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kittenintheden · 9 days

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Right Side of My Neck

so yeah I did that. it's a 420 weed sex fic. let's go.

Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Ori (female OC) Word Count: 1.8k Content: 18+, post-canon, established relationship, AU or possible future for NYS we don't know?, oral sex, PIV sex, mirror sex, stoned sex, recreational drug use, safe sane consensual.

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Ori reclines on a chaise in their shared flat and gazes out the window as dusk approaches, the last strips of orange-red glow fading on the horizon beyond the city’s rooftops. Her knees are folded up to her chest and she smiles, eyes half-lidded as she raises a hand-rolled cigarette to her mouth and takes another drag, holding it in her lungs for a few seconds before she parts her lips and lets the smoke flow out over them, spilling like a waterfall.

Stars begin to blink into the stretching black sky like someone’s poking holes through the dark to let the pinlight past.

From the other room, Astarion approaches in his loose casualwear, holding a silver goblet in each hand. He dangles one beside Ori’s shoulder and she reaches up with her free hand, taking it and smelling the contents. A rich, dry red. Her favorite.

“You always know the exact thing,” she says, raising her face to pay him an adoring smile.

He stands above her and strokes his fingers through her hair, tilting his head. “I know you. And I am glad for it.”

Ori hums, taking a sip of her wine before she sets it on the nightcast windowsill. She takes his hand and pulls him downward until he chuckles and sinks to his knees beside her, leaning in close to brush their noses together before he sits back and drinks from his own goblet.

“You,” he teases at a lilt. “Smell like devilweed.”

“Do I?” she teases back with a smirk, bringing the cigarette in for another light drag. She releases the smoke out of the side of her mouth. “Pity. That shit makes me so silly in the head.”

“Tragic,” he agrees sadly. “I do prefer you oh-so-serious.”

“I know, but it’s been such a long day,” she says. “Hasn’t it?”

He takes another drink. “Wouldn’t know. I just woke up.”

“Lazy little house lad,” Ori says. “Come here.”

Astarion lets her lift his chin and tilt his mouth toward hers. She sucks in a draw, embers glowing red in the dark, and holds it on her tongue. When she puts her thumb on his bottom lip, he lets her prise it open and blow the smoke into his mouth, punctuating it with a light lick followed by a kiss.

He could hold it for an eternity, really, but he doesn’t. When he breathes out, the smoke curls between them and fills the room with its resinous, sticky scent.

“Mmmm,” he says. “What was that for?”

“You’ve some catching up to do,” she says, placing the cigarette in his mouth. He takes a drag of his own and then removes it with two fingers, tapping it against a nearby tray and setting it aside, still burning.

“Budge up,” he says, crawling up on the chaise next to her. “The stars won’t watch themselves.”

She chuckles and turns back to the window, scooting in closer so he can lay behind her. Within ten minutes, he’s pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder and stroking down the length of her arm with his fingertips, tracing the twining lines of her tattoos to her wrists and back up again. He wriggles in tighter, murmuring lightly as he buries his face in her curls.

“Why do you always smell so good?” he groans beside her ear.

Ori shakes with giggles, her nose wrinkled up in delight. “That was quick.”

“You know what that shit does to me,” he purrs, nipping her gently on the ear before he reaches a hand around to tilt her face toward him so he can kiss her, licking languidly into her mouth to taste the weed and wine on her tongue.

She leans her head to the side to suck lightly along his neck. “I might have counted on it, admittedly.”

“Cheeky,” he breathes as he hooks his fingers into her loose trousers and pulls them down over her hips. “I like it.”

“I…” Ori cups his jaw in her hand and guides him in for a rolling wave of a kiss. “... like your mouth.”

He grins and lays his weight across her, shifting to one side so he can reach out over her head to pick up the smoldering roach, and takes a hit out of the side of his mouth before replacing it. He holds Ori’s eye as he moves down her body and stops where her split shirt lies open, exposing her from the ribcage down. Astarion tilts his head barely to one side, curls his tongue, and purses his lips, shaping the smoke as it flows along the dip between Ori’s ribs and folds back on itself.

Ori watches him briefly disappear behind the cloud as he laps at the skin below her navel in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly while he moves his mouth down to the crux of her thighs. He doesn’t even bother with pretense, his skilled tongue finding all her favorite places like he has her mapped from memory. She arches and whines, her thighs clamping around his ears as she reaches her hands down to tangle into his curls.

The devilweed twines through their blood, making everything go dilated and stretched taut. Every touch a caress, every stroke a spark. Astarion lights her up with lips and tongue, unable to stop grinning against her as he loses himself in touch and taste, scent and sound. His fingers reach along the outer edge of her thigh and he scratches over the skin there, eliciting a cry from Ori above him.

He furrows his brow and dips his other hand between his legs, running a palm over his hardened length, and oh, that’s nice, but that’s not…

Astarion loosens his bindings for some relief and returns his attentions fully. Ori’s wrapped one leg entirely around the back of his neck and her head’s thrown back as she cries out her pleasure. She’s been riding the swell for such a long, lingering moment, and he does something phenomenal, something like a firm stroke and soft flick, and she comes beautifully.

He doesn’t stop, even when she’s shaking around him. The fingers in his hair tighten, but she doesn’t pull him away. Time slows and all he knows is the smell of her and the taste of her and her thighs embracing him.

He makes her come again, then once more for good measure.

“Gods, enough,” Ori gasps, struggling to sit up and pulling him up by the shirt and using her hands and her bare feet and whatever else she can to help him disrobe above her.

Astarion feels her palms run up his torso from waist to chest and he shuts his eyes and lolls his head forward, her touch leaving a lasting stripe of pleasure wherever it goes. He barely registers it while she maneuvers him back onto one of the large cushions and slides off the side for a better angle.

Then he feels her mouth on his cock and all is right. Astarion arches himself back onto the cushions and sighs, spreading his legs and looking down the length of his body to see Ori flick her eyes up at him while she takes him, her lips so soft and sweet over his hardened length.

She was always beautiful in sunlight, and she’s beautiful still in starlight.

“Salen arael,” he says, swallowing around the dryness in his mouth.

Ori shutters her eyes and hums around him and it’s like feeling music set to the tune of lust. Astarion rolls his eyes back and smiles lazily, focusing on the indescribable pleasure of her mouth and the giddy joyous rush it is to love her. Both sides move together inside him, a coin spinning and spinning on its edge.

She gazes up at him as her tongue glides along his skin and she sees everything he never wanted her to, so long ago.

A man completely undone, his carefully managed hair askew and hanging loose in his eyes from sleep and sex, shirt come loose and hanging about his shoulders, eyes lidded and adoring, limbs heavy with the assurance of safety.

Ori takes him deep and takes her time pulling back and away. Without even needing to communicate it, Astarion is pulling her up by the wrists and turning her around, hands scrabbling at her hips as he guides her down onto his lap. She reaches between their legs to hold him steady while she sinks down onto him and they both moan out their want as she takes it all and their hips press flush.

Astarion would like it very much if he had the mental fortitude for a clever line or two, but at present, the best he’s got is “fuck with you very good,” which he doesn’t feel is up to his usual standard. Instead, he reaches around to cup her breast as he lets his body take over, rolling up into her and melting, melting.

When she reaches around behind her so she can wrap her hand about the nape of Astarion’s neck, Ori cracks her eyes open as she pants from the sensations washing over her and spots herself in the mirror across the way. Her shirt laid fully open, one breast bouncing a little more than the other as her hips rock upward, compelled by an invisible force.

“Ah fuck, that’s hot,” she gasps.

“Huhn?” Astarion grunts in question from where his face is buried in the crook of her neck as he fucks her.

“Don’t stop,” she responds.

He doesn’t. They fall into a slow, rhythmic rock, moving in tandem and enjoying one another, their minds and bodies in a relaxed sort of flow.

The impending promise of orgasm begins to prove too tempting to resist soon enough. Astarion wraps his arms about her torso and kisses at her neck, trailing one hand down between her legs.

Ori laughs, the sound achingly familiar. “Hells, four? You’re asking four?”

“Four is an excellent number,” he gasps. “Humor me. Soon.”

She lolls back against him and lets his careful fingers work one final reward from her.

Ori’s groan is long and low as she shudders from core outward, the heat of her warming him where he’s buried inside her. Astarion sighs out his rapidly approaching peak.

With effort, Ori turns her head to press her mouth against his ear and says, “Come inside.”

He presses hard up into her and holds her in place with his hands on her hips as he goes rigid and then shudders with a groan that’s one part incredible relief and one part disdain at a horrible pun.

Their rocking slows and he stays wrapped around her for a minute or two while they tease one another with aftershocks now and again.

“That joke is so bloody stupid,” Astarion croaks at her without moving, his head resting against her shoulder.

“Works every time, though, doesn’t it?” she teases.

He grumps noncommittally as he rolls them both back onto the chaise.

#astarion smut #bg3 smut #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x female oc #astarion x original female character #astarion x f!tav #kitten writes #not your sweetheart

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kywaslost · 8 months

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What’s up. I too have gotten hooked on Black Butler. After 3 years of not being in the fandom anymore. I have a fanfic idea for you.It’s a Ciel x reader so it’s going to be more on the angst side but still fluffy and funny if you look at it from an angle. It’s Ciel. C’mon.

So basically the reader is very similar to him. Being that she also has intense trauma and is extremely stoic and cold. On the other hand she’s also considered eerie and ominous looking. Soon Ciel after a while starts having feeling for the reader, he sees her as someone who understands him completely and fully. Ciel starts showing that he’s interested in being in a more intimate relationship with the reader other then just being partners. The reader of course rejects all these moves even though she also likes him, not only because he’s engaged but because she knows he’s a manipulator. After a long time of driving Sebastian insane with the pinning and rejecting, Lizzy finds out about Ciel’s feelings for the reader and confronts both of them. She’s lightly bitterly and is crying at first but she does want Ciel to be happy and is good friends with the reader (and she’s an Angel) so she doesn’t hold him back. Now the reader and Ciel are in a situation where they can show there feeling for each other freely but have no idea where to start.

Just so that you have a small reference to what I mean by a stoic and eerie looking reader I have a drawing of my Black Butler OC that you can take notes from (you don’t have to just here if you want lmfao)

Thank you, hopefully it’s not too long or complicated. You don’t have to write this if you don’t feel comfortable enough just tell me if you’re not going to write it or not. Have a good day!

Troubled Love - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! This is a long one that I wanted to take time on and work on when I felt like I could write this to the best of my ability. First of all, your drawing is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!! I’m literally in love with it! I hope this turned out ok! I also completely skipped over the part where the reader is an angel and didn’t see it until I finished this, so I hope it’s ok that I left that bit out. Let me know if you’d like me to rewrite this properly <3

Warning/s: mentions of night terrors, mentions of panic attacks (no descriptions)

You had met the Earl Phantomhive around the time his parents had passed. You had met the Phantomhive through the grapevine of the Queen’s ‘guard dogs’, and didn’t really get to know the young boy until he returned, demon butler by his side. It was then the two of you were paired for missions. The Queen saw similarities between the two of you, and thought it would be well for you to become friends with the Earl.

You see, due to your past, you weren’t the most sociable person out there. You preferred to keep to yourself, and refrained from interacting with others as much as you could. It played in your favor that most feared you, both due to your reputation with the queen as well as the way you presented yourself. It was almost as if no one could touch you.

Until you officially met Ciel. The two of you worked well together. What you lacked in skill and intelligence, he made up for, and vice versa. It also helped that Sebastian was there. In fact, the demon butler and his master took a liking to you, even going as far as inviting you to stay at the Estate when they learned that you didn’t have an official residence. You agreed hesitantly. While you were comfortable around the two, you couldn’t bear the thought of being vulnerable around them. You were traumatized at a young age, leaving you plagued with nightmares and flashbacks from time to time. Opening yourself up to Ciel was a huge step for you, one you were unsure how to handle.

Ciel, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He’d never admit it, partially due to his personality and partially due to his engagement to Lizzy, but the Earl had begun developing feelings for you. It was more than a petty middle school crush that other boys his age experienced. He had been feeling this way for quite some time now, and couldn’t quite name his emotions until he spoke of it with Sebastian. It was worth the endless teasing that lasted weeks, but Ciel had now finally realized how much he truly loved you. And now you’re going to be living with him.

Ciel was unsure of how to show his love for you without a) making it obvious, and b) letting Lizzy know. Don’t get him wrong, Ciel truly did like Lizzy and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her, but he loved you more than her. The boy opted to spend time with you doing small things, such as reading together or just simply sitting in the same room as you as the two of you worked separately. You were hesitant of all this at first, because you were used to being alone so often, but over time you became more comfortable.

This time spent between the two of you went from silence to small chatter. Ciel would ask how your day has been, and you’d answer then return the question. It took months of living together and getting accustomed to each other’s emotions to begin discussing deeper topics. You were both severely traumatized children who never learned how to cope with said trauma. Sure, Ciel had Sebastian, but he was a demon and therefore was incapable of feeling human emotions. So he tried talking to you.

Ciel wouldn’t ever say much about the death of his family or the events that came afterwards, but he wanted to be vulnerable around you. The boy hoped that this would bring the two of you even closer, and then he’d be comfortable enough to confess his love for you. Except every time he tried to have a deep conversation, you would turn him down almost immediately. There was one week in particular when you were having vivid night terrors, causing you to get only a few hours of sleep a night. You would wake up screaming until you couldn’t anymore, and often suffered intense panic attacks afterwards. Usually Sebastian would try and help but you would only push him away, barely muttering about how you were alright and didn’t need any help.

These night terrors always woke Ciel, and after the third night he came bursting into your room in the place of Sebastian. He desperately tried to calm you down, to try and talk to you, but you refused his help. It broke his heart to see you this way, and to know that you were unwilling to accept his help hurt him even more. How could the two of you be together if you wouldn’t let him help you?

The next day during breakfast, Ciel offered to let you speak to him anytime about anything you needed. Whether it be to get something off of your chest, or just to rant about anything, he would be there for you. You weren’t sure how you felt about his offer, so you only nodded and took a bite of your food.

The Earl Phantomhive invited you on an afternoon walk after dinner. At first you hesitantly agreed, only because Sebastian would be following closely. Yet once you saw the extravagant clothing the boy was wearing, you quickly retreated back to your room and feigned illness. It took some convincing, but Ciel finally left you to ‘recover’. In reality, you curled up on the floor, leaning against the door as you silently cried to yourself.

You were so torn between your emotions. It was blatantly obvious that Ciel saw you as more than just a friend, and he wanted to take your relationship to the next level. You wondered if your own emotions were just as easy to see. You wouldn’t admit it just yet, but you were beginning to fall for Ciel yourself. Although you hadn’t opened up much to the boy, it was easy to feel comfortable and see him. The two of you shared similar pasts, and you hadn’t met anyone else that made you feel as safe and comfortable as the Earl did.

Despite your feelings for the boy, there was one major red flag following closely behind him. Ciel was a master manipulator. It was clear as day that Ciel knew just how to act to get what he wanted, knew what to say to get his way. You weren’t even sure if he had manipulated you at some point, he was that good. Oh, and he’s also engaged.

You wanted to take Ciel up on all of his romantic gestures. You wanted to go on late night walks with him, go to balls (even though neither of you particularly enjoyed them), or even just spend the evening together almost every night of the week. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to give in to the urge.

This carried on for months. Ciel would ‘discreetly’ ask you out on small dates, and you would turn him down and most commonly retreat to your room. Once you left, Ciel’s small smile would fall and he would immediately turn to Sebastian with downcast eyes.

Sebastian was the only one Ciel could confess to at this point. He couldn’t go to Izzy, obviously, and he couldn’t go to you, so he was left with his demon butler. It was a part of their bedtime routine now. Sebastian would dress Ciel for bed, asking him about his day and his plans for the next. Ciel would grumble about paperwork before quickly changing the subject to his failed attempts of asking you out. He’d seek advice from the demon before turning in for the night.

It wasn’t until six months after Ciel’s first attempt to ask you out that Lizzy was caught in the crossfire. It wasn’t intentional, and Ciel would have never said anything if he were aware of her presence.

Lizzy had planned another surprise visit and stay at the Phantomhive Manor. She had arrived later than expected due to an extreme thunderstorm causing a delay in travel. Upon arriving at the manor, she let herself in and immediately ran to where she assumed Ciel would be in his study as her maid carried in her baggage. Lizzy quickly but silently ran to Ciel’s study, throwing open the door.

“Ciel!” she squealed in the highest pitch her voice could achieve. “Supri– oh.” Lizzy frowned slightly when she noticed the empty room. It looked as though Ciel hadn’t been there in a while. Shaking her head, the girl grinned widely yet again when she could hear faint voices coming from down the hall. Upon further expectation, she realized the voices were coming from the library.

Elizabeth wasted no time in bursting into the room rather loudly, causing you and Ciel to quite literally jump out of your seats with fear. Ciel’s hand even ghosted over the firearm he had tucked into his boot.

“Ciel!” Lizzy squeals again. She runs over to the two of you, about to tackle the poor boy in a hug before realizing what was going on between the two of you.

You had to admit, this wasn’t the ideal position to see your fiance and your best friend in. It wasn't anything too terrible, but it could definitely raise some questions. You were practically laying in Ciel’s lap, your legs draped over his as your head rested against his shoulder. A book rested against your legs where Ciel was reading to you a mere moment ago. You both were dressed in your night clothes, and overall this was a very rare sight of Ciel.

Lizzy’s smile immediately dropped to a deep frown, her bright green eyes welling with tears. “Y/N? Ciel? What’s going on?”

You jumped out of Ciel’s lap and to the other side of the couch. Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your veins. This is exactly why you never wanted to act on your feelings for Ciel, for fear of ruining not only his relationship with Lizzy, but also your own. “Lizzy,” Ciel says quickly, standing and tossing the forgotten book onto the couch. He tried to reach out to the girl but she only took a step back and wiped at her eyes.

“I should have seen it coming,” she chokes through a broken cry. “I knew this day would come.” It takes a moment for Lizzy to calm herself down, but she wipes the last of her tears away as Ciel tries to comfort her.

“It’s ok,” she cuts him off from his senseless babbling, pushing his outstretched arms away. “I’ve known for a long time that this day would come.” Glossy green eyes met your e/c ones as she smiled softly. “I can see how much the two of you love each other,” she confesses. “And as much as I love the two of you, I can’t bear knowing I am what is keeping you from being together.” Lizzy’s gaze shifted to her fiance. “I love you Ciel. So much that I want you to be happy.” Her warm hands slowly reached for his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. “So I’m ending our engagement.” Pressing one last kiss against Ciel’s cheek, Lizzy let go.

“I can only hope the best for the two of you.” Just like that, she was gone.

You and Ciel couldn’t bear to look at each other, let alone speak. You weren’t sure how to feel. You finally had the freedom to be with the man you were learning to love, yet at what cost? Did you just lose your best friend? What do you know? Ciel was asking himself the same questions. But it didn’t take long for him to drop beside you back on the couch, slowly turning to you.

“What do we do now?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Ciel confessed. “To be honest, I think I need some time to process this.”

You nodded, then stood quickly. “Of course, I understand.” You retreated back to your bedroom as soon as possible, diving under the covers and staring at the ceiling. You were finally free to express your love for Ciel, yet unsure what the next steps were. It was going to take time to figure out your relationship status with the Earl, and what to do next, but it will be worth the wait.

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justadreamer08 · 1 year

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

wc: 2.7k

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader (best friends to lovers)

warnings: fluffier than a cloud, nicknames ~ my darling, pebble (it will make sense you guys), bug (mom’s nickname for reader), hand-holding, kissing?

author's note: Hey all! This is my first time posting one of my many drafts! I just deemed this one good enough to let the public see, so I hope you all like it.

summary: Your friendship with peter develops into something more, all because of chemistry notes and your favorite skatepark.

(e/c) ~ eye color

(r/n) ~ reader's name bc (y/n) has just become an unofficial oc that's icky :)

Masterlist

You restlessly sat in your chemistry class. Tapping the eraser on your pencil on your notebook. Your teacher was droning on and on about the four main gas laws. You were originally paying attention, but after the first 30 minutes, you tuned your teacher out. You let out a quiet huff, slowly closing your eyes and shaking your head, you let your gaze drift down to your notes. You opted to draw various doodles and shapes on your paper, when your thoughts drifted to your best friend.

Peter Parker. Your parents were close friends with the Parkers, and thus you and Peter grew up together. You'd seen the long days, short nights, stormy nights, and cloudy days. You'd gone through everything together. You all had dinner together one night at the Parker's, when the two of you looked up from your previous conversation about whatever trivial matters you talked about back then, to see his parents, and your father rushing out the door, zipping about the house. They all left to go to attend to work, and never came back. Since then, you and Peter were stuck together like glue. When Ben died, you were there. When Peter came knocking on your bedroom window, still clad in his suit telling you Gwen died, you were there. You held him through the night, and you were what he needed you to be. A friend, a shoulder to cry on. You'd seen all of Peter's good and bad, his good-looking and his ugly. And he'd seen all of yours

You'd always been able to say that you loved Peter dearly. It's true. He'd always been your everything, your shoulder to lean on, and you were his. The thought had crossed your mind in previous years about the truth behind your affections for him, but you never truly accepted that you felt more than friendly toward him until Gwen died. You knew Peter loved her with all his heart, as did you because he did. When you saw how her death broke him, you refused to see him hurt in that way again if you could do something about it. You'd made it your mission to keep that ardorable lopsided grin he has on his face. Through baby steps, Peter got to a better place, and other people started to show interest in your best friend. You said nothing, and encouraged him to go for anything he wanted, repressing your own favor for him. Since then, your subconcious had a funny way of expressing your emotions toward Peter.

Amongst the various drawings on your chemistry notes, Peter's name lay encompassed by a heart.

RRRRRIIIINNGGGG

Your eyes shot up at the clock when you heard the bell ring. You gathered your things as quickly as you could and booked it. Student chatter filled the halls, as you searched for your best friend. You knew each other's schedules like the back of your hands, and you both had a free period next. You craned your neck around the bustling students when your (e/c) eyes locked with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

You sent a two finger salute in Peter's direction, and he lifted an eyebrow, laughed, and shook his head. You rounded the corner of the hall to your locker, putting away your chemistry books.

"Parker." you stated with a smile, noticing Peter's reflection in the mirror at the back of your locker.

" R/N" he responded as if it were routine. (Which it is)

"So?" you ask turning around to face him, closing your locker.

"Quad?" he asked pointing towards the door.

You nodded and walked in step with him to the student quad.

You lay on your back at Peter's feet, and he was sitting and tinkering with his camera. You had a stack of paper next to you, making various things with them. There were paper airplanes, fortune-tellers, rings, chainlinks, and other whatnot strewn around your head. You finished a paper airplane and threw it at Peter, hitting him square in the face, stifling laughs.

"Haha, very funny..." he drones, not looking up from his work.

You throw another plane in his direction, raising an eyebrow at him. He looks up, trying to appear unamused, but failing.

"What?" he speaks.

"Nothing" you say straightfaced, before breaking a small, short-lived smile.

He returns to his work and mutters something along the lines of nuisance with a chuckle, before looking up again and speaking.

"Oh! I just remembered, I need your chem notes."

You've returned to your paper masterpieces, sufficing to give him a thumbs up. You sit there doing your respective tasks, when the bell rings out again. The two of you stand up, walking back into school. You stop at your locker, handing your chemistry notebook to Peter.

RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG

The bell sounded, signifying the end of the day. You had an arts history project you really needed to start working on, so instead of accompanying Peter to you guy’s favorite skate park, you went home. You waved bye to a saddened, but understanding Peter, who was disappointed that you guys couldn’t carry out your normal routine of going to the skate park, getting some greasy and albeit unhealthy food, watching a movie together, procrastinating from doing some much needed work, being yelled at by May to get your homework done, parting ways to get some sleep, and starting all over again.

~ You arrived at your door, just barely making it past the threshold when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you spoke, pushing the door closed with your foot.

“Hey, Hi! Uh, I have your chemistry notes, and completely forgot to give them back to you, want me to come over later and bring ‘em?” You hear the familiar voice of Peter ringing through the speakers, and a light smile dances on your face.

“Uh yeah sure, I don’t need them right now, but just come over whenever” you replied, somewhat absentmindedly, while looking through the kitchen for something to eat. Your undivided attention wasn’t brought back to Peter until you heard a muffled female voice, and dissected conversation.

“Oh- uh hi…no I don’t….skatepark down that way…flattering…sorry, no thanks…” You heard bits and pieces of Peter’s words, furrowing your eyebrows at the phone.

“Pete what did you say?” you ask in confusion. Someone was flirting with Peter again for sure. You saddened slightly, but perked up again when you heard his voice come through the phone again.

He laughed awkwardly, and you smiled because you could visualize very clearly him scratching the back of his head the way he always did.

“Uhm yeah, anyway, I’ll come over later, you want me to bring takeout or pizza or something?”

“Sure!” you say breaking into a full grin at the mental picture.

“Sick, I’ll be over later okay? Bye!” he responded.

“Bye!” you spoke into the speaker, pressing the end call button. You went back to rummaging through the kitchen, deciding that chips and a pop-tart were good enough. You went into your room, dropping your backpack on the floor and grabbed your skateboard. You sat down and began to work on your project, pushing your skateboard back and forth under your feet.

You heard the house door close, and the sound of keys dropping on the table some hours later, signifying your mom’s arrival. She noticed your keys sitting on the table, and called through the house.

“Hey Bug!” she yelled.

“Hey mom!” you responded. Her footsteps echoed down the hall, as she poked her head in your room.

“Homework?” she asked.

“Yep…”

“Arts History?” You threw a sad thumbs up her way.

“Ew.” she chuckled, blowing you a kiss as she knocked on your door frame, signifying her departure. You continued working begrudgingly for about 45 minutes, when a realization hit you, and your head shots up from your work.

Peter has your chem notes, drawings and all. And you put his name in a heart. A HEART. You were screwed.

Peter was at the skatepark, sitting atop one of the ramps with his skateboard next to him. He was staring long and hard at your notebook. He didn’t need them anymore, he’d read through them all. It was the corner of the page that drew his attention. His name, in your handwriting, was encompassed by a heart. Did you do it as a joke? Had you done it and completely forgotten? We’re you playing some sort of mind game?

Peter couldn’t lie to himself. Despite having gone through one true relationship he never thought he’d get ever, and the number of people that seem to like to try and get his attention. It just happened around when he was on the phone with you actually, but they always ended in rejection. After you helped him get through coping with Gwen’s death, he realized he wouldn’t want to lose you for the world. You were his everything, and he wanted you close, in anyway he could have you, and recently, he’d realized that ‘more than friends’ was one of those ways.

You stared at Peter’s contact picture on your phone that was sitting on the floor. You sat crouched on your bed, debating what to do, because he definitely knew. How could he not? His name was right there on a page in a heart, and you were so forgetful, you hadn’t even thought about it when you gave him the notes. So you sat there, glaring at your phone- and then it lit up. Peter was calling you.

Your eyes widened and you backed away from the edge of the bed, putting more distance between you and the thing, not wanting to talk to him. Then you decided, out of some fit of completely fake confidence, that you were going to talk to him in person. You grabbed your skateboard and marched out the door confidently. The. you realized what you were actually about to do.

Peter was on his way to your house when he saw you skating down the street in his direction. He slowed to a stop and walked up to you in confusion. You stopped, hopped off of your board, and shoved it under your arm when you saw his figure walking in your direction

“Wha- how am I supposed to meet you at your house, if you’re here?" Peter speaks with befuddlement, eyes darting around nervously.

"Well, I figured we could go out and get food or something, since we didn't do our normal routine after school!" The words flew out of your mouth, blurring together.

Peter nodded in understanding, and put his board in his bag and started walking alongside you.

The two of you ended up at your favorite place, John's Pizzeria. The conversation you had on the way there wasn't horrible at all. It wasn't awkward, and quite pleasant. The two of you were seated on the top level of the restaraunt, surrounded by the fairy lights on the railings. The atmosphere was always amazing, which is why the two of you loved it so much.

The routine was the same as it had been for years: Extra Large Pizza, Half and Half of your favorite toppings, delicious garlic butter breadsticks, and soda for days. The two of you shared laughs about teachers, you listened to him rant about science and photography. He listened and hung onto your every word as you talked about your favorite things. The two of you split the bill, and left, walking in the direction of the skatepark. The two of you lay on your skateboards at the bottom of the ramp. Peter abruptly sat up, and started rummaging through his bag.

"Oh, here, your chemistry notes. " he hands the book to you, and in the flickering lights of the skatepark, you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

"Thanks." you speak, brushing your thoughts away, although you feel your face heat up. You train your gaze on the sky, the air around you guys silent, save for the breeze and sounds of the city.

"I like you too you know..." Peter mumbles cautiously, fearful to let the words pass his lips. He gestures to the notebook, and you flip to the page with his name on it. You turn, sit up and look at him, and his eyes widen slightly and his gaze drops.

"Really?" you speak through a breathy laugh. He looks back at you and nods in response, a smile gracing his features. You smile in return, and when you think back to about how you'd approached the whole incident, you chuckle. Peter furrows his eyebrows, but finds himself laughing along with you. You try to explain between fits of laughter the absurdity of the dance you'd been engaging in. Although your speech is broken, he understands you perfectly. He always did.

The laughter dies down and you both sigh catching your breath. Peter reaches for you, leans forward speaks up first.

"I really want to kiss you right now, is that bad?" he questions.

You laugh and lean your forehead on his.

"Not in the slightest."

Peter lifts your face to his, you lips fitting together perfectly. The kiss is slow, soft, and gentle. You pull away, dazed smiles on both of your faces.

"Who would have thought you'd be my pebble..." he mutters, thumb running up and down your jawline. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he elaborates.

"Like, you know how when you're skateboarding, or walking, or riding a bike, and you can be having a great time, but a rock or a pebble gets stuck in your shoe or wheel? Well, I was moving through life, and I always had something there, a pebble that kind of confused me, I was wondering how it ever got there, and I was desperate to figure it out. You are my pebble. You've always been there, you completely turned my life in a different direction, got me out of my comfort zone, and when I needed to be brought back to Earth you were there....It's you, my shoulder to lean on, it was you, someone to vent with, someone to confide in, a friend, someone to just sit in the silence of the dark with...it's you. You were whatever I needed, and even when I didn't know I needed it you were there. You always had been, and I can't get rid of you, but I wouldn't want to. It's you, and I'm glad it was you." he speaks with a smile growing on his face.

"Hm, R/N the pebble...your pebble? It's gonna grow on me, I kind of like it..."

"Always you, and only you my darling" he laughs.

You groan and rub your hands over your face.

"Chemistry notes. It took chemistry notes."

"Hey! At least we know we work out, we have great chemistry...literally I'm in your notebook, the science doesn't lie!"

You laugh at his dorkiness, and start to stand up.

"C'mon Mr. Parker, it's getting late, lets go." He puts his board in his bag, and you get on yours. You grab his hand, and he gets up and starts walking. He keeps hold of your hand, softly pulling you on your skateboard to your house. You get to your steps and he walks you up to the door.

"Goodnight my pebble" he smiles slowly letting go of your hand.

"Goodnight Pete" you smile.

You go insideand close the door, with a huge smile on your face. You open your eyes to your mom leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a smirk on her face.

"It's about time!" She throws her hands onto her hips smiling at you. She was always a huge advocate for you and Peter getting together. You smile, look down and shake your head. You say your goodnights, and walk to your room.

Your mom stayed in her spot, watching your figure fade away as you walked back to your room. She always had your best interest in mind. She saw the longing glances, and the heart eyes you shot his way when you thought nobody was watching. She saw the way his face lit up whever you walked into the room or said his name. She always saw herself and your dad, and the Parker's in you two, and although you all loved Gwen and how she made Peter happy, and were all equally devastated at her loss, she always had a hunch about the two of you. To see the look on your face when you walked in the door made her heart warm, and she knew that you guys would be endgame.

𝙄𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩

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allmoshnobrain · 9 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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We kicked back and enjoyed our breakfast, talking and laughing while the music played softly from the record player. I smiled, soaking in the scene, letting it stick in my memory: the morning sun streaming in, sneaking through the window, hitting Dave's ginger hair and lighting up his face. His hands deftly cutting the fruits, the juice from the strawberries he held dribbling down the knife blade as he chatted with me, the sound of his voice filling up the room. It was calm. Like pure happiness.

✦ summary: Amidst their new shared life, Dave and Nore create a memorable celebration for Nore's 19th birthday, with a surprise date and unexpected gifts.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, romance, fluff

✦ a/n: Hello! I think this is one of the longest chapters in the story so far, but I wanted to keep it all in one part since it's a special for Nore's 19th birthday! Plus, I wanted to give them a cute moment before the angst makes a comeback, hehe. By the way, in case any of you were curious, Nore was born on June 20. Yep, she's a Gemini! In my mind, that makes a lot of sense lol Hope you enjoyed it, and comments and feedback are totally welcome! ❤

✧ when I’m sad, she comes to me / with a thousand smiles / she gives to me free / it’s alright, she said / it’s alright / take anything you want from me / you can take anything, anything ✧

Dave and I were happy living together, at least for the following weeks. Those were the days when we were more in love than ever; Dave’s love for me burned as bright as the anger he felt towards the world and his past. He was like fire, intense and desperate, and I remember knowing, even back then, that I would never be the same again after being loved like that.

Our routine was calm, even though we had our fair share of hurdles, especially when it came to money. Dave worked at a car wash for a few weeks, but then he went back to just selling his drugs. He said it was just easier this way, plus it gave him time to focus on his music. He’d spend his days jamming, practicing, and creating, perfecting old solos, sketching lyrics for his songs.

I ended up going back to my old drawing hobby; it wasn’t too long before I found myself sketching all sorts of portraits of him, trying to capture the way his forehead would scrunch up a bit when he was too focused, the curve of his jaw, the shape of his lips. Our days were filled with art and each other's presence. And, for a while, that was enough.

As the days rolled by after being kicked out of the band, Dave's low spirits started to ease up, being replaced bit by bit with a fierce determination. Dave was still kind and sweet to me, but to the rest of the world, he seemed even more rebellious and angry than before. He was getting into fights even more often than usual, and he was having a real hard time getting a new band together, as many of his friends just didn't want to deal with his more and more common bursts of anger.

I watched these events unfold with a heavy heart, trying my best to help him. I knew he was putting on this front because he was hurting. He never let himself cry in front of me, but his sleep was restless, and many times I would wake up in the middle of the night because of how tormented he was by his nightmares. He'd hold onto me real tight, like he was scared I'd just vanish, and only then could we both finally go back to sleep.

In the middle of all the chaos, he loved me like he’d never loved before, and I knew that most of my days would end with me wrapped in his arms, surrendering to his touch as he undressed me, kissed me, and loved me. And there, with him, I felt alive.

Sometime down the road, I scored a new job at a neighborhood’s record store. The owner had a daughter around my age named Patricia, and even though the store got pretty busy, things there had a pretty chill pace. We'd spend our days talking and reading all the music magazine articles in the store. Turns out we had quite the same taste when it came to music, and it didn't take long for us to become friends.

Time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, my birthday had arrived. I stretched with a sigh as I woke up, soaking in the sunlight sneaking in through the curtain. I sat up in bed, surprised that Dave wasn't there; he usually snoozed in later than me. I got up, heading to the living room still in my pajamas, and caught a nice smell of cooking in the air.

"Hey there," I yawned when I spotted Dave, looking very focused while cooking something.

"Morning, birthday girl. Happy birthday," Dave looked up and flashed me a grin. I leaned on the doorframe, watching with a smile as he turned off the stove and plated the scrambled eggs he was whipping up. "Was gonna bring you breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it."

"I can totally go back to bed if you want," I teased. He chuckled, coming closer, and put his hands on my hips before planting a little kiss on my forehead.

"Don't sweat it. Go get changed, I'll set the table."

I went through my usual morning routine and changed up before heading back to the living room. Stepped into the room, and there was Dave, all set up at the table with various foods: he'd chopped up some fruit, whipped up scrambled eggs, poured orange juice, and there were even some pancakes. A Fleetwood Mac song was coming softly from the record player, which made me smile because they were one of my favorite bands.

"Not claiming to be a master chef here, but I hope you like it," he said, flashing a smile as he took his spot at the table. I poured some juice for myself.

"I loved it, Dave," I grinned right back at him. "Thanks."

"So, you got work today or what? 'Cause I've got a few things lined up for us," he asked.

"Nope, not today. Boss gave me the day off," I said, tilting my head, kinda curious. "What's the plan?"

"Ah, now that's a surprise," he grinned, and I playfully rolled my eyes, giving a little chuckle.

It was calm.

Like pure happiness.

Our moment got thrown off by a sudden knock on the door. Dave furrowed his brow, looking annoyed at the door before he got up to answer it. I watched, curious, as he swung the door open and headed outside to talk to someone who looked like a delivery person. He was taking way longer than I thought, and I was about to go check things out, but it wasn't needed. I jumped when Dave came rushing in, looking more excited than I had seen him in weeks.

"You've gotta check this out," he said, grabbing my hand. "Come on."

"What?" I laughed, trailing behind him as we ran down the stairs of the building, making a beeline for the garage. But he just chuckled low and kept tugging me along. "Dave. What's going on?" I let out this little shriek that turned into laughter when he came to a sudden stop, almost causing me to crash into him if he hadn't steadied me, holding me close. I took a step back, a bit out of breath and kinda baffled, a little smile creeping up on my lips. "Alright, tell me."

“You tell me,” he said, handing over an envelope. I furrowed my brow, puzzled. "This one's for you."

"You brought me down to the garage for an envelope?" I joked.

"Nope," he laughed, nodding towards our apartment's parking spot. "Check that out."

My mouth opened in amazement as I glanced over at the parking spot. Right next to Dave's old Mazda was the most jaw-dropping motorcycle I'd ever seen, shiny and new with an electric blue paint that almost seemed to glow.

"Dave, what the fuck?" I turned to him, totally incredulous, and he laughed. "Did you buy this thing?"

"I wish. That envelope came along. Maybe you should open it."

I popped the envelope open quickly, excited to crack this case, and my eyebrows shot up when I yanked out the motorcycle keys and a letter, with a handwriting I instantly recognized as my mother’s.

"Dear Eleanore,

I hope you know that despite recent events, your dad and I care deeply about you. And of course, we couldn't forget your birthday!

I must admit, I was a bit surprised to hear that you're living in Los Angeles instead of staying with your cousin. You know Long Beach is right around the corner, so your dad suggested that a decent ride would be an ideal birthday gift.

Consider it a vote of trust after what happened last year.

Enjoy your day!

Love,

Clémence Burton

p.s.: We heard you're living with your boyfriend. We hope to meet him soon."

"Check this out," I said, handing him the letter while I scooted over to get a closer look at my gift. Dave skimmed through the text in the letter, raising an eyebrow.

"You're a spoiled little rich kid," he laughed, flicking the letter back at me. I caught it and rolled my eyes with a grin. "Your mom sounds kinda scary."

"That's just how she is. But don't stress over it," I replied.

"It's kinda hard not to think about it all," he said, gazing at the motorcycle with a sort of longing look. "Damn, Nore. I knew your family had money, but..."

"Yeah, they're loaded. But I'm not," I said, playfully. Dave rolled his eyes but smirked.

"If my mom was packing cash, I'd be hittin' her up for way more than your basic allowance every month. You've got any clue how many drugs you could score with the price of this bike?"

I scoffed, my face getting a bit warm. It was sweet to get a gift like that, no doubt, but even though my parents had money, I wasn't too keen on relying on it. I learned early on that taking their money meant taking their rules, and that wasn't something I wanted anymore.

"Let's go back inside," I changed the subject, grabbing Dave's hand. He laced his fingers with mine, the warmth of his skin helping to shake off some of the frustration that talking about my parents always stirred up. We went back up the stairs to our apartment.

"Can I get a killer bike like that for my birthday?" he blurted out, and I laughed.

"Isn't your birthday kinda far off?" I quipped as we reentered the apartment. I watched as he grabbed his leather jacket and house keys. “You headed out?“

"Yeah, but I won't be gone long," he grinned and planted a small kiss on my forehead. "Got some deliveries to make. Be ready for your surprise when I'm back, cool? We're going out at five."

“Do I need to wear something specific?” I tried to squeeze a hint about his scheme out of him, but he just grinned back, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Nah, just look stunning. I mean, that's a given with you, anyway," he cupped my face in his hands, planting a bunch of small kisses on my lips and making me giggle. "See you in a bit."

"Later, Dave."

Dave left, and I focused on clearing the breakfast table, nibbling on the leftover fruits as I stored the food and tidied up the dishes. Then I focused on picking the outfit I would wear to celebrate my birthday. I was on the hunt for my Motörhead tee in the pile of shirts at the end of the bed when I heard the phone ring and rushed to answer it.

"Hello."

"Hey, Nore."

"Cliff?? " I asked, stunned, a mixed bag of feelings flooding in as I heard his voice. I missed him, because we hadn't been talking for weeks. I was angry, too, because there was one very obvious reason why we weren't talking; I hadn't exactly worked through the sting of Dave being kicked out yet. And even if I wasn't ready to admit it, I was stoked to hear Cliff's voice again. To know he was there. "How'd you even know my number?" I finally managed to ask. He let out a sigh.

"It ain't rocket science when you've given your address to my mom... I can't believe you're living with Dave."

My cheeks warmed up.

"Yeah, he asked and I... I didn't think it would be a problem."

“Your mom’s pissed, you know?”

“Yeah. I figured. But you know I don't care.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Happy birthday, by the way," he said.

"Oh, thanks,"

"Do you want to chat with Lars and James? They wanted to wish you a happy birthday too."

I paused. The way Cliff spoke, it was almost like the past few weeks of silence because of Dave hadn't happened. I could never hold a grudge against him for too long, but being upset with Lars and James was a new experience for me. It was kind of confusing, especially after that call from James a few weeks back. I admit I tried not to dwell on it — the desire and longing I had heard in his voice that night, the way he seemed genuinely distressed not to have me around.

I definitely wasn't ready to deal with that.

"I think I'll pass for now," I said quickly. "It's just that..."

"You’re still pissed off at us?" Cliff's tone carried a tinge of disappointment.

"It's not exactly that. It's just... complicated. But please tell them I appreciate it."

"Alright. Will you be around when I'm back?"

I hesitated, but who was I kidding? Despite all the trouble with Dave and the guys, I couldn't really stay away from Cliff.

"Yeah, sure," I said, a small smile involuntarily creeping onto my lips.

"See you then."

"Later, Cliff."

Dave showed up right at five to pick me up for the birthday surprise. I was in the middle of fixing my outfit when the jingle of keys at the door hit my ears. Soon enough, he showed up, casually leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"Hey, babe. You look hot," he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hi," I finished fixing my hair and turned to face him with a smile. "I'm all set. So, are you gonna spill the beans on where we're headed?"

"Patience, my dear. You'll know soon enough. Ready to roll?"

I followed him to the car, sneakily studying his expression for any clues about what was in store, but he just shot me a knowing smile as we cruised out of the apartment parking lot.

"Why are you staring at me?" he smirked.

"Just curious. You gonna let me in on the secret plan?"

"Guess patience isn't your strongest suit, huh?" he chuckled, and I playfully rolled my eyes.

At last, we pulled up to a spot where a line of cars had already formed for parking. I looked at the scene curiously, letting out a soft chuckle when Dave used one hand to cover my eyes.

"Dave, what's the deal?"

"Just keep 'em shut, alright? Trust me, it's gonna be worth it."

I followed his lead, even though my curiosity was on the brink. I waited, a smirk tugging at my lips, while he kept driving and then deftly maneuvered the car. Finally, he parked, and I heard a rustling sound as he grabbed something from the back seat. I fought the urge to sneak a peek.

"Alright, eyes open," he announced, and I obeyed, taking in the scene unfolding around me with a grin that just kept growing; we were in an open field, the sun dipping toward the horizon as cars settled around us. And right in front of us, a big screen stood, still turned off.

"A drive-in theater?" I exclaimed, my excitement evident. I looked over at Dave and noticed he had a bunch of snack packs and soda cans in his hands.

"Well, you're a movie fan, right? Figured it'd be a cool idea," he handed me a bag of chips and a can of cola.

"I love it," I grinned, reaching for his hand. "What's on the movie list?"

"Indiana Jones. I know it's not exactly the most romantic choice, but it was the only flick playing today..."

"Dave, you brought me to a drive-in on my birthday. That's pretty romantic in my book," I quipped with a soft laugh, and he smiled, pulling me a bit closer and planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "Plus, I like Indiana Jones," I added, and he chuckled.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, stars started to twinkle in the night sky, and the movie began. I tried my best to follow the storyline and enjoy the chips and soda Dave had considerately gotten, but I couldn't resist exchanging glances and grins with him. Before long, those glances turned into his hand finding my waist and pulling me close as I surrendered to his kisses, the movie almost entirely forgotten as we basked in each other's warmth.

I let myself stay in his embrace as the movie wrapped up and the credits rolled, a smile gracing my lips as I absentmindedly played with his hair, feeling a light flush in my cheeks as he gazed back at me.

"So, did you enjoy your day?" he asked softly.

"It was amazing. Thanks, Dave," I smiled.

"Hey, it's not over yet," he teased, and I let out a soft chuckle. Leaning over, he popped open the car compartment and retrieved a small package, handing it to me. My eyes fixed on the little box, and then I glanced up at him, intrigued. "Couldn't let the day go by without a little something."

I opened the box, a warm feeling spreading through me as I caught sight of its contents: a silver necklace with a delicate blue stone pendant. Dave gently took the box from my hands, sweeping my hair aside to clasp the necklace around my neck. His fingers traced the curve of the chain, cradling the tiny stone in his palm before he looked at me with that familiar smile.

"Reminded me of you when I saw it. Thought it'd suit you," he shared, and I chuckled softly. "Even if it's not quite as grand as that motorcycle..."

"Shut up, Dave," I whispered, drawing him into a tender kiss. His laughter brushed against my lips, the kiss as easy and familiar as always. Pulling back, I met his gaze, my eyes locked with his as his hand cupped my chin. "I love it. Thank you."

A soft smile curved his lips as his hand found mine, our fingers intertwining while I rested my head against his shoulder. I allowed myself to linger there, embracing the happiness I felt, the solace and comfort his presence brought, and how things had certainly changed for the better since the disaster of my last birthday.

I didn't know what the next year held for me, but I hoped it would be just like that day: brimming with happiness and peace, despite everything.

And with the boy I loved by my side.

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spaceratprodigy · 9 months

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✏ WIP Wednesday ✏

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall @captastra 💖💫

I haven't got any new drawings to share just yet! I'm taking a lil break to let my body and my brain rest. But I have been excitedly planning out the things I want to work on next and I genuinely can't wait! Not putting pressure on myself, but I've been super excited to work on some smaller oc stuff, some au stuff, and hopefully I'll have the energy to make some fun things for Halloween this year! :3

I haaaave been messing around with some quick ideas in my notes app tho, so I can share those today at least. Hope y'all like reading! 👇

🔍 — Detective au

"Maximillian, could you hand me that?" she asked, a soft teasing in her voice.

Max reached for the seasoning his companion pointed at, their fingers brushing against each other during the hand-off. Losing himself only for a moment thinking about the way his name sounded on her lips.

"I've never cooked anything like this on my own" he said, holding his head over the pot to take in the aroma.

"It's never too late to learn" Faith practically sang. "Thank you, again. For helping, I mean."

Max's eyes softened looking at her, the smile on her face was genuine. One she had hardly shown during their time together on this case. He wanted to spend every day in this kitchen with her, seeing her glow like this.

"Salami soup is an interesting choice, I've never heard of it before tonight. I'm sure yours is quite the delicacy." He meant it sincerely, but couldn't resist trying to get another playful smile out of her with flattery.

He began cleaning up the mess they had made while prepping. Carefully moving the knives and cutting boards to the sink, wiping up any straggling ingredients that didn't quite make it to the pot, turning down the volume of her little kitchen radio. The way she couldn't resist dancing along to the tunes she liked filled Max's heart with a feeling he still didn't quite understand yet. One he was afraid to acknowledge.

Faith looked at him with a comfort she'd never felt before. She ladled up some broth, offering him a taste. Her smile only growing when he winced from the heat, but agreeing it was quite delicious. She didn't expect to become so fond of her new partner, even less did she think the man she met her first day on this case would enjoy the quality time as much as she did. She heard the whispers about him, the warnings, but that clearly wasn't the man that stood before her.

Faith looked back at her pot with a tired expression.

"Funnily enough, there were quite a few of us in the same crowd who had grandparents or parents that came from Puerto Rico. It was a dish we all knew well, we loved talking about the differences in our family recipes" she stirred slowly, the sounds of the kitchen becoming drowned out by her thoughts.

"But weirdly, we all knew it as Spanish Soup! What a coincidence our parents all had the same name for it" she let out a short, quiet laugh. The corners of her mouth perking up, but her eyes unchanged, fixed on the simmering.

"Not quite the right name for it, though, but a weirdly consistent one. I'm not sure if it was a language barrier translation or what..."

Faith began trailing off and mumbling, not necessarily talking to Max anymore so much as she was reminiscing to herself about mundane moments from her past.

"Sopa de salchichon" she breathed, her voice almost inaudible.

"Is it a favorite of yours?" Max asked, trying to bring her back to reality. A slight bit concerned by her sudden change in tone.

Faith blinked.

"One of them, yes. But not my absolute favorite by any means" Faith began thinking about when she should make Max cook potato soup with her next. "It brings me some comfort, though."

"Does it, now?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My dad used to make it all the time" her voice had no enthusiasm in it anymore. She inspected her brightly colored concoction carefully. "He never did figure out how to cook the potatoes all the way through."

She attempted to ladle up a little bit of everything, admiring how warm it looked. Salami. Potatoes. Pasta. Onions. They radiated in their bath of popping reds, oranges, and yellows. She looked as if she was going to give it a taste, herself, but dropped it gently back into the pot.

The shift in her attitude worried Max, who was unsure of the direction this topic was heading.

"Were you close with your father?" he finally asked.

Faith was silent for a moment.

And another moment.

And another.

Max had realized too late the weight of his question when he heard Faith start sniffling.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't mean to overstep-" his own voice coming out and wavering before he had time to think.

He took a step towards her, immediately wanting to make it better, wanting to go back just a few minutes ago when she was smiling and dancing around the kitchen. Not knowing how to fix it, how to comfort her, not knowing her boundaries and not wanting to cross them.

Faith wouldn't look at him, the hot tears broke through and were running down her cheeks. Her eyes stung. She was desperately trying to dry her face.

"N-no, you're fine.. you didn't.." she was trying to speak, but her cracking voice wouldn't cooperate "M-max.." she wanted to reassure him he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, she looked at him. Max had never seen her like that before. It made his heart sink in his chest. Instinctively reaching his arms towards her before he realized what he was doing. His hand so close to cradling her cheek when–

"Fuck!" — "Jesus Christ!" they exclaimed in unison.

The intrusive ringing of her home phone made them jump. Stunning the partners in place, left staring at each other and wondering what was about to happen between them.

📿 — Midnight Mass au [previous tidbit]

The light of the morning sun kissed her skin with a comforting warmth. The scent of honeysuckle on the faint breeze. It was peaceful. Normally she would have considered this the perfect start to her day.

Today, however, was far from perfect.

The gentleness of it all, it mocked her. How can the sky be so clear, the gardens blooming so beautifully, the children laughing so innocently. How can it go on when a storm was about to blow through. A storm no one else was going to feel, to even know was happening.

Faith felt her heart cracking and crumbling. She didn't know how she was supposed to do this.

Trying to keep her breaths calm, she continued pacing around the road she knew like the back of her hand. The one she often walked with a confident stride. Today, it was a walk of shame. Guilt. Her choices finally catching up with her.

Faith plucked a small flower from a neighbor's garden, hoping they weren't around to notice. She began pulling off the petals one by one, trying to keep her shaky, fidgeting hands occupied. It was so delicate between her fingers, so pretty.

It frustrated her.

Not because it had done anything in particular to upset her. She just wanted somewhere to direct her own internal conflict, and the little flower in her hands was the closest casualty.

Faith's heart began beating hard when the church began peeking into view. She swallowed hard, not realizing how dry her throat had become.

How do I tell him?

It was her one place of solace. She was kind, caring, reserved, but never cold. Faith tried her best to be an active member in her community, but it was still a bit out of her comfort zone at times to put such a strain on her social battery. Even more so when her Hiram had left for war.

She enjoyed the solitude of the church. She enjoyed even more what she never expected to find in it.

The last thing Faith thought she'd ever learn about herself, was that she didn't actually marry the love of her life. That becoming more involved in her local church would lead her down a blasphemous path.

An adulterous one.

Finally standing before the building in question, Faith took a moment to admire the architecture. It was a stunning building, a real work of art.

She began her trek up the stairs. The weight growing on her feet with every step. It was agonizing.

With the town's vicar, no less.

Faith felt light headed when she reached the top. Her ears were ringing, darkness was peering in from her peripheral vision.

What greater sin could we have committed?

The doors were open, the morning air saving the church from its usual stuffiness. The sun rays beaming in through the stained glass windows, illuminating the space with colors and dust particles alike. Faith had eyes for only one thing that stood in that room.

Vicar Maximillian DeSoto, very carefully tending to the appearance within his church's walls.

Faith's cheeks were hot, no doubt turning red just at the sight of him. Her heart fluttered in a way no one, not even her Hiram, ever made her feel. She never quite believed in soul mates, until she met Max, and they realized they were meant to be together. Unable to bear being apart from each other's side for too long.

Faith felt the tears welling up in her eyes, not knowing how she's supposed to have this conversation with him. Not knowing what news she was supposed to tell him first.

That she was carrying his child.

Or that her husband just returned home.

🚀 — Canon (summary; not the actual wip)

Faith has an emotional moment (more like an existential crisis) in Phin's lab regarding having been spontaneously dropped into Halcyon to fend for herself + an identity crisis about who she was and who she now has to be. Finding unexpected comfort in him being the only person who believes and understands her complicated existence.

They have a proper heart to heart and Phineas apologizes for the mess he's thrown Faith into without warning or preparation, finally filling her in on what the hell is going on.

Phin confesses that during the unthawing process he saw some things that gave him a clue about Faith's past. Being concerned for her wellbeing, he brings up the uncomfortable information he discovered. His new friend, quite unhappy with him, was hoping to put as much distance as possible between her past on Earth and her newfound identity.

#anywayssss 🤭#hehehehe #faith and max #my writing #shout out to the couple of y'all that let me ramble like a madman abt my ideas lmao

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No Grave Can Hold My Body Down, I’ll Crawl Home to Her | Beorn x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (pretty spicy)

Pairing: Beorn x Fem!OC for @medusas-hairband – Tumblr ate the original ask right out of my inbox but I gotchu babe.

Warnings/tags: rough sex, biting, impact play. Breeding kink slipped in here too, whoops. CW: descriptions of blood & injury from a battle.

Original request: “can I request some intense I-almost-lost-you-so-I’ll-fuck-you-into-tomorrow primal sex with Beorn and a woman? Your choice if the desperation is more on his part or hers” – to which I answer, both? Both is good. also yeah we’re ignoring how he looks in the Hobbit. We’re getting Jason Momoa!Beorn because I said so.

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

The black blood is still cooling on his armor when Beorn finds her in the woods in a circle of the slain orcs she’s brought down with her own hands. Never has she been more beautiful. She drops her sword and runs to him. He drops his-- the battle’s over-- they’re whole, they’re whole-- that’s all that matters-- and coils his arms around her hips, snatch her up. She locks her legs around his waist and surges up to claim his mouth in a consuming kiss that’s more teeth than tongue.

There is blood leaking from a wound in her side. Blood drying on her hands. It mingles with the blood and mud streaked on his face. He doesn’t care. He kisses her. Tastes it: metallic on her tongue, and lets out a moan. Blood means they are still here. They are still alive. They made it.

She sinks her teeth into his bottom lip. He growls and slams her up against a tree.

“Need to feel you,” she hisses against his lips, braced between the rough trunk and his own body. “Need to feel you inside me. Make me yours.”

“Mine,” he rumbles in agreement. He lets her go just so he can tear open the laces to her leather trousers. She reaches for his. They aren’t undressing each other so much as tearing each other open, clawing at the fabric, rending it away until there’s nothing between them but flesh.

Their hips knock together. She shoves him down to the loamy earth and climbs astride his hips. The impact makes him wince. He’s wounded, too, he doesn’t care. He has to have her. Has to know that they’re both real.

She feels real enough when she takes him in her hand and mounts him. Hot and wet and slick. And to her, it’s the same: she knows he is here, hard and huge and perfect. Almost too much to take. The burn is exquisite. She braces her hands on his chest and rises up, then swallows him up again, fucking him, taking him as deep as he’ll go as she pants and moans into his mouth.

He wants more. They both do. He fists his hand in her hair and flips her under him, pinning her to the earth. The warm smell of the wet leaves, the dirt, the fresh growing things, the spike of pain that shoots through his stomach, the way she claws and bites at him like a wildcat, drawing scratchmarks down his back as he ruts into her, claiming her--- it’s a all a brilliant reminder: a splash of holy color on what remains of the day. They are still here. They are still here. They are still here.

He presses his forehead to hers. Swallows her gasps straight into his own mouth. The air expelled from her lungs. The vivid proof that she still breathes. She digs her fingernails into his arm and draws blood. Sweet, fresh, blood. Evidence that tells her he still has a heart that beats in his chest.

“Harder,” she demands.

He slams into her so hard she chokes. She’s unbreakable: this woman of his. Perfect. Dauntless. Incredible. As strong and capable a warrior as any he’s ever known. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her.

She manages to flip him again. They roll through the fallen leaves together. She slams his wrists to the ground and tosses her hips.

“Thought I lost you,” she hisses out with a tortured moan. “I saw the blow. Saw the blade--”

“Never,” he insists. The cut isn’t deep. He’ll survive. “I’ll always come home to you. I promise.”

She cries out and clenches around him, letting go of his wrists to collapse onto his chest. Beorn wraps his arms around her, fucks her straight through it, rolls her onto her stomach and pins her to the ground by the back of her neck, smothering her, slamming in, out, in, out, over and over and over-- fucking her into the dirt as she screams and shakes and keeps coming.

He’s going to put a baby in her, he thinks. Then no matter what, she’ll always have a piece of him.

He growls, sinks his teeth into her shoulder, and comes.

They lie there entangled together, bodies cooling as the sun starts to set. He strokes her hair back behind her ear and soothes the bite mark he left on her shoulder with the flat of his tongue, then a kiss.

“I need to have a look at that wound,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. He’s still crushing her.

“And I yours,” he replies back. “I’ll make a fire.”

She reaches back to grab onto him before he can leave her.

“In a minute.”

Beorn closes his eyes, buries his nose in her hair, enjoys the scent of her, knowing she is real, she is real, she is real.

“In a minute,” he agrees.

They lay there and watch the sun set together, and the stars wink to life above their heads. The day is done and they know: the stars are proof. They’ll live to see another sunrise.

#beorn #beorn x reader #beorn x you #the hobbit x you #spicy

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missbunmuffin · 3 months

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Glass Joe and Eleanor stuff

I gave you pretty basic information about my stupid little punch out oc time to share about her relationship with Joe.

* Lots of cuddling. Getting into bed is one of their favorite parts of the day.

* Lots of stuffed animals on the bed because of Eleanor. Joes had to explain on multiple occasions they really aren’t his. He doesn’t mind as long as she’s happy.

* They would show pda more but they really don’t due to how socially anxious Eleanor is. Most they do is hold hands and sometimes kiss

* Lots of kisses at home though. Cheek kisses, nose kisses, forehead kisses, etc.

* They are the parents of Joes cat BonBon who is a white doll faced Persian cat(I think those are safe Persians but if not she’s a ragdoll. Shes not real ik but I don’t want to promote breeding cats just because they are cute) she loves her mommy and daddy so much and she can be a little gremlin. I could go on but this post isn’t about her

* They both try to comfort each other about the other’s insecurities like Eleanor’s small breasts, and Joes big nose.

* They don’t plan to have children mainly because Eleanor doesn’t want them and Joe doesn’t care as long as she’s happy.

* They both support each other in whatever even if they don’t understand it. Like Eleanor getting Joes sim pregnant in the sims 2 and them being parents to some alien child. Yeah Eleanor wants to be a parent but only to a cat and video game children.

* Also Eleanor’s into video games. Shes into harvest moon and she goes for whatever bachelor reminds the most of Joe because she kind of feels bad about dating a fictional but Joe doesn’t give a shit. Joe will join her in games if it’s a two player one sometimes

* They’re both clumsy dumbasses. I imagine them going ice skating or something and one of them falls and the other also falls when trying to get the other one up.

* I imagine Joe having two nieces because he has a sister who has kids and they often have to watch them because their mother just drops them off at the house with no warning. They both find it annoying especially since Eleanor is not really that good with children despite her having to help with her siblings as young as 10. Let alone children who are inappropriate and cuss.

* Eleanor is always feeding Joe pastries he probably shouldn’t be eating. He can’t really get himself to deny her offers because he can’t help himself to not eat them.

* Joes very protective of Eleanor because of how sensitive she is. I think if you’re not nice he’s probably not gonna be nice but if you’re mean to her he’s definitely not going to be nice. He ended up in the hospital one time because of this.

* Eleanor is also protective of Joe in her own way. She can get really defensive if someone says something about her man. Negative comments towards Joe can hurt her more than it hurts him.

* They have spa days all the time. Whether it be at home or they go to an actual spa it’s a good bonding time for them.

* They both love playing with each other’s hair.

* Sometimes they’ll both draw together. Idk it just seems cute.

That’s all I have for now ;-;

Have a cookie 🍪

#punch out #punch out oc #oc x canon #glass joe #they’re so silly #they’re both dumbasses #I know you’re probably thinking who the fuck is Eleanor right now

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bg-sparrow · 6 months

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can I have ⭐⭐⭐ for 3 different things u wanna talk about?? 🥺👀

Yay! THREE stars for Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut?? Eeeee

November 16th will be the one-year anniversary of the completion of my Marty X OC trilogy rewrite, The Time Circuits Series. With five works and 274K words written over nine years, it will always be one of my greatest writing accomplishments. I thought I would write it and be done in the BttF fanfic fandom, but lo, since I finished this series last year, I graduated to writing canon fics and have since added 30 more BttF fics to Ao3!

So I want to use these three stars to highlight the first scenes I wrote for each of the three main trilogy stories. I wrote the series totally out of order, as the scenes came to me. I had three chapters of Part III before I started Part II!

So, without further ado, the first scenes!

(There will be spoilers, ye be warned!)

⭐️ Where You're Going (Time Circuits Series #1) ⭐️

The first scene I wrote for this series was in Spring 2006, and it was the scene at the end when Doc reveals his bulletproof vest and the letter. Because that's what this whole story builds up to when it's said and done. This is the end product:

Emma clambered on behind Marty, catching herself on his shoulder when he dropped to the ground. As Marty pulled Doc over onto his back, Emma sank to her knees, staring at the holes on her father's chest and his unblinking eyes. Her body seized up, a crippling numbness seeping through her resolve with gradual, irreversible panic. What does she do? What does she do now? Even as Marty had to turn away, she held vigil over her father as she tried to digest this reality. This is real. This is your reality. It's real. He's — Emma wouldn't think it, not until she knew. Not until she knew. Hand trembling, she slowly reached out over the entry holes in the radiation suit for the side of his neck to feel for a pulse – definitive, tangible evidence she could tether to her hypothesis. As her hand passed over his heart, her own nearly gave out, and she froze. He blinked. Emma's eyes grew, and before she could more than blink herself, her father was sitting up. In her dumbfounded silence, his chest met her paralyzed hand as he rose. A watery smile wrinkled Emma's lip when she flattened her palm and felt him breathe. Emmett smiled. As expected, life pieced together every question he had suppressed that week, and realizing some time after sending Emma Klein back to the future that she was indeed Emma Brown filled him with insatiable anticipation for the moment on the other end of that lightning strike. And through the continuity of time, confirmation of the success of his greatest invention finally arrived by means of Emma throwing her arms around him in a parking lot. He could feel her holding her breath to refuse the sobs trying to surface, but when he wrapped an arm around her, she exhaled audibly and clutched the back of his neck. "You're alive." Emmett let his daughter fall away at Marty's voice, seeing her eye something she couldn't quite place about his torso as Marty turned around. He revealed the vest, amused at their predictable awe. He watched their eyes dance over each spent round plastered harmlessly to his person, Marty steadying himself at Emma's low back as he leaned in. "How did you know?" he asked, a question Emma hadn't even considered until that moment. "We never got the chance to tell you." Marty felt Emma draw a sudden, silent breath, further peering around her as Doc retrieved their preserved, yellowed letter from between the bulletproof vest and the radiation suit. They had been his first defense against this horrible fate in more ways than one, and Emmett had waited a long time to deliver this apology. Part of him was relieved to finally have the freedom to acknowledge them as he had first known them: the kid in the life preserver and the girl who spouted brainwave stuff. As Marty folded the letter over in confusion, Emma had already beat him to the punch with a soft, wry smile, eyes locked on her father. With that look, Emmett plainly heard her berating him in his mind: you damned hypocrite, quickly followed by thank God. "What about all that talk?" Marty asked, still trying to work the adrenaline out of his voice and gulp air at the same time. "About screwing up future events? The spacetime continuum?" Emmett dared a smug grin. For these two kids, he was all in. "Well, I figured, what the hell?"

⭐️ Where You Are (Time Circuits Series #2) ⭐️

The first scene I sketched out for Part II was dated May 17, 2013 in my notes. It is a scene in 1955 where Marty has been trapped in Biff's garage, and Emma, while trying to free him, is caught by Biff. I didn't just want Emma to be that OC that was constantly attached to Marty's hip, and the likelihood of both of them being caught in Biff's back seat was too high. I liked using Emma to see what Marty didn't — and push her out of her comfort zone when put on the spot.

Emma quickly scanned the outskirts of the driveway for something to bludgeon the lock with. There was a metal watering can and a few flimsy lawn ornaments with the structural integrity of a coat hanger, but nothing substantial that would free Marty with one hit. Maybe something lay between the side of the garage and the hedges – "Hey!" Emma spun around at the vicious bark. A small jolt of terror hit her to see that it was Biff himself staring her down, and she quickly resorted to a nervous laugh and bright greeting. Her voice cracked. "Hi!" His mouth hung open in confusion, utterly dumbfounded at the presence of this somewhat familiar girl. He tossed the red ball that had rolled in front of the house at the same group of kids from earlier, sending them the other way with a glare that indicated this was a one-time kindness. He redirected his narrowing eyes to the intruder. "What do you think you're doing?" Emma plastered a smile on her face. "I came looking for you," she said quickly, keeping his attention on her. "I thought I'd check the garage first since I know how much you like your car." "Yeah, well, what do you want?" he asked tersely. What do I want? That's a fantastic question. And the answer her mind came up with made her grimace inwardly, but Biff wasn't a bottomless well of patience. […] "Well, I heard you didn't have a date for tonight," she said clasping her hands with a dainty shrug. "That Lorraine was stupid enough to turn you down. And while it might seem terrible of me, I don't want to miss out on the opportunity she passed up."

⭐️ Where You Were (Time Circuits Series #3) ⭐️

So, looking back at my notes, I was WRONG about what I remember being my first scene for this story (by one day; my first notes for Part 3 were dated March 18, 2013)! I thought it was the scene in the blacksmith shop where Marty shows Doc the tombstone photograph, but it turns out it was the one scene I always wished had played out a bit differently: Doc and Marty at the silver mine unloading the DeLorean the night before they go back to 1985. The issue with this scene if you're giving Doc Brown a daughter: he's not going to tell her and Marty that he's staying in 1885 with a woman he met two days ago. So this scene became a huge deal because I couldn't omit it and I needed it to have the same emotional impact as the original.

In this version, Doc knows he can't stay with Clara despite Emma encouraging him to find a way to be with her. She ultimately fails, storms off, and spurs Marty into action. I always wanted a more sympathetic Marty in this scene, too, so I took the opportunity.

Marty went after his mentor. "You should say goodbye to her." Emmett looked up from the wrinkles in his bedroll. An inkling of intrigue passed over his face as Marty sat down, grimacing with a hand pressed to his side. Seeing the tranquil rise and fall of Emma's back, Marty lowered his voice, motioning to the fire as he spoke. "You guys just disappeared, Doc. Right in front of me." The Lyon Estates pennants fell at his feet over and over in his mind's eye. "Right out of the middle of the sky. And for the two minutes I had to wonder if I would ever see Emma again, it was hell." Marty glanced at the lock of hair snaking out from Emma's cocoon. He took a deep breath and held it, refusing to let the knot in his chest become a lump in his throat. "I couldn't imagine having to live through eight months of that, let alone the rest of my life." Marty hunted for Doc's eyes until he found them under the brim of the Stetson, unhappy with the resistance. Marty took off his hat and ruffled his matted hair, gesturing to the DeLorean next. "I mean, come on, Doc," he said, arm dropping soundly. "Is it fair that you'll go home and look Clara up in the City Archives, and she'll just have to wonder?" Doc sighed through his nose. He twirled Clara's stem of lupine in thought. "None of it is fair, Marty." Doc leaned closer to the fire, orange flickers strobing on his sleeves and nose. "What am I going to say? 'I have to go back to the future'?" Marty shrugged, moving his gun belt to the far end of his bedroll. "I don't know, Doc. If you tell her the truth, she'll think you're lying. And if you lie to her…" Marty whipped a stick into the fire. "Hell, I'm in it with you, and I don't even understand it." Doc looked over his shoulder at the fuzzy moonlight pooled on the body of the DeLorean. He imagined Clara caressing it in awe, captivated by the possibilities and envisioning countless worlds waiting to be explored. Only he could put that enraptured smile on her face – and take it away. "Clara would understand it," Emmett murmured. He slipped Clara's favor into his pocket, a blip of vigor returning to his flat voice. "She loves Jules Verne, Marty. She has all his books! And she knows that through the pursuits of science, the incredible feats of man in those books could be a reality. She has the ability to believe, and so, too, I believe, to understand." Marty raised a skeptical eyebrow, but Doc lured a half-smile out of him when he finally stood. "What she won't understand," Doc said, shaking out his duster, "is why I can't take her with us. But I shall strive to find a way to do so before I get there." "You'll think of something, Doc. Just… go easy on the details, huh?"

And there you have it! The first scenes I wrote for each of the three main stories in my Time Circuits Series! Thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to spotlight these! :D

#back to the future #bttf #timecircuitsseries #fanfic #fanfiction #marty mcfly #doc brown #emma brown #mcbrown #marty mcfly x oc #back to the future oc #ask box #fanfic writers director's cut #thank you!!

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ask-paradox-and-friends · 12 days

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Okay so based on the street fighter series.

Street fighter x our oc rivals scenes.

Kaito vs Dalahim

*Dalshim is floating by with Kaito walking by with his cane only for Kaito to stop turn and wave his cane under Dalshim he then gently taps the monks shoulder.*

Dalshim:hello fellow spiritual travler. May I help you?

Kaito:....

Dalshim:I see. Well you see the world differently then I do. It is intriguing all the same.

Kaito:??

Dalshim:I had read your mind. You and I draw power from the same source.

Kaito:*holds up cane and motions to the ground*

Dalshim:this is yoga. Would you like a presentation?

Kaito:*nods*

Dalshim:very well. In return I would be honored if you showed me your skills.

Dearil vs Rufus

Rufus:*Running up to Dearil* KEN MASTERS!!! I found you! You think with that sickly geezer disguise I'll be thrown off? Take any disguise you want! I'll find you!

Dearil:I'm sorry. Who are you?

Rufus:*Stomping his foot* ARE YOU KIDDING!? EVERY TIME! EVERY SINGLE TIME! ILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER ME!

Dearil:who is this Ken Masters?

Rufus:don't you try to trick me! For that I'll rip you apart then glue you back together and pull you apart all over again!

Dearil:*wondering how he got himself in this situation as Rufus rambles on and on*

Bun vs Juri

Bun:*walking down the road taking a swig of green tea in a can* "!?" *ducks as Juri kicks at him from behind.*

Juri:well hello newbie. you seem tasty~

Bun:the hell?

Juri:*licks her lips as her eye glows with her getting into a fighting stance* I bet you taste delicious.

Bun:I'm taken. Seriously why do I get the crazy girls?

Juri:this will be fun. Hope i don't break my new toy too easily.

Bun:*puts his mask on with his own glowing eye.* careful. I'm not above hitting a crazy woman.

Sakura:*Running down the street* IM LATE! IM LATE!

Tsugu:*running the other way with a chocolate crosont in her mouth* CRAP! CRAP! SAYO IS GOING TO KILL ME!

*Both girls run into each other hard enough to shake the camera*

Sakura:ow....sorry..*sees Tsugus uniform* huh? Wait I've seen that uniform! You go to Haneoka Girls' High School!

Tsugu:*Sees Sakura's bag* Tamagawa Minami High School? Wait! Sayo told me about you! You must be their sport star!

Sakura:Wait that ribbon. You're afterglow's keyboardist! I've heard a lot about you! Say how about we have a little duel? It'd be great warmup for our future high school martial art tournament!

Tsugu:uh..arggg..fine. I'll do my best! *looks at book* sorry I'll be late Sayo.

Garou vs Sagat

Garou:So this is Thailand's champion? Hehe perfect.

Sagat:what are you doing young man?

Garou:I've been in this martial art tournament for some time and so far Noone is worth my time. But I've heard about you. So how about it? You and me go a round?

Sagat:you speak like you only want power but I can sense something more in you. Very well. I shall take you up on your offer.

*Sagat does a battle roar as Garou chuckles in a fighting stance*

Garou:Hahahaha! YAHOO!

Saito vs E Honda

*Saito is watching as Honda approaches*

Honda:so you're the one thats been going around beating the other sumo wrestlers? Seem a bit on the smaller side. Kiruyu was it?

Saito:agreed. But I didn't fight the others out of a lust for battle. It was just a disagreement out of hand.

Honda:out of hand? You whooped them good! Hahaha I have to see your skills!

Saito:*sighs* how about this? I win you tell your organization to leave my sumo friend alone. You win and I'll cook you up my dragon spice bento?

Honda:hmm so a meal and a good battle? I can't turn this down!

Mai vs Akuma

Akuma:*walking up to Mai growling sensing her.* you. You seem like a worthy foe! You have truly transcended your humanity! Let this be a legendary battle!

Mai:*with a lollipop in her mouth* so this is Akuma? I've heard a lot about you. Honestly I was worried I'd spend my time here chasing you and Ryu around. *breaks the loli in her mouth and spits the stick out.*

Akuma:come then! Approach me!

Mai:*cracks knuckles* You better not disappoint Boy!

Paradox vs Zangeif

*Paradox walks by growling and complaining*

Paradox:fragging club. I knocked him out! Why did they try to jib me! It's not my fault the weakling couldn't take a punch!

Zangeif:you! Comrade!

Paradox:*Grumbling showing the size difference between the two.* what?

Zangeif:I had heard of your victory! It was bad victory. You look down muscle buddy! Fighting and exercise is a good thing to do when down or sad! I shall fight you now!

Paradox:*tilting head before laughing* oh this is golden! I wonder if you'll keep smiling after this fight!

Pico vs guile

Guile:*Practicing sonic boom only to notice Pico behind him* hey. Who are you?

Pico:classified. Must say that move doesn't seem half bad.

Guile:what!? That makes you more suspicious! Who do you work for?

Pico:*Sighing seeing Guile pointing at him* told you. It's my business not yours.

Guile:fine then I'll have to detain you!

Pico:Good luck.

Naruko vs Ibiki

*Both ninjas rush and jump with one jumping across trees and the other running across rooftops with them landing infrot of each other after they both narrowly avoiding each others Kunai and shruiken sneak attacks*

Ibiiki:konograukari? I don't know those ninjas were operating these days.

Naruko:not entirely. But our families live on in others. But your clan dosent seem poised to take this path of adaptation.

Ibiiki:what was that?

Naruko:foolish little children like you need to be reminded what being a ninja means.

Ibiiki:rrrreeeeggg! I show you!

Naruko:fine but don't go crying to those boys you like to see so much when I beat you.

Sunblood vs Bison

Sunblood:*Walking down a road eating a rather large apple* hhmm not bad. Bit tart for my taste.

*He then whips around at high speed grabbing Bisons fist and stareing him down*

Sunblood:so this is Psycho power? Must say. Not impressed.

*he then backs up after bison teleports only yo get a fully eaten apple core hit him in the face making him groan*

Bision:your technology and abilities intrigue me. Half them over and I'll maybe let you live.

Sunblood:*Swallows the mouthful of apple and then pulls out a banana which he starts eating.* how about this deal? You let me keep what I've in all good morality taken away from you and that failed side hustle you call S.I.N. and I don't send you and that prototype doll into whatever part of the afterlife you'd call home. Caphese?

Bison:bold words for a senile dead man!

Sunblood:*eats the banana in one bite and pushes a button in his wrist communicator.* your funeral.

@splatoonfan88

@hazawatsugu

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prettyblondguys · 1 year

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Angel of Small Death

Here have a smutty Aegon one-shot with a plus sized oc

Warnings: it's pure smut, no plot lol, Minors DNI, PinV, crying, I think that's it,kind of proofread

Soft moans fall on her ears as warm hands rub circles on her sides, staring down at a sight that always steals the breath from her lungs: Aegon, her dearest love, flushed and laid bare beneath her, lilac eyes shining up in adoration. She lowers to place soft kisses upon his face, a small peck at the corner of his mouth, adorned with a lazy, contented smile. "Your sounds drip with honey, my love." His smile grows wider at this, a happy sigh quickly morphing into a breathless whimper as she rocks her hips suddenly, pushing him further towards that heavenly feeling, where his moans will rise in volume and frequency, his reserve breaking as the pleasure takes hold of him. But he isn't there yet, something she intends to remedy. Her hands flat against his chest, she rises up on her knees, ignoring the burn in her thighs as she lets herself fall back down, eliciting the most delicious groan from her love, his eyes rolling back before closing, hands softly caressing any part of her he can reach. Her soft pillowy thighs, the dip where they meet her hips, the creases and folds along her stomach, his hands tracing every curve of her body as if to memorize it. Her supple bosom, soft and inviting as he cups each breast in his hands, relishing in their heaviness. Picking up her pace, she tries to fight the growing fire in her body, wanting to bring him to release before she does, wanting to watch as his chest heaves and choked sobs pour from his mouth, his eyes glazed in complete pleasure and blond hair fanned out on the pillow, making him look like an angel. The burn in her thighs have other ideas though. Aegon notices the discomfort and rises slightly to capture her lips in a searing kiss, cupping her cheek as the other hand massages her thigh. "Please my love," he whispers against her lips, "let me?" At the nod of her head he turns, flipping them and pulling her under him, leaving kisses along her jaw and neck as he thrusts deep into her, arms wrapped around her in an embrace as hers come to rest around his shoulders, enjoying the change in position as she feels her climax draw nearer.

No more words are spoken as the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, their moans joining together in harmony, like songs of love being sung in another language, known only by them. His grip on her tightens as his pace becomes messy and frantic, letting out pleading whimpers against her neck like secrets, like promises and blasphemies. His confidante, his love, his goddess.

She comes apart first, pulling him as close as humanly possible as her legs wrap around him, pleasure flowing through her veins as he leaves featherlight kisses along her jaw before joining her, the feeling of her tightening around him drawing him further and further until the dam breaks open, her name falling from his lips over and over in ecstasy as they come undone around each other.

Lifting his head to rest his forehead against hers, she notices the wetness in his eyes as they flicker open. "Tell me," he says breathlessly, biting his bottom lip as it starts to tremble, "please, tell me." A tear falls, slowly inching down the blush on his cheek and curling over his chin. She leans up and kisses it, smiling at the salty taste on her lips. Meeting his eyes, she's stunned into silence at his beauty. He looks so pretty when he cries, she thinks to herself. Softly, but loud enough to soothe his heart, she whispers to him, "I love you."

#I don't care if it's out of character #I don't even watch the show I just thinks he's beautiful #and yes his eyes are purple like in the book #no I don't read that either #aegon ii #aegon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon x oc #aegon x plus sized #I'm sorry but he really is so pretty when he cries #hotd

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Hi, may I request number three from your awesome Your body is wonderland masterlist with my fave Cash Wheeler with a twist that they are married and OC is wrestler too

Photo belongs to @adamhangmanpage

Cash Wheeler x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Your Body is a Wonderland Masterlist ♡ Cash Wheeler Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

I Hope you like it.

#3. Let's make out, have sex, cuddle and have a deep talk. Then let's have sex again, go out to eat, then go back home, watch a movie, and have sex again.

Daniel - Cash Wheeler ☆ David - Dax Harwood ☆ Michael- Wardlow

YN's POV

Daniel looked so happy talking with David and Michael about their upcoming match. It is gonna be their first one together since the end of The Pinnacle and I couldn't be more happy for them.

But I am bored out of my mind. Even though I am a wrestler myself, I try to let it not run my life completely, which is very hard to do.

But being in this business and being married to one member of FTR, makes it difficult. There are times when it is just Daniel and I and he is talking nonstop about it.

I usually have to bring him back down to earth. Either with changing the topic, shoving food in his sexy face or literally getting on my knees and taking him down my throat.

So now I am sitting next to Daniel, scrolling through my phone as they talked. He told me this would only take a few minutes but it has been over an hour and enough is enough.

Every time I said his name to draw his attention to me, he would just tell me one minute love. Just a second.

I was going to say his name again but I figured he would just tell me to hold on so I decided to do the next best thing.

I text him.

'Let's make out, have sex, cuddle and have a deep talk. Then let's have sex again, go out to eat, then go back home, watch a movie, and have sex again.'

I waited for him to look at his phone. It took a bit but he finally looked. I saw his facial expression change. He sat up straight and cleared his throat, but he didn't even look at me.

I felt defeated so I decided to go and get something from the vending machine down the hall.

I stood there trying to pick between my two favourite snacks when I felt someone touch my waist.

I went to turn around to punch them but he said my name. I gasped when he pulled my body flush against his.

"You have exactly thirty seconds to get into that closet down the hall YN." He growled lowly into my ear. I shivered as I knew I just poked the bear.

Daniel let go of me and slapped my ass, not hard, but to let me know I better fucking move it.

CASH WHEELER'S POV:

"Couldn't wait until we were done could you?" A jumbled answer came from her mouth. My hand was covering it to keep my wife's screams and moans from alerting anyone that we are in this tiny, cramped closest.

But even I was having a hard time keeping quiet. I groaned when I felt her clench down around my cock.

"Fuck, you feel good baby. Always do." I punctuated each word with a hard thrust, slowing down my pace but not the power behind the thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum in you, and you are gonna go back to that room and sit there with my cum leaking out of you." Just the thought of her sitting there, smelling like me, almost made me finished.

I moved my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat, squeezing it just how she likes it.

"Oh God Daniel. Oh fuck, oh fuck." She was almost squealing now as my pace got quicker and her airflow was slowly getting cut off.

"When we leave, you're gonna suck me off all the way home YN."

Her hands were grasping at my wrist but I knew she was okay. I wasn't squeezing that hard. She can still say her safe word if she needs too.

I am so close that I am now pounding and rutting into her at such a brutal, rough pace that she is going to be swore.

But I need her to cum.

I have never left her unsatisfied and it won't happen now.

"Come on baby. Cum for me. Need to feel you soak me." With my other hand, I reached down and started to play with her clit and her head flung back against my shoulder, her eyes wide and her mouth fell open to scream.

I covered her mouth with mine as she screamed out her orgasm. The lower half of her body was shaking as I came not even three seconds later.

The both of us groaning into one another's mouths, which turned into gentle kisses.

"You good baby?" I asked her as I moved her hair out of her face.

"Never better love."

We fixed ourselves up as best as we could and went back to the room. David gave us a knowing look and Michael just chuckled.

"Change of plans. Tony needs us on tonight. YN is to be at our side." Michael said.

I could just imagine YN's look right now that I didn't even need to look at her, eyes wide, looking at me. Her silently pleading with me for her to change her underwear, but I didn't acknowledge her as I went back into a conversation with the two men.

Once they were busy, I leaned over to which to YN, "they better be on later. That is your punishment for pulling what you did. When we get home, you better be in position."

I went back to being all smiles when talking to David and Michael, but I knew YN was watching me.

She thought she wouldn't be punished later for the stunt she pulled. Making me hard infront of my friends, but she should know better.

Mmm, tonight is going to be fun. So much fun.

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#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #cash wheeler x reader smut #cash wheeler smut #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler x you #cash wheeler x f/reader #cash wheeler x female reader #cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler fic #cash wheeler #wrestler imagine #wrestler x reader #wrestler x female reader

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Miraculous: Tales in the Opposite Universe (Inversed Personas AU): Chapter Two part 3

This story is a fanfiction (Not an official script for an episode of the TV show). Some characters result from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir (original title: Miraculous: Les aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir). It contains some original characters (OC) but they're fanon. All rights reserved to ZagToon.

Part one part two

The duo looks on Alya and Nino who are discussing about event from yesterday. Alya: "Are you aware two other heroes made their appearances to Paris ? They are similar to Rouge Chance and Alley Cat. We get two Ladybugs and two Cats in the same world." Nino: "Yeah. I've already seen, Alya. These dudes could easily catch Lycène Bleue if they expand their team." Aly: "You talk about our superheroes. Their mission of removing the Butterfly miraculous to Lycène has gone on for too long. I've heard too it's Lycène who has stolen the Ladybug earrings." N (pessimist): "Tsst. They loose their Miraculouses. They retrieve them back after. They can retake them later. That's the circle of life, dudette." Aly: "Parisians are tired of Chance, Alley and Lycène anyway. They aren't both different from each others." N: "C'mon Alya. It seems you're talking the Fathom Company's speech." Aly: "Don't make the comparison, Nino. It's Fathom&Co. who are the true evil guys. I don't compare the heroes with them. We aren't inactive against Company's actions." N: "Okay. Just be careful." Aly: "You're the dude I love, Nino." At ten meters of Alya and Nino, Mylène and Ivan discuss about a plan: It's an anarchist action. Mylène: "How about we go tag the villa of Fathom together, Ivan ?" Ivan (enthoutiastic): "Oh yeah ! That's a great idea ! But the security agents ?" Myl: "We will make a diversion. They must be busy to the diversion while we vandalize the wall." I: "Cool. I love you, Mylène." Myl: "I love you, Ivan." Next couple is Nathaniel and Marc. A third person (a stawberry-blonde-haired and tan-ish skinned girl) is with them.

Nathaniel: "This meeting is really boring. If I want to draw, I will draw a cartoon about Fathom inside of a target." Marc (teasing): "You're really creative, Nath'. While you draw it, I will write the WORST critical article ever on the company. I can't imagine the anger of the CEO when he'll read that on medias." The third person takes the speak. 3rd person: "It seems you are both motivated, my pals. Are you dreaming ?" Mrc (to the previous): "I hope you have a better idea than ours, Mel. " 3rd p/Mel: "I have a dream for you two. What if you invent a power of hypnosis to control people? That would be practical in your stories." Nath: "You should say: A counter-hypnosis against Fathom Company. And the employees of Fathom could be freed from the grip of the company. We could force these guys to publish our comic. Marc and I had worked the masterpiece since a too long time and they still reject it. They must hate us." Mrc (tongue-dragging): "And we hate them." Mel: "I think about an hypnosis for reasoning them. Let's be pacifists." Wayhem comes to the three friends. W (enjoying): "And reasoning Lycène Bleue too. To redeem her." Mel: "Hey ! Bonjour Wayhem." Nath and Marc (simultaneous but evasive): "Salut." W: "How are you, pals ?" While Wayhem talks with the trio, Marinette and Adrien continue to pay attention to their next 'strangeful friends'. They look to Alix and Max. The Adrienette duo could be happy to see Alix again (since she is gone in time travel as Bunnyx for prevent Monarch to steal the Rabbit miraculous) but they figure out Alix isn't in her normal state: She seems like fearful (unlike her countpart who is brave, sportive) holding a rabbit plush in her shaking hands. Max (worried): "Are you sure you are okay, Alix ?" Alix (shaking): "Okay, Max I admit: I'm not fine." Mx: "Everything will be okay here. There isn't police on-site." Alx: "How would you like me not to worry ? I'm sure Fathom is sending their agents for spy all of us." Mx: "No one spy will come here, Alix. There is no wi-fi at the quai." Alx (going to panic): "Nobody believes me. Not even my dad. Not even my bro." Mx: "There's a lot worse than Fathom Company in the world. Remember this akumatized AI (Artificial Intelligence) that nearly neutralized Chance and Alley: I still believe this event is the proof AIs are a threat for the humanity. Meanwhile, it always exists an alternate against Fathom AND uncontrolled electronical programs: The struggle for the freewill." Alix relaxes after listenning his speech. Alx: "You always know how to reassure me, Max." Max smiles. The next seconds, the Adrienette duo looks on Kim and Ondine. Kim (exhausted): "I am not in shape today. Why have you invited me here, Ondine ?" Ondine: "Mel has sent me a SMS for a rally with everybody. (encouraging) Keep up, Kim ! That's not the moment for lie down. We retake the road later." Kim sighs. K (thinking): "We aren't yet in the end of the day." For each inspected countpart, Marinette and Adrien become both more confused. They suddenly hear a boisy dispute behind them: "Seriously, Chloé ?!" They look at what's going on: It's Sabrina. She's berating Chloé. Sabrina (rigorous): "You have forgotten the files ? I need this files for introduce the new ideas for the school." Chloé (submissive and a slightly intimidated): "I'm so so… sorry, Sabrina. What can I do to make you forgive me ?" S (disciplinarian tone): "You will clean up the Mr Damocles' office, next Monday." Chl (likely unsure, forcing a smile): "As you wish, 'boss'." The Adrienette duo is amazed to see how Sabrina had the high ground on Chloé: That's a role reversal ! M (thinking): "I hope Sabrina isn't a bully like the Chloé we know. I remember Sabrina WAS Chloé's best 'friend' (in reality, she was her sidekick)."

Twelve meters further, Juleka and Rose are talking. These girls had temporary turned their attention to the recent Sabrina's berating scene. Luka is discretly joining them. Juleka (acting like an aristocrat to Rose): "I guess Sabrina is always polite as usual. 'Ma chère'." Rose: "Pff… I don't care about our class representative, Juleka. She acts like a sergeant from the army and she scares to each bystander. I will say her: I don't give a s***."

J: "We're come here to prove we aren't thugs. So, be polite during the meeting. Just one time like for the previous times." R (annoyed): "Are you kidding me, Jul' ? I say you again: You're not my mom ! (calming down) F***, We are girlfriends. So, you don't need to do your Demoiselle's here. Nobody can force you to act like that." J (joyful): "You're really adorable, Rose." R (ashamed, thinking): "It will be terrible, today." Luka joins the discuss with the two girls. Luka (sarcastical tone): "You're making efforts ? Bravo." And Juleka seems upset in reason of her brother's presence. J: "I hope you don't come to trash another place. If you dare in there, I'm not available for you to make that, today." Lk: "This place was our home, Jul'. You must remember I will never trash the ship Liberty." J: "I mostly remember you've vandalized Bob's office at his recording company by using tag bombs with the help of Ivan and Mylène. It was the previous year. 'Mr Plagiarism' has been mad at you because of that." Lk: "He had just said too bad about our real father." In this moment, Marinette (who is already dumbfounded enough) pays the attention to the Couffaine siblings and Rose's conversation. M (whispering): "Adrien. Do you think we must talk to them ? I would like to ask some questions to Luka, Juleka and Rose." A (whispering): "Let's go to talk with them. The siblings are effectively related to the ship." While the two teenagers prepare to come approach the trio, Mylène and Ivan suddenly join the Couffaine siblings and Rose. Step after step, Marinette and Adrien advance but Rose immediatly heards the two guests coming. She calls out them. R: "Hey you two bast…" The 'Kitty Section' is collectively surprised. They look at the blonde-haired boy. They recognize 'him'. J, Lk, R, I and Myl/The Kitty Section gang: "Adrien ?!" The Adrienette pair is surprised too. Meanwhile, they rethink about Cerise's instructions. They must be vigilant what they're going to say. R: "What the f*** are you doing here ?" Adrien feels worried. He fears being hunted down again like yesterday. A (nervous): "Huh… Ye…" Adrien needs to corrects his words. A: "Huh… You must have me confused with someone else. My name is… Nathan."

The Kitty Section gang has doubts on 'Nathan'. They glower at him. Mylène (to Adrien): "You sound like Adrien, 'Nathan'. Is it one of your tricks for trying to prank us ?" Adrien tries to erase suspicions. A: "A prank ? I haven't accessories nor any phone on me. It's the first time I come at Paris. Wayhem is my guide for my journey. Interrogate him and you will know it's true." A short moment of silence happens. And after, Mylène answers. Myl: "I hope you're not a troublemaker like Adrien the Prince of Prankers." Mylène turns her look at the blue-haired girl. Myl: "And you ? What's your name ?" M: "I am… Germaine. I am a tourist, me too. Cerise is my guide."

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #opposite au #miraculous inversed personas #inversed personas au #my writing

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angeldrawsstuffs · 1 year

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Akira

Another thing for @kittydemon9000’s Puppet AU! This time focusing on his a-freaking-amazing OC: Puppeteer! He’s very squishible and angstable.

Also I apologize for this one being a tad shorter than my other snippets, but here we go!

Another lifetime, another 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 gone. So is Puppeteer’s curse: to live forever as a monster

Sometimes he wondered why it was him who had to be the one. Why that cursed magic had to hit *them* specifically.

He may not remember much from his youth, but that day, that accursed day is forever burned into his memory. The words of the spell, the flash of light, the screaming townsfolk, all of it. But, the thing he will forever remember the most was Akira.

Kind, loving, sweet Akira. He was the first of their dancers he encountered after the spell.

And Akira didn’t scream. Akira didn’t run in fear.

He held Puppeteer.

He let him cry.

He held his hand while they explained what happened to the others.

Akira was the older brother Puppeteer so desperately wanted from his blood family.

Akira was 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽.

His dancers- his family, were all oh so 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽.

They were all set to spend the rest of their lives together, them dancing in the spotlight while Puppeteer stayed in the shadows, guiding them from afar with the technical aspects of the shows. They were supposed to dance together until they grew old and spend their final days by each other’s sides

But the curse-

The First Master forsaken curse-

It made him forever twenty-three.

Forever a 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻.

Forever 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮.

So, he learned to take in 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼, lost souls who wouldn’t be at all 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 in their former lives.

But they all left him too. One by one they would wither away until Puppeteer had to send them off once more to live the rest of their lives in peace.

He never did hear from most of them.

He likes to think they’re still out there, living peaceful, happy lives. Dancing and dancing and dancing away.

Yes, it’s a lovely thought.

A thought that came to mind once more as Puppeteer finished cleaning up the last doll room of their carriage. After all, he was in town to find another lost soul to be his newest 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵.

Perhaps this one would be more obedient than the last. More willing to listen.

As Puppeteer exited the room, he heard the strangest noise:

Someone is entering the carriage.

Hmph. How 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂, it’s not even showtime.

Nevertheless, Puppeteer must certainly 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 this intruder that no act goes without 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮.

Quickly and quietly, Puppeteer strides down the corridor, lovingly crafted purple cape fluttering behind them as they approach the entrance to the backstage.

“I know you’re in here!” Shouts a youthful voice, one that can’t be older than seventeen at the most, “Just come out and maybe I’ll try to put in a good word with Skales for you! If he’ll listen to me…”

Curious. The intruder doesn’t seem to be looking for Puppeteer, seeing he they do not know who this “Skales” is or why they hold significance.

But an intruder is an intruder all the same.

However, given their presumed age…

They might just make a nice new 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵.

Slowly Puppeteer opens the door and enters the backstage area just next to the cyc, using the sightlines of the curtains to get a better look at the intruder, who appears to be-

Who-

Who appears…

To…

Be…

“𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪?”

The intruder pauses.

“Who just said that? Who’s there?! Show yourself!” 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 They declare, drawing twin, golden katanas from their back.

It can’t be-

But they look so much alike. The brown hair, the tan skin, the lovely, vibrant red they wear-

But 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 is dead! 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 was one of the first! 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 is gone! 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 is-

As if guided by their own strings, Puppeteer finds himself onstage, face to the with 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪 the intruder.

And suddenly, their world goes black.

Puppeteer can’t quite remember what he did or what he said next.

But the next memory they have is attaching their lovely new 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 to the cross brace he was prepared for after shows on stage left.

They’re kicking, they’re fighting, they’re shouting…

But they look just like 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

Yes… this 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵 will do 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓵𝔂.

#ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago au #puppeteer #puppet au #ninjago oneshot #oneshot #snippet

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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Hey virtue! Saw that you're doing a new event so i am here to participate. I love making myself as an oc and shipping myself with other characters and since I have been obsessing over Mitsuya Takashi from tokyo revengers, I'm shipping myself with him for this event.

About me: I am short and basically look like a 14 year old boy. I'm smart, honest (brutally), mature, sarcastic, impatient and a good listener with a broken sense of humour and over think alot. I am scared of forming close bonds with people because I feel like I'll end up hurting them in some way, so it takes a great deal of time and patients for me to accept any kind of relationship. I have the personality of a cat honestly.

Mitsuya, as we already know, is responsible, polite, mature and just kind in general. He literally raised two kids so he's definitely a patient person. He's also selfless and always looks out for others. He's just like the warmth of a comfy blanket during a cold night that makes you forget all your worries and makes you sleepy and makes you have one of the best sleep of your life.

Our dynamic:

Mood board

(Best) Friends to lovers

Opposite attracts

Being vulnerable and comforting with each other

Helping each other in any way we can

Fighting for each other

Holding hands, cuddles and soft kisses

Patching up each other's injury after a gang fight

Reminding each other to take care of themselves and to not overwork themselves

Listening to music together

Helping him out with his sisters, the best i can (I am not very good with kids)

Note: me as an oc is also in toman as a seperate division captain. and if you add anything suggestive can if please be neck kisses, I love absolutely them.

That's it I guess. I hope this is understandable. Take care and stay safe.

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◇─◇──◇── @a-nuisance-called-sam x Mitsuya! ──◇──◇─◇

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□ At toman exec(?)/division lead meetings as teens i absolutely see Mitsuya drawing you into his lap casually. He doesn't have to be protective of you here, there are no threats, it's just one place that he's fully comfortable amping up the PDA a bit. Plus he knows it pushes Mikey's (single) buttons.

□ Maybe it's meant to tease Mikey, but it also means when he's commenting in stuff going on, his breath tickles your neck. T.T (positive)

□ I think Mitsuya likes to sit back and watch you shoot men down. Where other men might be threatened of possessive, Mitsuya knows you're coming back to him and honestly, it's such a good time seeing his partner so confidently declare you're not free.

□ He really struggles to keep a straight face when you're patching up injuries on his face. Your concentrated expression so close just gives him the giggles and in those moments he realizes he's so so so down bad for you. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

□ I feel like your first kiss was how you defined your relationship...like I just see you staying at his place, maybe helping him hit a deadline for a design contest and he lets you fall asleep in his bed while he stays up late. You wake up greeted with him holding you and a little peck and pet name followed by a calm, "is that okay, can that be okay, can I be yours?"

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don't mind me taking a second to gush over how it made my heart feel to see how sweetly you talk about Mitsuya!!!!!! bc my god what a lucky man!!! made me 101 kinds of soft istg T.T

I need to know about your dynamic with both the twin dragons though!! have you ever double dated with draken and emma?

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

#SelfVi's Event #ehehehe

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trashedork · 9 months

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KH OC Week 2023 - Day 2

The world I decided that my OCs would visit is NieR: Automata! I was gonna choose a Disney world like the Pride Lands or Halloween Town because those worlds are my favorite Disney movies, but I'm not really creative when it comes to describing/drawing outfits. Only Zephyr and Eileen are included in this prompt because I thought lumping everyone together would've been too much even though I introduced all of them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this!

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Day 2: New World

The sunlight shone down on Zephyr and Eileen as they traversed through the world they had entered via portal. The sights and sounds were nothing like what they had imagined. It was completely different from Daybreak Town. Tall white buildings were lined up next to each other with nature either surrounding or decorating them.

"This place is amazing..." Eileen said quietly, smiling as she glanced around.

Zephyr nodded his head. "I guess so. But, be careful. We don't know what kind of people are here."

"Yeah."

All of a sudden, the Keyblade wielders heard a voice coming from the right. Turning their heads, they noticed two rusty robots that seemed to be about their height. They were talking incoherently, their sentences coming out broken.

"Here... This is... for you..." said one of the robots, handing a white flower to its friend.

The other took the gift, tilting its head side to side. "Thank you... I'm so... happy..."

It was then that they noticed Zephyr and Eileen. Their beady yellow eyes suddenly turned red. They advanced towards the Keyblade wielders, intent on hurting them... or worse.

"Androids... Must destroy..."

Summoning Diamond Dust into his hand, Zephyr charged straight at the robots. The first one was about to inflict a blow on him with its arms, but he dodged with ease and thwacked it with a few smacks of his Keyblade. The robot collapsed to the ground, bursting into smoke and flames.

The second robot seemed to be in despair. "You... How dare you... Won't forgive... Won't forgive..."

Dashing towards Zephyr, it brought its fist back to land a heavy hit on him. Eileen summoned Starlight, holding the handle with both hands and aiming the tip of the blade at the robot.

"Fire!"

A projectile of flames appeared out of the weapon and struck the robot, causing it to stumble back. This gave Zephyr the opportunity to jump and swing his Keyblade down its body, cutting it in half. It teetered backwards before exploding into pieces.

Zephyr took a few steps back, observing the defeated enemies silently. A particular word looped in his head. Androids... Why had the robots called him and Eileen that?

Eileen sprinted towards him, halting by his side when she got closer. A worried expression was on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Mhm-hm. Why did they attack us, though?"

"I don't know. But they called us... androids."

"Aren't they supposed to be robots that look like us?"

"Yeah."

"Hm..."

Zephyr casted his Keyblade away before shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants and walking off. "Come on. Let's go."

With a nod, Eileen followed after him. The pair wandered the city again, taking in more of their surroundings. It wasn't until they reached a massive clearing that they came across what they had been searching for. Clouds of darkness materialized out of thin air and transformed into Heartless. Immediately, Zephyr and Eileen summoned their Keyblades.

As a Fluttering charged towards her, Eileen casted Blizzard before whacking it a couple of times which destroyed it. She fended off the claws of a Shadow, blocking with Starlight and slashing it across the head, defeating it instantly. Eileen winced as a blast of magic from a High Wizard struck her in the back. She turned around and dashed towards it, evading another spell that almost hit her, running to the side once she approached and slashing it.

"Eileen! Look out!"

Hearing Zephyr's cry, she turned around and noticed a Soldier with its claws out, preparing to land a hit. She gritted her teeth, raising Starlight to defend herself. Suddenly, a blur of black appeared and knocked the Soldier away.

Chunks of ice emerged on the ground, destroying the rest of the Heartless. Zephyr jogged over to Eileen, panting from the battle. "You okay?"

Eileen looked at him, nodding. "Yeah."

In front of them was a woman with white hair that was styled into a bob cut. She wore a black turtleneck dress that had a slit on the side along with brown thigh-high garter stockings and black thigh-high heeled boots. A black headband was placed in her hair. Along with that was the black blindfold around her eyes and the beauty mark under her lips.

"Nice job, 2B!"

A boy, around Eileen and Zephyr's age or older, ran up to the woman named 2B. His hair was white and kept short. Like 2B, he wore a blindfold. His outfit consisted of a gold-embroidered black trench coat, shorts, knee-high socks, and combat boots with belts.

"Are you guys okay? You seemed to be handling yourselves pretty well. I'm 9S, by the way. This is 2B."

Eileen gave him a nod, smiling. "Yeah. We're fine. It's nice to meet you. I'm Eileen."

"... I'm Zephyr."

9S's gaze shifted from the duo to their Keyblades. He walked closer, crouching down to get a better look. "I've never seen weapons like these before. What are they?"

A bead of sweat rolled down Eileen's temple. "Um..."

"Stop, 9S. You're making them uncomfortable." 2B said.

"Oh! Sorry." 9S stood up and walked back to his previous spot. He tilted his head, placing his fingers underneath his chin. "What were those things just now? They didn't look like machine lifeforms."

"Machine lifeforms?" Zephyr echoed, his eyes narrowing. Were those the robots that he and Eileen had been fighting earlier?

"Yeah. You know, the enemies that we're supposed to eradicate."

"We're...?"

"You two are strange androids. Did your programming get messed up?"

Zephyr let out an annoyed sigh. "We're not androids."

"What?"

"Those things that you saw were Heartless. They're our enemies. We're here to get rid of them."

"Don't be so mean, Zephyr." Eileen scolded.

"Hmph. He's calling us androids when we're obviously not. We're human."

2B perked up at the statement. "Human? I thought they were supposed to be on the moon."

Without warning, 9S hustled towards Zephyr and Eileen and looked them over with a wide smile. "No way! I never thought I'd see a human before! This is amazing!"

"9S." 2B stated firmly.

9S, realizing that he was too excited, stepped back and sheepishly laughed. "Sorry. What are we going to tell the Commander? She wouldn't believe this, would she? At any rate, we should bring you back to camp. It's not safe out here."

Zephyr and Eileen exchanged glances before turning to the androids and nodding simultaneously. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into, but they decided to let it play out.

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