#he's completely flooded places before when getting carried away so he tries to be more disciplined

[paint-the-walls-white]

Sweet Simon Riley

I've been desperate for some good smut lately, then I remembered I have capable hands lol.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Daddy kink, body worship, praise, pet names, overstimulation, breeding kink (lil bit)

After coming home from a long day at work, you dropped your purse and shoes at the door and slumped on the couch. A single encounter with a co-worker had ruined your entire day:

"Oh! Congratulations! Are you excited?"

You looked at her puzzled, "For what?"

"You know!" She gestured at your stomach, "When is the baby coming?"

A sour feeling had made it's way into your gut. "I'm.. I'm not pregnant."

She just awkwardly smiled and waved you off.

'What the hell?'

You grabbed at your soft stomach.. It was true you put on a little weight, but you hade been stressed out!

You sighed, walking into the bathroom where you inspected yourself in the mirror. Your stretch marks had become more prominent.. and you could see some cellulite forming on your thighs..

Tears flooded from your eyes. 'Maybe I should diet.. I've already eaten plenty today..'

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your husband Simon come through the front door, calling out for you,

"Lovie? y' home?"

"Yeah!" You called back to him, stepping into the bedroom to change into looser fitting clothes.

Simon walked into the bedroom and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Hi sweet heart," he brushed his hand over your tear streaked cheek, "What's wrong baby? Why were you crying?"

You sniffed dramatically, "Oh.. nothing just allergies.." You tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity of it made you glance away, giving up your lie.

"What's really wrong love?" Simon cupped your cheeks in your face. you couldn't help but notice how much of your face he was holding, making you sob,

"I-It's so stupid..! It's not something for you to worry about.." You forcefully pushed his hands off your cheeks and walked of to hide in the bathroom.

He tried to follow in behind you, worried and slightly hurt.

"Love. you need t' tell me wha's wrong. Righ' Now."

You quietly said what the issue was, but he didn't hear you. "What baby?"

"I-I feel fat, Ok? and I feel ugly... And your gonna leave me because I'm getting fat!"

You heard nothing on the other side of the door, so you cracked it open to see Simon with complete shock across his face. He regained composure and chuckled lightly.

"Lovie, yer no' fat. Yer thick and gorgeous and M' not gonna leave you because yer body is changin'."

He pulled you in, firmly squeezing your ass before throwing you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

"S-Simon! Put me down-! I'm heavy!"

Simon slapped a heavy hand to your ass, chuckling at the whine what escaped your lips.

"Yer like a sack of flour. I got no problem carrying ya, which is why M' gonna fuck these awful thoughts out yer head."

You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed, enjoying the treatment.

"M' gonna prove to ya yer' beautiful by worshipping every inch of your skin tonight,"

He dragged his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. He watched as her eyes saddened at the sight of his firm build, dark thoughts clouding her mind once again.

"Eyes up 'ere beautiful,"

Simon carefully peeled her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight, "Fuck, yer gorgeous," he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, caging her with his arms on the mattress.

"So fuckin' pretty Lovie.." He groped at her skin, relishing in her soft moans and whimpers as he kissed down her stomach, gingerly pulling off the rest of her clothes.

"Si-monn.. " she whimpered, gripping his hair tightly as he pressed firm kisses against each stretch mark on her soft stomach. He continued down her naval where he started sucking and biting at her skin.

"Yer so beautiful.. God I could look at you forever.. Fuck I have to taste you.." Simon licked at her clit, groaning at her sweet flavor as he pressed a finger against her entrance, sinking it down to the knuckle.

She arched her back, pressing into his face firmly as his nose swiped at her clit and he shoved his tongue into her. He groaned at her flavor on his tongue and locked eyes with her.

"That's it baby girl.. Eyes on me," He sunk two fingers into her, causing her to moan his name loudly, "Cum on my fingers like a good girl... cum for Daddy,"

She whimpered as the coil in her core rapidly started tightening until it snapped, creaming on his fingers.

Tears of pleasure pricked her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She watched as he pressed his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off before he lapped her clean.

"Simon-! Pleasee.. I need it..!" She squeezed her thighs around his head, making him groan into her skin.

"So fuckin' needy.. Beg for it.. Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock.."

He pulled his meaty dick from his boxers, rubbing the head of it on her spent cunt.

"Please..! I need it so bad..!"

"Then admit it.. Admit yer fuckin gorgeous.. Admit how fuckin' beautiful you are beggin' to be fucked like this.."

She whimpered as the head of his cock was pressed in, unmoving. She whined that she was pretty, that she was gorgeous and begged once again,

"Please Daddy.. please put it in..!"

She threw her head back as his girthy cock stretched her wide, feeling every vein and ripple as he pressed into her gummy cervix.

"Fuck.. yer pretty little cunt wraps so fuckin' perfect around me.. Fuckin made for me.."

He pulled out of her slowly, relishing in her sweet whines as he pressed back in, again and again until he was pounding her at a bruising pace.

He lifted a leg over his shoulder and bit into her thigh repeatedly, leaving dark marks in her skin. Simon pressed his chest to hers, making her see stars. He groaned as she squeezed around him tightly, clawing at his back.

"S-Simon-! I'm cumming!"

"Fuck.. I feel it.. yer squeezin me so tight Doll.." He groaned into her shoulder, stuffing her full of his seed as he bit into her neck.

He pulled his half-hard cock from her soaked hole, stuffing his seed back into her with two fingers. Simon lifted her knees to her chest.

"Stay like this.. I don' want you wasting a fuckin' drop.."

She nodded weakly, mewling each time he pressed his seed back into her.

A minute had passed before she was breathing somewhat normally, her mind clear from the fog of pleasure.

It made her entirely to aware of the way her skin was folding in her mid section..

"Hey, stay with me Lovie, I'm not done with you yet. I see that look in yer' eye." He sneered, flipping her onto her knees, pressing her face to the pillows,

"I'm not gonna stop until you can't even think about it.. In fact.." He harshly rubbed her clit, stuffing his cock into her without warning, causing her eyes to widen and a surprised moan to escape, "I'm not gonna stop until you can't think at all,"

She whined and whimpered at the force of his dick pressing against her cervix. It would have been painful if she hadn't been sopping wet from both of their fluids.

"Si-monnn.. pleasee.."

He pressed his cock deep into her, groaning as she squeezed around him tightly, cumming from the intrusion.

"Fuck.. that's it.. cum on my cock beautiful.."

She bit into the pillow, overstimulated and so aroused it almost hurt. But the mind blowing pleasure from him pounding into her from behind and tightly gripping her hips for leverage, made it impossible to focus on anything but what he was doing to her.

Tears flooded from her eyes, drooling on the pillow as he rutted into her, praising her body and kissing her shoulder.

"So fucking gorgeous taking my cock.. Fuck.. Im gonna fill you so fucking much.. Are you ready for it?"

She mumbled incoherently, prompting him to pull her up gently from the pillow by her hair,

"Say that again beautiful?"

"Y-yes...Simonn..pleasee.."

He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed her clit harshly.

"Fuck.. take it all.. I'm gonna fuckin breed you.. Show that bitch how fuckin sexy you are pregnant or not.. Fuckk.."

Her eyes rolled into her head as he fucked his load into her, squeezing around his cock as he forced another orgasm from her.

"You're so fuckin beautiful when you cum for me baby girl.. "

He pulled out of her, easing her down on the bed and laying next to her, pulling her close to his chest.

She pressed her cheek against his hot skin as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Th-Thank you.. You didn't have to do that.."

She looked at him, eyes glossed over from the pleasure. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course I did, you needed to feel beautiful.. And Im gonna make you feel beautiful every hour of every day, over and over again,"

He pinned her down on the mattress, ready to go again. She just smiled contently, happy to have the most perfect man she could ask for.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #2nd person pov #3rd person pov #smut #daddy's good girl #bde #body posititivity

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 11

Theo had been working on the suit I would wear on the climb, it was brilliant, lightweight, but would carry everything I needed to take with me. Thermal on the inside for when I got too high up, along with a mask attached to the inside with access to oxygen, a parachute compact enough that I shouldn’t have struggled with the extra weight, and several secure compartments to keep any supplies I needed. The most important thing about it, was it was free from anything electronic.

     I couldn’t stop thinking about that night with Optimus though. Everything about it was beautiful. Learning about Spark-sharing, the endless possibilities for it to save lives and connect two Autobots for eternity; it was amazing. I wanted to know more, I wanted to learn everything I could about Optimus, I wanted to know what made him the way he was and what he wanted to do in the future.

     We had gone out every evening that week to watch the sun go down and get to know each other. I told him about my childhood, he told me about his, we discussed menial things, things that made me feel normal and without masses of pressure being put on my shoulders.

     It was the one thing putting a dampener on everything. I was behaving as if this was my last few days on earth. There was every possibility that it was, but I was trying to see past the ship arriving on Earth. I was trying to see the days afterwards, trying so hard to believe I might have been able to get back to my old life.

     ‘And I’ve made sure you’ve got some adrenaline shots in reserve.’ Theo suddenly said, placing the small silver case in front of me on the desk and breaking my thoughts. ‘I wouldn’t recommend taking any more than three and even that I think is pushing it, but you’ve got five to get you through the last leg.’

     ‘Thanks.’ I said, clearing my throat and pushing my glasses up my nose while I took some notes.

     Theo sighed and sat in front of me. ‘Look, you can pull out of this, you know.’ My head snapped up to look at him. ‘If you think you won’t make it, you can always walk away, there’s no shame in it.’

     ‘How can you say that?’ I almost hissed, surprising Theo. ‘Theo, you and I have gone over the specs for that ship a thousand times, even the Autobots won’t get through that shielding, by the time they’ve found a way, it’ll be too late. I have to make the climb, if I don’t, if I don’t even try… that’s the end.’

     Theo frowned a little. ‘And what about you? What happens to you afterwards?’

     ‘I don’t know.’

     ‘No? Because it feels like my friend is going up there with no intention of coming back.’ Theo snapped and left the lab.

     I hadn’t realised how tense we’d both gotten in such a short space of time, but in a way, we were both right. No one else was going to make it up there, but I wasn’t the only one who thought it was a one way trip.

     I could feel the eyes of not just the base, but everyone who knew about the mission, on me, constantly. Lennox tried to keep me focused on the wall and training. We kept it a little lighter in the remaining week, but my worry was that I had still yet to complete thirty thousand feet. I knew he was worried as well, and Epps struggled to hide his concern.

     I left my lab early the night before the ship was due to arrive in Earth’s atmosphere. I didn’t dare turn on any news or listen to any outside noise, I needed all the focus I could get before the morning.

     I could see almost all of the Autobots talking outside their hanger, Ironhide glanced over when Hound indicated I was standing across the base. He began making his way over and fear began to flood my limbs.

     He kneeled down in front of me, and I could see kindness in his features the same way I saw it in all the Autobots. He really was on our side.

     ‘Lennox has told us that you have not made the thirty thousand foot climb in training yet.’ He said. I looked down disappointed in myself more than anything. ‘I’m sure Optimus will tell you the same thing tomorrow, but while I’ve got the chance to say it myself: we’re all counting on you, and we all believe the Earth is in no safer hands than yours. We’ll do our part and we’ll buy you all the time you need, you just make that climb. Good luck. We’ll be waiting for you at the bottom.’

     I looked up at the weapons expert’s face. ‘Thank you.’ It was the best I could muster in the state I was in.

     Ironhide nodded and stood to head back to the hanger where almost every Autobot was watching me. My heart began racing nervously, I needed some space to breathe.

     The familiar sound of Optimus revved behind me, and it ignited something in the core of my being. I turned to see him opening the door for me to hop in. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. We had spent almost every night together on the hill side since our second date, we talked, he motivated me when I felt my fear getting the better of me, and he would make me come.

     Optimus had found all my weaknesses and exploited them gloriously at every turn. The strangeness of the situation hadn’t even seeped into my mind until that night. I was, in the simplest terms, in love with a truck. He was so much more than that, I could feel the life surging through him, he wasn’t scrap metal, he wasn’t a robot, he was a beautiful creature that had more human qualities than one would have expected.

     I had tried so hard not to fall for him, but he was rather charming when he wanted to be, he listened, he learned about me with a genuine curiosity, and he thought I was beautiful as well. What more could I have asked for?

     ‘I sense you are in need of something different on the eve of battle.’ Optimus said as we arrived at the same spot at the top of the hill.

     I sighed, getting out and listened to him transform into his full form, kneeling as he always did to speak to me.

     ‘What can I do for you?’ He asked and I felt like breaking there and then. Was he really asking me that? Was he really that kind?

     ‘Can you turn back time so that I never came here?’ I joked, but Optimus’s face dropped.

     ‘I would not want to.’ He said, sincerely. ‘If you never came here, we would never have met.’

     I let my gaze drop to the floor for a moment. ‘I know.’ I whispered. ‘I’m terrified.’

     ‘You would be foolish not to be. But the fact that you are willing to give everything to save your planet anyway, that is the mark of a true warrior.’

     I shook my head. ‘I’m not a warrior.’ I told him. His head tilted confused. ‘I’m an engineer. A scientist. My greatest strength will always be my mind, but even that has it’s limits. What if I can’t do this?’

     Optimus thought for a moment, looking out at the beautiful orange sun as it began to descend in the sky.

     ‘What is it to be human?’ He asked, making me frown.

     ‘Erm…’ I half laughed. ‘I don’t think I could sum it up in a few words. It’s about making mistakes, getting up when you get knocked down, it’s about connection with others, it’s about trying. I suppose those are the main points. Trying.’

     ‘I have learned much from you, Jane.’ He leaned closer. ‘But the most important thing I have come to understand about the human race: there is no limit to your potential. That is what I saw in you the day we met. I know you see the same thing in others around you and you believe it is worth fighting for. I will fight for your beliefs until my dying second, but only if you will fight along side me.’ Optimus placed his hand next to me, his blue eyes staring into my soul. ‘Will you fight with me tomorrow? Will you fight for the potential of the human race?’

     My body felt like it was about to take off. ‘Yes.’ I breathed. Yes, I would fight for humanity. Yes, I would fight for what I believed. Yes, I would fight for tomorrow.

     Optimus sat with me for the rest of the night until the sun disappeared behind the horizon. It would be a long trip the next day, but if I had Optimus Prime on my side, then I knew I could do it.

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#optimus prime fanfic #optimus prime transformers #optimus prime x ofc #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader

[theghostlycoyote]

a flood of blood (blossoms) to the heart

by me :) aka @coyotecrackers

NOW COMPLETED!

Summary:

Danny Fenton is tasked with investigating a warehouse full of blood blossoms. Jake Long is also tasked with investigating a warehouse full of blood blossoms. What happens when fate (and a warehouse full of blood blossoms) brings these young heroes together?

Tags: crossover, minor injuries, minor violence

WC: 16,453

Chapters: 4/4 (Ch 4 out now!)

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This is a Danny Phantom and American Dragon: Jake Long crossover fic, all born from the amazing art created by @ryd3rthest4r for Ecto-Implosion 2023

Find their art here:

Tumblr || Instagram || Ch 2 of the fic on AO3

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Chapter 4 Sneak Peak:

Jake feels like he really knocked it out of the park with this one. By destroying all these flowers, he gets to do his job as the guardian of magical creatures and thwart the Huntsclan all in one fell swoop. He’s still not really sure what they wanted all of this for, but they were obviously hurting Danny, so if he can at least stop them from doing that, he’ll call it a win.

His satisfaction, however, is currently completely overcast with the worry and fear he feels for Spud’s safety. He feels guilty for not keeping track of his friend. Who is he to call himself a protector when he can’t even protect those close to him? Spud could be anywhere, and they’ve already searched a lot of the warehouse.

As he ignites another small pile of the seemingly endless red blossoms — and seriously, Jake’s never seen this many flowers in his whole life — he glances back at the ghost behind him. Danny seems to be doing slightly better. He’s starting to favor his injured side less often, and he even looks like he’s gained some color.

That surprises Jake. He didn’t remember Shackles Jack being this… lively. Danny did say he was different from other ghosts. Jake would have to remember what that meant when this is all over.

Ready to start gathering another pile of flowers, Jake continues forward, taking a sharp turn around a giant stack of boxes. He jumps back immediately, shushing Trixie as she tries to ask a question. Danny just raises an eyebrow at him.

“Huntsclan,” he whispers as quietly as he can. Around the corner are just under a dozen Huntsclan members, all carrying mean looking weapons and looking like they were on the prowl for something. Jake would bet money that he knows what they’re looking for.

His skin tingles at the promise of a fight, but he still feels uneasy about where Spud might be. He wants to find his friend and make sure he’s safe before he gets into an all out brawl with the Huntsclan. With all his friends in one place, including Danny, he’ll be able to keep an eye on all of them easier, and protect them if the Huntsclan tries to start something.

Luckily, it doesn’t seem like the hunters spotted him. He’ll avoid them for now, and come back after he’s found Spud. He at least knows where they are. He motions silently at Trixie and Danny to start moving in the other direction, and they follow his lead in sneaking quietly away.

Jake’s plan goes up in smoke when, in front of them, from around another corner, three more Huntsclan members appear. There’s no time for them to hide or get out of the way, and there’s a brief moment where both groups are frozen, just staring at each other.

Then, unfortunately, the Huntsclan makes the first move. One of them points at Jake and shouts loudly, “It’s the American Dragon! He’s with the ghost!”

“Crud,” Danny groans.

“Aw, man,” Jake says, hearing the larger Huntsclan group behind them rally themselves. They’re surrounded.

#danny phantom #phanart #ectoimplosion2023 #coyote writes #crossover #american dragon jake long #dpxadjl #fanfic #a flood of blood (blossoms) to the heart #chapter 4 #now complete

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Does Savage Raph (or savage Rafa in this case) exist in Same Story Different Font

Unfortunately yes.

The incident that first caused it happened only three years since the lab fire. Putting the boys at five, four and three.

It was winter time and the sewers were flooded.

The lair had been flooded as well.

The barely functioning electricity had gone out as well, taking out the few space heaters Leonardo had found over the past two years.

The lair was flooded, and freezing cold

They couldnt stay there.

So Leonardo was trying to take the kids up to the surface (with a plan to hide in a warehouse of some kind. Snag a few more heaters and blankets and they would be okay until spring.)

Well that didnt happen.

The flood waters were too strong, and Rafa got swept away into the depths of the sewer system.

His terrified scream, muffled with the raging water will haunt Leonardo for the rest of his life.

And Leonardo was fucking screwed.

As much as he wanted to, he couldnt go after Rafa. Then Leon, Dani and Michel would be put in serious danger. (They were so tiny, shivering in the cold while wailing as their big brother got swept into the darkness) He couldnt just leave them alone in the cold FLOODING sewer tunnel to go look for Rafa. They would get swept away as well.

Or worse...

So Leonardo kept going to the surface, despite how his children sobbed and begged for him to go looking for Rafa. Despite how his own tears were freezing to his face. He didnt want to abandon his baby, but he had to find somewhere safe and warm to drop the kids off. (Note this was before the family met Hueso, because if they had known Hueso by this point then Leonardo could've left the kids with him and go looking for Rafa. Hell Hueso would've definitely HELPED look for Rafa. But it would be several more years before they meet the yokai)

Once Leonardo found an empty, warmish warehouse to hide Leon Dani and Michel he went straight back into the sewers to look for Rafa.

But there were so many tunnels, they all looked exactly the same in the dark, freezing sewer.

It didnt help that Leon and Michel both got sick the next day, like pneumonia levels sick.

That meant that Leonardo's already hurried searches got even shorter. Now he couldnt stay away from his kids for long.

And when he was away he had to find medicine, food and blankets.

All while trying desperately not to have a panic attack because of the cold reminding him of the Footclan Ambush that ended left him with a cracked shell, messed up throat, fucked up knee and in a three month coma.

And it absolutely pained Leonardo that he couldnt look for his son as much as he should. But what could he do? He was stuck between a rock and a hard place while being completely alone.

(He couldn't have carried Rafa because he was already carrying the other three and he wouldnt have been able to climb the ladder to the surface. He cant spend hours searching for Rafa because Leon and Michel could DIE without medicine and heat, Dani needed food because he was so small. What if someone found them while he was gone? What if they got kidnapped or killed? What if the power went out and they all froze to death? What if Leonardo gets injured while looking for Rafa and cant get back to his kids?)

It took two weeks to find Rafa.

He was filthy, covered in scrapes and bruises. Freezing cold and barely alive.

But Leonardo didnt care, his child was alive!

However when Rafa got all warmed up a few days later he started hissing.

His eyes were completely white, covered by the third eyelid.

Making him look feral

Leonardo tried to calm him down (he knows how terrifying it is to wake up in a new place you've never been in before when you dont know how you got there) but Rafa didnt calm down.

He bit Leonardo on the arm. Harder than he's ever had before.

Blood was drawn and it was already starting to bruise.

Every time Leonardo tried to calm him down he was just hissing, growling, kicking and clawing at his father. Trying to get away.

He was scared, he was so obviously scared. (Even without his fear stink you could tell how TERRIFIED he was)

So Leonardo decided to let him settle down for a few days.

Things got worse when Dani tried to run over, to see his big brother.

But Rafa lunged at him, teeth and claws bared and ready to maim.

Ready to kill.

The only reason Dani is still alive is because Leonardo put himself between the kids.

Rafa bit his arm again.

This time he actually managed to break bone.

(Leonardo couldnt stop himself from yelling in pain this time.)

It became obvious that Rafa didn't recognize him.

He didn't even recognize his brothers...

So he had to be kept separated from them for awhile. (He was kept in a small room filled with blankets and stuffed animals)

Imagine having to explain to a crying FOUR YEAR OLD that he cant see his big brother that's been lost for two weeks because he doesnt recognize him and absolutely will attack him out of fear.

Dani had never cried so hard in his life.

And neither had Leonardo.

Leon and Michel were sick, Rafa was too volatile for anyone but Leonardo to be near, their home was flooded and they were freezing cold.

That was definitely one of the worst nights the family ever had, right up there with Shredder's attack of the lair and the Krang Invasion.

And the entire situation could've been avoided (or at least not as bad) if Leonardo was with his family.

Donnie could've been taking care of Leon and Michel. Raph, Mikey, Casey could've helped looked for Rafa. Splinter could go out and get more food and blankets, and help watch over Dani. April could've used her psychic powers to get Rafa out of the Savage mode quicker. (She did it before with Splinter)

The entire situation would've been fine if theu were there.

But they werent

Leonardo was completely alone.

He was only one person trying to juggle about five hundred problems at once.

And at the age of 20 he had thought several times he would have to bury a child.

He truly considers that night to be one of his biggest failures as a parent.

Even though it wasnt his fault.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #this au has so much angst potential :3

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods: Little Traditions - 3

Little Traditions: A Sam Wilson Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Lots of food talk and cooking

Synopsis: Since the blip and Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America, Sam’s life has been chaotic.  It’s not enough that the world has moved on in the five years he’d gone, and that he’d missed so much, now he has to live with everything it means to be Captain America.  He feels like he’s losing all the things that make him him.  A venture to the supermarket to recreate one of his parents famous recipes brings him to you.

Chapter 3

The recipe had been a success.  The end product had been exactly as Sam had remembered it, and even from the first mouthful, he was inundated with memories.  The way certain scents and flavors acted as a time machine was always a shock to Sam.  He’d be going along, completely normally and then the scent of soap will smack him right back to five-years-old playing in the bath at his grandma’s when he went there for sleepovers with his cousins.  Or he’d take a bite of stuffing and be at his Titi’s for Thanksgiving with the rest of the family around him.

This recipe had done exactly that.  Even as he cooked, the memory of being outside with his cousins and the kids from the neighborhood, throwing a football around while his dad cooked in a huge outside boiler, flooded in.  Every boil, all the other men there would tell his dad that he was doing it wrong, but when the crawfish was spread out on the table, no one ever had any complaints.

Eating crawfish was messy and noisy and the flavors were strong and distinct.  The whole process was like a little ritual.  After the scent of the creole spiced liquid was strong in the air you drained off the cooked crawfish, corn, and potatoes, and either poured them straight on the lined table or into a huge serving bowl.  Then everyone would just go in free for all. You tore the crawfish in half and sucked the stuff out of its head, before digging the meat out of the tail.  It wasn’t just a meal - it was an event.

Serving them up to Sarah, AJ, Cass, and Bucky was enough to bring back all those memories, but hosting the boil the following weekend was like he’d traveled back in time and inhabited the body of his father.

The kids of the neighborhood were hanging off Bucky and throwing around a football.  People from the neighborhood had brought around pies, beignets, salads, jambalaya, red beans and rice, and baskets of crusty bread rolls.  A lot of the older guys kept coming over and eyeing the pot suspiciously.  Sam had never felt as much like his father as he did right now.

“What kind of peppers did you put in there?” Gideon asked, lifting the lid and looking inside. “It don’t smell right.”

“It smells just fine,” Sam said, unable to take the smile off his face.  “Put the lid back on.”

“That should have lemons in it,” Jim added as he looked over Gideon’s shoulder.

Sam reached over and snapped down the lid. “It’s perfect.  Just like dad used to make.”

“Your dad used to make it wrong too,” Jim said.

Sam started laughing and tried to herd the men away from the pot when he saw you coming around the corner, carrying a large wooden bowl.  “Buck!  Can you keep everyone away from this pot?”

Bucky laughed and took Sam’s place as guard, as Sam went to greet you.  “Hey!  You made it,” he said.  He wasn’t sure how he should greet someone who he’d just met at a grocery store but had invited around as a kind of pre-date.  Was a kiss on the cheek too familiar?  Thankfully, you leaned in to kiss him hello before there was an awkward dance about what to do.

“It’s not every day you get invited to Captain America’s crawfish boil,” she said.  “Imagine trying to explain to anyone that you turned that invitation down.”

Sam laughed.  “Well as long as it got you here,” he said.  “I have to admit; after I asked you, I realized what a weird position I put you in.  I’m sorry about that.”

You shook your head.  “Yes, next time we should go out somewhere.  That’s far more traditional.”

“Who needs tradition anyway?” Sam joked.

“Oh, I don't know.  It looks like you have a pretty good tradition starting here,” you said and gestured around the yard.  “There's a lot of people here. And they look like they're having a great time.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, looking around the yard.  “You're right.  This was something my folks used to do when I was a kid.  It was to celebrate the first big catch of the season.  I remember loving it, so I wanted to get it started again.  I didn't realize how much I missed it.”

You smiled, your whole expression softening as you listened to him talk.  The term warm smile was not unfamiliar to Sam, but he'd always associated it with the big friendly ones someone gave when greeting a friend they were happy to see.  Your smile was different.  It was soft and subtle but there was something about it that reminded him of coals smoldering in a fire pit.  It was warm in an almost literal sense.  It made it look like you glowed.

“That's lovely, Sam,” you said.  “Everyone needs traditions like that.  And on that note -” you held up the bowl to him “- I brought potato salad.  It's the German kind.  I always bring it to cookouts and barbeques I'm invited to.  It doesn’t always get eaten, but I can always guarantee no one else has brought any.”

“I guess you've never been to a barbeque in Germany then,” he teased, taking the bowl from you.

“No, I have actually, but in Germany, I bring the American kind,” you said, making Sam laugh.

“Come on, we’ll put that on the table and I’ll introduce you to my sister,” Sam said, gesturing to the table.

You followed him over to where a woman was talking to the Fishers from down the street.  Sam made the introductions and when he mentioned that he met you at the grocery store just the other day, Sarah shot him a very confused expression.

“Oh you can say that thought out loud,” you said.  “It’s super weird.  I nearly said no.  It was a reluctant yes, wasn’t it?”

Sam suddenly felt ten percent hotter than he did a second ago and he covered his eyes with his hand. “Don’t rub it in.”

Thankfully Sarah started laughing, and just like that the ice was broken.  “Sam, you better go put those crawfish on, everyone’s getting hungry,” Sarah said.  “I’ll show your friend around.”

“Alright,” Sam said.  “Be nice.”

Sam grabbed the huge crate of crawfish and carried it over to the pot.  “Oh thank god,” Bucky said.  “People kept coming over and asking what I knew about doing a crawfish boil when I told them not to touch it.”

“What did you tell them? Sam asked.

“I said I didn’t know anything about it, but I knew a lot about severing hands from arms,” Bucky answered.

“Bucky!” Sam groaned.  “For god’s sake.  Can you maybe not threaten to dismember my friends.”

“Only the hands,” Bucky said.  “And I obviously wasn’t going to actually do it.”

“Yeah, yeah, take the lid off the pot would you?”

Bucky complied and Sam poured the tiny crayfish into the pot.  When the lid was back on Bucky went to join Sarah as she introduced you to everyone.  He watched as you easily engaged with everyone, even making Bucky laugh, which was something Sam only saw on rare occasions where Bucky not only felt at ease but also happy.  It was a rare combination, and Sam was glad Bucky seemed to feel that way with you.  Sam didn’t doubt his ability to read people, for a while it had been his job to do that, but it was always good to have such clear validation.

Sam wasn’t quite so sure about how close Bucky was standing to his sister, but the guy did seem to like to stand right up in people’s personal spaces, so Sam tried not to think too much about it.

When the crawfish were done, he pulled out the basket, shook off the excess liquid, and carried it to the long tables.  “Grubs up!” he called as he spread the crawfish, corn, and potatoes down the length of the table.

The kids all got there first, all of them yelling as they charged up to the table and grabbed handfuls of the crawfish, and started ripping them in half.  The adults weren’t far behind.  A few grabbed paper plates, but most ate the food straight from the table as it should be done.  His heart felt full.

You stepped up beside him, grabbing some corn.  “Looks like everyone is enjoying it,” you said.

“Oh they’re all going to tell me it’s wrong,” Sam said, with a large smile as he picked up one of the small crayfish.  “But that’s part of it, isn’t it?”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” you asked.

“I really am,” he agreed.  “I think getting caught up with the Avengers and now Captain America, I lost sight of all this.  All the little things that make your family your family.  You know?”

“I know exactly what you mean,” you replied.  “All the big holidays - they’re the things that unite cultures but the point of them can get lost, and they can become more of a burden than a celebration.  These little ones?  They unite families and communities.  The real reason for them always stays, because it’s so personal.”

Sam looked at you with a feeling somewhat akin to awe.  “That’s it exactly,” he said.  “I need the things that connect me to these people.”

“And me apparently,” you teased.

“Yes, and you,” Sam laughed.  “It’s important to have connections with random people you meet at supermarkets.”

You laughed with him and nudged him with your arm.  It was a simple, yet familiar gesture and it made Sam warm from the inside out.  “Does that mean I get invited next year when you do this?”

“Well I don’t know,” Sam said, coyly.  “I feel like we should go on a date before I decide that.  A proper one.”

“Wow,” you teased.  “Holding my invitation hostage for a date. Is that how it’s going to be?”

“It’s how it is,” Sam said.  “What do you say?  Next Friday?  I can take you somewhere nice.”

You smiled softly, that same warm feeling settling on your features again. “Friday?  How traditional of you.”

“You know me,” Sam said. “I do love tradition.”

“Okay,” you said.  “I’d love to.’

“Great,” he said and finally tore the crawfish he had in hand.  “I’m glad we agreed to that before you saw me start eating things.  There are no take-backs now.”

You burst into laughter as he sucked the head of the crawfish.  You took it as your queue to start eating too.  Sam felt good.  He felt like he was finding himself a little more every day, and if he could do that, the rest would be easier, and he wouldn’t feel like he was carrying that shield alone.

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#marvel #avengers #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #falcon #falcon fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #small gods #little traditions

[lala1267]

Death wish (Part 3 final)

Very short paragraph cause I'm not bothered sorry.

Warnings: smoking. Idk if there is any other ones. Btw it'd not proof read cause I'm so tired.

I struggled to walk in the damp cold street, my hair was messy, tears ran down my face, and a cigarette was in between my fingers. I was a mess. The thoughts of Jerry ran through my head, how he took advantage of me, how he used me like an object. The fact that I couldn't defend myself. I was a sexy girl but no man had ever done that to me. My legs were aching and my head was banging. Nothing felt real, I didn't feel alive. I inhaled my cigarette as dark thoughts flooded my head. I never trusted myself when I was alone and sad since I would do whatever came to mind, even if it means escaping this world. I had no hope in life, nothing good has happened for the past few months. I wanted to leave this stupid world, no one wanted me here so why not. I had promised Elvis that I wouldn't do what I did but I wasn't sure if I could live up to that promise. My head was spinning, I heard Jerry's manipulative voice in my head, the scene played over and over in my head. It was night time, and I was walking in the street in a nightgown that was ripped and shortened. I was barefoot and walking on a cold road. I heard a car behind me, I didn't care. The car drove next to me. I heard a familiar voice shout out.

"Honey are ya ok, what did he do to ya!" The voice was deep and sexy. I turned to look and it was Elvis, he had a worried expression on his face. I just shook my head at him in disbelief and carried on walking.

"Please tell me honey." He said in a soft and comforting tone. I took a deep breath before I turned to look at him with my watery eyes.

"You weren't there to protect me, I sent you a voicemail, you ignored my call, you betrayed me!" I yelled as the cigarette smoke escaped my mouth. Elvis had a guilty look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to talk to you after what you did, but I'm here now." He said with guilt. I just carried on walking as the waterfall of tears came again.

"Please get in and tell me what happened."

"When did you get my voicemail?" I said completely ignoring what he said.

"I only just listened to it before I came out to look for you, I knew I should have listened to it earlier but I'm sorry, I wasn't in a good mood. Please get in" he said as he looked into my blue eyes. I could tell that he was truly sorry so I got into the passenger seat of the car. I smoked on my cigarette as I looked at his face. He scanned my body, he saw how I was messed up.

"Please tell me what happened baby." He pleaded as I smoked. I looked away as I tried to hide the tears.

"Please honey." He said as he cupped my cheek, turning my face to face his.

I took a deep shaky breath.

"H-he"

"He did what?"

"He started to touch me, I told him to stop but he carried on." I said as I felt the ball of anxiety at the back of my throat. Elvis's face lit up with anger, his eyes became more manacing.

"Then h-he did it." I said as I showed him the red marks on my thighs and other private places. I didn't tell him exactly what Jerry did to me but he didn't need an explanation, he knew what Jerry did. Elvis was now breathing heavily, his eyes were like a dark void. He was a scary man when angry. He pushed on the pedals and the car instantly sped up, he broke atleast 5 driving laws. Soon we arrived at Graceland. He took me put of the car and inside. He carried me up the stairs and into his room. He sat me on the edge of the bed.

"Stay here, I will be back soon." Those were the last words that he said before he stormed out of the bedroom. I heard a car start. Twenty minutes later I heard the car return. I could hear heavy footsteps climb up the stairs. The bedroom door opened to reveal Elvis, he was out of breath, messy hair, and red nuckles. I knew what he had done, I didn't have to ask. He rushed over to me, he hugged me tight as he planted kisses on my soft lips.

"You won't be seeing Jerry ever again, I will be here to keep you safe." He whispered with his shaky voice. He got up and started to take off my night dress. My naked body was covered in red marks. Elvis's face dropped. He walked over to the bathroom and started to run a bath for me. Once the bath was full he picked me up bridal style and placed me in the warm water. The bubbles felt soft and warm. He washed my body with an expensive soap that he had brought.

When he was done washing me, he told me to stand up and wrapped a towel around my wet body. He picked me up and placed me on his bed once again. Whilst I sat drying, he was trying to find a new nightdress for me. I was dry by the time he was done. He removed the towel and dressed me up into my nightdress. He was so comforting, he was like home.

"Get in bed honey, ya need some sleep." He said calmly as he patted the empty space next to him. I got in the bed, I got closer to him. We cuddled and kissed until we both fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up in Elvis's arms, against his bare chest. It felt like heaven. I sat up as I stretched my arms out whilst yawning. I felt Elvis's hand glide along my back, his touch was soft and calming.

"Stay in bed with me will ya. I don't wanna get out." He said in his deep morning voice.

I layed in bed with him until noon. Ever since that morning me and Elvis were inseparable. He was the love of my life. Till death do us apart.

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #fanfic #fan fic writing #lana del rey #70s elvis #60s elvis #70s vintage

[sixcaydes]

Chicken and Pizza

Kageyama/Hinata - General Audience Everyone is older than 25 years old. TW: Mentions of blood

Kageyama tries to be a good husband. Fate decides otherwise.

"See you later, Kageyama!" Hinata smiled and waved at his beloved before turning his back and making hurried steps towards the train station.

"Mm." Kageyama stared back until Hinata was completely out of sight.

Kageyama took his phone out and glanced at his screen for the time.

10 hours.

He just had to get through 10 hours before they're back together again. Just another 10 hours before they can celebrate their first wedding anniversary together.

"Want anything tonight?" He sent a text to Hinata before heading off into the direction of the supermarket, already taking down a mental note of what drinks they could get to celebrate the occasion.

"pizza n uhhhhhh... chicken" Kageyama sighed at the reply. He would've preferred something other than greasy food to commemorate their special day, but he wasn't going to hold it against his husband.

8 hours.

After placing the food and drinks away, Kageyama settled himself down onto the sofa and surveyed the area. A little too empty, he thought. He took his phone out and googled "How to decorate home for anniversary". Roses, wine, balloons, jewelry. He groaned. No, he can't bring himself to scatter rose petals everywhere.

It'd be a pain to clean up.

6 hours.

Kageyama unlocked the door to their house again, placing the bouquet of roses on the countertop. A thousand roses, for the thousand years they'll spend together. Proud of his purchase, he took a photo of the roses and sent it to the Schweiden Adlers group chat. It didn't take long before Hoshiumi's reactions started flooding the group chat.

"Why does he need a thousand roses for?!"

"Can he even carry that?!"

Anything for his personal sunshine.

4 hours.

Kageyama smiled proudly at his masterpiece. He only had to use 30 stalks of roses to fill the bed completely with petals. Hinata wouldn't mind taking 30 out of the thousand right? He wouldn't be able to count anyways. Kageyama glanced at the clock and thought of ordering their pizza, but it's still too soon. The food would get cold and Hinata would hate that.

He missed him already.

Kageyama sat down at the edge of the bed and scrolled through his messages. Tons and tons and tons of congratulatory messages from his friends and teammates. He was also about to reply to Hoshiumi's banter in the group chat when a call from an unknown number popped up.

2 hours.

Kageyama stared at the clock.

Hinata had to get through two more hours before they're back together again. Just another two more hours before they can celebrate their first wedding anniversary together.

Hinata was supposed to walk through their door and witness Kageyama's master plan. They would eat, cuddle - Kageyama would whisper soft praises into his ears as they make love on their bed filled with roses.

So why did Hinata return to him earlier than usual?

Why was his body flat against the white bed, his arms bruised, his face battered and bloodied. His sunshinehissunshinehissunshine his sunshine.

Kageyama held Hinata's hand tightly and prayed to anyone to keep the small surviving flame from flickering out.

"I ordered pizza and chicken for us." He whispered.

#kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #haikyuu #kghn #fanfic

[abloginnameonly]

Storm

@oc-tober2023

Goblins relished in cataclysm: flash floods and raging fires and earthquakes and tornadoes. They celebrated to watch the world brought as low as they were so often forced to be. To hell with their laws and walls and surplus! To earth and to ash with it! Storms vindicated what they were rarely able to achieve on their own with beautiful savagery. 

Storms in the Feywilds didn’t carry that kind of brutal physicalness. The wind howled and shrieked and wrenched itself to and fro. Water would rise and then lay itself in a completely new arrangement. The very sky would shift in violent, unnatural colors. And yet. It was as if a hand shifted a great vat of pebbles around, leaving their orientation completely changed but ultimately indistinguishable in its infinitely malleable state. The Feywilds didn’t like to destroy, at least usually; it liked change. 

nothing had a hard time getting used to it, this ambient chaos. It was difficult not getting lost in Feywilds, and he wasn’t yet sure how much was due to the unmoored nature of this realm or of himself. It always felt as if he was shrouded in a light fog ever since he fell into this place and was foolish enough to give his name away. It was as difficult to ignore as a rash, but, like most things, anything could be gotten used to after long enough. Never enough to completely ignore it, but function with it. So, whenever he was not being ordered by Ma’am Hag (and he tried to make this as often as possible) nothing paced the swamp. He ruthlessly followed increasing circles around her hut and outward until the terrain was embedded in his flimsy little brainstuff. 

What a pitiful thing, nothing grumbled to himself, For a goblin to have to rely on himself.

The weather in the swamp didn’t typically get much better than “barely tolerable,” preferring to swing between splintering cold and suffocating heat with an occasional storm, such as now. There was no sound except for the driving rain in every direction, all other living creatures having taken shelter except for nothing. For all nothing knew, it was raining like this everywhere in the Wilds. He hoped that the rain-churned earth didn’t unloose something unpleasant - from his experience, certain plants could get feisty with enough stimulation and it had been raining for hours - but even so, given the choices between trying to survive the torrent and returning to the hut, nothing was willing to use this as an opportunity to see if he could find the rock shelter he knew to be nearby - or at least was nearby. nothing maintained a healthy suspicion of the Wilds when they couldn’t be observed. 

But even though the travel was taking longer than usual, the landscape remained correct for his goal. The rain was even falling a little lighter than before, allowing him to just barely make out the almost-purple gray rocks in the distance. 

But what about those unpleasant things?

A toad, several feet taller than nothing was even accounting for its hunched, squat body, had risen from a mud pit in front of the cave. 

nothing did not like these toads; they’d tried to swallow him whole on more than one occasion even when he wasn’t tired from a night spent in a storm. This one only glowered from where it was and didn’t seem intent on him yet, only disgruntled from its bed being disturbed. nothing took out his metal shard in caution - close enough to a knife - but backed away slowly. He could stay in the rain, or find somewhere else if he was lucky, or even go back to the hut-

Not a step after thinking this, the world became bright and all sound stopped. 

Lightning did not travel through him; it was simply not there in one moment, and then it was. 

The unconscious parts of his brain recognized that this would probably kill him, which would be a stupid way to die after everything, but there was simply no time to do anything else. There were no traps to wriggle out of nor enemies to elude. It was simply his body being filled with the whim of a storm. This, the goblin accepted, would be the expectedly messy and painful end to a messy and often painful life. 

But there was a deeper, yet quicker part of him as well that raced ahead of the lightning. He felt, not as if his body was expanding, but that he was simply aware of every space within his body: every joint and crease and hair that this energy could inhabit instead. It filled and filled and filled his lungs, then clawed up his skin and swam in his eyes and finally thrashed itself against his skull. He had to release this, he had to- 

He thrashed almost in a convulsion and felt the metal in his hand release, pulling all of the lighting out with it. nothing couldn’t see what it hit - couldn’t see anything for the next several seconds. By the time his blinking eyes showed something other than stars and static, he was on his hands and knees staring at the water. He slowly looked up, too dizzy to stand. The knife was embedded in the toad’s thick head - a lucky shot - with scorch marks spreading erratically from the wound. That wasn’t luck, nothing knew instinctively; he could still feel the path the lightning took out of him, guided by…magic?. nothing wanted to inspect himself and the toad closer, but that could wait. He looked up further to the sky. The rain was lighter still, but the clouds remained dark and low, threatening still. It rolled a growl of thunder at him, and nothing snapped his teeth back, a warning of his own. 

I swallowed you and spit you out. 

Wind buffeted him spitefully. Dirt and detritus was kicked up into his face, but nothing was electrified with the power of not being killed. He pushed his jittery muscles out of the sucking mud to stand, even as the lightheadedness began to creep back in. “Ha!” nothing snarled triumphantly. The clouds boomed in return and the rain stopped.

#oc-tober #oc-tober2023 #frog #he was called many things in his time with the hag #the feywilds is a tough love teacher #imagining that a lightning strike does about 48 damage (per the max on a lightning bolt spell) #and frog is a level 2 ranger with approx 32 hp #and if knocked unconscious would surely drown in the half-flooded swamp #yea so anyway frog's first spell was absorb elements

[tirednerd2012]

Will finding out about everything Jonathan went through when they’re going through memories trying to defeat Vecna and get him out of Jonathan’s head.

Vecna is using them against him, trying to make it easier for Jonathan to give up. He sees the funeral planning, the night after Wills ‘body’ was found and Jonathan cried himself to sleep silently with his music full blast. The attack in the hospital, everything Jonathan’s been carrying on his back. Will would feel guilty, cause when don’t either of the brothers feel guilty for things they other has gone through?

But he sees all the happy memories Jonathan uses to keep himself strong. Singing with Will in the car, things with Nancy, the boys winning the science fair, El joining their family and the sibling bonding those three have had. the one that makes him the most happy is the day he got to meet Will. Just holding baby Will with this little smile on his face and it getting brighter when Will opened his eyes and grabbed at his big brothers hand. It almost makes Will cry, how much Jonathan loves everyone, how much he’s always loved him no matter what.

Will and El going through Jonathan’s memories, both scared. Will because he knows what he might find, El because she feels like she’s invading Jonathan’s privacy and it feels so wrong, but they’re both desperate to save him, so El grabs Will’s hand as they walk through. The first memories they see are absolutely horrible. Vecna is using Jonathan’s memories to try and get him to give up and unfortunately, Jonathan has a lot of bad memories. The first one they see is an 8-year-old Jonathan slamming his bedroom door shut, placing himself in between Will and Lonnie. Will immediately feels his stomach sink because he knew what was happening, but he never saw Jonathan’s perspective. Lonnie told Jonathan to move out of the way so he could get to Will, but his big brother outright refused. Lonnie hit him the face and when Jonathan fell, hit him a few more times before walking away, calling him useless. El tightens her grip on Will’s hand, who is shaking in rage at the sight of his father. There are several memories of Lonnie abusing Jonathan, who is only trying to protect Will and the younger Byers hates himself for not being able to be there for his brother.

As he gets older, Jonathan’s worse memories include the day Will went missing. He didn’t know Joyce had lectured Jonathan about how he needed to be there at night because Will wasn’t allowed to be left alone, only for both of them to realize that Will was missing. He saw the regret in Joyce’s eyes as she realized what she had said to Jonathan, but he could feel and see the overwhelming guilt build up in his brother. Then it was the police telling them they found Will’s body. Jonathan locked himself in his room, put his headphones in and hugged himself while crying. Both El and Will feel like they could cry at the sight of Jonathan’s tears because he looks so exhausted and done. He hugs himself, crying quietly while mumbling apologies to Will. And the pain Jonathan feels floods the room and overwhelms the two siblings watching as Will tries to reach Jonathan, but he knows this is a memory.

Then it’s identifying the body. Joyce is in denial, but the moment they lift the blanket, Will knows why Jonathan believed it. It looks identical to him. And he watches the light in his brother’s eyes die completely as he backs away, gagging. Will and El follow him to the bathroom where he proceeds to throw up and then collapses on the ground in tears. He breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably and Will feels horrible that pretty much all of his bad memories seem to revolve around him. Then it’s planning the funeral and Will is shocked because he didn’t know Jonathan planned it alone. His brother looked like a hollowed-out version of himself as he went through, picking out a casket for Will. There’s a general numbness that takes over everything. Then of Steve and Jonathan, where Steve is saying how Will deserved it and Jonathan turns around and swings on Steve and then there’s anger. Built up rage and Will had no idea about any of this happened. But he’s not surprised because of course Jonathan wouldn’t tell him because he wouldn’t want Will to feel responsible, but his brother is there practically killing himself over him and he hates it.

Other memories pop up, like Jonathan being beaten in the hospital and Will is yelling at his old boss and coworker, flayed or not, to get the fuck off Jonathan, to leave him alone. Then Jonathan not being able to reach Nancy and the fear he felt, barely able to walk, as he desperately tried to save the love of his life. El and Will are both in tears by this point silently, because seeing all of this, seeing Jonathan in pain, is overwhelming and heartbreaking and they just want him to be okay. But he’s not. And they need to save him and pull him out. Vecna is trying to use all of this against him, to get Jonathan to give up, and Will keeps screaming that he’s here.

And the good memories start appearing, almost as if Jonathan heard Will and decides to keep fighting. It’s of him and Will singing in the car, the radio blasting, neither of them having a car in the world as they laugh together. Of finishing Castle Byers in the pouring rain and Will hugs him tightly, thanking him for staying out with him. El is the one to say that it seems Will is the one that makes Jonathan the happiest. Childhood flashbacks of Jonathan tucking Will in or staying with him through the night saying how much he loves him. Will greeting Jonathan when the older came back from school with a huge smile and an “I missed you, bubby!” and Jonathan scooping the child up in his arms saying he missed him, too.

There are moments with Nancy. Their first kiss, going to the Snow Ball as chaperones together, kissing her in the dark room of the Hawkins Post. There are moments with Joyce, her wiping the lipstick from his cheek after a night with Nancy. Hugging her on Christmas and her telling him he’s not as alone as he thinks he is, that she loves him. There’s El and Will in his car as the three bond as siblings. El coming into his room wearing his flannels, saying she likes the look. Piercing her ears for her while Will holds her hand. The first time she called him her brother. And El’s watching this, almost crying because of how much Jonathan loves her. There’s his hang outs with Argyle and when Argyle told Jonathan he considered him family.

The next memory, one of the stronger ones, is of Will waking up in the hospital. Jonathan looked like he was about to cry as he pulled Will into him, and the joy he felt overflooded the Will and El watching when the 12-year-old boy said softly and joyfully “Jonathan!” when he woke up and saw his big brother right there. Of their conversation in the pizza shop, that Jonathan will always love Will and he will always be there for him. Then there’s one last memory, his strongest one, is the day he met Will. He was a toddler himself, only 3-years-old, as Joyce carefully places Will in Jonathan’s arms, saying that this is his little brother. And Will sleeps on Jonathan’s chest, and Jonathan is smiling ear to ear but it somehow gets brighter when Will opens his eyes and looks at his big brother for the first time. He reached his hands out and Jonathan lowered his face to Will could touch him and he laughed. The Will watching is almost crying again for how much his brother loves him, and how much his brother has always loved him.

Then the memories all disappear at once and they finally find Jonathan facing off Vecna. He’s hurt, but still standing as he says this is his mind, and Vecna doesn’t get to control what he sees in his own head. And that even his “bad” memories are full of his love, how much he loves Will and his family, and Nancy, and how they’re worth every bit of it. And Will runs up and hugs him for the first time since Jonathan had all of his bones broken and went into the coma. He calls out his name and while El uses her powers to throw Vecna, Will collides with Jonathan, wrapping his arms around him and crying because he missed the feeling of his brother’s arms around him. And El runs up and Jonathan pulls her into him, too, saying how worried he was about them, apologizes they had to see what they did, but he missed them, too.

Their reunion is cut short by Vecna. But the twins are ready to face him after everything he’s put them through.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #will byers

[im-no-jedi]

MLWTBB: Business Is Business

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: while the Bad Batch is away on a mission, an oddly familiar Devaronian kicks Cid out of her parlor and takes it for himself, causing several problems for Hannah...

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙 also, in case it isn’t obvious, this story is my version of episode 13 “Infested”. I tried to stick to canon as much as possible, while also delving more into one of my favorite side characters in the show (please more of the Durand family in season two 🙏🏻)

Chapter 1, 2500+ words, rated G (there’s mentions of alcohol and that’s about it LOL)

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It was yet another slow Primeday at Cid’s Parlor. Hannah had woken up a bit late that morning, but thankfully Cid didn’t dock her for it. So far, only Bolo and Ketch were in the parlor, like usual. There was a bit of mess to clean up from the night before, but it didn’t take long for Hannah to get that taken care of. It was an extremely boring time, even more than usual.  

All Hannah really hoped for now was that she would finally see her friends come walking through the door again. They had been gone for a few days on another mission for Cid, something Hannah was quite used to by this point. But she was extra lonely this time and missed them more than usual. She thought about how she was going to give Omega the biggest hug ever when they all got back. She imagined Wrecker joining in and scooping both her and Omega up into a squeeze fest between the three of them. She pondered the sort of snide comments Tech and Echo might say about their mission, as they often did whenever they came back to the parlor. She dreamed about seeing Hunter again, the man she loved with all her heart, and telling him how much she missed him as she ran her fingers through his long, dark brown hair. It would be absolutely wonderful.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs towards the parlor. Hannah’s heart leapt into her throat, desperately wishing it was who she thought it was.

But it wasn’t. Not even close.

Several intimidating looking men in dark armor came flooding into the parlor, each of them carrying a weapon. Hannah bolted upright from the counter she’d been leaning against, unsure of what to do. Then another figure came stepping in, quite confidently. It was a male Devaronian with green skin, wearing a nice suit and holding some sort of small lizard creature in his arms. He was obviously the leader of this group. The room went silent as the Devaronian looked around, surveying the place.  

Hannah had a moment of panic at the sight of him. Memories of Volruna flooded into her head, with the man in front of her briefly being replaced by the visage of Vin Drazundr instead. She had to literally shake herself back to reality and exhaled deeply. Then she looked to Bolo and Ketch, who were completely frozen in place. With a deep breath, she gathered up all her courage and decided to approach the newcomer. “Uhh, hello! Can I help you?”

The Devaronian adjusted the collar of his shirt before answering her. “I’m looking for Cid. Would you happen to know where she is?”

Cid wasn’t expecting anybody today to Hannah’s knowledge. She knew what she was supposed to do in situations like this. “I might... who exactly is looking for her, if I might ask?”

“Roland,” the Devaronian replied proudly. “Roland Durand. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The name didn’t ring a bell to Hannah at all. The way he was acting though made it out like he was important in some way. Regardless, she didn’t like the vibe she was getting from this guy at all. It unfortunately reminded her of Vin again. “Yeah, a pleasure. I’m sorry, what is your business with Cid? It’s kind of my job to ask so she doesn’t get bothered unnecessarily.”

Roland chuckled. “Adorable. You’ll be a fun bartender, I’m sure.”

Hannah blinked in shock. “Excuse me?”

Roland then made a hand signal to the armored men, who began searching the entire parlor. Bolo and Ketch tried to avoid them as much as possible, insisting they were just there as patrons; eventually, they just ran out of the parlor altogether. Hannah opened her mouth to try and retort to what was going on, but Roland silenced her. Then one of the men discovered the back room and alerted Roland about it. Again, Hannah tried to speak, but was stopped by Roland.  

“Be a dear and whip up some drinks for me and my men, would you?” he said as he walked towards the back room.  

Hannah stood in place, completely dumbfounded. She was wrong before; this guy was somehow worse than Vin. “Jerk didn’t even tell me what kind of drink he wanted...”

Despite her curiosity, Hannah kept herself away from the room, much to her discretion. She knew Cid had told her to stay out of stuff like this in case there was trouble, but she couldn’t help wanting to rush in and at least see what was going on.  

It didn’t take long before Hannah got her answer. The door to Cid’s room slid open, catching Hannah’s attention immediately. To her surprise, Cid was walking out of the hallway, hands in the air, with Roland and some of the armored men behind her.  

“What’s going on?” Hannah exclaimed.

“A simple change of hands, sweetheart,” Roland replied. “Nothing more.”

“More like a hostile takeover,” Cid retorted. She saw the concerned look on Hannah’s face and reassured her, “Don’t worry, Red. This ain’t permanent.”

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” Roland said slyly. “Get her out of my parlor, would you, boys?”

Hannah scoffed. “Your parlor?”

As the armored men began literally shoving Cid out, she turned to Roland, shouting, “You better not lay a hand on her, Roland! You’re not her type!”

Roland rolled his eyes and scoffed before turning to Hannah. “Congratulations, you’re now a part of the Durand syndicate. You can thank me by getting those drinks I asked for earlier.”  

Hannah was once again too dumbfounded to even move. She felt Roland step closer towards her and instinctively backed away.  

“Now, now,” he reassured her. “No need to fret. I’m not your enemy, I promise. In fact, I’ll gladly double whatever Cid was paying you before as a show of my sincerity.”  

Hannah scowled at him. “Why do I have a hard time believing that?”

Roland chuckled. “You’re a feisty one. Just do as I say, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.” He gave her a sly look before returning to the back room. A look similar to the one Vin first gave her at the Prism Palace.

Now Hannah knew she definitely had something to worry about.

*********************

The following day, Hannah decided to conveniently avoid the parlor as long as she could. It didn’t matter what Roland said, or even what he tried to do, there was no way she was going to work for someone like him. Especially while she was alone. Then again, that entire situation would never have happened in the first place if the Bad Batch were there. Hannah began imagining scenarios where the five of them had put a stop to Roland’s takeover of the parlor, if only just to keep herself sane.  

In the back of her mind though, she worried. Any number of things could happen between then and whenever her friends actually came back to Ord Mantell. And Roland’s words from the day before still concerned her. She tried to not think about it, but her worries were too strong. The fact that nearly everything about Roland reminded her of Vin didn’t help either.

Maybe she could just leave. She could find somewhere else to stay until the Bad Batch came back and fixed everything. Mrs Ygreu had always said her place was open if Hannah ever wanted to visit, maybe she could go there.

No, Hannah didn’t want anyone else to get involved in this mess unnecessarily. She had to ride this out on her own, as much as she hated it. Maybe Roland would just leave her alone if she stayed away long enough...

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Hannah’s heart skipped a beat. Initially, she thought it might be one of the Clones finally coming back. Nobody ever visited other than them or Cid. Maybe it was Cid. Hannah hadn’t seen her since the day before. Did anybody else even know where she lived?

Another knock on the door. Hannah’s heart began racing. She had to know who it was. Throwing caution to the wind, Hannah went over to the door and opened it without a second thought, hoping beyond hope it was someone she knew.

Unfortunately, it was the one person she knew that she wished she didn’t.

“Ahh, there you are,” said the recognizable voice of Roland. His lizard-like pet, Ruby, was in his arms and two armored men stood behind him. “I was worried when you didn’t come in today. Is there a problem I should know about?”

Hannah almost laughed. “It’s my day-off,” she replied, a visible scowl on her face.

Roland pursed his lips and hummed. “Good to know.” His eyes began scanning the room behind her curiously. “Interesting space you have here. Mind if I give it a better look?”

Hannah’s eyes narrowed. “Depends. What’ll you do if I refuse?”

A snicker escaped from Roland’s fanged grin. “I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

There was a familiar pang in Hannah’s chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and a shiver ran down her back. It took her a moment to remember that she was talking to Roland and not Vin.

Without waiting for a response, Roland pushed his way past Hannah into the room. The armored men stayed outside, but waited in the doorway.

“Quite the collection you’ve got in here,” Roland said as he walked through the space. “Although I doubt all of this stuff is yours.” He gestured to one of the large crates against the wall and chuckled.

“It was part of our agreement,” Hannah told him, her arms crossed with a stern look on her face.

“How noble of you,” Roland responded. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the crate. The two armored men came into the room and began dragging the crate out of the apartment. “And now it won’t bother you ever again.”

Hannah maintained the stern look on her face. She could see what Roland was trying to do, and it wasn’t going to work. “What do you want from me, Roland?”

The small lizard creature in Roland’s arms began growling happily as her owner rummaged through Hannah’s fridge. “A drink would be nice,” Roland responded, pulling out a piece of food for Ruby to munch on. “But apparently, it’s your day off.” He sat down on one of the kitchen stools with Ruby in his lap, happily munching on the snack she’d been given. “That’s alright though. You’ll have plenty of time to make up for it tomorrow.”

The hairs on the back of Hannah’s neck were beginning to stand on end in anger. She walked up closer to Roland from behind the kitchen island with a mighty scowl on her face. “I’m not coming back tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or ever again.”

A small smirk grew on Roland’s face. “Defiance will get you nothing but trouble, dollface. And really, what reason do you have to be that way anyway? I haven’t done anything harmful to you.”

“You stole Cid’s Parlor from her!” Hannah exclaimed, nearly slamming her fist on the counter.

“So?” Roland bluntly responded. “How does that hurt you, exactly? You’ve still got your job. Your home. I’ve even helped clean up this place a bit for you.” He snapped his fingers again, and the armored men returned to carry out another one of the crates from the room. “There, I just did it again. You’re welcome.”

Hannah shook her head, the scowl still firmly in place. “I don’t care. I know how people like you work. You’re not the first crime boss I’ve encountered, and I doubt you’ll be the last.”

“Living here on Ord Mantell?” Roland said with a scoff. “That’s for certain.”

Hannah took a few steps closer, now standing directly in front of Roland from behind the counter. Her tone was laden with malice as she spoke. “You can try to sweet talk me all you want, but it won’t make a difference. I work for Cid, not you.”

Once again, Roland snickered behind his fanged grin. “Quite the loyal employee, aren’t you? A good quality to have.” He took Ruby off of his lap and placed her on the counter between himself and Hannah. The little lizard creature looked up at Hannah and growled before snuggling up to Roland’s hand. “You’re better off putting that tenacity of yours to good use down at the parlor than trying to intimidate me.”

Hannah’s hands came slamming down on the counter so hard, it spooked Ruby. “Quit messing with me, Roland! I already told you, I’m not coming back! I don’t care what you do; take my whole apartment away if you want, I don’t care! I’d rather live on the streets than work for someone like you.”

The entire time Hannah was yelling, Roland’s expression remained calm. If anything, he seemed entertained by her outburst, with the small smirk returning to his face again. Once Hannah had finished, Roland chuckled to himself and began petting Ruby to calm her down.

“I wonder if Cid feels the same way,” he slyly responded. “I wonder if that’s why she’s stuck around.” He looked Hannah directly in the face, still smirking slightly. “I wonder... how things might change if she suddenly wasn’t around anymore?”

The serious determination on Hannah’s face began to fade. Her eyes went wide with realization, and she began to slink back away from Roland.

“I’m really not asking for much, sweetheart,” Roland said, shaking his head. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be fine. Cid will be fine too. It’s that simple. Or, we could make things more difficult, if that’s what you really want.” He slid off the stool and came up beside her, almost uncomfortably close. Hannah could just feel the smirk spreading across his face. “I don’t know about you, but I much prefer when things aren’t so complicated.”

Hannah said nothing and just stood still, absorbing Roland’s words and practically shaking from the weight of it all. Roland left her side and told her to enjoy the rest of her day off as he headed for the door with Ruby still in his arms. He paused in the doorway briefly to turn back to Hannah and said, “See you bright and early tomorrow, dollface.”

And with that, he was finally gone. Hannah was left alone in her kitchen, still shaken by the entire experience. She felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. With shaky hands, she leaned over the counter, resting her head in her hands and breathing heavily, with small sobs gradually creeping out.

In the back of her mind, she could hear Cid’s voice berating her for being so foolish. She wasn’t worth the trouble, is what Cid would tell Hannah. Save yourself, she would absolutely say. But Hannah couldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to sacrifice Cid’s life just so she could avoid working for Roland. Even Irridas back at the Prism Palace hadn’t been that cruel.

If working for Roland is what would keep Cid safe, then she would do it, no questions asked.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #would y'all believe that I wrote this over a YEAR ago?? #well the first half of it anyway LOL #I wrote most of this story before ever finishing the og MLWTBB #cause that's just how my brain works haha #star warz #my storiez

[jinxwrites]

Purple Roses (OC x Kanato Sakamaki)

It had only been a couple weeks since I had moved to Japan since my dad relocated. I really dreaded having to go to school in an unfamiliar country. I felt so awkward already since I couldn’t speak Japanese. One of my dad’s coworkers recommended night classes until I got the hang of things, so here I was, standing outside of Ryoutei High School Academy an hour before class started. I figured I’d get there early, so I’d have time to get myself in order and find my homeroom to avoid being late on my first day. When I entered, I walked through a hall of lockers trying to find the one they assigned to me. I put on my shoes that completed my uniform, putting my other ones in the locker. Alright, time to find my homeroom and hopefully not get lost. Thing is, this school was huge. There were like three floors. It’d probably be best to find someone who could help me. I roamed the hallways, looking for any students or teachers to help me. That’s when I saw a guy with shaggy, black hair slightly over his eyes putting his outside shoes in his locker. I approached him with a friendly smile, “Hi, I’m new and I was hoping you could help me find my classes.” 

He nodded, “Which room are you looking for?”

“Room 3-B,” I said while checking the schedule they gave me yesterday when I met all the faculty members. 

“That’d be on the third floor. My homeroom is up there too, so I can walk you there if you’d like.” He gave me a smile, “I’m Akio by the way.”

“Lila,” I smiled, “and thank you so much for helping me.”

“No problem,” he shut his locker and gestured for me to follow him. As we walked up the stairs together, I told him a little about myself like why I had moved and where I was originally from. He said he was attending night classes because he didn’t have time to study during the day due to working in a restaurant his family owned. “They insisted I put school first, but I just felt bad not helping out.”

“I’d love to go there someday,” I told him as we stopped outside of the classroom. We still had about ten minutes until class started, so we hung outside in the hallway. I was so grateful I found someone to accompany me on my first day. “I guess we’re a little early,” I laughed.

“Better than being late,” we talked for a little more when other students started flooding the hallways. Akio saw someone he knew and waved, “I’ll see you around, Lila.” I watched him walk over to his friend and immediately felt awkward being alone again. He had distracted me from overthinking things, but now that he was gone, it was coming back. I headed in the classroom, sitting towards the back to avoid drawing attention to myself. I tugged at my black uniform skirt with white trim nervously as the seats filled up around me. A couple people glanced my way, but didn’t say anything. I looked so out of place. Then, he walked in. A guy who looked too young to be in high school with purple hair and matching eyes. He was holding a teddy bear with an eye patch close to his chest as he walked to his seat. I tried not to stare, but I found myself following him with my eyes until he sat down. I quickly looked away to avoid any eye contact. I could feel my face heating up in embarrassment. When I caught a glimpse of him again, he was staring at me. I couldn’t help but find him a little creepy with his wide eyes with very dark circles underneath like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“She seems new, right Teddy?” His voice was soft and reminded me of a child. Wait, was he talking to the bear? What high schooler carries around a stuffed animal? What sane person talks to one in public?! Something about his mere presence in the room made me nervous. The way he stared at me with his head slightly tilted. The way he kept looking down and talking to the stuffed bear in his arms like it was alive. 

“Are you talking about me?” I asked while avoiding eye contact. Crap, why did I think that was a good idea? I could have just ignored him, but no, I had to start a conversation instead. He just ignored me and continued staring down at his bear. Thankfully, he didn’t seem interested in talking to me anyways. I sighed, facing forward and played with the bow on my uniform anxiously. The teacher walked in with a folder tucked under his arm. I prayed he wouldn’t draw attention to me. 

“Before we begin taking attendance and the announcements, we have a new student. Will you please come up and introduce yourself by writing your name on the board?” Crap. I nodded as I nervously stood up, pulling at the hem of my skirt. The room felt hot and this blazer wasn’t helping either.

I wrote my name in English since I didn’t know Kanji before turning to face the class. Everyone’s eyes were on me now, especially his. “My name is Lila Madison. I just moved to Japan a couple weeks ago.” I bowed politely after the teacher dismissed me from my introduction. I walked back to my seat and looked down at my hands. It felt like everyone was staring at me. After attendance and the announcements, we began the lecture on the Japanese language. It was hard to follow since I literally knew nothing, but I took notes anyways. 

After class, I met Akio during our ten minute break. I told him about the guy with the teddy bear. “Yeah, that’s Sakamaki Kanato. He’s a weird guy. His whole family is kind of that way though.”

“Family?” I asked curiously. 

“He’s got like five brothers, but they barely look related to each other. They’re all super weird too.” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Weirder than a second year who talks to stuffed animals?” 

“Okay, maybe his brothers aren’t that weird,” he chuckled. As I was talking to Akio, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched again. I hoped I was just paranoid considering if it was who I thought it was, he could probably hear everything we were saying.

I changed the subject just in case, “I might need your help with my Japanese. I felt so lost in class today.”

“Yeah, I can teach you,” he smiled. He was so nice. The bell rang, signaling break was over. I waved him off before returning to my classroom. Each class was like an hour with a short break between. Lunch was at midnight and we had two more hours of class afterwards. I felt like I was about to pass out. I was so tired because I wasn’t used to being up this late. Unfortunately, I still had physical education. I was never one for sports or running, so I was not looking forward to it at all. I changed into my gym clothes, putting my long, lilac hair in a ponytail before meeting everyone in the outside field. It was so cold because it was like one in the morning and there wasn’t a spec of light besides the moon, stars, and the lights on the field. We started with some stretches because we were going to be running laps. When I started running, everyone quickly passed me. A redheaded guy caught my eye who was weaving through the other runners to the front of the line with ease. He seemed to think he was in a race. How did he run so fast though? Was he on the track team or something? He finished his laps quickly while I was nearly the last one. I bent over still trying to catch my breath when he approached me. 

“Are you new or somethin’? I’ve never seen you before.” He had a smug grin on his face as he observed my fatigued state. He wasn’t even breathing heavily! 

“Yeah, I’m Lila. How are you so fast?” I swallowed as I straightened up to combat the dryness in my throat.

“I dunno. I mean, I play basketball, so I’m used to running around. I’m Ayato,” he gave me a smirk. His eyes were so bright green it was almost off putting. 

“Sakamaki! Team up for a volleyball match in the gymnasium.” Sakamaki? He was related to Kanato? Akio wasn’t kidding when he said they looked nothing alike because I wouldn’t have known otherwise. We ran inside for the volleyball match. Needless to say, I didn’t help my team much. I could tell people were getting mad at me for barely participating, but this just wasn’t my strong suit. I excelled in classes like English or art, not physical education. 

When two rolled around, I felt like I was going to fall over from exhaustion. I have never felt so tired after school before. I helped my group clean up one of the classrooms at the end of the day. I wondered who the other four brothers were since I had only met two. They seemed to stand out from the other students, so maybe they’d be easy to find. I was just curious after what Akio said. I went to my locker to grab my things and change my shoes. I was so ready to go home, and this was only my first day. Thankfully, my mom agreed to pick me up since we didn’t live far from the school. Akio was talking to his friend from earlier when he caught my eye and waved me over. I walked over and smiled, “Hi, Akio. I hope I said your name right..”

“You got it! This is Mukami Ruki. He’s a third year.” He gestured to the guy with ruffled black and white hair next to him. He had bluish gray eyes and three piercings in his right ear. Upon meeting my gaze, he gave me a smirk. I could feel my face warming up again. 

“N-Nice to meet you, Ruki. I’m Lila.” I found myself stuttering while looking at him. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy at all. Akio chuckled at my expression and I nudged him for teasing me. 

“How was your first day?” Akio asked as he gathered his things.

“I need a nap,” I sighed, followed by a laugh from both of them. “Hey, my mom is here, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see yah.” He smiled and waved as I walked off. I kept my head down again to avoid eye contact with anyone else when I bumped into someone I think? They were so sturdy it’s like I ran right into a wall.

“Watch where you’re going!” I heard a male voice yell angrily. I looked up, rubbing my head and met a pair of red eyes with white hair covering the left side of his face. This had to be a Sakamaki. Again, he looked nothing like the other two, but he stood out enough to be one. “What are you staring at?!”

My eyes widened. I felt frozen in place. “I-I’m sorry I-I,” I was stuttering again. This man looked like he was about to murder me. Luckily, he quickly realized I wasn’t worth his time and stormed off with a click of his tongue. I sighed in relief. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet any more of these Sakamaki brothers if that’s who that guy was.

#diabolik lovers #fanafiction #oc #lila madison #kanato x oc #sakamaki kanato #kanato #vampires #mature #yandere #purple roses #wattpad #ao3 #mukami ruki #sakamaki subaru #sakamaki ayato #stalking #high school

[sadiesuccubus]

Closed RP with Harwin Strong (@breakbcnes)

The city at night wasn't a place to be for a girl, wandering alone.

Sadie mostly stayed out of trouble. At least she stayed away from the kind of trouble that could be dangerous to her as a demon or a woman. She could easily kill any kind of human threat to her and it would be self defense. Drugs didn't work on her either. And still she feared the dark more than bright daylight, which was stupid.

At night feeding off a victim would go unnoticed, same as her claws and fangs when fighting. People at night were always drunk or high, or tired. Nobody believed that a demon roamed the streets. Someone just had a little too much of that funny stuff at a party, the last beer was one beer too much, maybe they were just tired and imagined red eyes gleaming in the dark.

Sadie should be afraid of bright daylight. Like now. She couldn't fight when everyone was awake and (mostly) sober and watching. In bright daylight she was nothing but a punk girl with ripped fishnets, leather pants and piercing blue eyes.

She's been cornered before. By six dudes? Also. But that's been when she could just go full on demon and rip out a throat or two.

Now she relied solely on luck, people passing the urban canyons, a loud voice and maybe pheromones.

She couldn't. Pheromones would make them even more dangerous. They came closing in while Sadie tried to make herself smaller and smaller, pressed against the cold stone wall between two giant dumpsters.

She snarled as hands grabbed her, her body odour exploded in a bouquet of sex hormones that left the guys startled for a moment and then—the men started fighting each other.

“I want her first!”

“Fuck off, she's mine!”

Sadie used the moment while it was in her favour and released a new flood of hormones, she was panicking too hard to control it. Her non human strength let her break free and wind out of the hands grabbing her, ripping on her jacket, on her backpack—which she immediately dropped to get free (fuck the money, fuck the phone, fuck the stuff she carried)—but one of these assholes grabbed for her thigh and brought her down, tumbling, but now screaming for help, kicking and scratching.

Her pheromones now lured other people from the streets towards her, but not to help.

Sadie could only think ‘That's it. I'm fucked.’

Nobody here would call the fucking police. No one would come to help her. She was as desperate now to uncap her fangs and claws, her demonic strength showing. She roared and yelled for help while she slashed human skin so deep that blood was squirting all over.

But then, she heard and smelled someone coming. Obviously not lured in by her smell, but her screams for help. She couldn't see him yet, since she was slicing and ripping, but now retreating her demonic talons. She felt it. There was someone who would help. He didn't seem to be alone, there were others, but only him seemed to be completely unaffected by her aura. She smelled his chi, all strong and full of integrity.

Sadie kept yelling even harder, now also biting hands trying to cover her mouth.

#♡ i hope this is okay. ♡

[airasora]

I was wondering of a possible au that has odette and holli as sisters? how that'd work in your headcanon story 👀

Ooooooh intriguing. And how ironic is it that they both like "gingers" lolol 😂

Let's see...

Ok, so dark content warning, cause I'm mixing in Holli's background story so TW for sexual assault.

Holli and Odette are half sisters, sharing the same mother; Sophie Would (Sophie from Anastasia) . Sophie and William (King William from The Swan Princess) had a messy romance, resulting in an unplanned pregnancy, during which William tried to convince Sophie to quit her job as a stripper, as he thought it was unfit for a mother. Sophie, loving her job, absolutely refused, leading to their eventual break-up.

Once Sophie had given birth to their little girl, named Odette, William insisted Sophie was an unfit mother and that he alone should have custody of the child. Sophie refused this until she met Joseph Korso (Korso from Titan AE) who SA'ed her, causing her to spiral into a deep depression and allowing William to take their daughter away though she never told him what happened.

To Sophie's horror, she found out she was carrying her rapist's baby. With the help of her coworkers, her family, she managed to climb up from the dark pit she had been in and was capable of taking care of her daughter, whom she named Holli.

At 19, Holli has been told little about her father and even less about her sister. In fact, she has no idea she even exists, until Odette shows up at her door. At first, Holli doesn't believe her when she says she's her half sister. But then Sophie comes home and she just... knows.

Sophie breaks down. Memories of what happened 20 years ago all come flooding back to her at once and she has a complete meltdown. Holli kicks Odette out of the house, telling her to never come back and she drives her mom to the psychiatric ward. A place she's been a few times before, usually out of free will. This time she's not in the right state of mind to have the will or wish to do anything, so she just goes along with what Holli wants.

After leaving Sophie in capable and familiar hands, Holli drives to the address Odette gave her when they were talking. There, she meets William, who has no idea who she is and it seems like Odette wants to keep it that way. Holli plays along and gets to ask Odette some questions.

Their relationship is off to a very rocky start when they start fighting due to both of them carrying resentment towards each other, believing the other had it better and had something they missed their entire lives.

Eventually though, when Sophie feels better eventually and tells Holli she wants to talk to both her and Odette. During that chat, Sophie tells both girls the truth, but without making William seem like the bad guy. He was unaware Sophie was pregnant and he just wanted to protect his daughter. Despite it all, Sophie has no hard feelings towards him.

Neither of the blonde sisters have any idea what to think of it all. Holli can't help but feel Odette "got away" to live a calm, rich life with a protective father who could give her everything she needed and more. While Holli stayed with a woman who didn't want her and reminded her of her assault, and they both had to do dirty work to get by. Odette is envious of Holli's close relationship with their mother though, and never got to be free and independent as her father was indeed very protective and she always missed having a mother.

In the long run, Holli and Odette couldn't have less in common and it'll lead to a rocky sisterhood, but as time goes by their relationship blossoms and, eventually, William discovers the truth as well and gets to see the love of his life again, both now older and wiser.

When Sophie tells William the truth, after he asks whether Holli is his biological daughter or not, William apologizes and begs for Sophie to forgive him. She does, saying it was her choice not to tell him what happened, so how could he have known. While they don't quite get back together again, they do co-parent and spend a lot of time together along with their daughters.

And... Yeah, that's it! That's the story that came to my mind when you asked about an AU with Holli and Odette as sisters 👭 I don't know if this was what you had in mind when you sent me your ask, but this was really fun to brainstorm either way 😁

#Holli would #Odette Nicastro #Sophie would #William Nicastro #Hollina AU #Thraxette AU #I mean not really I guess #An AU story in its own 😂

[waywardcollective]

do you want to get out of here ? (from Asmodeus!)

Questioning Minds II Accepting

Everything in the room was softer, less pronounced, and the faces surrounding him were warm. With each slow blink, the row of lamps mounted to the walls emitted a strong, pulsating glow. It reminded him of summer when the sun was at its highest. He could feel their warmth kissing every area of his exposed skin - overcoat and blazer long-since discarded - but the heat was mainly caused by the Serenity coursing through his veins. It was exactly what he needed tonight; loss of feeling and control. Time ticked by slowly as his body completely melted into the velveteen cushions behind him, almost forcing him into a lying position. But he remained conscious enough to stay upright. It was such a waste to stare up at the dull ceiling all night when he was surrounded by beauty generated from a tiny vial of violet liquid. Through a haze of pink cigarette smoke, he watched as the wallpaper pattern came alive with a brilliant display of flowers blooming, pops of vivid colour everywhere. A sight to behold, reminding him of holidaying in the countryside with his parents when he was younger. He could almost hear the gentle rush of wind over the fields, carrying with it a scent of fresh grass. But underneath, there was still a subtle musty fragrance of the E-Bar; the experience was never perfect.

Somebody was speaking to him. There was a delay between the words and it reaching his ears, but he eventually lolled his head towards the source. How could he forget? It was the gentleman who kindly offered to pay for his dose after they chatted for a good while. Eli was a regular patron here, but it was his first time seeing the man with emerald eyes. They seemed to catch the artificial sunlight, appearing significantly brighter than they did an hour ago. But Serenity often enhanced colours, increasing their hue tenfold to give the illusion of a better world. A place where one would like to stay forever and never return to the drab life they had before. Oh, now that would be wonderful, wouldn't it? Somewhere without pain or loss -- or loneliness. He had to laugh. The only way he achieved such luxury was through a needle. But for those couple of hours away in dreamland, he was happiest. There was no hiding who he truly was, safe in the company of the ones he lost along the way.

Except they were never his to begin with. They belonged in the memories of another, and the half-Synth was merely mourning those he never truly met. But they were real to him. And time and time again, he re-visited the events that flooded him with joy and love. It made him feel fully human.

Right now, he was tranquil. His fingertips tingled and his face felt comfortably numb, as though he had drank one too many beers. Serenity was certainly a powerful relaxant -- of body and mind. It inhibited his better judgement, easily drawn into the company of a silver-tongued devil. But he had no idea how close to the truth that was. He accepted the potential for a friend, sharing more than he would sober and knowing he was being listened to. It made a nice change from being holed up in his attic. Sometimes he craved that social interaction. But despite his regular visits to this E-Bar, he avoided contact with the other patrons. They were all here for a specific reason and making connections was not one of them. So he finished a hit and returned home each night, trying to forget that tomorrow was fast approaching.

"...somewhere nice," the words sounded far away, and Eli hoped he was heard. He was beginning to think he was somewhere else entirely, but the velveteen material remained soft underneath his forearms. He was here. Breathing out a laugh, he tried again. "Will you take me somewhere nice?"

#helllords #v; only as good as his maker #making a personal debt ( prompts ) #( I think out of all my muses Eli would be the most influenced by Asmodeus )

[dzpenumbra]

3/30/23

Today was a pretty cool day. I thought I caught up on sleep, but apparently I didn't because I've been exhausted all day. I did that yoga routine I enjoyed yesterday again, it was just as nice today. Ate on the floor and watched YT, then showered. Then I called back the health center. They had left me a message this morning, they got me in with a new doctor. I got set up with an appointment tomorrow at 3:15. Just a 15 minute get-to-know-you kinda thing, I guess... same as before... But I strongly doubt they do more than 15 minutes for anything but surgery anymore. Shit's crazy. So yeah, we'll see how that goes.

Then, I strapped my new board to my backpack, got on my hybrid board and rode up to the local skatepark. It was only about... idk, less than 2 miles, I'd say. Uphill the whole way. But... my electric board made quick work of that.

I tried riding in the bike lane... and accidentally hit someone's side view mirror with the wheel of my board strapped to my back. I felt really bad. I didn't mean to. I just... there was only one lane on the left side, and I ride regular... and the board is on my back... and the lane is like... really fucking narrow... I don't think it did any damage, I just... I felt bad. It made me anxious.

I found the park very easily and it was just... complete DIY thrown together hometown crust park. And I was totally cool with it! It reminded me of the park I skated growing up in my hometown. And it was tucked away on what used to be an old tennis court, and it was really set back into nature, so it was nice to be around trees again and all that. When I got there, a kid came over to me. It was the kid who sold me my board and recommended the place! XD He and a friend were skating. They were really good, I was impressed. And humbled. And I just sorta... did my thing. Second session of the season, first one at this park, just... trying to find things I felt comfortable doing.

I think I was there close to 2 hours. I got nosemanual-shuv back, which was a cool feeling. Which should mean nollie shuv isn't far off. Which means pop shuv is somewhere in the ballpark eventually. Nollie is coming back slowly, ollie is getting really dialed in. Front 1s are going okay, there was this really beat up old funbox there and I did one off the side of one of the kickers. It took a few tries, I was feeling really unsteady landing fakie on loose trucks, it's still a new experience for me, but I got it there. I got a few BS noseslides on a little concrete curb, and on the coping of a low manny pad too, which was cool. I have BS so much better than FS, they feel so different. I honestly don't know how to carry my weight on FS, I think I sit way too far "forward" (while moving backwards) and I just slip out... or I sit all my weight entirely on top of my nose and it just stalls and I basically pivot quickly to fakie. I'll have to play around with my weight a bit, I think, I'm guessing that's probably what's doing it.

More and more people started flooding in, which I was not used to at all. And after a while, I realized I was just kinda... standing around and not really skating much. I was pretty anxious. I had headphones in, everyone else there seemed to know each other, for the most part. I was the oldest one there by a fucking longshot, and it made me a bit self-conscious. I feel like when people see someone in their mid-30's at a skatepark, they expect them to like... be good. And I'm really not that good, honestly. Just being realistic. I have experience, I can do some tricks, but I wouldn't say I'm... "good". So... since I was feeling anxious, I went over to the opposite side of the park from where I had been camped, to just... go outside my comfort zone.

I started skating that manny pad, it was like... 8 inches tall? I really wish they had an even lower one, but it's a nice height. So... I decided at one point... "I'm going to ollie up onto it." Not really the most "impressive" thing in the world, since I can literally ollie like... I don't know, more than twice that height. But I didn't go for it because it was "impressive", I went for it because I was scared of it. I was scared of hanging my back trucks, as always. Or... just some unknown fear of like "you're gonna fuck it up and wreck" or something, that force that just glues your shoes to the ground. And I was just like... no... No... I really just didn't want that to fucking win. And I wanted to push against it and prove it wrong. So I did one tiny practice ollie over a crack in the pavement and said fuck it and went for it and did it first try. No problem at all. No one even noticed! XD Of course, I mean... what would they be noticing? They had no idea the battle going on in my head, for all they knew that was an everyday trick for me.

Most of the ramps had big puddles of water and crap at the base of them, but I found a few skatelite ramps that were clean and dry and tucked away at the back of the park, so I went for it. I was playing around with different powerslide and pivot powerslide combinations. I like them, they're weird. Drifting powerslide rotations on skatelite feels similar to doing what I used to call "spin slides" on snowskates, but it has a lot more grip and friction so you can actually control it a lot more rather than just kinda dialing in how much force you need to throw into the rotation and then praying to all the gods you choose to worship. I did a lot more than I was planning. I can pretty comfortably do both FS and BS powerslides on a bank now, and BS pivot powerslide is one of my go-to fun tricks so that's definitely in the bag. What I tried to do was basically... I over-rotated one of the powerslides and I realized that with more force I could probably keep the rotation going. So I took the FS powerslide and tried to turn it into a full 360 powerslide, coming back down the ramp fakie. Again... I had the whole... not used to riding loose trucks fakie problem. But... I did land it. One or two were a bit segmented, like powerslide... split second pause... second powerslide. But I did get a pretty smooth one. And I did one where I reversed the rotation and rewinded it, which was cool feeling but I have no idea how it looked.

That session on the ramp was pretty fun and I really started getting creative and trying new things. The ramp was much steeper than anything I've really ridden before, definitely steeper than the banks back at the old hometown park. But I started to get used to it pretty quickly. Oh, and I also did ollie to fakie and FS 1 on it, so that was cool. I really think I just need to put in the hours to get comfortable and used to being on a board in a lot of different positions. That made a huge difference with snowskating. Just cruising and getting used to my boardfeel in different situations. Like... two of the best things I did just in general for snowskating were to 1) just cruise the sidewalks and bomb the hill at the park, and 2) practice landing ollies with a decent amount of speed. Getting used to how it felt to be on the board at different angles and different speeds, with different foot positions was very helpful all-around, and with the ollies, landing... practicing landing on a super low-friction object and riding away with a decent amount of momentum helped a ton in overall confidence in landing shuvs and flips at any speed. So... I need to build up that familiarity with my board, and that will come in time. Especially if I keep riding my electric board too, being on a board will be complete second nature to me if I use it to travel literally everywhere.

After all that, I decided to call it. There were storms predicted tonight, and the prediction did come true. And I was just... exhausted, and knew I still had to ride home. So... off I went. And the ride back was all downhill, which was nice. It was fine. Until... I came across a broken needle in the fucking street. And it just... really upset me. Because I felt a lot safer than I expected to throughout the day. I had been building up so much anxiety and paranoia, and then I went and it was like... college kids and people walking their dogs and shit. And I was just like... "wow, these are like... normal people." And then those fucking junkies had to throw my anxiety one fucking shred of evidence. Which is all that fucker needs sometimes. Ugh. So... I can plot out a different route there if needed? I can try, at least? Maybe it's just that one section of town that's a bit run-down, I don't know. Ugh. It just left a bad taste in my mouth, you know? So yeah, I just... had to look past that, I guess. And keep my eyes forward.

Since I got back, it's been pretty chill. I'm exhausted. I did more desire path project work, up to 60 runs now, the path is still not forming in-game, but my map is coming along nicely. I think I'm going to shoot for 100 runs, then maybe start a new path from one of the established points or something. Not sure yet.

And while I was making dinner, I tried to make a salt solution so I can try to grow my own salt crystals. It's been on my to-do list since the week I moved in. I followed the instructions and everything, I'm just... there was a TON of salt leftover, so I don't know if the solution will be saturated enough? But we'll see, I guess. It's going to sit and separate tonight, then tomorrow evening I'll filter it and then probably set up my first batch and then... in a few weeks, I should have some homegrown crystals. Pretty cool.

And yeah, that's pretty much the day. New doctor visit tomorrow, therapy after, then who knows. But for now, I'm gonna go try pass out.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[savageboar]

normally only storm mages can control the weather, but Leahwiddikah was a particularly powerful and talented aqua mage and could reach his magic high into the atmosphere to summon rain or hail if he saw fit, and could bring clouds down to earth to hide himself in the fog.

#he's completely flooded places before when getting carried away so he tries to be more disciplined #and keep his emotions in check #hades.txt #my ocs #leahwiddikah #seizing divinity