for N! So you’re in luck!

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🔲Ingo🔲

- Going with Ingo is always so romantic. He’s an attentive man and goes all out for outfits for you two.

- You two will be matching in some type of way, he melts seeing you dressed up. He thinks the world of you.

- He rarely lets go of your hand the entire time, claiming he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd. And while true, that’s only half of it.

- Ingo LOVES the games! Even when going to Nimbasa city’s amusement park, he was never one for the rides like his brother.

- He’s a master at ring tosses and darts.

- He’s winning you ever plushie or inflatable your eyes linger on.

- If you win him something he cherishes it, it’s staying right on his night stand on his side of the bed. He loves it.

- By the end of the night both you and Ingo are carrying several giant plushies, small plushies, and all those fun festival toys.

- Ingo is having the night of his life.

- He fusses over you as you let out muffled giggles, your face a mess from the food.

- But he can’t help but feel his heart racing.

- He adore you, especially looking so happy and content.

- You two find a nice, quiet spot to watch the fireworks. Sitting in the grass, surrounded by all the things you two have collected over the night.

- Ingo loves the lights flashing in the sky, the dazzling colors and fun shapes always capture his attention

- But he can’t tear his eyes away from you.

- The lights flashing across your face, your smile and sparkling eyes have him weak.

- His face burns red when you catch him staring at you.

- He’s so sorry! You’re just so lovely!

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🔳Emmet🔳

- Oh he’s so excited! He’s been looking forward to this for a month!

- One of few times he wakes up early, happily.

- Emmet makes sure you dress comfy, cause it’s going to be a long day! He’ll make sure of it.

- He’s practically dragging you everywhere, checking out all the vendors, buying so many food items, trying everything out.

- His ecstatic grin is contagious, rubbing off on you the entire time.

- Much like his brother, he’s winning you plushies, unlike his twin however, he’s winning you the entire thing.

- He’s not stopping until his hands and tote bags are too full of gifts!

- If you win him something, you’re going to be wrapped up in a bear hug, and smothered with kisses. His darling is so sweet! He’s showing it off no matter what.

- He’s face is just as messy as yours with how much food he’s shoveling into his mouth. But he thinks it’s cute, you better be ready for his sugary kisses!

- He finds you two the perfect view of the fireworks, right on a nice hill top.

- The second the show starts, he’s grabbing your arm, pointing out all the shapes and colors, and just how pretty they are! How cute!

- “But not nearly as you! Yup!”

- He takes this as the perfect time to cuddle you.

- He loves festivals, especially when he gets to enjoy them with you.

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💚N💚

- he’s so nervous about this.

- Of course he’d love to go! But crowds make him a little uncomfortable.

- But with you there, holding his hand and happily talking to him, he finds himself relaxing.

- You drag him along, taking him to vendors of your interest and ones you’d think he likes.

- He’s a little skittish about talking to the vendors, until one item catches his eye and you can only laugh as he has a full conversation with them.

- You bought the item for him, a hand carved Zoroark mask to match his outfit.

- He’s so happy about it. Now matching your pace instead of hiding behind you.

- N obviously perks up, slowly coming to enjoy the night.

- He tries his best to win you prizes, but he’s not very good at the games, but he does win you a small Sylveon plushie! He was determined to get it!…cause it evolves with love…and he loves you.

- Though when you win him something, his face lights up, a heavy blush coating his cheeks as he holds the plush close, burying his face into it.

- You two find a more hidden and quiet spot to watch the fireworks.

- You two have your elbows locked together, sitting on a secluded hill top, watching the light show.

- N is so torn between looking at you and looking at the fireworks exploding in the air.

- His long green hair nearly smacking you in the face repeatedly, with how fast he was moving his head.

- He couldn’t help it! He wants to look at you! The lights dancing across your face, eyes shining in the bright lights.

- To looking at such a spectacular display, and watching it light up the night sky with such beautiful shapes and colors.

- Needless to say, he loves festivals now, he wants to go to more with you in the future.

#holding twins anon #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon n #pokemon n x reader #submas #submas x reader #pokemon headcanons

[nicoline1998enilocin]

So my request would be for ransom.

Male reader (23) bratty soft dom top to a stuck up needy bottom Ransom (26)

Reader graduated art school for illustration but has been just living art life as a ceramics teacher when gets a call from his family about the arranged marriage between him and ransom that was signed over from both their parents when they were kids. For readers family is also another publishing house mainly for graphic novels etc.

Reader and Ransom meet up at thrombes after many years bickering about how they don’t wanna be married. They have rings they have to wear as fiancés before the wedding and cnat have outside relationships.(ransom pissed about that)

Reader goes back to work. Ransoms shows up one late evening as reader is cleaning up and gets on readers nerves and then turns spicy 🥵

They have to go to another dinner at thrombey and reader defends ransom against his drysdale and thrombeey family. Ransom likes that and is falling hard for the reader but ignores it for it’s an arrange marriage and such

But as per the contract have to live together feelings bubble up during a fight and ransom confesses to the reader and runs away cuz he doesn’t know how to deal but reader returns feelings and stuff! Idk I’m not good at writing!!

But yeah!! Love how u write sub ransom!! -⚡️⚡️⚡️

A special bond

PAIRING | Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft Dom!Male!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.2K

SUMMARY | You're forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only Ransom Drysdale, even though neither of you likes the other. After being forced to be close to one another, the tension keeps rising, and it all takes a steamy turn once one of you finally snaps and gives into their feelings.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Angst, arranged marriage to lovers, swearing, smut [ Sub!Ransom, Soft Dom!Reader, Oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, implied vanilla sex, unprotected anal sex (wrap it before you tap it!), implied aftercare ].

A/N | Thank you for this fantastic request, sweet Nonnie! This will be my first time writing for a male! reader, so I hope I can do it justice. I had lots of fun exploring more of our favorite Sub!Ransom, so I hope you will enjoy the route I chose for this fic 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

The last bell of the day just went off, and it's time to clean your classroom before going home for the weekend. You've planned to have a leisurely weekend at home, work on some of your digital art, or read a book or two.

Just when your mind wanders to one of the books waiting for you at home, your phone rings in your back pocket, so you put down some of the clay you were about to put away and fish it out, sighing as you see who's calling you.

''What?!'' you spit out at the phone, already annoyed about her calling you. She never calls with any good news, and you have a clue this time would be the same.

''Hello to you too,'' she starts, and you let out a sigh at her comment.

''Tell me what's going on, or I'll hang up,'' you say, but she cuts you off mid-sentence.

''You're coming to dinner at the Thrombey household tomorrow, and you can not say no. Be there at 8 PM, and don't be late,'' she says before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Your heart starts beating faster at the thought of going over there, and you don't like what's probably going on. You drop your phone on your desk and continue cleaning up, reviews of tomorrow taking over your mind.

Tomorrow evening has come way too soon for your liking, and now you're getting ready after your shower, your beard neatly trimmed before putting on your outfit for dinner at the Thrombeys.

As much as you hate your Mom, you would never go against her demanding you be somewhere, having learned that years ago, you do as she says, just to be gone soon after it starts.

When you're ready, you grab your keys and phone before heading out the door and towards your car. When you get in, you close your eyes tightly and hold onto your steering wheel a little too hard to keep yourself calm before driving; you don't want to end up in an accident.

On your drive to the Thrombey estate, you keep thinking about why you ever said no to that job on the other side of the world; that way, you would have to deal with any of these people, especially not your Mom.

When you arrive at the estate, you see a car you didn't want to see, Ransom's Beemer. After a sigh, you put your car in park and put on your jacket before stepping into the cold air outside, ready to walk into the lion's den.

You walk up to the front door and ring the bell, waiting to be walking into literal hell. It doesn't surprise you when the devil herself opens the door, either.

''Hello, Linda,'' you say with faux politeness.

She lets you in after a sigh, barely acknowledging your existence, and you prefer keeping it that way. After taking off your coat and walking into the dining room, you're greeted by Harlan Thrombey, Linda, Richard Drysdale, their son Ransom, and your parents.

After greeting everyone except Ransom, you sit at the table and avoid his gaze. The two of you were the best friends growing up, but after a huge fight, you were never the same and have never seen each other since.

While dinner is served, Linda decides to cut right to the chase, and when she does, you nearly spit out your food all over the table.

''You-'' Linda points at you, and then to Ransom, ''-are getting married later this year,'' she says, and that's all you hear before everything blacks out, and you've fainted.

In the meantime, Ransom has been arguing about not wanting to get married to you - or at all, for that matter - which only made you feel worse by the time you've gotten back into consciousness.

''I'm not fucking marrying him, you are out of your minds!'' Ransom yells at both your parents by the time you're back, and that comment does sting a little. It's not like you were planning on getting married, but that's beside the point.

''D-Do we have any say in this?'' you say, finally back on earth with a pounding headache.

''No, it's all been dealt with, and from now on, both of you are in an exclusive relationship, or I guess I should say you two are officially engaged. That means not fucking everything that moves, Ransom,'' Linda says with a pointed tone.

Ransom's not happy with that, though you have less of a problem. Regardless, it's not like you were in a relationship or getting laid regularly.

The rest of the evening goes by quickly, and most of it goes over your head. All you know is that you'll have to marry the man you've had a huge falling out with, which will happen in less than a few months.

''Thank you for coming, darling. I can't wait to see you on your wedding day,'' your Mom says with a fake smile, and you give one back that's just as fake, trying to keep up appearances.

Today's the day you're officially marrying Ransom, and even though you're very nervous, there's a small part inside of you that's also excited.

If it wasn't for the fact that this is arranged and you have zero say in anything, you would be looking forward to this day, but you don't.

So here you are, in front of the wedding aisle, guests seated, looking at the man you'll be married to in less than a few minutes. His eyes look both angry and... desperate. That can't be right, you think to yourself, and you almost miss the moment you have to say, 'I do.'

''Do you take Hugh Ransom Drysdale to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor, and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?''

''I do,'' you say almost breathless, the realization sinking in that you're about to seal your wedding to your husband with a kiss, one that you have thought many times but were sure would never happen.

Faith can be funny sometimes. And a little cruel, too. But it's mostly funny.

''I now pronounce you two married!'' the officiant says before stepping aside, ensuring he's not in the way of your and Ransom's first kiss. As you take a deep breath, you step closer, and your hand moves to Ransom's waist.

Before you can fully move to him and meet in the middle, Ransom crashes his lips onto yours, knocking the air out of your lungs before you kiss him back; this surprises you.

Despite the surprise, you kiss him back with just as much, if not more, vigor now that you have gotten a taste, and you're immediately addicted, already chasing his lips when he pulls away.

''Let's get out of here,'' you say, and Ransom nods as if a switch inside him was flipped, and you could see it in his eyes. You've seen that look before in some other men, but seeing it in your husband's eyes have you chubbing up in your pants. Ransom is a sub.

You two rush to the suite where you had gotten ready before the wedding, and you quickly close the door behind you as you push Ransom against it.

Your lips immediately find each other again, and you can feel yourself getting even harder now, your dick straining painfully against the zipper of your pants, but you ignore it for now. All you want now is to make Ransom feel good so he can make you feel even better.

Soft moans leave Ransom's lips as you kiss your way down his jaw and neck as you take off his jacket, untie his tie, and unbutton his shirt to expose his beautiful chest to you.

''You look so good, Baby. Are you going to let Daddy make you feel so good?'' you ask, and Ransom's eyes gloss over at the thought, and all he can do is nod slowly.

''Words,'' you demand, and Ransom feels himself getting harder at the demand, his submissive side feeling even better now. And it's not that he doesn't want to talk, but it feels like his whole body is on fire with pure lust, his brain has gone fuzzy from pleasure, and his throat feels filled with cotton balls.

Yet, he manages to squeak out a small yes at your demand, and you reward him with lots of praise and soft kisses on your way down, leaving a kiss between every praise, not leaving a single inch of his chest and stomach untouched.

''You're doing so well for me, listening to me. You're being such a good boy for me, Baby,'' you tell him until you have found your spot on the floor, and your hands are unzipping Ransom's pants and pulling them down to uncover his rigid member.

And when it does, your eyes almost pop out of your head from the surprise because Ransom's a lot bigger than you had anticipated, but you're determined to take every last inch of him in your mouth.

''Holy fuck...'' you whisper before wrapping your hand around his length and slowly moving up and down, earning yourself a bit of pre-cum that leaks from his tip, and you gladly lick it up.

Ransom's head falls back against the door you pushed him against with a loud thud and a groan at the feeling of your hand and mouth on him, and he almost can't take it. Almost. Because on your way down, you told him he's not allowed to cum without permission, and he wants to be your good boy so badly.

To surprise him, you take him into your mouth without warning, and the sound he makes ensures you're fully hard as well at this point, so you open your pants and take yourself out, giving your cock a few leisurely strokes.

The groans you let out at the feeling of him in your mouth are slowly creeping up Ransom's spine, his hands in fists on the side of his body to not make himself cum yet.

You slowly work more of him into your mouth until you take him altogether, thankful for your lack of gag reflex now. You stay like this for a few long seconds before pulling off him and giving Ransom his last order.

''Fuck my throat until you cum for me, Baby. And let Daddy hear how good he makes you feel,'' you say before wrapping your lips around him again, and Ransom does as you tell him, chasing his orgasm as you suck him.

The moans and groans from Ransom are almost pornographic, but it feels so fucking good. Before you know it, you're cumming with a loud cry, too, your cum spurting out in long spurts over the tiles in the room, followed closely by Ransom shooting his into your throat, letting you swallow it all.

''Good boy,'' is the last you say before cleaning him up and ensuring he's come down from his high enough to get back to the party because the two of you are supposed to cut the cake, but you were nowhere to be found.

Ever since the wedding, Ransom hasn't changed a single bit, and he's still stuck up as ever, but now you're living together with his ass too. And that's gained you more fights than you could have ever thought.

But this evening, something felt different. Usually, when Ransom would be late, he would always let you know, but this time he didn't. And even though you don't want to admit it to yourself, you're worried.

You grab your phone again and call Ransom, but to no avail; he needs to pick up. Not even 5 minutes later, you hear the front door open, and Ransom walks in, acting like nothing was happening like you didn't call him three times to see if he's okay. Like he didn't have you worried to death about him.

''Where the fuck have you been?'' you spit out as soon as he walks into the kitchen.

''Why the fuck do you care? It's not like we like each other, so fuck off,'' Ransom spat back at you, but he knows he crossed a line. Despite this, he keeps walking, your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.

''I care because you're my husband, Ransom. You may not like it, but you're still my husband; we're still married. I thought something had happened to you!'' you say with a raise of your voice, which has Ransom stopping in his tracks.

Despite all your fights over the littlest things, tonight is the first time you've raised your voice at him. And it has the effect you had hoped it would have because he turns around and looks at you mournfully.

''Are you seriously pouting at me? You are fucking unbelievable, Ransom. You know what? I think I'm going to have to punish you for it. Maybe that way you'll learn some actual human decency,'' you say dryly, but Ransom shakes his head.

''Did you forget who's talking here? I believe I am in charge, and you are supposed to listen to me. Get your ass upstairs and get ready in the position. You're not allowed to touch yourself tonight, and you will have to wait until I get there even to move as much as a single muscle,'' you order, and off he goes.

You sigh as you finish the dishes and put the leftovers you saved for Ransom into the fridge. You may be angry at him, but you're not inhumane. He'll have to eat later.

Ransom's been sitting in the bedroom for half an hour, and his knees are starting to hurt, but it gives him an excellent chance to think about what he did. And he did just that, so when you walk into the bedroom with only your boxer briefs still on, he looks up at you with an expectant look.

''Don't look so happy, Ransom. This isn't your punishment yet,'' you tell him, and you can't help but smile at how you see his eyes roam over your chest and abdomen to the tent you've pitched in your underwear.

As much as Ransom gets on your nerves, you still get off on the dynamic the two of you have. Ransom is the needy and subby bottom, insatiable at the best times. You are the equally needy but very giving Dom. This makes every fight worth it because you know you two have nothing but respect for the other person in these moments.

Though Ransom has a funny way of showing it.

''Have you thought about what you did?'' you ask, your voice dropping a little deeper on purpose, which has the desired effect as you see the chill going down Ransom's spine. He's almost where you want him; he needs one last push.

''Y-Yes, Daddy,'' he croaks out, and you slowly walk over to where he's sitting on the bed on his knees, his arms behind his back and his dick soft between his legs. Perfect.

''And?''

''I was h-home late and didn't t-tell you I w-would be,'' he says, a tear escaping and softly trailing down his face. You climb onto the bed and crawl your way to Ransom, grabbing his face softly in your hands, and you bring his forehead to your lips to calm him down.

''I-I'm so s-sorry, Daddy,'' he hiccups through his tears, and you know he is sorry. Seeing this side of him always made you feel a little bad for him, and you don't want him to sink into it too deep, so you pull him into your chest, ignoring all your needs right now and just calming him down.

''Sshhh, I know you are, Baby. It's okay, you're being a good boy for me right now,'' you assure him, and you wrap his hands around your waist as well, pulling him as close as you possibly can while whispering sweet words to him, and he's feeling better.

You pull away and look at him before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

''Do you want to continue with your punishment right now? If not, we will do it when you're in a better headspace,'' you say, and Ransom shakes his head. He doesn't want to continue right now.

''It's okay, come on. Let's lay down and cuddle for a bit, and then we can get some dinner in you,'' you say, but Ransom doesn't budge.

''Want you...'' he says, and this time, he looks into your eyes with pure desire. His eyes are red from crying, and his cheeks are flushed, which gives him an almost innocent look, and you feel a fire deep inside you burning for him.

Feelings you're not ready to give into. It's an arranged marriage; you shouldn't have feelings for this man, but it's getting harder to deny that you do.

Instead of the punishment, you guided Ransom slowly onto his back while giving him lots of kisses, and your lips met in a passionate, love-filled kiss that seemed to go on forever, but it was precisely what the two of you needed now.

The rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in one another, having slow vanilla sex, and it is the first time the two of you are spending your time like this.

Both of you are entirely spent at the end of the evening, and you wouldn't want it any other way. When you two were done, you took a shower together and reheated dinner for Ransom before sitting on the couch and watching TV together.

You both went to bed at the same time and shared more soft kisses and lots of cuddles and suddenly, it felt like this marriage thing might not be so bad after all. If only you could stay in this bubble forever.

''Are you ready to go? We have dinner, remember?'' you tell Ransom, and he walks into the bedroom after getting dressed; you put on your outfit as well.

''How can I forget if you mention it every fucking second of every day?!'' Ransom says as he throws his hands up in the air. Usually, you would have reprimanded him, but he's under much stress due to this dinner, so you let it slide for now.

''Right, I'm ready to go,'' you say after fixing your hair and beard one last time, and you walk out the front door to your car, followed closely by Ransom.

''No, we're taking my car. I'm not getting in that beemer of yours,'' you sigh as you unlock your car, and Ransom sighs, so you send him a pointed look.

''Don't even think about it, Ransom. We don't have time,'' you say, and he gets into the passenger seat of your car without another word. It's quite a long drive, and after a while, you let your hand rest on Ransom's thigh without thinking about it, but Ransom tenses under your touch.

''Oh, fuck,'' you say, and you pull back, but Ransom grabs hold of your wrist and places it back on his thigh without saying a word, and he looks out the window. You can't help but let a small smile escape your lips.

Ransom runs out of your car and into the house when you arrive. He got painfully hard from your hand being so close to where he needed you the most, and he needs some relief.

''What do you think you're doing?'' you ask as you open the bathroom door, and Ransom immediately stops his actions and gets bright red at the fact that he got caught.

''C'mere, let me help you. Want to have Daddy make you feel so good?'' you ask, and Ransom nods shyly. You sink on your knees and take him into your mouth immediately, and it doesn't take long for Ransom to cum in your throat, making you swallow it all.

''Good boy,'' you say before stuffing him back into his pants and heading for dinner.

''W-What about-''

''Later. Now it's time for dinner,'' you say, and Ransom nods before following you into the dining room, where most of his family is already seated.

The conversation landed on the two of you quickly, and you answered every question without missing a beat, glancing over at Ransom repeatedly.

It isn't until Richard makes one more rude comment under his breath about the two of you that you completely snap, and a sea of emotions comes out in a steady stream.

''What is your fucking problem?! You can talk to us like normal humans if you have a problem with me and Ransom. And besides, it is because of you that ensured we're in this to begin with. We have never done anything wrong; we're just living the life that you forced upon us, so you should leave us the fuck alone. Asshole!''

With those words, you storm out of the dining room and hear Ransom say something to them as well, but you're too far away to what exactly.

You run outside and into your car, needing to escape everyone for a while. You can't look at them, and especially not your husband, so you decide to take a drive. Despite running after you as fast as he can, Ransom can only watch as you drive without him.

After about 30 minutes of driving, you stop on the side of the road, and your emotions all come out; you hit the steering wheel, crying and screaming, anything to make yourself feel better, but nothing works.

''What the fuck did I do to deserve this?! I'm fucking married to a guy who hates me, I have a shitty job, and I can't even talk to anyone without feeling like I'm out of place,'' you yell against nothing, and it feels good to finally get those feelings out, even though they're only followed by more tears.

You're ripped from your thoughts when you receive a call from Ransom, but you don't answer the first time. Immediately, he calls again, and this time, you do answer.

''The fuck do you want, Ransom? Can't you leave me alone?'' you sigh as you wipe your tears, but hearing his voice only worsens it. The small fire inside you has become a complete sea of flames, and you can't hide your feelings anymore. But neither can Ransom.

''No, I can't. And you know why? Because I fucking love you. I didn't want to admit it since we're forced into this, but I love you, okay? And I need you to come home because it's fucking unbearable without you here,'' Ransom sighs, and you can't help but laugh.

''The fuck are you laughing at?'' Ransom spits over the phone, but you can't help but laugh uncontrollably because you finally know you feel the same as he does.

''I fucking love you, Ransom. I have for years, even before the fucking fight that tore us apart. So yeah, that's why I agreed to this marriage with you. But it feels so fucking good to tell you I love you, Ransom. I always have, and I promise you every single day from now on just how much,'' you say before driving back to the Thrombey estate and picking him up.

When you finally arrived home, you two were all over each other immediately. They had the most passionate session of sex you've ever had together on the living room couch because neither of you could make it to the bedroom.

''F-fuck, still so tight for me, Baby,'' you whisper in Ransom's ear as you push in after working him open for the most significant part of an hour, drinking in every moan slipping past his lips.

''Such a perfect boy for Daddy, gonna let Daddy use your hole like the fucktoy you are, huh?'' you say with a mischievous grin on his face, and all Ransom can do is nod in agreement while you slowly push in further, groaning at the feeling of him clenching down on you as you stroke his cock.

When you're fully in, you slowly start moving in and out, making Ransom arch his back off the couch and into you, only wanting to be close to you right now.

''D-Daddy!'' he screams out as you continuously thrust against his prostate, and you stroke him through his orgasm, his cum spurting out onto his stomach and chest before you lick it up and work your tongue into his mouth so he can taste himself in your mouth.

''Gonna cum for you, Baby. Fuck, take my cum!'' you groan as you chase your high, and you shoot every last drop deep into Ransom before collapsing on top of him, whispering sweet words to him as you both come down.

Afterward, you take a relaxing bath together, exchanging sweet words and lots of 'I love you ' kisses. Finally, it feels perfect, like you live the life you've always dreamt of.

That night, you fall asleep in your husband's arms, feeling like it's meant to be. Tonight is the first night of the rest of your lives together.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale x male reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale smut #sub!ransom drysdale #sub ransom drysdale #sub!ransom #sub ransom #d/s relationship

[branmer]

🧡💚🖤💖💕 for b5!

for this meme

sorry i took a wee bit to reply to these! but here we go! controversial opinions under cut >:)

🧡that the minbari soul stuff is real and should be taken at face value, which imo completely ignores several in-show details we get that indicate that the trilumanaries weren't detecting souls, but human dna. we even get this pretty much explained to us in atonement when it's explained that the triluminary glows for delenn because she's a child of valen and therefore descended from the jeffster himself. that's also why the triluminary glowed for other humans that were interrogated! not because it was picking up fragments of of valen's soul in them all, but because it was just picking up human dna! and ok, granted, i have no fucking clue how that works either re the triluminary somehow being an advanced scanner or the dna stuff lol, but b5 has plenty of examples of stuff where tech is simply so advanced it gets mistaken for or used as magic (the fucking technomages damn it). anyway i just. do not understand why people take the soul stuff at face value when the show itself LITERALLY DISPROVES IT. gOD

💚 i talked about neroon in my previous response so i will turn now to branmer. again this is a taking things at face value thing, but i really don't get it when people just assume delenn is totally correct that he didn't really want to be a warrior and was forced etc, especially since in that same convo she says stuff that contradict that! saying stuff like 'he believed in the rightness of the war' doesn't sound like a guy who felt bad about joining the fray, it sounds like he was very into it in fact! and then the fact that she gives that very uh, interestingly worded response when sinclair asks her how branmer felt about the surrender... anyway I just think that if branmer became a warrior it was because he wanted to and because he got some fulfillment in the role and i think a lot of what delenn says in that scene is her trying to assauge her guilt because she feels he wouldn't have become involved in the war if not for choices she made. i also like, really don't see what right she had to claim him for the religious caste when he had chosen the warrior caste. that sounds a lot like her attempting to invalidate a legit choice her friend made just because she didn't agree with it and is actually very uncool!

🖤same answer as before: delenn. i just think she is a much more morally complex and interesting character than she gets portrayed as by fandom and i think her characterisation from mid s4 onwards did her an immense diservice. i much prefer her more conflicted characterisation in earlier seasons, tho i will give s4 credit for rbl, an episode which straight up says 'delenn is actually very blinkered and prejudiced and lets this effect her perspective and her decisions in a not great way' but then concludes with lennier going 'and actually that's a good thing!' NO IT ISN'T LENNIER, and you need to have a proper talk with her about it!

💖i mean honestly i think it's probably that i have issues with the latter season's portrayal of delenn and sheridan as always righteous and correct and a total power couple girlbossing their way to glorious success. i think there are a lot of things that are quite effed up about the establishment of the interstellar alliance and how much power ends up consolidated in their hands with zero oversight. what's interesting is that i feel like s5 sort of attempted to criticise it with sheridan making many terrible decisions as president? but im not actually sure if that was deliberate and not just... bad writing on jms's part and him not realising he was making them do incredibly stupid things

💕i feel like all my ships are smaller ships that aren't super popular lol, probably the most popular is marcus/neroon. i put down neroon/sheridan last time for this one haha, but for the sake of a bit of change i will also say: any of my oc ships. i have many minbo ocs and i do love to ship them with each other haha

thank you for the ask <33333 sorry again i took a bit to reply

#the minbos

[hybridanafrost]

Hi Camy!

For the ship ask game I'd like to ask for Asta x Noelle and Jack x Lorena 💚😁

Hi Lola! 😁

I see you sent me some softballs.

Astelle - makes sense, compels me!

They are so cute together when Noelle isn't shooting Asta with her water magic. Overused gags aside, Asta makes the perfect emotional support himbo for Noelle. Asta is also super supportive of Noelle's character growth. Noelle and Asta have come a long way from how they started, and it makes total sense for them to end up together. If only Asta will hurry up and get a clue! I often joke that if they don't become endgame, then they'll at least have a platonic work wife/husband dynamic, and I live for that too!

Jarena - makes sense, compels me!

I'm biased, of course. 😏

I just find Jack so interesting as a character and feel like he could have been fleshed out more. Creating Lorena has helped me do that.

In canon, Jack is a man who is always smiling and itching to fight. He has a silly side to him and is competitive around Yami. He expects those under him to fall in line under the threat of being sliced by his magic. He has the capacity to be serious and hold the proper respect for those he admires, like Fuegoleon and Julius. He was the son of a hunter and loves cooking meat. I feel like taking all of that into account would be fun to bring into his dynamic with Lori.

Lorena is a butcher and a widowed mother of two. She's a hardworking business owner and understands being in a position of authority and the responsibility that brings. Lorena, much like Jack, was orphaned when she was too young to have a grimoire. She had to hustle to get to where she is now. So they can already connect and have common ground with that. Lorena has a warm and friendly disposition, but that does not make her a pushover in the slightest. She had to be tough to survive everything she's been through. Motherhood may carry a lot of softness, but it also brings ferocity! However, she isn't uptight or overly serious. She does have a sense of humor, and it can be rather morbid.

So Jack meets a stunning civilian woman who isn't intimidated by him in the slightest, knows her way around meat, and can laugh at his jokes? He could hear wedding bells on day 1.

The problem was that Lorena was a widow and not keen on getting married again. After all, she had her daughters and didn't want to bring in a man into her life that wasn't capable of handling them. They were a package deal. Getting to write Jack as the dad that stepped up is so fun. I can imagine he wouldn't be bad with kids as long as they have stuff in common to bond over. Agnes loves to cut things, and Abigail loves cooking. He and the family couldn't be more compatible. Seeing that he can grow so close to her daughters was all the reason she needed to marry him.

#black clover oc #black clover original character #lorena harlow #oc: lorena harlow #jarena #astelle #asta x noelle #ship ask game

[seidenbros]

Don't You (Forget About Me)

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Summary: “We need to see the Munson boy,” one of them said to the nurse at the desk. “You can’t. He’s in surgery.” “He has to be taken into custody as soon as he gets out. He’s a murderer.” “No, he’s not!” You yelled, pain giving way to rage, because it was easier to concentrate on that, because they were responsible for this whole situation as well. If they had stopped Jason and his friends from going on a hunt, you might not have ended up here like this. --- You manage to get out of the Upside Down, rushing Eddie to the hospital in hopes that they can help him, that they can save him. Through all of this, you're happy to have Steve by your side. Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 3918 Warning/Tags: major angst, canon-divergence (because y/n is part of season 4 now), canon-typical violence,,blood and injuries, fear and panic, call it a fix-it-fic in the end, angst with happy ending (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: This was an emotional rollercoaster for me and I'd wanted to make it longer, send them home, but after writing all this, I need to take a break and come back for the last chapter again to give them the ending they deserve.💚

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Part 1: Promises | Part 2: Should I Stay or Should I Go | Part 3: Rainbow in the Dark | Part 4: Holy Diver | Part 5: Bat out of Hell | Part 6: Don't You (Forget About Me)

You had no idea what happened next, everything was a blur. You heard the others around you, because Steve, Nancy and Robin had come back to you, needing to get back through the gate again. Their voices seemed so far away, like you were hearing them through cotton. The weight on your chest was pressing down, making it harder and harder for you to breathe, while your heart was racing, making your head spin.

“We have to hurry,” you could hear Steve say as he hoisted Eddie’s body up, his head leaving your lap, which made you look up at them through blurry eyes. You managed to wipe the tears away, but new ones were coming straight away.

“We need to leave,” Nancy’s soft voice was in her ear while she tried to help you up. Robin was taking care of Dustin, who was hobbling along, clinging onto her. “Come on, Eddie needs you.”

“What?” That made you snap to attention, your heart nearly giving out.

“He’s got a pulse. A very weak one, but it’s there. We need to hurry up.”

It still felt like you were in a dream, your body just working, doing what the others told you to do, because you were still in shock. At least your body wasn’t giving in, because you had a goal: Get Eddie out of here and get him to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Steve drove the caravan again, ignoring everything that was happening outside, which was a lot, but you didn’t even see it. Your eyes were focused on Eddie splayed out in front of you. The torn shirt and pants, the blood that was pretty much everywhere… Your hand on his wrist to keep checking for his pulse. You had no idea what the others were talking about, had no clue how much time had passed until someone appeared in front of you, some people from the hospital who were carrying Eddie outside and onto a stretcher to take him into the hospital as quickly as possible.

You were still in a trance-like state when Nancy took your hand, making you jump in the process.

“Sorry,” she apologised immediately. “They’re taking him into surgery. And we need to get you checked out as well.”

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and got up, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “This… it’s not my blood.” Apart from being in shock, you were fine, no harm done to your body as far as you could tell. “Dustin-”

“Dustin is already taken care of and so is Steve.” Before, there hadn’t been time for Steve to get his injuries checked out, but it was necessary to change his bandages professionally now.

“Okay… Okay.” You felt the tears well up again, but tried your best to keep them down, bottom lip still quivering, and the tears broke loose, when Nancy pulled you into a hug. You clung to her, arms wrapped tightly around her body, while you shook in her arms.

“It’s alright… He’ll make it.” Nancy firmly believed in it, because Eddie was a fighter. Dustin had told them why Eddie had gone back, why he’d cut the ties between the worlds, and she understood him. That didn’t mean that she thought that his behaviour had been a good idea. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air!”

You followed Nancy outside, only to be met with the next calamity when Erica stood in front of you, eyes puffy from crying. When you asked her what happened, she was barely able to speak, but she filled you in.

“Let’s get you inside. You’re freezing, Erica.” Nancy hugged her to her side, took your hand in hers and walked back into the building with you. Lucas was already waiting there in silence. They’d taken care of his injuries that he’d gotten from Jason, and when Erica sat next to him, he quietly wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his side.

You heard the commotion behind you and turned around, only to see the same stupid asshole officers enter that had questioned you at Rick’s house, and you knew why they were here.

“We need to see the Munson boy,” one of them said to the nurse at the desk.

“You can’t. He’s in surgery.”

“He has to be taken into custody as soon as he gets out. He’s a murderer.”

“No, he’s not!” You yelled, pain giving way to rage, because it was easier to concentrate on that, because they were responsible for this whole situation as well. If they had stopped Jason and his friends from going on a hunt, you might not have ended up here like this.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s right.” Lucas was by your side, swallowing hard, because it was difficult for him to speak. “Max was attacked and Eddie was nowhere in sight. You know who was there? Jason!” Jason, who had been torn in half. Jason who was responsible for Max’s injuries, because he’d attacked Lucas and had destroyed Max’s walkman, the one thing that could have saved her from Vecna. “Jason attacked me and Max.” Lucas pointed at his injuries, his lower lip wobbling from all the anger. That receded a little when he felt Erica take his hand.

“It’s true, I was there. Jason behaved like a maniac, so you better do your job and investigate that.” You nearly smiled at her words, because she was always so bold. Her words took the officers by surprise as well, and they retreated when Lucas and Erica’s parents arrived, taking their kids into their arms, glad that they were here, that they were in one piece.

Nancy’s parents and Dustin’s Mum arrived as well, followed by Robin’s Mother. Only Steve and you were left, but your great aunt wasn’t even home at the moment, and apart from her, there wasn’t really any family left in the area. As for Steve…

“They won’t come,” he told you without you having to ask. “And it’s better this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’d only tell me off for getting hurt and looking like this. They care more about what other people think than how I feel.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

“It’s alright. I’m used to it.”

But he shouldn’t be. Family should be there for you, but in this case, the people gathered here were Steve’s family. Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Eddie… you. Everyone. And he’d rather watch out for his found family than have his parents show up and make a scene.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you, making you press your lips together. It was hard to keep something from him, when he looked at you with such genuine concern.

“I… I don’t know.” The tears welled up again, replacing the words, because they showed Steve exactly what was going on with you. So, he wrapped his arms around you and just held you, allowing you to sob in his arms for as long as you needed it - which turned out to be until your legs nearly gave in from exhaustion. Steve led you to the chairs in the hall, a bit away from the others and sat you down.

“Close your eyes a little, get some rest, okay?” He wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you to his side so that you could use his shoulder as a pillow. “I’ll watch over you and wake you up as soon as we get news.”

“Okay…” Your voice was rough from crying so much, but you did as you were told, closed your eyes, and even managed to get some sleep.

You managed to fall asleep, not really surprising considering what had happened, how much you’d cried. At one point, Steve gently woke you up, shaking your shoulder to get you to open your eyes.

“Y/N, the doctor’s here,” Steve said quietly, making you snap to attention immediately.

“I can’t tell you anything if you’re not family, I’m sorry!” Eddie’s only family was uncle Wayne, and you didn’t know whether anyone had been able to get a hold of him yet. They probably hadn’t because otherwise, he’d be here.

“I…” you spoke up, trying to get up from where you were sitting, and Steve helped you, his hand on your elbow. You twisted the ring around your finger, remembering the vow you’d given each other years ago, the thing you’d always held onto in a way, even though you’d been miles apart, hadn’t even talked to each other. But being back here now, in Eddie’s presence, you knew that you needed him in your life to be happy, that you’d always needed him, but had just tried to push this away in order to go on with your life.”I’m his fiancee.” You held your hand up with the ring that matched Eddie’s. “His uncle is not here yet, and I don’t know if anybody’s reached him yet.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, but when he felt all eyes on him, he sighed.

“He’s out of surgery now, but he’s in intensive care. He’s lost a lot of blood, but he’s strong. It depends on how the next twenty-four hours go.”

“Can I… Can I see him?” You stepped forward, letting go of Steve’s hand that you’d been holding.

“Five minutes, okay? He needs his rest, and so do you.”

You knew that he was right, and you knew that you should probably go home and get changed, take a shower, but right now, you didn’t want to leave the hospital even for a second.

And so you nodded, before you followed the doctor. Your heart lodged in your throat when you saw Eddie. There were a couple of machines hooked up to him, monitoring him, and you didn’t know what else they were doing. It didn’t matter as long as they kept him alive. Carefully, you walked up to the bed, looked him over. His body wasn’t covered in blood anymore, but therefore, he had bandages everywhere. You didn’t know what was worse, but at least he was breathing, he was safe here, where nobody would hurt him anymore.

At first, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to touch him, but then you just did it, put your hand on top of his, relieved when you found it warm when you’d expected it to be cold somehow. He didn’t stir, though, he lay there almost lifeless, but you could see his chest rising and falling steadily which was a good sign.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Eddie,” you whispered, running your thumb over the back of his hand. “There’s still something you want to tell me, remember?” You had an idea what it was after he’d told Dustin that he loved him, but you hadn’t wanted to hear it back there, and now you clung onto this, to Eddie’s stubbornness, that he would pull through just to tell you what you hadn’t allowed him to say.

“I’m really sorry, but your five minutes are up. As soon as he’s out of intensive care, you can stay as long as you want, alright?”

Slowly, you nodded. It was giving you a little bit of hope, but your feet were still heavy as you walked back to the others.

“I want to see my boy!” You heard him even before you saw him, and Wayne’s voice already made you feel a sort of relief that you couldn’t describe.

“Uncle Wayne,” you mumbled, drawing his attention to you, and you did your best to keep the tears at bay.

“Y/N!” Two long strides and he wrapped you in his arms, held you close for a moment, before he held you at arm’s length to examine you. “What-”

“It’s not my blood,” you quickly said, because you didn’t want him to worry about you as well. The relief in his eyes only lasted for a moment. “It’s Eddie’s… but he’s… he’s okay I guess.” You couldn’t tell him that he was alright, because that would have been a lie. “He needs rest and he’s in intensive care. But he’s breathing, and they’re looking out for him.”

“They let you in his room?” It was curiosity that made him ask that, because normally, only family was allowed in these situations.

“Yeah I… kinda told him that we’re engaged.” A bashful little smile appeared on your lips when you said that, and it made Wayne mirror you, if only for a brief moment.

“Well, it’s not really a lie.” He smoothed down your hair before he kissed your forehead. “I mean, Eddie never forgot about you, Never took that ring off. And he never really had someone else in his life.”

“What?” Surprised, you looked at him, your heart leaping in your chest.

“Don’t look so surprised! You were and you are his first love, his best friend. Sure, there have been girls, but never anything serious. ‘Cause he always missed you.”

“I… missed him, too.” You bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying again.

“And you’re here now. Just don’t waste the opportunity you two have now.”

“I’m not planning on it.”

“Good… And now get home and get some rest. You certainly need it.”

“Uncle Wayne, I-”

“You know damn well that Eddie will rip my head off if he finds out that I didn’t look out for you.”

“Yeah… yeah you’re right.”

“Take the Harrington boy with you, alright? I’ll stay here and you come back after you got some sleep.”

“Alright…” You gave him a small smile before you turned around and walked over to Steve. “Come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” He looked up at you, visibly confused.

“To my great aunt’s house. I don’t want you to go home to your parents, and I can’t sleep alone at the moment. And Wayne told me to take you along with me.”

That made Steve smile, and he followed you out of the hospital. You used the caravan to get to your car that Steve had used after you’d given him the keys. Neither of you wanted to be seen in the caravan anymore, and it was easier to get around with your car.

Once in your aunt’s house - or rather your guest house - you took turns taking a shower. While Steve was showering, you put his clothes along with yours in the washing machine, gave him some of your clothes to wear, because you’d packed everything, including some old men’s shirts and boxers that you used to sleep in now and then, because they were comfortable.

You worked around each other in quiet, lay in the bed together, because you led Steve there. It was big enough and comfortable, and you both needed some sleep - and you knew that you wouldn’t fall asleep with someone there. You felt safe in Steve’s presence, and it took you a little time, but then you managed to fall asleep. Both of you.

—

The next day, you went back to the hospital as soon as you could, met up with Wayne, who told you that nothing had changed. Steve and you swapped places with him, sent him home to get some rest, get some food. His home right now was with Dustin and his Mum, because of the state the trailer was in now.

The hours passed, your new friends came to keep you company. None of you wanted to be alone, and some went in to see Max - who wasn’t in intensive care, but strictly monitored - and some stayed with you. Until the doctor came and told you that Eddie had been moved to a different room, that his vitals were looking better, that he didn’t need to stay in intensive care anymore.

Two people were allowed at the same time as long as you didn’t cause a ruckus inside. It was clear that you and Steve were going in together. Dustin was staying with Lucas and the others would wait out here, happy about the outcome and that you were able to go and see him.

He still looked the same way as he’d done last night, minus one of the monitors if you weren’t mistaken. Steve moved one chair next to the bed so that you could sit down, and you both stayed there in silence for some time.

“We talked about you.. On the way to Nancy’s house.”

“You did?” you asked quietly, looking up at Steve, before you turned back to Eddie and took his hand in yours.

“Mhm,” Steve nodded, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Did he tell you?”

“He wanted to tell me… something.” You couldn’t be sure whether it was what Steve was referring to or not. “But I shushed him, told him to tell me when we made it out of there.”

“He will come around and tell you. He’s a stubborn bastard.” Steve squeezed your shoulder lightly, making you smile. Yeah, he was right…

—

The next couple of days were pretty much like this. You hardly went home, only to get some sleep - together with Steve who insisted on taking you home to make sure that you actually got some sleep and enough food. He’d made you his personal responsibility, because Eddie wasn’t here to look out for you.

Meanwhile, you’d gotten to know the others as well, the ones you’d heard about. El, Will, Jonathan as well as that new guy Argyle, who at least managed to make you smile with his whole… being. Still, most of your time was spent by Eddie’s side holding his hand, talking to him. By now, there was no machine helping him to breathe anymore, and some of the others were gone as well. Now, you were just waiting for him to wake up.

“Do you remember the summer of 1980?” you asked, looking down on your hand that was holding his. Slowly, a smile crept on your lips when you remembered that summer. “We snuck out in the middle of the night and my parents didn’t notice. Thank God! We practically ran to the playground, our footsteps echoing in the quiet night, and we even thought someone was following us.” You had to chuckle at the memory. Eddie had stolen a cigarette from his uncle, because you both had been curious, had wanted to try it, but nobody was allowed to find out. You would have gotten grounded, and Eddie would have had to explain himself to uncle Wayne. It had felt so incredibly illegal that you had been scared of someone following you. “And then we sat down on the swingset. It wasn’t as dark as I thought it would be, because of the clear night sky and the full moon. God that was my first and last cigarette. I felt so sick afterwards and nearly puked on your shoes.” But Eddie… Eddie had coughed, but he’d liked it, and by now, he always had cigarettes with him.

You felt his hand twitch beneath yours, your eyes darting to his face, but he didn’t open his eyes. You watched him for a moment, before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“You spent the night in my house and when we snuck back in, you pushed over a vase as graceful as you were. I was pretty sure my Mum would run down the stairs and give us a lecture.”

“But we got away.” Eddie’s voice was raw and deep, but it made every fibre in your body fill with joy, even though you weren’t sure whether you’d heard right. Could have been your imagination with everything going on. But when you looked up and found his eyes looking down at you, the hint of a smile on his lips, you knew that this was real, that he was awake, that he was talking to you.

“Eds…” you managed to whisper before the tears took over and ran down your cheeks, his hand squeezing yours tight.

“C’mere princess,” he mumbled, reaching for you with his other arm. He didn’t care that it would hurt, didn’t care about anything but you, and he needed you as close as possible.

You didn’t hesitate, got up on the bed and hugged him - as far as that was possible. Eddie closed his eyes, breathing you in, while his hands landed on your back, slowly roaming over it, down your sides, over your hips, to the small of your back. He needed to make sure that you were okay, that you were unharmed.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled against his neck, your tears leaving a wet patch on his pillow, dripping onto his neck as well, but neither of you cared.

“Thank God.” He held you close to his body, eyes closed, because he needed this, needed you, and he wouldn’t let go for as long as he could. But you pulled back slightly so that you could look into his eyes. Eddie lifted one hand to brush the tears away.

“I thought… I thought I’d lost you!” you hiccuped, pushing his hair from his face, examining him. There were small cuts and bruises in his face as well, and a big bandaid on the side of his neck and jaw.

“Too stubborn to die.” He smiled up at you, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Still have to tell you something. Someone didn’t want to let me speak.”

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologise, okay?” Eddie put his thumb on your lips to keep you quiet. “It wasn’t the right moment to tell you this, and maybe right now isn’t either.”

“Eds…” you whispered against his thumb, raising your hand to put it on top of his.

“No, I need to say it or I’m gonna burst.” He took a deep breath, eyes full of adoration when he looked back into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you. You’ve always been the only one for me, the one who holds my heart, the-”

Your lips on his silenced him. Your hands were splayed out on his chest, your heart beating so fast in your chest that you thought it would give out any moment. Five years… it had taken you five years to kiss him again, and you wouldn’t let him go. At all. Not anymore.

His thumb brushed your cheek, his other hand on your side, while he savoured every second of this kiss. It was a gentle touch of lips that conveyed so much love that everyone in the hospital must have felt it. You pulled back just a fraction.

“And I love you, Eddie. Always have, always will.” His lips were on yours again without hesitation, but this time with a hunger you hadn’t felt in any kiss in years. It left you breathless.

“Good to see you awake, Munson,” Steve’s voice made you pull back, burying your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Good to see you, too, Harrington.”

“I’ll give you five more minutes, alright? But then you need to see a doctor and let the other ones know.” Steve couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on his lips as relief washed over him. Eddie was awake, that was all that mattered - and he’d finally told you what he’d wanted to tell you in the Upside Down.

“Appreciate it, man.”And you did as well. But now, you knew that you had all the time in the world to make up for the time that you’d missed. Because Eddie was awake, Because Eddie was alive.

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[captainmera]

Hello Hello! I read through your golden brother fic amd got caught up a few days ago! Wanted to say that it's absolutely PHENOMENAL! You explore hunter's dynamics with the cast so well, it's really beautiful! The way you handle vee makes me cry tears of joy, it's literally EVERYTHING I wished was covered in season 3, i love this identity crisis-ridden slug so much you have no clue 💚💚 It's like catharsis while also excelling in its own right 😭 so so effervescent

Also, Jacob???? NEVER expected anyone could (or would) take such a one-off guy and make him so interesting! Im loving the self-righteous parallels drawn between him, belos, and luz, and how all three of them go about handling that. it's very intriguing and I'm excited for how it turns out. 🤔🤔

It's very important that you know the palismen wanting to be in the microwave is the funniest thing ever, I start cry laughing whenever the Beep. shows up. And hunter gradually getting more lenient about it??? Like he's so done but also?? It's in line with his development in the story??? Slowly unlearning the behaviors instilled in him that perpetuate his paranoia and growing to be more relaxed and happy?? Represented by an adorable running gag??? PHENOMENAL work. Absolutely amazing.

sorry for the long ask I just really like this fic & thought you should know. k thx have a good one 👍

GOLDEN BROTHER FANFIC <- He is talking about this.

Sweet titan, thank you!! (TTATT)!!!

And don't worry about long texts or rants!! I like it! %D <3333 It's fun! Aaaaaanyway...!!!

BIG RAMBLE (and some fanfic related doodles) BENEATH THE CUT!

That's so kind of you asdfghj I really appreciate it!! I love storytelling and character focused stories/plot/themes, and writing this fanfic has been a really nice exercise for me to indulge in that.

I'm making a story of my own which is also character driven! So, again, it's really nice to stretch my legs in writing too. :)

I'm glad you think so highly of my fanfiction!! I really wish a season 3 could've happened!! It's been fun trying to juggle all the characters and set them up for their own arcs.

Yes!! I feel like a lot of the show was building up a lot of themes to identity, finding yourself, loss/grief (of various kinds: Loss of family, loss of oneself, etc). But also showing the opposite theme: Of finding yourself, relief, peace and acceptance. Even moving onwards.

Themes that Vee represents/embodies really well - especially as a shapeshifter.

I think, for one, Hunter and Luz was supposed to have opposite arcs. Hunter finds himself and Luz loses herself. They would balance, thematically, off of one another. While still keeping Luz' struggle as the main character as the force to move the plot along; Hunter's arc only getting spotlight to support/dual Luz journey/decline/rise.

Taking the season three episode titles, I lean on the "for the future" one the most, as I think Luz dealt with a lot of doubt about where she fits in and what she can provide going forward (both for herself and her friends/family).

And I think Jacob would've been an interesting character. As much of a gag he is, he does represent certain aspects of both Luz and Belos.

He wants to be the chosen one (like both of them) and he wants to do something for his town (save it from witches, like Belos), and he wants to fit in with his community (like Luz) and can't quite find a way to do so. Perhaps even losing sight of what is going right in his life in favour of the grander greater thing (like both Belos and Luz) - That if they don't fit in with normal, perhaps it needs to be abnormal, and grand, and epic.

..... I mean I say all that, the difficulty is pulling it off lmao asdfghj ||||||OTL|||||

AND THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT'S WHAT THE GAG IS ABOUT. I'm genuinely surprised people liked the gag so much, I was worried only I would think it was funny haha, but it also pleases me you picked up on it's purpose :'D I love that all I have to write is *Beep.* and y'all know what's happening. :'DD

*cries*

thank you I really needed a nice message today (ToT)/ <333

#ask #asks #toh ask #art reply #toh fanfiction

[thethistlegirlwrites]

2, 6, 20 for the ask game! 💚

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project.

There's a scene planned for a future one of the Whumptober snippets that is going to be REALLY FUN, as a matter of fact yesterday's fic is a bit of setup for that, giving a little background as to the hunting style Sierra was first trained in, and how ruthless she can be when she feels like she's doing the right thing...and woe to the vampire who underestimates that...

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

That seems to change on a regular basis, but I think one of the most consistently fun ones to write for me is Kira Burke. I like getting into her head and the ways she sees the world. Plus, it means I get to research ASL and how it fits into the hunter world!

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

One of my favorite things about Compass is how over the course of the story, the perspective of which character is in fact the real 'monster' shifts. (Which is probably because I didn't actually know any of that was going to happen when I started writing). I always like playing with the concepts of monsters, but this story really drove home how much of what we see as monstrous is our own perspectives.

As for character references/callbacks, I haven't written him in YET but I love the idea that Sierra sees the ghost of her father Gabe once in a while, watching over her, but doesn't immediately realize it's him, partly because he appears to her as he would if he had lived to be her father because that's how she imagined him before she knew who he really was, and also partly because she has managed to give a GHOST grey hairs with the shenanigans she gets into!

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #writing asks #compass #sierra aguirre-stoker

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Hi Sarah, you sent me this but you're the only writer I know of AND talk to, so I'm pulling an uno reverse card! Now you gotta do this AGAIN, HAHA!! When you get this, answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰 If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you talk about your works and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 1. What are you most excited to write with this WIP? 2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage? 3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

Lmao that's so real of you. Since I already did the wip I'm most fixated on, this time I'll talk about Put in the Work. This is barely a wip because it's complete, I've done the first full read-through, and made editing notes. I only need to make my edits, do another read-through, do those edits, maybe another read-through with some more edits, and then post! It's practically done 🫠

oh right it's a parkner fic currently sitting at 51k and was formerly known as The NASA AU (more on that in no. 2)

What are you most excited to write with this WIP?

At this point I'm most excited to actually finish it and start posting lol Oops got distracted reading it trying to find a spot I'm excited to edit haha let's just say the part where Peter finally clues Harley in that he means what he says is *chef's kiss* Have an excerpt!

Harley sits up, his lower back aching from the awkward position. “And you thought we could keep pretending like that first night and we would just—,” Peter snaps to full lucidity. His eyes bore into Harley’s, wide and alert. He licks his lips and when he speaks it’s rushed, like if he doesn’t get it out now, he might never. “Harley, I haven’t been pretending. Not since the first night. Everything I’ve said to you, I meant it. Please don’t hate me.” “Wha—,” All of the little I love you’s and promises of forever, spin through Harley’s mind in a dizzying instant. “Everything?”

2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage?

As mentioned, this was my parkner nasa au (it still sort of is). I don't know what it is about taking characters out of their canon and sticking them on a space shuttle or in a rocket lab but I live for that shit. Unfortunately, I only had the vague idea that Harley is a rocket scientist for NASA, Tony is jealous that he chose a government job over working at S.I., and Peter is Spider-Man, lives in New York, and was invited down to Florida with Tony to watch Harley's rocket launch.

Then I arbitrarily decided Harley should be a single father and everything went off the rails lol There is .02 seconds of NASA and the rest is all about the loneliness of devotion.

3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

Harley Harley Harley Harley

He's just so blorbo? He loves his people so much? He will sabotage his own happiness and call it an act of service. He sees something that needs done and he does it without witness, without reward. He's straight-forward and doesn't pander to bullshit. He's methodical and practical but also goofy and sarcastic. He thrives at the intersection of play and challenge.

He's my boy and I love him.

His daughter Hazel is also fun to write (which kind of surprised me!) and Abbie is as always a favorite <3

#put in the work #sswrites #ask games

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Hey! Congrats on the 200 followers 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊. I wanna summit a prompt for the 200 follower drabble prompt challenge! I'm thinking platonic Shin-ah and Jea-ha with prompt #22 Asking for advice! I think it would be funny to have Shin-ah suddenly ask for advice from Jea-ha (I had a hard time choosing who to pair with Shin-ah cause all of them would be their own kind of funny 🤣) pls and thank you!!

Hello sweetheart!

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

I think that idea is hilarious! I hope you like what I wrote and it's what you were looking for! Please enjoy 🥰

Title: The One That Got Away Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Jae-Ha & Shin-Ah Prompt: #22 - Asking for advice Word Count: 100

“Jae-Ha, how do you pick up girls?” Shin-Ah asked. “Ah, Shin-Ah, you’ve finally come to the age where you want to meet a girl,” Jae-Ha responded warmly while slinging an arm over Shin-Ah's shoulder. “Let me tell you all about it.” Jae-Ha regaled him with harrowing stories of his youth and all the women he dated. “And that is how you pick up girls,” Jae-Ha smiled proudly. Shin-Ah stared at him, bewildered, “But what if they start wiggling?” “Come again?” Jae-Ha asked, confused. “How do you pick up girls so you don’t drop them?” Shin-Ah asked. “Oh no…” Jae-Ha answered.

Don't ask me where the idea came from, because I have no clue 🤣 It popped into my head on my way to Dunkin. I had to pull over and write it down so I didn't forget. I hope you liked it!!!

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

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[mermaid-trash]

Hiiiii I was wondering if you could write ANYTHING AT ALL 👏🏻 for the riddler x bimbo reader? Doesn’t have to be nasty just a reader who is super feminine and likes shopping and getting her nails, hair, etc. done? And him being nerdy but her LOVING it?? Thanks bestie 🙏🏻 this has been an ongoing obsession

I had so much fun writing this, it’s my new obsession too anon 😍💚

(Definitely request more bimbo!reader stuff from me because I actually loved writing this)

Wordcount: 1.6k

(No warnings on this, just a meet cute between polar opposites)

Edward honestly had no idea how it had happened. All he had been looking for was a cup of coffee, maybe some hot food. He had never expected to find someone like you in the diner he spent most of his nights.

The moment he had stepped across the threshold of the warm diner and laid eyes on you, his throat constricted and heart began pounding erratically in his chest. You sat at the counter, a couple of seats down from his usual spot at the end, your nose barely an inch away from your phone while you typed rapidly, your false nails clacking against the screen with each tap. A skin-tight hot pink dress clung to your body, accentuating the curves of your chest and hips and causing Edward to blush uncomfortably.

He finally tore his gaze away from you, and focused only on the floor in front of him while he took his usual seat, trying to ignore you in his peripheral vision. The waitress took his mumbled order with an uninterested expression before shuffling away to prepare his coffee, and predictably, Edward found his gaze being immediately drawn over to your bare legs, crossed alluringly and decorated with the criss-crossing straps of your clear platform heels. He admired the satin sheen of your smooth skin with an open-mouthed expression of awe and wondered what it would feel like under his hands-

Snapping his head forward again, Edward flushes even more and tugs slightly at the front of his raincoat. Luckily you seemed not to notice his obviously flustered demeanour, still engrossed in your phone, and Edward let out a shaky breath. All he wanted was a coffee, he never asked for this torture.

The truth was, women like you, hyper-feminine beautiful women who weren’t afraid to be seen as such, terrified Edward. They reminded him of the popular girls he had gone to school with, the ones that had mocked him ruthlessly for his hair, clothes, glasses, it seemed that anything about him was fair game for them to cackle over cruelly in their covens, and while Edward could admit logically that this was unlikely to occur in adulthood, the prospect of being humiliated like that by you was enough to convince Edward to pull a nearby newspaper towards him and flick straight to the puzzle section in an attempt to take his mind off you.

He was surprised to find a couple of entries already filled in from the day’s crossword, looped handwriting written in glittery pink ink. His heart faltered for a second as his dazed brain made the connection, barely a moment before you spoke.

“Oh, I tried to do that one earlier but it was too hard. Hopefully my answers are right.” Your airy voice was a shock to Edward’s senses; he had not been expecting you to speak to him, and for you to do so so casually- Edward was shocked into silence.

He glanced down at the page; the clue read “Not fully developed, juvenile” and you had printed the word “childish” into the 8 available boxes. With a quick scan of the surrounding clues, he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“This one is ‘immature’, actually.” He muttered mostly to himself, pulling a pen from his pocket and missing the way your head spins to look at him in surprise.

“How do you know?” You ask curiously, leaning across the counter towards him to better see the pages and unknowingly giving Edward a better view of your cleavage in the process. His eyes widen frantically and he turns back to the crossword with a prayer in his throat dying to escape: ‘Please Lord, don’t let this woman give me a heart attack in this diner’. He felt uncomfortably hot all of a sudden, and all of the blood in his body seemed to have rushed into his ears where it was now roaring unbearably.

“W-well, this i- this one here, four down, ‘adult male horse’, that’s ‘stallion’, which means this box here has to have a ‘T’. And ‘immature’ is the only other word that fits.” He explained quietly, filling in the relevant boxes as he went, anxiety weighing on him along with the weigh of your watchful gaze. He allows himself a glance up at your face, and is surprised to find a sweet smile waiting for him.

“You’re, like, really smart.” You say, with a soft giggle as you place your phone down on the counter; that alone felt like the biggest compliment Edward had ever received, never mind your verbal praise. His head swam drunkenly for a moment as he gaped at you, unsure of what to say.

“What’s your name, honey?” You ask kindly, and Edward is stunned when you elegantly move over to the seat directly beside him; this new proximity might cause him to pass out, he thinks, as the floral scent of your perfume enters his senses.

“Edward.” He manages to choke out in response. The blush on his cheeks must be fiery red by now, judging by the heat in his face. “Hi, Edward, I’m [Y/N].” You say cheerfully, your pink glossy lips parting to display a wide smile when he repeats your name reverentially. “So, what are you doing in a filthy diner like this just before midnight, Edward?”

Every time his name falls from your lips, he thinks he might die. He wonders, through his perfume-addled brain, if you could possibly be flirting with him, but quickly rejects that idea as soon as it forms because of course you weren’t flirting, why would you ever be flirting with him?

“Um…I j-just, uh, wanted a coffee…” He trails off, realising this is a valid reason to visit a diner, but still feeling like an idiot for admitting it. Couldn’t he have thought of a more interesting lie, for your sake? “What about you?” He asks, before sipping on the coffee finally provided by the surly waitress.

“Well, I was supposed to be meeting my dumb friend here, she wanted to go to the Iceberg Lounge and I said I’d meet her here sinceit’s just around the corner, but I just saw an insta story of her sucking some guys face, so I guess she’s too busy now.” You explain, fidgeting with your own empty coffee mug as you spoke. You notice his look of pity and giggle a bit.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to give me that look. Anyway, you’re way more interesting than any of those jerks in the Iceberg Lounge.” You admit with a casual shrug, tossing your hair over your shoulder. The smell of strawberries from your shampoo reaches Edward, and for a moment he wants to run a hand through your hair just to admire the softness.

“I-interesting?” He asks hoarsely.

“Yeah, all they ever want to do is party and drink, and that’s cool I guess, but…” you pause for a moment, chewing on your lip as you study Edward’s expression, looking for any hint of untrustworthiness. When you don’t find any, you continue. “I dunno, sometimes I see someone reading on the train or something and I get jealous, kinda…like I never seem to get quiet time because I’m always with my insane friends, who I love, but sometimes I wish they’d just…be quiet, y’know?” You finished in a low whisper, as though afraid someone might overhear.

“I feel the opposite of that.” Edward finds himself admitting. “I see people out and having fun, and I just don’t understand how any of it works.”

“Oh, that’s easy, I can help you with that!” You exclaim excitedly, eyes lighting up with joy. You hold your hand up suddenly, offering your pinky to him. “I’ll teach you how to have fun and let loose, if you teach me how to do a crossword. I wanna be as good as you are.”

You propose the terms of your offer with a nod towards the newspaper before him, and Edward finds the entire situation so endearing he can’t possibly say no to you, so he wraps his pinky around yours.

“Deal.” He mumbles with a small smile.

You grin at him, leaning forward and pulling the newspaper towards you.

“So, what do I do first, Eddie?” You ask, and he flushes at the nickname.

“W-well, maybe you should, uh, use a pencil first…” He suggests, causing you to halt in your motion to remove the glittery pink gel pen from your purse.

“Pencil is boring, though,” You whine a little, puckering those perfect lips into a pout.

“And it’s easier to rub out when you write a wrong answer.” He reasons. You lean back and clutch at your imaginary pearl necklace in faux shock.

“That’s so rude, Edward.” You joke, and he can’t help the laughter that bubbles from his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so at ease with someone and able to laugh with them, but he was suddenly hooked on the intoxicating sound of your high-pitched giggles.

“Okay, we’ll start with one across.” He says, offering you a small pencil from his pocket. He tries to ignore the way his stomach flips when your fingers graze his, and desperately tries not to feel your thigh pressed against his as you begin staring at the crossword, reading the clue with a furrow in your delicate brow.

Edward had no idea how he got here, teaching you how best to tackle a crossword puzzle, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. He glanced up at the ceiling, offering a silent “thank you” to whichever god had prevented your friend from meeting with you, before moving in closer and beginning to explain the first clue to you. He quickly became so engrossed in the puzzle that he didn’t notice the awestruck expression you stared at him with, or the bashful blush that had begun to spread across your own cheeks.

#the riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #paul dano x reader

[christinebloodwrittings]

Loki and shrunken y/n story prompt : Y/n "I am not an animal you can’t earn my trust by speaking softly to me and giving me food "Loki " y/n but you love it when I speak softly to you and give you food " Y/n " Yes but when YOU do it it's sweet and endearing, when other people do it not so much"

You ask, I write! Thank you so much for your request 💚💚

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*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Tiny!Reader (7 Inches tall reader)

Words: 1614

Summary: Loki, reluctantly, joins the Avengers. In the middle of the presentations he recognized you, the one that he has been dreaming about.

Warnings: Not really, but Y/n is a little agressive XD.

Loki Taglist: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @lucky-foxface

Endearing, Darling.

A laugh, a voice, what a warm feeling. Then pain, her back hitting the floor, breaking the tiles and twisting her spine a little. For a human being that pain would have been immeasurable, but he is a god, his body mostly fixed itself.

The cuts on his face burned with every expression he made, in the window he reflected himself, at the same time that he watched the hell he had unleashed, he could never redeem himself from it.

"If someone really loves you, surely he will be able to omit certain details" there was that laugh again, soft, like the touch of a petal.

"Falling is not bad, but it is giving up and staying down biting mud. You can do it, show them that you are good" Her eyes, the warmth of the sun on her skin, her hands wrapping his, "Wake up" she whispered, “Wake up Loki” He felt a phantom kiss on his cheek, but when he blinked his vision cleared out and found Thor’s eyes instead.

His eyes were blue again, the effect of the scepter no longer possessed him. He was scared, Thor saw it in his eyes, "Come on, I'll take you home" Home? that's how he felt in that strange vision, who was that strange woman? And why did she show him so much affection?

The vision tormented him for days inside the cell to which he was confined, a fair punishment given his crimes. He spent the days trying to squeeze some clue into his memories that would lead him to discover the identity of the mystery girl. And what he discovered hit him just as hard as when the Hulk broke his spine.

Thor had convinced him to join, more or less, the Avengers. To his surprise, the girl in his visions was one of them, the problem? she was less than 30 centimeters tall.

"You must be Loki, my name is Y/n, nice to meet you!" you stretched out your little hand, he looking at you curiously, holding the urge to tease you, "For me, it's a pleasure to meet you" he said with a charming smile.

The chemistry flowed perfectly after that moment, the conversations were often long and easy to hold. So lost in each other, everyone else was able to see how much you two connected.

However, there was something that Loki was not aware of, your powerful and destructive anger. It doesn't destroy anything as such, but you scared even the Hulk himself.

“Hello my darling, how was your…day?” Loki saw you fuming, you passed him and you didn't even turn to look at him, it wasn't a common behavior, or so he thought.

"Stop there cowboy, if I were you, I'd leave her alone" Tony warned without looking up from his cell phone, "I understand that you want to help her, but in that state ... it's better to let her be" Loki turned to look closely at the corridor, not knowing how to act or if what you really needed was to be alone. He felt helpless.

It was dinner time, Natasha was the one who stopped him that time, telling Loki not to come to see you, obviously he didn't listen. He took the pizza plate that had been saved for you and a flan. It seemed unusual to him that no one dared to even try to help with whatever was happening to you, "She is not going to receive the food, I’m just saying" Clint added but Loki had already made up his mind.

You weren’t in your room, where could you have gone? After a while searching, he found you in the training room, hitting a sandbag between screams and tears, with fury and pain in your eyes you kept hitting everything your arms gave.

"Y/n, stop" Loki covered the sack with his hand, your knuckles hitting the inside of his hand, "Enough" he spoke softly as he took your hand between his fingers, "Loki" you called him through tears, you turned around lifting your arms, he understood and opened his hand to you, to which you climbed, his warmth embracing your body.

“Bad day?” you didn’t had the energy to shoot him an angry look, so you just nodded. “I brought you food” you made a grossed out face and shook your head, “Have you eaten anything since you came back from your mission?” you shook your head again, “At least half a slice, and I won’t bother you” you pouted but complied.

Loki realized all the repressed anger that you carried inside, you hid it behind that smile that he liked to get out of you so much.

"Y/n, you know you can count on me right?" You looked up to meet his worried expression, "I know" his opposite index finger passed under your arm to take your injured hand on his fingertip, "Then why carry this burden on your own?" you put the flan aside, accommodating yourself in his palm using his thumb as a backrest.

"Look at me Loki, I'm ridiculously small, I'd rather do this and fuck up my hands alone than someone comes to tell me that I look adorable angry, if you don't believe me ask Tony, he has a fork mark in his hand for that" He loved your fire, but hurt him to see you handle your hurt alone, so he decided to do something to take your anger away.

During that whole week he took it upon himself to buy or make you a sweet treat to lighten your spirits, and it worked like a charm, the others were shocked by this, since several had tried everything to help you but nothing ever worked.

One day, Loki couldn’t give you the treats, he was out on a mission. When he came back he found Nat bandaging Clint’s hand. “Your little girl sure is angry” he had texted Clint to give you the biscuits he baked, “I tried to speak nice to her but she stabbed me with a pencil when I called her doll” Clint chuckled, making Nat smile.

Loki nodded and thank his efforts, as well as apologizing for the assault, which Clint didn’t took personal. Then, he knocked at your door, “Y/n, are you ok love?” he opened the door after hearing a small hiss, he found you burning your open knuckles wounds with rubbing alcohol, he rushed to stop you, earning an angry look in return.

“You hit the sandbag again” he muttered, “I didn’t promised I wouldn’t do it anymore, I discovered your scheme” you turned your back at him, “Y/n, I was just trying to make you happy, to earn your trust, because you still don’t believe me when I tell you that you can count on me” he was hurt, his intentions weren’t bad, but you had seen this before.

"I am not an animal, you can’t earn my trust by speaking softly to me and giving me food" you turned around to face him, your anger almost dissipating when you saw the hurt in his eyes, "But you love it when I speak softly to you and give you food" he offered you his hand, his tone being cute, making you smile.

“Yes but when you do it, it's sweet and endearing, but when other people do it, not so much" you put emphasis in the ‘you’ poking his nose when he took you up to him, “I was on a mission, love, and I made those personally for that reason” now you felt horribly guilty.

“I’ll go and apologize to Clint, thank you Loki, and sorry for the drama” he put his lips next to your cheek to sweetly peck your cheekbone, “Later, you still have to make up to me for discard my cuisine” he pretended to be insulted and sad, just to see your reaction, “What can I do?” you blushed and pouted, you knew he wanted to do something embarrassing.

“Lay on my hand, on your belly my darling” you looked at him confused, thinking he was going to do something gross or perverted, you did as he told you, your head on his middle finger which he lay flat for you to be more comfortable, your torso straight down on his palm, and your legs resting on his wrist, “What are you gonna do?” he could hear the tremble in your voice, so he didn’t wasted any more time and kissed your lower back, releasing a tiny squeal from you.

He was squishing you with his hand and his lips so you were surrounded by him and squeezed by his warmth like a sandwich, not in a harsh way but in a sweet and loving way, kissing all over your back and the nape of your neck.

“Look at me darling” you hid your face in his finger and in between your arms, “N-No!” you stuttered, “Y/n, turn around so I can see you” he coaxed, making you roll on his hand revealing the furious red blush on your face, “You are so beautiful” he smooshed you again, this time his lips on your lips, “I hate you” he laughed, “I love you too”.

He did that often later, he loved feeling close to you, and you loved being surrounded by him. Eventually that became the thing that dissipated your anger, thinking of how close you could be with him made you feel all fuzzy inside, so you behaved so he could reward you with smooches and gentle squeezes.

After making your life easier, his dreams were all about you, you were his mystery woman, his little love and soulmate.

#loki series #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x female reader #loki of asgard #loki #loki fic #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fics #loki angst #soulmate #mcu loki #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #avengers

[aclosetfan]

Maybe 18 or 36 (hug prompts) for the greens? I always love the way you write them! 💚

Oh my gosh, you're seriously too sweet 💚💚💚 between the two prompts, I'll have to pick 36! @foxgloveglen requested that prompt previously, and I feel like it's finally time I sucked it up and committed myself to it!

Hug prompts: 36. I thought you were dead hug

Characters: Butch, Buttercup

Word Count: 2713

Content warnings: near-death experiences, body horror, slight gore, blood, demonic entities, implied major character deaths (but from the perspective of an unreliable narrator)

Basic background: Apocalypse AU where the world has ended under mysterious (HIM) circumstances (it was HIM), and now, man-eating creatures roam the streets. Through a series of unfortunate events, both the rrb and the ppg are all split up. Depending on who you ask, BC and Butch are the last known survivors of the two sets of triplets. Currently, they live in the last Townsville stronghold defending the “City” from those man-eating creatures as they wait for their siblings to make their way home. The stronghold is made up of the previous citizens, along with a few ex-villains. The tough of the tough are on night patrol (unless you’re an ex-con, then night patrol is mandatory), which is the City’s only chance at survival.

a/n: whoops i made this sad, but there's a happy (?) ending. sorry : ( this wasn’t at all what I had planned on writing but I was trying to think up a new angle for the prompt instead of the old same-old, same-old.

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"No," Butch mumbled to himself, the mantra slowly ramping up in speed as he picked his way through the debris, "no, no, no, no, please no."

The sun was bright on his back, but the air was still too crisp, and the day was still too early to truly feel its warmth. He maneuvered around on auto-pilot, combing through one pile of trash to the next, careful to avoid the shadows. As long as the sun was on his back, he would be safe enough to search for her. But when it started to get dark out? If he couldn't find her in time?

"Buttercup!" He cried out, listening for an echo of an answer, but only hearing his own voice in response, "Buttercup!"

What would he tell everyone? What would he tell Bellum?

He tried again, shouting louder, "Come on, you fucking bitch, answer!"

Butch had no idea how he'd ever find the courage to tell the Professor. Or—he thought, his heart dropping into his stomach—her sisters. Butch couldn't.

When—not if (never if)—he found them all again—his brothers, her sisters—there was no way he could look Bubbles in the eye and tell her Buttercup was gone. Just gone. Done for. Dead. Her heart would break. His heart would, too, he thought dully, if it hadn't already. He didn't know; it was at the very least breaking, but he didn't think there was much of a difference—between broken and breaking.

Was his heart really breaking—or broken—or whatever the right word was? When had Buttercup even wormed her way in there and made herself at home? When had she started to mean this much?

Butch turned on his heels, checking for the sun, then for any clouds, revealing only a crisp blue mid-morning sky, before pivoting quickly in another direction to dig through just another pile of broken concrete. Still no Buttercup. He was less precise about things now, throwing the trash to the side and chucking concrete out of the way. They—those things in the shadows—would no doubt notice that he was being too loud, but Butch couldn't find it in himself to care.

"You just had to play stupid freaking hero, didn't you!" He was not entirely hysterical, but very close to it, "I told you not to! I said it wasn't worth it! And here we are!" He stopped digging and leaned back on his heels, whipping his head side-to-side, looking, searching, using the x-ray vision he was always forgetting about for any possible clue or sign she was around.

"This wasn't my idea! You were the one who wanted to do a night run!" He continued to gripe at the Buttercup living rather contently in his imagination—the one that kept laughing at him every time he turned over the wrong rock. 'Come on, Butch,' She mocked, 'if you seriously can't find me, how will you find our family?'

"Bu—Buttercup!" He called out, cupping his hands around his mouth, ignoring the way his voice cracked its way through his ever-tightening throat. When there was again no response, he fell onto his ass and held his head in his hands. "Don't leave me alone," He muttered, trying his best to blink back the stupid, pointless tears, "I can't be alone."

But he was, wasn't he? Butch hadn't seen Boomer in 789 days. The last time he had seen Brick was precisely two days before the world had ended. According to Buttercup, Bubbles had been gone for almost just as long, and Blossom had left three months into it all. She had been following some lead regarding the whereabouts of their sister, and supposedly, the apparent start to all of this madness. That, of course, had been almost four years ago.

Buttercup had wanted to go with Blossom; Butch knew first-hand how she still cried about it. But Blossom had said someone had needed to stay back—to keep what was left of the City safe. Buttercup had always been one of the best superheroes back in the day, so Butch understood why Blossom had made her stay behind. He didn't think Buttercup knew that, though, that people—that Blossom—had considered her one of the best.

Now, Buttercup was just another martyr on the ever-growing list. So, he supposed, her never knowing didn't really matter anymore.

"Tough my ass!" He yelled at the sky, sneering instead of crying because it was the easier thing to do, "Of course, you'd die! Of course, just to specifically piss me off!"

He fell onto his back and stared up at the blinding sun. It was now near noon. He could hear the creatures—the demonic things that stalked and hunted from the shadows—skittering about watching him. They didn't go where the sun touched; nightmares did their best work when it was dark out.

For a moment, Butch did little more than bask in the sunlight, watching almost numbly as a lazy cloud trekked its way across the sky. The moment it reached the sun, he would only have two options. The first was two-part: fight and run. The second choice was death. And the second choice was far more tempting.

The sun was coming out less and less now that the days were growing shorter. Even before the creatures had begun stalking the City, Butch had always thought winter was the most brutal season to get through. He wasn't big on the cold. However, winter was now more dangerous than it ever had been before, and if he didn't get back to the stronghold soon, the gaggle of survivors that made up what remained of Townsville would be dead within the week. It wasn't like Ima could keep handling the Night Patrol units by herself, especially with Princess still in the infirmary. If both he and Buttercup died today, Bellum would have her work cut out for her—figuring this one out.

But what was the point? Really, honestly? They were all dead anyway. So, what did it matter? It wasn't like the only thing he was living for would ever happen. He already knew he'd never see his brothers alive again. It was a fool's dream to think otherwise. No one had caught wind of Boomer anywhere. His baby brother had just seemingly disappeared. And it had been so long since Butch had last seen Brick, he wasn't sure he could even remember his brother's voice outside of nightmares.

Not for the first time, grief gripped his heart and he found himself mourning. He couldn't quit his brothers no matter how hard he tried, no matter how often he tossed their things away and tried to bury the sound of their laughter in some metaphorical grave deep in the recesses of his mind. Now, Butch could only see Brick in his mind—how wide his smile got when he laughed, how freckles covered him head to toe, how fucking smart he was, and how fucking dumb Butch had been all those years ago taking it all for granted.

The last thing Butch had ever said to his older brother was to go fuck himself. They had been fighting over the grocery list—Butch had forgotten the milk.

The fucking milk.

If he had just remembered the milk then—

His throat tightened unbearably, and again, he swallowed past the sobs, squeezing his eyes shut.

'They're not dead,' the Buttercup living inside his head chided, rolling her eyes, 'Are you thick or something? How many times do I have to this clear to you?'

He gritted his teeth, grinding them together as he tried his best to ignore her. He didn't want another ghost haunting him, especially hers.

'I believe in them, Butch, I believe in my sisters more than anything else in this world,' Ghost-Buttercup continued, 'They're alive. They'll be back.'

You don't know that, he thought, you really don't.

'Blossom promised.' Her voice echoed inside his head, something the real Buttercup had told him time and time again, 'Blossom doesn't break promises.'

Promises don't mean anything, he argued back, not anymore.

'Always put your money on Blossom, Butch, trust me.'

"You're dead." He told her ghost rather bluntly out loud as the world beyond his eyelids went dark, the cloud finally devouring the light of the sun, "You're gone."

"Butch?" Buttercup asked, and his eyes snapped open, "Who's gone?"

He stared up at her, mesmerized as she knelt above him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was always falling loose from her stubby little ponytail, that dumb strand of hair; he dreamt about it.

"Buttercup?" He whispered.

She quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left in question, "Yeah?"

He brought a shaky hand up to the cheek of her face, cupping it and ignoring how the temperature of her skin made him shiver. Then, quickly, he propped himself up on his elbow before fully sitting up so he could cup her whole face between his hands—her wonderful, beautiful, very alive face.

"You're not dead," He continued to whisper, still stunned—she was perfect. A vision.

Buttercup smiled, revealing the slight gap in her front teeth, "It takes a bit more than a few shadow freaks to kill me."

"You're not dead." He repeated, at a loss for words before the reality of the situation settled into his heart, and he swore he could have died right then and there, happy and content. "You're not dead! You piece of shit," He laughed, removing his hands from her cold face, so he could encircle them around her neck and bring her into a bone-crushing hug, "you scared the hell out of me."

She laughed, her breath tickling his ears as she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around him, "I'm okay!"

There was an odd tickle in his stomach, and he could feel the palms of his hands start to sweat, but he attributed it to the close proximity. He could count on one hand how many times he had hugged Buttercup in his life, and each time had left him more flustered than the last.

"Yeah," He agreed, heartbeat in his ears as he squeezed tighter, holding onto her like she'd disappear if he ever let go, "I thought you were dead."

"I'm not," She hummed after a long moment.

He broke out into a grin, agreeing quickly and hoping she wouldn't notice the tears of relief slipping down his face, "You're not."

"But you are, though." She said rather matter-of-factly, "You're dead."

His eyes fluttered open as he let go of her ever-so-slightly, "What?"

"Butch!" He heard someone scream, and he snapped his head to the left, following the sound, but Buttercup pulled his face back and locked her eyes with his.

"I said," Buttercup smiled—but now that he was looking, like really looking, it wasn't Buttercup, was it? Her voice wasn't quite right, and her smile was just a little too broad—and cupped his cheek, "I'm not dead, you are."

The nervous fluttering in his gut grew tenfold as black spots started taking over his vision. Butch tried shaking them away as he looked down at his stomach, his arms dropping on their own from around her neck. He swallowed, choking slightly on thick salvia mixed with blood, as he watched an impossibly long and bulky knife-like claw lodge itself firmly into his gut. The claw twisted around inside his body until the nail finally broke all the way through him, breaking through the skin of his back. Then, slowly, the claw began to pull out. With wide eyes, his head lulled up to meet Buttercup's stare once more.

Where bright, wonderful green eyes had just been, two ink-black eye sockets stared back. The stare was emotionless, but the corners of its mouth—whatever it was—was stretched out into a wide and grotesque smile with two pus-infected industrial staples keeping the corners of the smile permanently high up its face. It was almost cartoonish in style, but vaguely, it reminded Butch of HIM, how the demon's mouth would stretch up to its eyes when it was amused (or hungry).

The nightmare in front of him brought the blood-slick elongated claw up to its mouth, and a black tongue slithered out, wrapping its way around the nail. The blood that wasn't licked off dribbled down the creature's arm, where the black of its clawed hands gave way to the blistering and white skin of its arms. The creature sucked and licked contently, and with sick fascination (because he had never seen one of these things so up close before), Butch watched.

It had no nose or ears and only small tufts of hair covered its head. And it was horrible to look at, but Butch couldn't look away. Every inch of its large, awkwardly proportioned body was covered in peeling and blistered skin like it was suffering from a 3rd degree sunburn. When it noticed him watching, its' smile grew, irritating one of the staples that kept the corner of its mouth up, and Butch watched as pus began to ooze out of the wound.

"Butch," It cooed at him, "Oh, Butch!"

"Butch!" There was another scream, "I'm coming! Just hold on! Butch!"

"Buttercup lovesss you!" It giggled, "Oh yes, I doooo!"

Even though he absolutely knew that the thing in front of him wasn't at all his Buttercup (she was dead, he could remember that now), his traitorous heart still jumped at the admission. Or maybe, he was just dying. He couldn't tell. The last time he had died, he had just blown up. This was different altogether; it was like the Chemical-X in his body was frozen, unable to heal what was broken—it was just so cold all of a sudden. Where had the sun gone?

Butch's vision became darker and darker as the world around him swam. He slouched to the side, leaning onto his elbow, and tried to find his breath, barely responding to the sticky claw that tapped sharply against his cheek.

"Buttercup lovveesss you." The creature continued to coo as it began to push its' nail into the skin of his temple, "I lovvee you!"

"Hey, asshole—" There was a voice behind them as clear as day.

Startled, the creature looked over its shoulder with a hiss as Butch struggled to keep his eyes open. The figure was a tall green blob wearing a black hat, but Butch couldn't discern anything more. He was having a hard enough time remembering where his own feet were. Whoever the figure was, they snatched up the creature in front of him, grabbing it by its head like a bowling ball and holding its face up to the sky.

"—the sun's coming out." The green figure hissed, finishing their sentence, as the cloud from before finally moved away from the sun, continuing its lazy trek across the sky. The creature in the figure's grasp flailed about for a moment before it erupted into a high-pitched scream. The blistering on its' skin increased, bubbling as if the creature was being boiled alive.

Butch collapsed into a heap on the ground, too tired to support his own weight as he watched the creature's body bubble into a final convulsion. The gut of it exploded, a black substance spraying out, but the figure didn't seem interested in that as they chucked the monster's corpse far away and dropped to their knees in front of him.

"Butch!" They gasped, "Oh—Butch! I thought you were—shit, oh no, no, you're bleeding out! I—I need to get you to the Professor!" The figure in green, who smelt of sweat, blood, and something incredibly familiar and warm, scooped him up off the ground with a strength he had never thought a human could possess.

"Just stay with me, okay?" The figure pressed their foreheads together, their voice cracking, "Don't go just yet. I've got you now, okay? I'll protect you, I promise."

He tried answering, but his tongue was like cotton in his mouth.

"You're not dead yet," The figure whispered with a mouth pressed to the crown of his head, "we're not dead yet."

#long post #ppg greens #butchercup #my writing #hug prompts #whoa does Butch die?!? #idk #maybe request prompt 18 again or something sappy like that and find out #or something #i dunno just a suggestion #not like i've already planned out a f/u part 2 for this ficlet #no way that would be crazy lol #...unless? #thanks for playing bre!! #fox i hope you like this too!!

[morganaspendragonss]

i see darkness where you see light (3/?)

i am so sorry for the delay on this chapter, you have no idea how hard this one fought me. huge, huge thanks to my co-author, @tarlos-spain, for actually writing her own version of this chapter to help me along when i was incredibly blocked 💚

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Three days before TK is discharged from hospital, he’s handed a cane.

“You will need to come back once a week for therapy,” he’s told, “but we just want to get you started while you’re here. There are all sorts of resources for people with visual impairments, and we will give you a pack with all the information you need, but for now let’s get you started with the cane.”

It feels foreign in TK’s hand. He holds it like he’s never held anything before in his life, his grip weak and uncertain around it. He’s seen canes like this before so he has a decent idea of what it will look like—bright white and visible from a mile away, letting everyone know exactly what he is.

As if his face doesn’t give it away enough.

“We’ll start with a short walk down the hall,” the nurse continues, apparently oblivious to TK’s hesitation. “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow, and Carlos and myself will be with you the whole time.”

The corridor is barely twelve feet; a normal person would cross it in seconds.

It takes TK half an hour.

He’s humiliated and on the verge of tears when they finally make it back to his room, with more than his pride bruised. The nurse keeps up that fake upbeat attitude when she tells him he did good, and Carlos tries to soothe him gently, but all TK wants is to curl up and hide away from the world.

Which, now he thinks about it, is far easier than it used to be.

Silver linings.

“You’ll get there, babe,” Carlos murmurs, running his fingers through TK’s hair. “I know you will.”

In response, TK just sighs.

*

Carlos is exhausted. He doesn’t think he’s had a full night’s sleep since the attack, and between that and his injury from the other day, he’s well past overdue for some rest.

But TK needs him.

Carlos knows that he doesn’t sleep well either, nightmares plaguing him any time he tries. TK had joked once that he was glad for them because they allowed him to see again, but it doesn’t take a genius to read between the lines. TK’s face is still mostly protected by bandages, and his eyes… Well, they’re not as expressive as they used to be, but TK’s body language radiates fatigue and sadness.

The ever-present pain doesn’t help, and now TK seems terrified to so much as close his eyes if he’s alone.

“It’s dark all the time, babe,” he says one night, after gripping Carlos’s wrist tight enough to hurt when he stood up to leave. “I can’t… I don’t know… I don’t feel safe.”

Ever since then, either Carlos or Owen have spent the night at TK’s side, though it’s Carlos more often than not. He hates leaving TK as much as TK hates him leaving, so staying is hardly a hardship, even if he loses out on some sleep.

It’s just… It’s hard, and Carlos hates himself for even thinking it because, however difficult this is for him, it’s a million times worse for TK. Right now, his own feelings need to take a back seat; for him, not coping isn’t an option.

Besides, TK’s coming home in two days, and that’s going to be a whole new ballgame. Carlos has done his best to prepare things, but it’s kind of a twisted case of the blind leading the blind; he has no clue exactly what accommodations TK will need, and nor will he until they run into them. Probably literally, if that disastrous walk down the hall was any indication.

He’ll never admit it to TK, but he���d had to duck into the bathroom to cry after returning from the walk. It had hurt, so much, to watch TK’s hesitant shuffling steps, the way he hardly dared to pick his feet up for fear of putting them down in the wrong place. Every time Carlos had to steady him, every time TK’s face flashed with self-hatred and shame, had driven the knife in his heart ever deeper, until it became impossible to hold the emotions back any longer.

And Carlos had seen what TK could not.

Stares, coming from every direction. Curious, sympathetic, pitying—Carlos had seen all flavours, and not only directed at TK. some were wholly fixed on him, the people behind them feeling pity for him being saddled with a blind, scarred boyfriend.

Carlos had wanted to scream at them, but that would have meant TK finding out, which would have been worse than the stares themselves. Carlos wouldn’t let that happen.

He won’t, period.

That doesn’t mean TK isn’t aware, however.

“What if they make it worse?” he says out of nowhere, his fingers tracing over the scars on his face. The doctors had wanted to do one facial reconstruction surgery before they discharged him to repair the worst of the damage, but it had come with one distinct caveat—TK’s face would never be the same again.

Acid burns go too deep, they’d explained, and there are only so many miracles that can be worked.

Carlos knows that TK had understood this in theory. But having to confront the reality of it himself, especially for someone who once relied on his good looks and charm (TK’s words), had been a heavy blow. TK has been unnervingly quiet ever since, and it’s worrying him.

“What do you mean?” Carlos asks, moving from his chair to sit on the edge of TK’s bed. He presses his arm to TK’s back and slides it up until his arm is over his shoulder—another thing he’s learned to do ever since the attack. TK doesn’t do well with sudden touches anymore.

He waves a hand over his face. “They’ve already said that I won’t be me again.”

“TK…”

“I won’t. What if something goes wrong and they make it worse? I can’t… People look at me enough as it is, I know they do. What if—”

“Stop it.”

TK clenches his jaw and tenses under Carlos’s arm. “I’m right, you know I am. You know better than me that I’m right.”

“TK, you’re still you,” Carlos stresses, tugging TK closer. “People might stare, but it’s only because they don’t understand who you are; the people who love you know. Your looks never defined you, especially not to me.”

To his surprise, TK barks a harsh laugh. “No?”

Carlos frowns. “What?”

“Relationships don’t work without attraction,” TK says, almost robotically. “Why else did you hit on me that night if not because of the way I looked? How many times have you talked about my eyes? Maybe I’m not just a pretty face to you, but you can’t deny that it was one of the reasons you were with me.”

“Babe…” Carlos shakes his head; he thought they’d covered this already. “Babe, stop, you know that’s not—”

But, just then, they’re interrupted by the nurses coming by to take TK to surgery, and Carlos is forced to drop the topic. His heart sinks to his shoes as he watches them leave, and tears start to slip uncontrollably down his cheeks.

He doesn’t know how to do this. He doesn’t know how to convince TK all over again that he’s worth it—that he’ll always be worth it, with or without his sight.

As soon as Carlos is sure that TK is out of earshot, he lets go, and finally lets out the loud sobs he’s been holding back all week.

*

They still haven’t talked about it.

The operation went as well as could be expected, but aside from TK’s demands to know what he looks like, they haven’t talked about what happened in the hospital. Carlos is planning to bring it up as soon as they’re both settled, but, as it turns out, he doesn’t get a chance.

“SURPRISE!”

The shout they’re greeted with shocks them both into stillness at first, but Carlos recovers quickly. He doesn’t know why the team thought it would be a good idea to throw a surprise party, nor how they even got into his house in the first place, and he’s just about to tell them to knock it off when his attention is grabbed by something far more important.

TK’s grip on his elbow has tightened dramatically and he seems to be using Carlos’s body as a shield against the world. And, this time, Carlos can understand why; the team have begun to move forward, well wishes pouring from their lips, their hands reaching out to ruffle TK’s hair or touch his shoulder, and, god, he knows they mean well, but—

A crash sounds at Carlos’s back and all the voices quiet. Carlos would be grateful, but he’s suddenly, acutely aware that TK’s no longer holding onto him. He spins around, and he all but breaks at the sight in front of him—TK is sprawled on the ground, clearly having tripped over the side table, and his hands are clamped over his ears, his breaths coming quick and fast and his body shaking.

“Is he okay?” Mateo starts, but he’s shut up by a knock on the chest from Marjan.

Carlos drops to his knees and starts talking in hushed tones, waiting for TK’s nod to reach out to him. TK grabs him with an almost painful strength, and Carlos just holds him close, pressing kisses and reassurances into his hair.

The team files out without needing to be told, but the damage has already been done.

And all Carlos can do, he realises, is be there.

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