#is the one currently taking the trash out and giving me curious looks

[warlordfelwinter]

me going to a job interview literally 5 minutes from my house: ok but i should leave 20 minutes early bc what if my car explodes and i have to run the rest of the way

#now i am just sitting in the parking lot stewing in anxiety #and I'm 90% sure one of the guys who will be interviewing me #is the one currently taking the trash out and giving me curious looks #bc im at the library 15 minutes before it opens just sitting in my car like a weirdo #personal #update i think it went... ok? #it was really awkward #like none of us wanted to be there talking to people #the interviewers were like me if i tried to give an interview

[matchingbatbites]

Inspired by this post by @callmeloverr This wasn't what I planned on doing tonight but oh well

When Steve pulled up to Family Video for his 8am shift, he had expected a few things. The dark, closed store, maybe some trash on the sidewalk he'd have to pick up or be bitched at about, you know, normal things to expect for the opening shift.

He hadn't been expecting to see Eddie Munson sitting up against the side of the building with one hand shoved into the overnight return slot. The guy looks half asleep, although he jerks fully awake when Steve closes his car door a little louder than normal.

"You know," Steve starts, smiling as he approaches the other man, "most people drop off their movies without sticking their entire hand into the slot. Just for future reference."

Eddie flushes and scrubs his free hand over his face, and Steve just barely hears something about hands and tight spaces before the man says "Look, this is so fucking embarrassing, but I've been stuck here since last night and I really want to go home and sleep. Are you gonna help me or what, Harrington?"

Steve hums and crosses his arms. "Normally when you want something from someone, it helps to be nice to them, Munson. Why don't you try a 'please' and we'll see how I feel after that?"

He watches as Eddie rolls his eyes heavily before looking up at Steve from under his lashes. Steve's heart skips a beat under the full force of big, brown, puppy dog eyes - an established weakness that Dustin loves to exploit - and it only gets worse when Eddie says "Please, Steve? I've been stuck out here for so long, can't you please help me out?"

Fuck, now Steve is the one blushing.

He turns to unlock the door, hoping to hide the red he knows is covering his cheeks and ears, and he slips inside to the sound of Eddie's indignant "Steve? Hey!" Steve ignores it and goes to the drop off box, unlocking it with the key and opening it to reveal Eddie's stuck hand.

"Hang on, don't get your panties in a bunch," he says, grabbing Eddie's hand and coaxing it to relax from the fist it's currently curled into. He hears Eddie's soft "Oh," as the hand unclenches, and says "I think your rings are keeping you stuck, I'm going to take them off, okay?"

When he gets the OK from Eddie, he starts slipping off the rings one by one. It feels intimate in a way, as Steve devotes his attention to each ring as he pulls it off, and he wonders if Eddie feels the same way. He wonders if anyone else has done this for Eddie in a different setting, takes the thought I wonder if he leaves them on during sex and shoves it into a dark corner.

There's always been something about Eddie, something that made Steve curious, made him question himself during the darkest parts of the night. He feels the full brunt of it now as he kneels on the floor of the Family Video, slender fingers wrapped in his own and unfamiliar metal weighing heavy in his palm.

Steve tries to focus on the task at hand - take off the rings, get Eddie unstuck - even as he finds himself distracted by Eddie's fingers. They're shorter than his own, and a little skinnier, and they're rough and calloused in certain spots. Something about Eddie playing guitar flickers in the forefront of Steve's mind, and he thinks he'd like to see that, to watch these fingers glide over the instrument with an expert touch.

He expects Eddie to pull away when the last ring is gone, but he doesn't. The hand stays in Steve's, and Steve can't help but to brush his thumb over Eddie's knuckles as he pushes away the brief thought he has of brushing his lips over them instead.

Steve swallows hard and gives the hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it as he says "Try- uh, try it now." Eddie's hand slides free from its prison and Steve doesn't move from his spot until he hears the bell on the door chime.

He turns to face Eddie and genuinely prays that his own face isn't as pink as the other man's as he holds out the rings. "Uh, here you go," he says lamely, and Eddie gives a soft "Thanks," as he takes them and slips them back on.

They stand there for a moment, the air between them a little awkward until Eddie jerks his head towards the door. "I'm gonna, uh, head home. Get some sleep. Thanks for helping me out, Steve."

"Yeah, it was no problem, Eddie," Steve replies, smiling when Eddie's face gets pinker, and the man nods once before heading out the door. Steve watches him go for a moment before he catches himself, and he shakes his head quickly to get his thoughts back in order.

He goes to start his opening duties, trying his best to put brown eyes and slender fingers out of his mind, but it's only a few minutes later when he hears a thunk from the return box, and he goes over to it, curious.

Sitting on the stack of returned tapes is a little ball of paper, and when Steve unrolls it, one of Eddie's chunky, silver rings falls into his palm. On the paper is a slightly rushed phone number along with a 'Call me tonight?' and Steve grins. His day is shaping up to be better than he expected.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this feels kind of ooc but i dont caaare #if you saw this earlier no you didn't #joey writes #ficlet

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

In another life part 3

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: You tag along on a mission.

Warnings: Language and suggestive themes, violence against a curse

“Now just what is that smell?” Gojos head popped around the corner wall eyes glowing.

You smile awkwardly, “Hopefully that’s a good comment?”.

“If it tastes as good as it smells then definitely… you didn’t have to make breakfast though”.

“I wanted to, to thank you for everything you’ve done so far for me”. You smiled shyly while plating up a stack of 10 strawberries and cream French toast with white chocolate sauce and fresh fruit. A sickeningly sweet combo that was also one of satorus favorites.

He sat down at the table eyeing the breakfast in awe.

“So this is how she trapped me…”

“Huh did you say something?”

“Nope”

“Alright, dig in.” You set your own plate down, a couple plain pancakes with some fruit.

“Thank you for the meal”

You smirked to yourself when you saw him absolutely devour the meal out of the corner of your eye.

Yup, I know how to keep my transdimentional husband💅

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask shoving a piece of strawberry in your mouth.

Gojo pauses and leans back arms crossed. “Well I do have some business to take care of with the students but after that I’m thinking we head back to the school and see what information we can dig up. So I’ll pick you up later I guess”.

“No way” you shake your head.

“Huh?”

“I mean there’s no way I’m staying here, I know it’s safe here because of the veil but I need to train! Who knows when Amomeeemo will show up again, I wanna be ready this time!”.

Is his name really that hard?

“Uh well I have no problem letting you tag along, can’t say I’m not curious to see your technique.”

“Great… oh but my clothes are kind of all curse gooed out…

“Oh right, give me a second”

*swoosh*

He didn’t even ask me my size- oh right, like he needed too…

*flashback*

“I swear I could go blind right now and be a happy man the rest of my life…” you turned meeting his glowing eyes as he leaned lazily on the wall eyeing you up and down.”

“Aw hey don’t say that” you turned back to stirring the eggs not knowing if the heat was from the stove or your cheeks

Last night was the first time you and satoru had ahem… canoodled and you were currently clad in one of his shirts loosely buttoned with nothing under.

“Soooo” you blushed feeling warm arms wrap around you from behind.

“Normally I’d ask how it was but judging by how loud you were last night I don’t need to…” he bit your ear, hot breathe on your neck making you shiver.

“Mmm cocky…it was fine…”you tried to sound annoyed but that was hard when your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Oh yeah? T-T-Toru ah ah please ah! sooo good I’m gonna cu-“ he mocked.

“AH STOP” you shoved him away embarrassed.

“Crap I burned the eggs!”.

“Here let me” he reached over for the pan with the biggest smirk and turned to the trash.

You the tomato turned away in a huff and sat at the table.

“How about we go out for breakfast? There’s this great place nearby, they make these soufflé pancakes that are just the best.”

“Well I would say yes but I kinda don’t have any clothes since someone tore my dress last night…”

“Oh don’t worry, I already got you new clothes~” he threw a bag your way.

“You did?” Huh!?

Bersace? And is this real Jucci!?

“Ah Toru you didn’t have to buy such expensive things- wait how did you know my size?” You quirk a brow holding a bra up with your pinky.

“Oh please, I have six eyes, I knew all your measurements the day I met you”

“Ew that’s so creepy…”

“Well I can always return the stuff-“

“N-no it’s fine, thank you Toru” you shyly approach him and kiss him on the cheek.

“Hmm you call that a thank you?”

“S-shut up I’m not used to this…jerk” you turn to leave embarrassed.

“Aw did I make you upset baby? C’mere…” his impossibly long arm wrapped around your waist and brought you back to him.

You could see that familiar look in his eyes..

“W-what about breakfast..” you gulp averting your eyes.

“Hmm m’kinda hungry for something else now…” he whispered in your ear…

*Flashback end*

*SWOOSH*

“Huh what’s wrong with your face??”

You quickly fixed your expression, “n-nothing just thinking… those for me?” You pointed to the bag he was holding.

“Yep, you’ll have to make do until we go shopping” he handed you the bag.

“Make do with designer clothes? I think I’ll manage” you smirked pulling out an outfit and seeing the label, *Louis Button* still has the best taste huh?

“Thank you baby they’re gorgeous…”

“…”

“Ah-! Crap s-sorry” ugh so embarrassing.

He just tilted his head in amusement. After the initial weirdness wore off he was finding himself enjoying this now.

“I’ll go change..” you rush off into the room and slam the door.

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“Gooood Morning students!” Gojos cheery mood was a stark difference to the kids who looked ready to kill him.

“You said we were meeting in Roppongi!!”

“Yeah what’s up with that!?! This place sucks!”

“Did you guys actually believe him…”

Gojo claps and side steps to reveal you.

“Oh hey it’s you.”

You wave shyly at the group who scrutinizes you.

“Well everyone allow me to introduce you to y/n! She’s from another universe but one where she knows everyone, freaky right!?”

“Are you joking? No way that’s true”

“We literally saw her fall from the sky, is it really that hard to believe?”

“Well… ok then if you really do know us then tell us some things about us.”

You thought for a moment.

“Things.. um well Yuji likes girls like Jennifer Lawrence… Nobara wants to be a fashion model… and Megumi is allergic to cats..”

“Well she’s right…”

“So weird…”

“Hey so you a sorcerer or something then?”

“Mm kinda? I help out occasionally but I’m mostly only good at barriers and seals. I can excersize low level curses though.”

“Or keep them as pets.” Gojo mumbled.

“So how did you-“ the kids are abruptly cut off by a loud clap.

“Alright guys, you’ll have all the time in the world to question later her but first, we have a special grade to take care of!”

“Oh right..”

Gojo led you all to what appeared to be an old abandoned warehouse.

“Ew it smells..”

“Hey why don’t you put up the veil?” Gojo said over his shoulder.

“Oh uh sure.” He probably curious to see my techniques…

“Emerge from lightness brighter still…” you make the hand sign and feel the energy curse through you.

“Huh?”

“What in the sailor moon school girl shoujo was that?” One exclaimed!

“What do you mean?” You furrow a brow watching as your veil encompasses the area perfectly.

“Your veil, the speech, heck even the color of it, what gives??”

“This is how everyone does it...?” You cock your head. Is this not how they did it?

“So weird..”

“Um so anyway… let’s go” Gojo leads the group again inside the building.

You enter a large dusty and dark room, with one flickering light illuminating the space.

“So creepy…” you comment glancing around wearily.

“I definitely feel a strong presence..” Yuji commented kicking away a moldy piece of… whatever that was..

Suddenly Gojo stopped and motioned forward with his head, “Go on, I’ll stand back here unless you really need me”.

The kids stepped forward, you hung back as well. You wanted to train yes but didn’t want to get in the way of their lesson.

A scurrying and squeak had you shrieking and suddenly launching yourself onto Gojos arm unconsciously stepping up on his shoes so the offending animal couldn’t get you.

“Ew ew ew so gross” you held on tight until the rat was out of view.

“Ah! not again!!” You jumped back off in a fluster of apologies and embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize, I’m honestly finding all of this funny now.”

“Don’t say that….” You mumble mortified.

*Crash*

“Ah there it is!” Suddenly a giant grotesque spider looking curse swings down from the ceiling. You see the kids a little ways ahead get into position.

“I know they need to get stronger but I always hate watching them fight…” you sighed a bit sadly. Gojo couldn’t protect them forever but you wish he could..

“You care about them a lot huh?”

“Of course I do, they’re basically family…I wonder how they’re doing… they have a tournament coming up soon too.. winner gets promoted to first grade.”

“Oh? They choose like that?”

“Yeah, but I think it would be-ah! S-should we help them?!” You cried out watching the spider thingy wrap them up in webs.

“Nope not yet, have faith in them.”

“I know I just- ah I can’t watch!” You turn around covering your eyes.

Huh? A cold feeling washed over you all of the sudden. Slowly you looked up and eyed the ceiling carefully. You felt it before you saw it, a giant ball of spider saliva shooting your way.

Your right hand moved on instinct, swiping across your body whilst releasing a burst of energy that acted as a shield. The saliva sputtered on the ground melting and sizzling.

“Ah so you do have some skill after all.” Gojo said directly behind you.

The jerk, he could’ve warned you!

“Why don’t you take care of this spider for us? You said you needed training right? This one is a lot weaker than the one the kids are fighting.” Gojo smirked.

Ugh why did I say that??? Spiders are so creepy ew..

“S-sure” you shivered in disgust as the being spiraled down from the ceiling.

You swiped your right hand out again and this time let the energy form in your palm. When it was adequate you pushed it in the direction of the curse.

Crap it’s fast… you dodged another saliva attack with your shield and rethought your strategy.

Instead of aiming at the curse you aimed at the Ceiling above it.

*Rumble* *Crash*

*SCREEEEEEEECH*

You winced as the ceiling caved in and smooshed the spider under it to the ground.

You took a few steps back watching the pile carefully.

You charged a different, more powerful blast in your palm and waited.

…..

…..

…..

“SCREEEEEEEECH”

The pile erupted and you readied your hand. You totally got this.

The curse was quick to set its 100 eyes on you and make a dash.

Ok ready to hit it in three, two on- huh? Ah

Suddenly a flash of heat washed over you and your vision blurred.the spider was suddenly tilted in your eyes.

*swoosh*

“Uh hey you ok?” Your view was changed to silvery white locks hovering over you.

Gojo frowned holding you in his arms

“You were doing good, what happened?”

You used a hand clutching his chest to hold yourself steady in his arms. “Frgot mm pills”

“Huh?” Oh right. Your Satoru did mention something about iron pills. Guess I should’ve taken it more seriously…

“I’ll be fine… just stop spinning for a second” you frowned.

“I’m standing still…”

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

“Sorry for the trouble…” you were currently sipping on some juice in a nearby cafe with Gojo. A small bottle of pills by your hand.

“It’s fine don’t worry about it.” He waved dismissively.

“Besides, the pharmacy was by this cafe which happens to be one of my favorites.”

“I don’t think I’ve been here before… ooh they have matcha cake rolls, you know who’d love this place? Suguru, hes always hating on sweet stuff but this one doesn’t seem like it has too much sugar…”

“Hm? Oh yeah..”

Huh, there it is again, that weird feeling when I bring up Suguru.

Do I ask? No I shouldn’t right? Maybe I can ask the kids..

It’s nearing evening time when you and Gojo are making your way to the school. You asked him not to warp based on how dizzy you just were.

You subtly glance to the side, the setting sun illuminating his profile in a golden hue. He opted for his designer glasses today and man were you a sucker for them.

You remember the time you accidentally sat on one of his limited edition Lay Banz shades and he made you hold a funeral for them. Man what a goof…

“Uh you ok over there?” Gojo raised a brow hearing you snicker to yourself like a maniac.

“Yeah, just remembered something funny…”

He hummed and smiled. “Your smile sorta reminds me of something…just can’t quite put my finger on what…”

You smiled warmly, thinking back to one of your first dates.

*Flashback*

“Your smile reminds me of something…”

“Oh yeah? What?”.

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I won’t laugh…” probably…

“My grandmother...”.

“Your grandmother? Why?”

Did you have an old lady laugh??

“Well when she smiled, everything around her seemed to brighten up.”

“….”

“Huh why are you so red?”

“Shut up.”

*end flashback*

“Uh oh you’re turning colors again, you’re not gonna faint again are you??” Gojo started fanning you.

“I’m good I’m good-“ you smack his hand away laughing.

“Did I mention you’re kinda weird?”

“Well Excuse me, I do not take insults from someone who organizes their sun glasses by, and I quote, “Cold, Warm, and Horny” like I still to this day don’t get what that means!”

“….you know too much…”

You give him a teasing smile, “I did mention we are married right?”

“So weird…”

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[miasbby]

indefinitely ours.

(teacher!reader x teacher!Ellie x Abby)

summary : You're not willing to date nor looking for anyone, but Ellie Williams, the art teacher working in the school that hired you a year ago, is making you seriously doubt that decision. With her flirting, praises and constant touches, you're all but ready to give up and ask her out. That is, until you meet her girlfriend, Abby, who to your greatest shock seems very… curious about you.

word count : 7.2k (sorry)

note : this is my first fic in the tlou fandom ever, so it'll hopefully be good and i hope the characterization is okay! i wrote this to practice writing shorter fics and failed.... it probably won't get a part 2 but who knows!

warnings : smut with a bit of plot, female anatomy reader, occasionally mean!ellie and mean!abby but they love you<3, light objectification, degradation and exhibitionism, mention of anal, alcohol use and light intoxication, sub!reader, consent is respected but there’s a few bold moments, bit of a housewife kink, crying from overstimulation, threesome.

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An ordinary life is not what most aim for, but you have to be honest in that regard: there’s nothing you’ve craved to achieve more than the simple peace of life, a peace often found in modesty yet sought in extravagance. 

The primary school you joined last year has fulfilled that goal in more ways than one, allowing you the safety of a job you spent years dreaming of, a kind group of colleagues that have befriended you ever since you first arrived, and a class made up of the most adorable group of pupils, all eager to learn and earn the good graces of their favorite teacher judging by how the blue of your classroom’s walls are now entirely hidden by drawings. It’s on the outskirts of the city, in a cute area where prices had not soared just yet when you first bought a house, and the neighborhood couldn’t be more welcoming. 

Your time is well-spent: between preparing lessons, finding original ideas to keep a hyperactive group of six years old entertained, taking care of the renovations your new house still requires, and caring for a vegetable garden you did not expect to grow so well, it’s safe to say that you don’t have much time left for anything else, and that includes a relationship. You haven’t been looking, really, happy to settle down on your own until life picks up a slower rhythm and to make friends rather than losing yourself in back and forths. Your previous relationships were never particularly fulfilling and often ended up being on and off until you got tired of the uncertainty. You’re done with all of that. 

The only person that could make you doubt the choice of celibacy, however, currently has her back turned to you, rummaging through a tiny box of chalk sticks on her desk. The kids are out at lunch and you know she tends to eat on her own in here instead of the break room where all of the teachers often meet up. Of course, you only chose to come get her because she’s been a good friend, not because of any ulterior motive…

“Planning to stay hidden in there for long or are you going to come out and eat?”

Ellie doesn’t even appear startled and you wonder if she could somehow sense your presence by the door. She throws the tiny, useless pieces in the trash, reminding you to filter through your own box of it, and turns to face you with that eternally smug smile, leaning back against the side of her desk. It’s a mess, but that’s not surprising coming from Ellie. Whether it’s because she’s the art teacher in charge in the school or because that’s simply in her nature, you’re not sure, but you know to no longer be shocked by the sight of paper and paintbrushes thrown randomly on her desk. 

“Planning on distracting me for much longer or is that gonna stop at some point?” she answers back. “You can’t come in here looking like this and seriously expect me to think of lunch.” 

And that is exactly why Ellie is making you reconsider your opinion on dating. 

If it weren’t for the constant light flirting you still don’t know how to read into, you think that handsomely sweet face would have convinced you anyway. It’s not that Ellie is your style, it’s that you’re convinced no one on this planet could be more attractive to you. Today’s look isn’t helping either: that opened cargo shirt barely hides the simple white tank top she must own in four identical copies and doesn’t do much to conceal the tight, sculpted lines of her arms, blues veins running down to paint-stained fingers. 

Oh, if only you could stop thinking about how they’d feel dipping into the heat spreading from your clit down to your entrance, filling an emptiness that rings between your legs as much as it does in your heart. Unfortunately, such luck cannot be granted to you. Not yet, and perhaps not ever. 

“You’re not flattering yourself out of coming with me.” You slide your hand down to the doorknob and motion for Ellie to follow you out, but she shakes her head, grabbing her phone in the back pocket of her jeans.

“Sorry,” she says, smile dropping with hesitation before she continues. “The girlfriend forgot her lunch at home and I’ve gotta go get it for her. But I’ll see you tonight, we’re still grabbing drinks with the team, right?”

You blink, cheeks straining from the efforts required to keep your smile up even as it turns dishonest, and try to make sense of the word she just uttered, any heat in your belly extinguished by an ice storm. Did she say girl friend or… girlfriend? Why would anyway refer to their friend that way, though… Stop lying to yourself, you got the meaning right on the first try. 

Your heart does not break per se, but it skips a few beats you’re incapable of missing. In the few months you got to know each other, Ellie never mentioned a girlfriend nor did she introduce anyone to you. 

Well, there goes your only temptation for a relationship. Celibacy it will have to be.

“Of course. See you tonight.”

If Ellie notices the light dim in your eyes, she doesn’t show. 

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That evening, you hesitate until the very last second about going home and finding a new show worth obsessing about or going out as promised. Ellie doesn’t give you much of a choice, however, when she shows up in your classroom right after the last student filters out with his father and pulls you out of your seat, refusing to take no for an answer. 

(If it’s the request that convinces you or the strong hold she has on your wrist, you’re not sure. But you still let her tug you to your car anyway.)

The ‘team’ as referred to earlier consists of five other teachers whose classrooms are all sharing a hallway with yours and with whom you spend your Friday evenings in a local beer bar next door, a place Ellie first dragged you all into when you were still relative strangers, to celebrate your arrival. Your usual table is free when you arrive, Mel and Ellie right behind you, and you suppose a beer might be the best way to forget about your stupid little crush and the shame eating at your insides for having taken friendly banter as flirting for months now. 

Overall, the night is fun, and after a few well-placed jokes at your expense, you finally manage to leave what happened earlier behind and enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, whatever superior being out there who’s decided you should, after a year of knowing each other, finally get to know all about Ellie’s girlfriend, is not on your side today. 

“Oh, hey Abs!” Mel waves behind where you and Ellie sit, still somehow pressed up against each other, and your friend immediately brightens up, turning around to face someone. “Have you finally decided to join us? I thought you’d never leave that work of yours for even one night a week.”

“Maybe next week if she forces me to come.” The woman comes into view and immediately rests a hand on Ellie’s shoulder, smirking down at her before her eyes travel to you and stay locked onto your own for one second too long for it not to feel somehow… knowing. “But nah, I only got here to take Ellie home. I bet she drank too much to drive and that none of you would have been able to convince her not to take her car.”

Mel laughs, joined by the others, and even you have to agree on that. Ellie is particularly stubborn on the average day, but she gets even worse after three beers and a few shots. 

“I’m fine, come on… I could drive on my own, a few beers have never killed me.” 

The problem is, she says that while stretching an arm over the booth seat, enveloping your shoulders and tugging you closer to her side, and the only explanation for doing that in front of that literal goddess-looking muscle-paradise girlfriend of hers has to be the alcohol. ‘Abs’ raises a curious eyebrow but her smile never dies, and you look away to focus on the bottle clutched in your hand, guts turning into a mix of nervousness and shame that does not blend well with alcohol.

Abby stays around for a bit. The whole time, her eyes remain on you, taking in the features of your face, sweeping over your figure and translating what you would interpret as unabashed attraction if it came from anyone else. It’s like she’s trying to memorize your face, your body, your soul. Like she means to lay an invisible mark on your heart you’ll feel with every beat, right next to the one Ellie has unconsciously placed there long ago. 

The arm only leaves its place on your shoulders when who you now know as Abby urges Ellie to go, and you leave soon after, sitting in the dark of your car for five minutes before your head clears enough for you to drive. 

That was… definitely something. But you could unfortunately not explain what in any way.

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The next time you see Abby does not offer any sort of clearer explanation as to why the mood always seems odd around you and Ellie, and particularly so when she’s there with you. 

She comes around for drinks for the first time in months the following week and turns your offer to change seats down, seemingly fine with sitting next to you, her girlfriend on your other side. Her presence warms the hearts of everyone around the table but yours, stressing you out beyond sanity. You know you didn’t do anything wrong and that it’s probably a good thing that you learned of Ellie’s seemingly very joyful and fulfilling relationship now rather than after an attempted kiss or a date proposal. Yet, you cannot help but feel unsure around her - like she knows, like she can read through your heart and flick through its pages until its secrets have been bared. 

Abby never talks to you nor mentions you in her conversations, yet, she’s always got an eye trailed on your figure, always silently insists on you being aware that you’re taking all of her attention. 

And Ellie, well… Ellie has not changed, and that’s probably where the actual problem lies. 

She still smiles at you with that signature smugness you know is only reserved for her girlfriend. She still flirts and teases and touches, still makes comments about how prettily you blush and how well that shirt fits you and you never know what to answer to any of those things. This time again, one of her arms is spread over your shoulders, her fingers fiddling with the fabric of Abby’s shirt on your other side, and if anyone were to look, they’d probably think you’re dating either of them - if not both. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by her voice, and you almost let go of the glass of water you requested earlier when its now familiar murmur tickles your ear. “I like this skirt. Is it me you got it for? I’m sure Abby would like it just as much.”

Poorly disguised shock shines in your eyes but Ellie appears unphased, not even bothering with a glance at where her girlfriend listens to Mel vent about a fight between two of her students. You clear your throat, avoiding the heaviness of her stare, and shake your head timidly, scared to voice out your thoughts or to be heard. The fabric isn’t anything short per se, but it rode up your thighs through the night, and you’re suddenly far too aware of where Abby’s glances might have led to earlier. Ellie’s only response is a chuckle. 

You think that’s the end of it but that’s without counting on the end of the night - when everyone leaves but Ellie insists you stay around some more, and Abby doesn’t show any interest in moving away, her thighs spread and pressing you further into Ellie. The arm behind your back moves and this time, you can’t control the way your body jumps when she places a hand just above your knee, stroking the tight fabric of your skirt. 

“So,” you begin, trying to break the silence. “How long have you two been together?”

Abby takes a swing of her beer and your eyes follow the bulging muscle of her biceps until Ellie reminds you of her presence by patting your thigh affectionately. “Three years now. We met when Abby came around the school to renovate the gym with her crew and ended up moving in two months later. She’s a carpenter.”

“Oh,” you exclaim, interested but also still very much nervous. “That’s definitely helpful to have around at home. How long have you been doing this for?”

It’s the first time you address her directly and the kindness you’re met with feels almost surprising. You don’t think you would be kind to someone your girlfriend is two inches away from touching inappropriately right under your nose, but you suppose you should be glad that’s the case here. 

“Ever since I was a kid, really. Being a carpenter didn’t exactly fit my father’s plans but he always encouraged me anyway when I saw how much fun I had fixing things and building my own. What about you? What got you to into teaching?”

Tension leaves your back altogether when her answer reflects the smile perched on her lips and the mirth shining in her eyes. “Children, really. It started with babysitting and then all I could think about was teaching.”

Abby’s eyes dip down to your lips. “That’s cute.”

“I told you she’s adorable,” Ellie interrupts. “And beautiful too, isn’t she? I knew she’d be your type.”

Your lips part to speak but before a protest can slip past them, Abby nods, smile turning almost predatory. “I’d say she’s your own just as much. You’ve always liked your girls a bit innocent.”

“I’m not-”

“Can you blame me, though?”

Abby pretends to think for a second and gets that knowing look again, reading through the blush spreading up to your ears and the fast ups and downs of your chest in ways you fail to understand yourself. Everything’s going too fast, like a ball bouncing from one side of the court to the other, and it suddenly feels like they’re discussing you, praising you, without even including you in the conversation anymore. 

“No. I think I understand.”

Ellie chuckles, inching her hand higher up on your lap, and she allows the silence to persist for a moment longer before standing up to order another round for you. Abby never looks away. You’re still trying to comprehend what just happened, still failing to make sense of why your friend’s partner is staring at you like she’s considering the interest of throwing you over the table dirty with food crumbs and alcohol spills and flexing those fingers inside of your cunt instead of playing with the tip of her bottle. 

“Oh, you’ve got some crumbs here,” Abby says, eyes flicking down to wear your shirt wraps tightly around your chest. You follow her line of sight, wondering how that could be when you didn’t eat any of the fries they ordered earlier, and find nothing. “Here, I’ll get them off for you.”

Before a word of gratefulness can echo between the two of you, your lips part in shock, a hand positioning itself right above your breast and arching a curious eyebrow, staring into the depths of your eyes. There’s no hesitation in the action, but rather a sort of anticipation you find yourself trapped into. “Is this alright?” she asks, the “Yes,” out by your lips before you can even make sense of what she means.

Deep down, you know what it means. Deep down, you’ve got a feeling Abby might have been familiar with you far before your recent introduction. 

Once your agreement has been voiced, Abby startles you, immediately aiming for your right breast and gripping it with the whole length of her palm. A thumb rubs at soft skin only hidden by the light fabric of your shirt, almost transparent, not thick enough to act as a proper barrier, and you can feel it all - the heat of her hand, its roughness, how it’s thick enough, big enough to effortlessly envelop all of one breast.

It’s the first time her eyes have moved away from the trance they had yours stuck into, her stare dipping down to where she pretends to rub at your shirt, only reminding you of the absence of a bra to truly cover you. Your nipple hardens under her palm and that seems to be the goal because her hand changes sides, repeating the process, teasing and rubbing, the cotton fabric too rough for the sensitive little bud. Your thighs rub against each other, failing to get any sort of release from the pressure burning your cunt, hips almost bucking in a silent plea to be filled up by those very same fingers.  

Abby smiles, still kind, still honest, and shifts her hand only to roll it between two fingers, pulling a wet moan from your lips you fear the people behind you might catch. “See, that’s better now, isn’t it?” And just like that, she pulls away, hand settling back around her beer, leaving you to deal with the wetness soaking your underwear and the blush heating your face, shining like a broken christmas light. 

“Y-yeah.” It’s odd that you even manage to speak when flames circle hardened nipples, driving you into unknown depths of desire, but you’re proud to say you at least manage a coherent sound. “Thank you.”

When Ellie comes back, conversation follows a course far more normal, and if it weren’t for the hooded eyes, the pulsing heat, and the hand claiming its spot back on your lap, you’d think you hallucinated all of the tension. 

The state of your underwear when you strip down before a shower later that night, however, is all the proof you need. Yet, you fail to truly comprehend what happened. The innocence that almost shone in Abby’s eyes as she touched you is impossible to make sense of, and the next morning, you’re no longer sure of what her intentions truly were.

Did she mean to tease you like Ellie has been doing - as a friend, a friend who has a pretty interesting definition of the word platonic but a friend nonetheless? Or was this more? 

You’re not sure, but if anything, you won’t be the one to bring up the question just yet. 

-

Ellie and Abby are coming over to your house to help with the endless renovations you’ve been making. And no, it wasn’t your idea. 

You’ve been avoiding thinking about Abby and how she’s just as illegally fine as who you already considered to be the hottest woman alive, and although ignoring Ellie is impossible, you at least made some progress this past week with accepting the flirting as some meaningless fun. When you complained about the difficulties you’ve been having with painting the ceilings of two rooms and fixing the guest room bed, however, Ellie suggested that they come over to help and, well, how could you turn down such a nice proposal?

That’s how you end up watching them by the kitchen’s window as they relax around a glass of iced tea in the garden, cheeks stained with light grey paint and arms bared, water running in the sink and acting as the background noise to your current fantasies.

The mind owns a power the heart only dreams of having, capable of eternal wanderings uncontrolled by even the strongest wills. 

Yours has not resisted purposeless dreams. Dreams that once involved Ellie, a sweet craving for what could perhaps come to exist in the realm of reality - a craving for late-night guitar sessions and paintings in bold colors, for rough palms to sculpt your heart into submission and teasing smirks wiped away by kisses. Dreams that now involve someone else, a person you have yet to truly understand but who seems to perfectly fit a puzzle from which you did not believe a piece lost. Her body rings with a rigidity that’s a lot more pronounced, yet her heart appears softer, willing to lead you further into the depths of a euphoric swamp. 

A blurry motion startles you out of your thoughts and you blink to find the water is still running, the time still passing. Ellie is waving at you and Abby is staring with a raised eyebrow of curiosity. 

You smile, waving back, and turn off the tap. 

Fantasies are just that, unfortunately. You’ll have to make do with your imagination because it seems Abby isn’t intending on repeating what you’re getting more and more convinced was meaningless teasing anytime soon.

-

They spend the next weekend at your house too, fixing broken cupboards and a tall wardrobe you couldn’t figure out how to close fully, helping with the garden and any heavy objects you need to move around. 

It comes to a point where you decide that if you can’t have either of them, then dreaming is fine. The only problem is that you end up doing that a lot, and getting caught is inevitable. 

“Could I borrow your shower?” asks Ellie once the day reaches its end, the sun freefalling on the horizon. “I don’t want to dirty your couch.” Abby has fetched a chair for the same reason but you know how much Ellie like to sit beside you. Her girlfriend’s presence has not stopped the oncoming stream of cuddles she requires from you, and you’re more than happy to be held, touch-starved since the end of your last relationship. 

“Sure. I’ll get the food ready.”

You stand from the couch to head for the kitchen but before you can disappear, Ellie grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up, revealing a glistening, tight stomach in what feels like a slow motion to you but is surely a very normal pace for anyone else. The fabric slides off her shoulders and gets thrown straight to Abby’s face but your brain is in no way capable to register anything but newly revealed skin and soft curves hidden under a white sports bra. 

“Feel free to join me,” she adds, teasingly, and you know it has to be directed at Abby who, it seems, is just as affected as you are judging by the darkened gaze she keeps directed at Ellie, but if that’s the case, then you cannot explain why Ellie is staring right at you as she says it before turning around and leaving for the bathroom. 

It’s that gaze you see once they’re gone that night, writhing on top of your bed, covers thrown to the floor and pillow wet with your spit. It’s that gaze encouraging a second, then a third finger to fit into your cunt, the pressure too much yet so far from what you wish for, from how well you know they would both fill you, breaching past undesired tightness and taking all that you’re willing to give. 

And it’s their voices, blended in as one, whispering praise into your ear and urging you to let go when you finally fall over the edge, tears pooling in your eyes and teeth aching from the marks they’ve left in that poor pillow. 

-

“You know,” you begin, words not slurring but speech clearly affected by physical exhaustion and beer. “I thought you were flirting with me before you suddenly mentioned your girlfriend.”

A chuckle greets you, but you can’t tell if it comes from Abby or Ellie, both of them cuddling on the couch in front of you as you lay on the fluffy chair you bought for decoration purposes but that’s actually pretty amazing to use when sleepy. The night has fallen and you spent a lot of time in the garden today while Abby watched over you and Ellie finished with painting touch-ups, explaining the tiredness numbing your arms and the effects of the alcohol. 

Your eyes remain closed and you shift around when air tickles the bottom of your stomach, your shirt having ridden up to reveal skin. 

“What if I was?” and this time, you know it’s Ellie - sure, because it sounds like her, but also because she’s the one who likes teasing you the most. 

You huff, internally rolling your eyes. “With a girlfriend like Abby, trust me, you were not. You’d be dumb to flirt with anyone else or want to kiss anyone else,” you say, voice barely above a murmur. That second beer should not have been handed in your hand, but Ellie has always been a bad influence and Abby drinks them with little effort. Slowly, you half-whisper, “Bet her lips are so soft.”

Abby laughs this time, reminding you of her presence, but you’re too far gone to care. “I think yours would put up a great fight in a contest,” she says, the smile evident in her voice. “Maybe even win, who knows. I know I wouldn’t mind trying you out.”

“Hey!” Ellie interrupts, “I get to try her out first. I found her. You would want me first, wouldn’t you?”

It takes a while for you to register the question and understand you’re being spoken to. “I think I want the both of you… together.”

Someone’s breath hitches, but you fall asleep before you can find out whose. 

All you remember the next morning is strong arms holding onto the back of your thighs and your back carrying you up the stairs, a pair of sweet lips leaving a kiss on your forehead, and the throbbing traces of a hand on the naked skin of your stomach. 

That must have been a fairly nice dream. 

-

You’re in the kitchen when things truly take a turn you did not expect to happen in reality, breaching the realm of fantasies and fully stepping into your life - your peaceful and joyful life that, as you will soon come to realize, was actually missing two precious souls to reach the desperate form of completion you sought. 

Abby is drying the dishes you’re washing and Ellie is… well, she’s simply being herself, avoiding any sort of chore and whistling in the living room as she chooses what movie you’ll all be watching tonight. The mood has been particularly tense today and this time, you’re glad to say it’s not your fault. Abby has been especially attentive to you, asking about your day, your past, and the shape you imagine your future to take, casually exchanging indecipherable looks with Ellie. They’re more than familiar with your house now yet they’ve never acted more like strangers scared of trespassing. 

If you didn’t know better, you would think of them as almost… afraid. 

Fortunately, the tension left as soon as night fell and you all settled back into soothing habits. At least, that’s what you think, until a shadow looms over your back, blocking the naked lightbulb from shining light on the last plate in your hand, and you realize that Ellie isn’t as busy as she made it out to be. 

“Dinner was great, thanks for preparing all of it again,” she says, supporting her weight with one hand on the countertop and the left one innocently resting on your hip. Her touch is welcomed and familiar, her palm cupping the curve to perfection. “Anyone ever told you you’d make the perfect little wife?”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes although you know she won’t be able to see it. “If that’s truly the case, there’d be a lot more people pilling up at my door, or at least one person. I think you two are just terrible cooks in desperate need of a chef.”

Abby shakes her head, nudging you with her elbow as she wipes water from a pack of forks. “You’re not wrong in thinking we’d wife you up in an instant if you wanted, but not because you’d be a great chef.”

“Yeah,” Ellie agrees, flexing her fingers where they rest on your hip. “I can think of a few other reasons. You’d be an amazing mother, for one, and you’re far more patient than either of us deserve.”

“And you’re ready to put up with her stubbornness, so a perfect match, really.” Abby’s comment makes you laugh but Ellie speaks again before you can tease her about her own issues with never doing as told. 

“All of that, and I even bet you’d be such a pretty little thing to fuck.” Your hands freeze on where you’ve just put the plate away, tension seizing unready muscles. You blink, staring by the window, the night turning it into a mirror and reflecting the shock wild in your eyes. For a second, you’re convinced to have misheard. But the silence that follows tells the opposite story. Ellie’s close, suddenly, closer than she was before, and Abby’s hands have stilled as well, her body tight with stress. “I feel like we didn’t thank you properly for all the meals you’ve prepared for us. What do you think, Abby?”

At the edge of your vision, you can sense that Abby has given in and glances at you from the corner of an eye, the sound of her breathing audible, loud. “I think she very much likes politeness, and… it would be rude not to give back after taking so much, wouldn’t it?”

“Right. And what about you, um?” The hand on your hip slowly slides closer to your front before drawing back, again and again, in what feels like a maddening caress. “Do you think we should thank you? Together, I mean.”

Later, you’ll have more than enough time to consider just how stupid it was for you, at that precise moment, to doubt the true meaning behind Ellie’s suggestion. There’s a part of you that yearns for this to be real, for it to feel real, but that part cannot be allowed to exist because it is directly connected to a risk of disappointment you’re not sure you would survive. So, when you reply a breathy little, “Yes,” you don’t actually expect what follows. 

“Good girl.” 

A whine spills past your lips but the reason behind its existence is blurry - is it the praise, vibrating through your lungs and soaking your cunt, or is it the hand that fully slides against your front, rubbing at the seam of your jeans frustratingly right above your heat, the other suddenly palming the curve of your ass and roughly kneading skin? You think you’ll never know for the first moan, but the next one is inevitably due to the second pair of hands finding a place to have some fun of their own. 

“I can feel how soaked you are already,” Ellie says, tone teasing, taunting and forcing past your defenses. “Are you sure you didn’t expect this to happen? How often did you fuck yourself wishing it was us, hmm, pretty girl?”

You think that question should not require an answer, mostly because you’re incapable of giving any, incapable of getting that brain of yours to think and function properly. But Abby doesn’t seem happy with your silence, and she finally decides to remind you of her presence. 

“We asked you a question, sweetheart.” Her voice startles you and your head turns to face her, your heart soothed by the admiration and the awe and the desire reflected in usually tight features. She’s smiling, not that usually kind expression but one that’s almost amused, and you realize you’re in serious, serious trouble with these two. Two fingers seize you by the chin, pushing it upward, and a thumb rubs at your bottom lip. “How empty did you feel thinking about how good we could take care of you?”

“I- I didn’t-” Ellie’s nails sink into the flesh of your ass, reprimanding, and Abby tuts, shaking her head disappointedly. 

“It’s alright,” she adds. “You can be honest with us. There’s not a single time we fucked since you started working here that we didn’t think about you, about how complete you’d make us.” And you’re going to process that at some point, but now will not be that time. Not when she continues to speak, stealing any hope for coherency from under your feet. “We’ll take care of you now, though. Come on, Ellie, don’t be a tease.”

Ellie hesitates, hands still, fingers flexing. They stare at each other with blazing heat in what you think could be a fight for dominance you’re not sure to make sense of when they could just take out all of that on you. 

“You better beg for it.”

When the gearwheels begin to roll again, you lose all sense of reality. 

It’s like they both observed you for months, like they figured out what button to push and with how much strength, what you love and what you’re too ashamed to admit you need. Chills of shame erupt on your arms at the idea, worsened by how smoothly Ellie works your body. 

“Let’s get these off you,” she mutters, lips hovering right next to your nape, inches away from a kiss. “You won’t be needing them around us anymore.”

There’s possessiveness in her words and there’s possessiveness in how fast she slips the button of your jeans off and tugs on the material, slowly, as if to admire what is finally hers to worship and use as she deems fit. Abby growls, watching with a well-trained eye as the tight fabric slides over your ass, and her hand moves down to press against your throat, keeping your back shamefully arched, ass raised for their eyes to feast onto. Your pants end halfway down your thighs, and you have to say there’s nothing surprising about Ellie’s eagerness to get to the source of her desires, hot between your thighs. 

“Abby told me I’d love your ass. Guess she wasn’t wrong.” You expect your underwear to follow next but she decides not to bother with that. “Ever gotten fucked there before, or are you keeping that tight little hole for when we decide to use it?”

“N-never, I- I don’t-”

Abby sighs, shaking her head warningly. “Ellie… focus.”

“Right, sorry. We’ll keep that in mind for another time, you’re ours now anyway, aren’t you? Our pretty little toy.”

You’re all but ready to cry when fingers slides into the front of your underwear, familiar roughness perceptible in the actions, immediately drenched in your desires. Your cunt aches, your core throbs, and your nipples harden. A cocktail of needs that can only be sated by much more than what you’re given. Efficient fingers part your folds before expertly reaching that little bud of sensitiveness at the top of your mound, circling it, pinching it, driving you crazy with it. 

But that’s not what truly seals the first release of the night. That only comes when Abby decides to fully join in on the fun. 

Fingers unbutton your shirt until it parts to reveal the pale pink bra that matches the current dark pink of your panties, only abandoning your neck until the offending lace has been pushed right under your breasts and returning to its hold. You think Abby’s going to kiss you, for a moment, but she’s only reveling in the hot puffs of air slipping past your lips and trying to swallow down the guttural moan that vibrates in your throat when Ellie decides she wants to take the next step.

The hand that had for now been palming your ass travels closer to your center and tugs flimsy fabric out of the way carelessly. You’re not given a warning when the first finger breaches past your entrance, only the sound of Ellie spitting on her fingers for unnecessary lube and that feeling of needing frustratingly more. A whine lodges itself at the back of your throat, and they both laugh, only turning your frustration worse. 

You want to move and fight back, tell them you’re more than capable of taking charge yourself. But there’s something about being treated as a toy meant to receive pleasure, about being admired and taken and praised, about that second finger joining the first and filling the tightness of your cunt, that forces you into a soothing form of submission, allowing every touch and taking them willingly. 

Abby palms at one breast, rolling a nipple under the strong surface in a touch that translates all of her strength. “Is that blush for us, pretty thing? You’re gonna come all over her hand like a good slut already, aren’t you?”

And, it’s cruel, but of course you do. 

Ellie flexes her fingers, increasing the speed of her arm. You can’t see it, but you know veins must shy prettily all over her forearm and biceps must be bulging from the tightness required to fuck you like she does now - like she wants to pull orgasm after orgasm from your core until you no longer understand what it means not to feel the maddening pulse of a release coursing through your body like liquid fire. Abby turns meaner, rougher, pinching a nipple between two fingers and pressing the hand further into your neck, forcing you to follow its direction and standing further on your toes. 

Four hands - teasing, fucking, taking. 

Two souls tauntingly attracting your own into their orbit, sealing an invisible lock around your heart, your body, your being itself. 

And sweet, sweet praise, whispered right under your ear, sending you into a release you’re helpless to control. 

“Ellie, Abby… I-” The moan that travels from your chest and spills past your lips is rough, guttural, connected to the inhuman waves of pleasures rocking through your body. Your cunt clenches around the fingers still thrusting in and out of your center, clinging onto the digits until they’re forced to stop, Ellie breathing heavily in your ear. Abby kisses down the curve of your throat, teeth nibbling at sensitive skin and laying a mark you refuse to ever cover. 

Your moan ends, broken off in tense breathing, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, and that’s when you catch the groan vibrating Ellie’s throat. It, too, falls into silence. 

Abby swears against your skin, a deep, rough “Fuck,” that sends shivers down your spine. 

“Told you she’d be the cutest little thing to corrupt,” Ellie teases, slowly sliding out of you, fighting against the tightness of your walls and your eagerness to be fucked into a stupid mess. “She’s all proper and shit but I could tell she’d love it.”

“I never doubted you.” Abby says, kissing the lone tear sliding down your cheek with all of the tenderness she can conjure. “Come on, let’s get her on a proper surface.”

Heat blooms on your cheeks when Ellie steps away to allow Abby to take you into her arms, the ground suddenly disappearing from under your feet. The way they talk about you like you’re not even there, like you’re too fucked out to understand a single word, would be shameful under any other circumstance. You know it’s only a game when Ellie takes advantage of finally facing you by planting a soft kiss on your forehead, pushing away a lazy strand of hair. 

They begin to walk toward your bedroom like they perfectly know the way, and your vision turns dark right as they push the door open.

-

“Can you hold her open for me or have you been slacking at the gym?”

Your eyes remain closed, but your brain kickstarts itself into working properly again. You can feel the familiar linen of your sheets under your ass and soft naked breasts pressed against your back, another weight shifting in front of you on the bed. 

The body behind yours shakes in rhythm with a chuckle and you recognize Ellie. “Can you still eat pussy or should we trade so I can show you? Sorry we didn’t plan for your strap, I thought she might have a cock lying around but… we’ll have to take care of that next time.”

“Fuck you,” says Abby half-heartedly, the sound followed by more shifting. 

You’re fully aware again when Ellie grabs the back of your thighs and tugs them, spreading your legs and allowing air to tickle the slick still running from your center, drenched folds bared for anyone to use as they please. 

“Come on, get to it. I know you’re hungry.”

Another pair of hands holds you by the ass and your eyes flutter open, hoping to catch sight of what you once dreamed about. Abby barely spares you a glance before she all but leaps to feast on your cunt, igniting a fire not yet extinguished. 

“Abby… Abby…” You repeat her name like a plea, like a prayer. Your hips buck and trash around, your heart pauses and starts again, your releases come and come again right after each other until you exist no more, a broken toy a kid cannot help but continue to play with. 

Lips circle your clit and suck, pull and deliver rough kisses. An expert tongue gathers slicks at your entrance and spreads it all over already drenched folds, eating rather than licking, a starved woman relishing in her first and last mean. It’s all too much, too soon, too sensitive, and you’re in no way capable of pulling away, four hands keeping you all tight and secure in their hold, a prisoner to your own pleasure. 

“Keep them coming, pretty thing. I want your cunt red by the time we’re done with you tonight,” Ellie murmurs in your ear before resuming the path of tenderness her mouth trailing on down your neck. 

You only find the strength left in yourself to follow that order. 

-

An unwelcomed warmth burns your closed eyelids and you shift, attempting to escape its path. To your great despair, it doesn’t budge. A tired groan echoes in the room and you blink sleep back into your body, limbs stretching and encountering a soreness that did not exist before.

Oh. Right. Last night happened and… it was not a dream this time. 

Fear seizes your heart for a moment and you quickly look around, scared to find the bed empty save for your body. A happy sigh of relief marks the moment you see them - Abby clinging to Ellie’s back, still sound asleep and temptingly naked, and Ellie holding onto your waist, staring up at you with a smug look and a kind smile.

“Morning,” she says, voice broken from sleep. “You didn’t think we’d abandon you, did ya?”

“N-no I… I’m just happy to see you.” You cannot control the dumb smile that widens on your lips, and Ellie’s smirk only widens, her hold pulling you back into the eternal depths of the sheets. 

“We’re not going anywhere, try to get some more sleep.”

It’s a simple sentence, meaningless on the surface. 

Yet, you know it’s more than that. 

It’s a promise. 

A promise for more, meant to suppress the doubts blossoming in your chest. A promise that they’ll be there when you awake again, and again, and again.  

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

So I accidentally deleted this request but I have written it so sorry to whoever wrote it.

Request : Okok, Teen!Male!reader x Spencer Ried (platonic obvs) when reader ends up getting mixed up a crime/murder in the drug scene. They aren't the unsub but they struggle with addiction and has an ally cat type attitude so it makes it difficult to get any information out of him. Spencer is like a father figure and they start to get close, helping reader through out the case/ recovery.

I love this idea

Third person pov...

Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan arrive on scene, there is a serial killer runnng around kidnapping upstanding people then killing people by overdosing them on different drugs.

The latest victim was a mother with two children under the ages of 10, with no history of drug use she is currently the 5th victim, where they found her was in a dumpster in ohio.

"Looks like the rest of the victims" Says Derek as he kneels next to the body of Samantha Doyle. Spencer nods and looks around the scene. "As well as the dump site, he threw her away like trash." He says, as he looks he notices a boy looking no older then 15 being talked to by the police.

Confused Spence leaves Morgan and walks over to one of the police officers. "Hey excuse me, whats he doing here?" He asks nodding over at the boy and officer.

The office next to him looks over. "Oh yeah him, he's been hanging around sayin' he saw something. Don't bother with 'im he's an addict got loads of them here" he tells the agent, Spencer thanks the man but doesn't take his eyes of the teen.

The officer just sighs and leaves the boy, he was watching with intense curiosity. The boy had messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, giving the impression of a troubled soul.

Spencer's mind immediately went into profiling mode, trying to figure out the boy's story, he walked over to the boy and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. And you are?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders tapping his hand nervously. "Y/N" he says bearly over a mumble but Spencer hears him. "Well Y/N, did you see anything here?" He asked.

The young detective immediately noticed the troubled look in (Y/n)'s eyes, and he could see the fear and guilt written all over his face.

Spencer's empathetic nature kicked in, and he knew that there was more to this young man than meets the eye.

(Y/n) was like a wounded alley cat, always on edge and unwilling to trust anyone. The 15 year old didn't say anything. "How about you come to the station to talk" Says the genius.

Y/N thinks before nodding, either way they were going to make him talk might as well get it over with, soon the boy is sat in the back of thr SUV with two Agents.

They try and talk to him more but only get a few words out bef they take him to the interrogation room to talk, as Y/N sits and waits he thinks over his life.

He's been hooked on drugs since he was 12 when he was 10 his Mother died leaving him with his abusive Father, he would kick little Y/N around all day until the boy finally turned to drugs to dull the pain.

It's worked all those years and he's hooked, finally when he was 14 he ran away and had beeb living on the streets, pick pocketing people who walk past him.

He met many different people throughout the last year, not many of them were nice most were arsehole and criminals, but last night traumatised him.

He was in his usual place counting the money he managed to pick pocket of some people, when he heard something. He saw a guy dressed in dark clothes throughing something in the dumpster.

Y/N didn't bother with it, but he got curious and stuck behind a dumpster and got a pretty good look at what was happening, his E/C eyes widened in shock.

It was a body, the man was throwing her into the dumpster, Y/N ducks into the darkness when the guy turns around, he gets a good look at his face before he leaves in a truck.

It was to dark to see the number plate, Y/N walks closer to the body, her lifeless eyes stare into his dark tired ones, she looked alot like his Mother.

Shivering he closed her eyes and left to go back to his place where he sleeps and tried to forget what he saw.

The door to the room opens bringing the teen back into the real world, Spencer had told everyone to stay there thay he would handle it.

He closed the door and sat in the chair oppos the boy, Y/N wasnt ha dcuffed and coukd ove but didn't he kept sat down.

Spencer decis to take a different approach, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a pack of cards.

"Mind if I play a game of solitaire?" Spencer asked, trying to lighten the mood To his surprise, the young man slowly reached out and took the cards. As they played, Spencer asked more questions, trying to get some information about the crime and the drug scene in the area.

As he played Y/N became a little more reaced but was still on guard and keeping Spencer at arms lengt.

Y/N still didn't reveal much, but Spencer could tell he was holding back. He also noticed the subtle tremors in Y/Ns hands and the needle marks on his arm.

He soon realized that Y/N was not the unsub, but rather a lost soul struggling with addiction and trauma, this brought him back to when he was addicted to delaudid.

After a few games Y/N began opening up about what he sawast night, he told him everything he remembered, this helped the team alot tk catch the bastard.

Throughout the case Without judgment, Spencer offered to help Y/N get clean and get out of the dangerous world of drugs. With the help of Y/N the team manages to catch the killer sooner than they had hoped.

As the case progressed, Spencer and the H/C teen grew closer. They spent long nights talking and playing cards, and Spencer could see the potential in the young man. He was intelligent and quick-witted, but his addiction was holding him back.

Y/N was also hesitant to trust anyone, but he slowly opened up to Spencer, after having an awful relationship with his bio father seeing him Spencer as a father figure scared him, Spence became more invested in the teens recovery and helping him turn his life around.

With the help of the team, they were able to track down the murder suspect, Y/N even played a crucial role in gathering information, using his 'alley cat attitude' to his advantage.

As the case came to a close, Spencer and Y/N celebrated with a game of cards and a heartfelt conversation. Y/N thanked Spencer for his help and guidance, and Spencer promised to always be there for him.

From that day on, Y/N focused on his recovery with the support of his new family at the BAU. He still had his struggles, but with Spencer by his side, he knew he could overcome them.

Spencer, on the other hand, learned a valuable lesson about not judging a book by its cover. Y/N may have been mixed up in the drug scene, but he was more than just an addict. He was a survivor.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, slowly getting through these requests. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1312

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #light angst #x teen!reader #family problems #abusive dad #tw drugs #addiction #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x teen!reader #spencer reid #x male teen reader #father figure #lota of angst

[lilc77]

Just some random thoughts about married SephTi:

I had a revelation at 3am about married Sephiroth and Tifa (not sure where it came from) reading FanFiction about themselves. Sephiroth comes home to find Tifa engrossed in her phone. She acknowledges him and speaks to him but she is glued to her phone. He wonders how he should feel if he finds out that she's watching porn so he decided to ask trying to be funny.

Sephiroth: Hey, hon. Watching porn?

Tifa (responses without looking up): No, reading it.

Sephiroth: Pardon?

Tifa: I'm reading it.

Sephiroth: Reading it. Huh. Not sure how to respond to that. Is it any good?

Tifa: Totally. Especially how Genesis have you going speechless. Oh and Angeal eventually joins the fun

Sephiroth: Excuse me?! What kind of trash are you reading?

Sephiroth snatches her phone and reads the smutty yaoi fanfiction. His face scrunches and tosses the phone back to her. Tifa stifles a laugh.

Sephiroth: FanFiction. Should've known. Shouldn't be reading trash like that. Where did you find that?

Tifa: I heard a few talk about it and I was just curious.

Sephiroth: If you were so curious, you should've came straight to the source. I would've indulged my lovely wife. Besides, if you had such time for idleness, you can go to the training room with me. I'll be more than happy to give you a workout, Mrs. Lockhart. And stop hanging out with Zack and Genesis. They're corrupting you.

Tifa: Oh? Is that so, Mr. Lockhart.

Sephiroth approaches Tifa and kisses her before sitting down behind her on the couch.

Sephiroth: Who wrote that garbage anyway?

Tifa: Your devoted Fanclub members and a few underground students/cadets.

Sephiroth (sighs): Figures. Just so you know Mrs. Lockhart, there's a few out there about you too.

Tifa: Noo? What? Where?

Sephiroth grins widely. He takes her phone and types then hands it back to her. She reads and peruses a few FanArts.

Tifa: What? Oh my God? Wait, that's actually a really great picture of me. Hey! My boobs aren't that big?!

Sephiroth laughs.

Sephiroth: What's wrong, my dear? Didn't like what you found? Maybe you shouldn't have opened Pandora's box.

Tifa: How did you know about this?

Sephiroth: Not important. More importantly, if you're going to indulge in trash like that, you might as well read the good ones.

Tifa: What do you mean?

He asks for her phone again. She hands it to him. He types and hands it back to her. She reads a FanFiction about them.

Tifa: What is this?

Sephiroth: Apparently, we have a fan.

Tifa: What do you mean?

Sephiroth: Read their pen name.

It reads "Number1F@n".

Tifa: Do you know who it is?

Sephiroth: I do not. But apparently, they're someone close enough to get an inside scoop.

Tifa: What do you mean?

Sephiroth: Go to Volume 2, Chapter 23, 5th paragraph. The way the Hero proposed to the Heroine sounds very familiar don't you think? Sounds a little too close to home?

Tifa: The only ones who know are Angeal, Genesis, Zack, Barrett, and a select few who I know wouldn't say anything. I did tell Cissnei but she wouldn't dare write about it.

Sephiroth: Hmm. Anyway, you should give it a read. You have some catching up to do. There's already 3 Volumes. I'm currently on the 3rd.

Tifa: 3 Volumes?! How?! What?!

Sephiroth: Mmm-hmm. It's very good and very detailed. It even has our little tiffs in there. Oh and apparently you're cheating on me with Angeal.

Tifa (stifles laughter): What?!

Sephiroth: Yeah. Don't worry, I told him that I would castrate him and set Meteor down on him if he ever thinks about touching you. He said he wouldn't have expected any less. Though there are some scenes I would love to recreate with you, Mrs. Lockhart.

Tifa: Oh?

Sephiroth: Mmm-hmm. Let me know when you get to Chapter 18. You really should get to reading.

Tifa: When did you have time to read this?

Sephiroth: Only once in a blue moon.

Flashbacks to a few instances of Sephiroth reading on the train en route to a mission, in his office where he's thought to be reading mission reports, during Hojo's scientific ramblings, during Lazard's meeting, while hanging out with Genesis and Angeal, on the couch with Tifa asleep on him, etc.

In the meanwhile, on the other side of Shinra HQ:

Tseng types on his laptop. He's currently working on Volume 4 under his pen name "Number1F@n". Satisfied with the end of his chapter, he closes his laptop for the night and decides to call it a night.

#ff7 #finalfantasyvii #sephiroth #tifa lockhart #sephti #sephiroth x tifa #sephti reads their own fanfiction #married life #tseng of the turks #tseng #tseng is their number one fan

[neon-junkie]

Please Take Me Home - Part.1

Summary: Best friends since childhood - you and Eddie Munson are inseparable! A right pair, friends to the very end.

That is, until Eddie begins chatting with a stranger at a house party, and in your drunken state, your jealousy gets the better of you.

And your feelings.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Tags: Best friends to lovers, Drinking, House party, Drunken confessions, Jealousy, Angst, Vomitting, Arguments.

Word count: 2.7k

[Part 2 - not posted yet]

Notes: I just love best friends to lovers, like not realising you have feelings for your bestie until something angsty happens. Ahhh!!!!

Loosely inspired by 'Please take me home' by blink-182, my fave band :>

"Which one?" you ask as you flick between two tops, pressing them against your torso in an attempt to mimic how they would look on your body.

"Either," Eddie shrugs. Ugh, no help. This is why you don't ask a man for fashion advice!

With a groan, you turn away to look at your reflection in the mirror, deciding for yourself. Back and forth, you flick between the two shirts, and eventually decide fuck it, and settle on one.

You hook the losing shirt back on your rail, and begin shimmying out of your current clothes, completely unfazed by Eddie who is sitting on your bed. He's seen you in your underwear countless times, as you've seen him in his - you're best friends, why would you be fazed about a little skin showing?

Best friends. Ever since you and your single father moved into a trailer in Forest Hills, back when your adult teeth were still coming through, and when scraped and bruised knees were somewhat of an accessory on you.

Eddie was timid back then, shy and nervous, with his short, almost buzzed hair, and curious doe eyes. You were the one to bridge the gap, offering to teach him how to ride your bike, back when he couldn't afford one of his own. His uncle has done everything in how power to provide for Eddie, even more so when he left his old job and started working at the Plant.

Middle school came and went, followed by High school, only Eddie wasn't fortunate enough to get out when you did. You're both 21 now, old enough to drink and party, and perhaps, one day, graduate.

Well, you graduated years ago, and the idea of college is still on your mind. Maybe one day, when you can afford it, but as of right now, your career in your local arcade is progressing, seeing as you're Assistant Manager.

Eddie loves calling you by your title whenever he pops by.

Speaking of Eddie, he's currently sprawled out on your bed, gawking at the stipple ceiling as you finish putting your outfit together. Your hair and makeup were done long ago, and you were praying on Eddie's fashion advice when he arrived, only it seems he's left your prayers unanswered.

"You okay, Eds?" you question as you take a seat beside him to pull on your leather boots.

"I'm just... not entirely excited for this house party, you know?" Eddie says with a soft shrug.

Ah, yes, the house party that you specifically were invited to. One of your co-workers is hosting, and has urged you to invite as many people as possible. "I wanna trash my new place," he explained when he verbally handed you the invite.

Eddie Munson alone is more than enough for the task, but you decided to invite a few of your own friends, and Eddie's band, seeing as they never leave that grubby garage of theirs, forever held up with sharp music, and sweat from hours of jamming. Fuck, they really stink.

"It'll be fine, you've met my co-workers many times before," you explain as you double-knot your laces. As you stand, you give your toes a wiggle, testing the tightness of your shoes before offering Eddie your hand. "Come on, we still need to pick some booze up."

"Ughhh," Eddie groans as he allows you to pull him up from your bed, his fingers automatically entwining with yours as you pull him out of your room, and through your trailer.

Your father exchanges goodbyes with you, along with a laugh, "call me if you get too drunk, and need picking up."

"We will do," Eddie replies, and sends him a salute before following you out of the trailer door.

Your co-worker's place is a twenty-minute walk from yours, and on the way, you pass a shabby corner shop. Perfect. Neither of you are driving, meaning you can get as fucked up as you please!

Eddie perks up on the walk; the crisp, late Summer air must be doing wonders for him, even more so when he has his first beer in hand. Your co-worker's place comes into your line of sight, and there's already people lingering around outside. The music can be heard thumping through the cheap walls, and you need not knock, welcoming yourself in without any issues.

Greetings are made, not just work your co-worker, but with many others that both you and Eddie recognise. Before you know it, the party is in full swing, and you find yourself tied to a game of beer pong with one of your co-workers frat friends.

Yeah, a frat boy. Who would have thought that such a man would be willing to mingle with a freak like you? Perhaps they aren't so bad, after all.

Either way, you're kicking his ass, not that he seems to mind. "Nice to have a lady in charge," he laughs before downing another one of his beers, followed by crushing the plastic cup in his grasp and tossing it to the floor, as if that was such a difficult task.

You shoot back another sly comment, earning a laugh from the crowd - but no laugh from Eddie.

Speaking of Eddie, where the fuck is he?

He had excused himself minutes ago to "go and piss," as he phrased it, but you're pretty certain Eddie doesn't take this long in the restroom. Whatever. He's a free man, and you're a free woman with a single cause - a cause to get shitfaced.

Beer pong soon finishes, and victory is yours! Chad, as he introduces himself, congratulates you after finishing his beers, making yet another comment about how nice it is to have a woman put him in his place. "Especially in those boots, woah!" Chad exclaims as he notices your chunky leather shoes.

"I take it you're not used to socialising with us freaks, huh?" you laugh, sipping on your drink with ease.

"Hey! I support everybody," Chad cheers. "Freaks and sluts, the lot of you! Everybody is welcome in my house!"

Okay. He's quite the character. Even if this isn't literally his house.

It's nice to have a frat boy on your side, as weird as it feels. You swiftly get hooked into a conversation with him, leaning against the kitchen counter, half-watching another game of beer pong between Eddie's band, and some of your co-worker's friends.

Speaking of Eddie, where the fuck is he? It's been... what? Half an hour since he vanished?

Fearing the worst, you excuse yourself from Chad, muttering something about needing a piss. Your co-worker's house isn't very large, and within minutes you find Eddie, lingering out the back on the porch.

However, he has company.

"Eds!" you gasp as you finally find him, only to lock eyes with his new-found friend.

Eddie casts you a salute, and to your surprise, he seems somewhat irritated by your presence. His new friend is another freak like you, covered head to toe in leather, lace, and fishnets, with heavy makeup, and hair so wild that it can never be tamed.

Oh.

Okay, you see what's going on here.

"I thought you'd fallen into the toilet," you excuse, giving a reason behind your sudden intrusion.

Intrusion. Fuck. That doesn't sound right. He's your best friend, why the fuck would you Intrude on him? You two don't keep secrets, you're both open books, only now you fear that, perhaps, there's a new chapter brewing that he isn't too keen on you seeing.

"I did, but this Princess pulled me out," Eddie explains as he gestures to the stranger, earning a soft laugh from her. "This is Raven," he introduces, before exchanging your name with the stranger.

Raven, ugh. What a stereotypical goth. You've only just met the woman, but for some reason, you hate her.

Maybe it's because her style is far better than yours, or because her dark eyeliner is complimented with a separate layer of gold eyeliner, creating a contrast against her dark skin. Shit, maybe it's because she's pretty. Really fucking pretty.

Too fucking pretty.

"Nice to meet you," you cast her an awkward salute, and she dares to sweetly wave at you, followed by complimenting your shirt.

The shirt that you weren't sure you should wear tonight. "At least someone here has good taste," you sarcastically comment, casting daggers at Eddie.

Raven chuckles at your joke, and okay, maybe you do understand why Eddie is sending her those puppy dog eyes and cheesy smile. You know, the one he usually makes at you.

It seems you've been replaced.

"I'll uh- leave you two to it," you shrug, not wanting to feel any more unwelcome than you already are. Or, well, than you've convinced yourself. Sure, they could just be mingling, two outcasts who currently don't feel like diving head-first into the party.

Or they could be flirting.

Yeah, the second option seems more likely.

Eddie is the type to flirt without realising it. You've had countless people assume you two are a couple, seeing as he speaks to you in such a way. Sweetheart, Darling, Babe, Honey - all pet names, but to you, they're just nicknames.

Just nicknames.

Just friends.

Best friends.

Before either can reply, you duck back into the house, and nudge your way into the heart of the party. Your eyes scan the perimeter; Chad is talking to a small handful of similar looking guys (his frat pals?), your co-worker is sitting on the couch with a few mutual friends, and Eddie's band members have taken up the dining room table.

Prefect.

You go over to your backpack, stored by the front door, and pull out the bottle of sambuca that you brought earlier. It's cheap, and lukewarm, but give yourself a few shots, and the taste will no longer matter.

You grab a cup of punch on the way over, and make your presence well known as you settle down with your friends. Your friends. Not just Eddie's, despite the fact that he introduced you to them. They welcome you with open arms, but also disgust, seeing as you're carrying poison in your grasp.

"May I entice you gentlemen into a drinking game?" you suggest as you take your seat.

Glances are shared between them, and despite their disgust, they agree. "On the condition that we can wash the taste down," Gareth agrees, not wanting the lingering taste of anise in his mouth. Nor do the others.

Perfect.

You've pulled.

You're in luck.

The man of your dreams is on your lips. He's smooth, pale, gorgeous, and accompanying you through this sea of regret and bad decisions.

After rinsing your mouth out with lukewarm water, and wiping your lips with toilet paper, the man of your dreams goes flush! as your latest batch of sick swirls and disappears in the toilet.

Fuck.

How did it come to this? The decor of your co-worker's bathroom spins and swirls, but sets into place as you focus on the sink, sitting down on the bathroom floor. Finally, you no longer feel your guts sprinting up your throat, and for a split second, you feel nothing but peace.

Until there's a knock at the door.

As your eyes move, your surroundings take a second to flow with it, lagging before finally coming into focus. Ugh, someone's pounding at the door, probably desperate for their turn with your man.

Heavy boots meet the tile floor as you push yourself up, clutching onto the chilling walls as you slowly walk over. "Hang on," you groan, before finally introducing your sweaty palm to the doorknob. You unlock the bathroom door, and swing the door open, expecting someone to dash past you and spew in the toilet, unbothered by your presence.

Only, they don't.

"Are you alright?" Eddie questions, his body leaning against the door frame.

Oh, yeah, you almost forgot he existed. Eddie Munson, your best friend of a million years, the man who has seen you through everything, only to drop you for some pretty goth girl that he's met at this house party.

Yeah, beeeest fuckkingggg friiendsssss!

"Baby, I'm stellar," you say with a laugh. "Fucking bitchin', or whatever the phrase is," you groan, and push yourself out of the bathroom, your boots coming into contact with the shabby hallway carpet.

"I heard you chucking your guts up," Eddie states as he fishes his arm around your waist, and pulls your arm over his shoulders. You do nothing but stand there, undecided on your next destination in the party, or target, depending on what you're up for.

Your drunken mind speaks for you, enraged with jealousy. You don't have feelings for your best friend, you totally don't! But it would have been nice for him to, at least, consider you an option before making a move on that stranger. "You heard me over your girlfriend?" you laugh.

"Girlfriend?" Eddie repeats with disgust. "Are you talking about Raven? We've only been hanging out. Not in the mood to party hard, like you," Eddie grumbles, seeming rather appalled by your words, but he makes no effort to remove you from his grasp.

"Oh, so she's a quirky social outcast like you, huh?" you say with a laugh.

Eddie sternly mutters your name, and shrugs your arm from around his shoulder, taking back the helping hand that he offered moments ago. "What's got into you, huh?" Eddie grumbles, his brows furrowing.

You've only seen that expression once before, but there was kindness laced within it. Back in Middle School, you made the foolish decision of chasing after a boy that was only stringing you along, and Eddie was there to lovingly tell you off after he warned you about the mess you were about to put yourself in.

And now, it seems you're in another mess, only there is no loving gaze laced within Eddie's expression.

"Alcohol," you mindlessly shrug, and let out a soft laugh, attempting to lighten the situation.

Eddie huffs, "I see what's going on here," he mutters. His eyes flick to the stairs, mentally calculating how he's going to assist you down them, before focusing back on you. "Come on, I'm taking you home," Eddie practically orders.

To make things worse, you stir the pot even more. You peer over your shoulder, and let out a laugh as you reply, "huh? Oh, you're talking to me? I thought Raven was behind me!"

Eddie is visibly seeing red, his fists bunching up at his side. "I'm not dealing with this," he abruptly huffs. "Either you let me take you home now, or you can... shit!"

"What is it?" you grumble, and reach out to hold onto the wall, keeping your unstable body upright.

Subconsciously, Eddie begins drumming his foot against the floor. His hands cross over his chest, and he refuses to meet your gaze. "I was going to tell you to make your own way home, but I can't do that to my best friend, alright?"

His eyes meet yours, and only now do you feel bad for riling him up. Shit. Best friend. He's your best friend in the whole wide world, and you've got worked up over a girl that he met only hours ago.

"Best friend," you scoff. Your feet begin moving for you, and before you realise, you're slowly making your way down the stairs. Best friend.

Best. Friend.

"I'm staying for a little longer," you explain on your slow decline, not looking over your shoulder at Eddie, who is watching you from the top of the stairs. "Go back to your girlfriend," you scoff, biting the bullet once more.

Your feet meet the bottom of the stairs, and under your breath, you mumble, "it's not like I was ever an option," before making your way back into the heat of the party.

Eddie, who, for once in his life, is relatively sober at a house party, heard your drunken mutter. His fists clench tighter, and without a second thought, he makes his way into the bathroom. Silence. A moment alone. A minute with his thoughts. That's all he needs right now, some time to consider if your drunken rambling is just that - drunken rambling - or a confession slipping through your lips.

#stranger things #strangerwriting #eddie munson #house party #please take me home #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #eddie the banished

[doctorcrowleywho]

Safe in your Embrace Part 1. (Crowley x Age Regressed reader)

Word count -   1477

Warnings - age regression, mentions of a bad home life (having to grow up quickly), and struggles with finishing a meal

Pairing(s) - Crowley x gn! reader

Summary - You regress in front of Crowley for the first time and it goes better then either of you expected it to

You never meant for it to happen. At least not this way. In fact if you were being totally honest with yourself you’ve never actually done *it* before. The whole thing was a bit new to you, and it even kind of scared you. 

Well if it was that scary you might as well name it. You’ve been flirting with the idea of healthy age regressing for a while now. You never really got a chance at a healthy childhood. Your mother viewed you more as a mini-her more than her own child, and your father was well…unavailable. Practically from the ripe age of six, you were forced to grow up very quickly. Even throughout adulthood your mother never seemed to lessen up on you when it came to constant guilt trips. So naturally, you craved the innocence you never got to have. 

When you thought about it realistically and didn’t just daydream about it, a dozen and one what if’s flooded your head. You tried to quiet them with an intense amount of research. Which, did seem to help a little bit. But, it didn’t seem to quiet a few nagging intrusive thoughts. 

 What if people think it's weird? What if I get so used to it that I can’t control it? What if *he* thinks I’m so weird about it that he leaves.

Oh, good gods, he’s going to leave. 

I mean how could he leave he’s a demon after all. He’s his own brand of weird. 

Even so, you tried your best to hide it. Convincing yourself to bury it deep down, even though that never ever works. You’d never actually do it, especially not in front of him….right?

Well, that’s what you led yourself to believe until one night everything cracked open like a water damn ready to overflow. The pressure in your life was getting all too much. You were behind on just about a dozen and one assignments, your laundry and trash were piling up in your apartment, and don’t even get me started on the pressures put on you at work. Leave it to your mom to push you over the edge. 

“Well just be careful that you don’t lose your job!” she hissed over the phone.

“Mom I was literally sick there wasn’t anything I could have done and at least I got a doctor's note-” you began to ramble as you ran a hand through your hair. Currently, you were pacing back and forth in Crowley’s bedroom that he let you take your phone call in. Little did you know he was protectively listening to every word outside the door. 

“Okay well just be careful, don’t want you loosing another job-” she started to go on one of her classic rants and you hurriedly cut her off.

“Right I’m always careful, love you say hi to dad if you can bye!” you hung up the phone before lightly throwing it in the other corner of the room. Slowly you felt your knees give way and the rest of your body soon followed suit. 

However, a pair of familiar arms were there to catch you. Almost if on cue, being the clever demon that he is. He immediately pulled you into his chest as you cried gentle quiet tears. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe with me,” he murmured kissing the top of your head. 

Suddenly, something in you snapped in half and you began to regress. Maybe this was your chance to be absolutely safe with you. You prayed to god that he’d understand. Slowly you brought your thumb up to your lips and began to suck, which seemed to calm your nerves even more.

“Safe with Crowie.” you repeated softly which made his head pick up a little bit. He looked down at you with wide curious eyes as he tried his very best to figure out what you were going through. He took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand before fully pulling you into his lap. 

Instinctively you curled in closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your head into his chest. “That's right angel your safe with me,” he repeated reassuringly hearing you happily hum in response “, what would you like to do darling?”  he asked rubbing soothing circles into your back. 

You thought for a couple of moments looking up at him with the cutest wide eyes in the entire universe (at least in Crowley’s opinion) before you gasped excitedly “Monchie time!” you giggled rubbing your tummy. 

Crowley raised an eyebrow out of curiosity once more before repeating “Monchie time?” slowly as if it were a foreign word he was trying to carefully learn. You nodded your head excitedly rubbing your tummy even more. This was when he decided to fall back on a rule he once heard ‘Do first, ask later’ or something of the sort. All Crowley knew was you were obviously doing this to cope, and he’d be damned if he ruined it for you. So, of course, he’d go along with it. 

“Oh duckling are you hungry!” he asked cocking his head to the side which earned a very happy ‘mmhmm’ from you. At this, he scooped you up as if you weighed nothing at all and carried you all the way to the dining table. As he set you down in the chair you did a small happy dance as he leaned against the counter. “Now what should we eat tonight hm? Is there anything my little angel is craving?” he said watching you carefully. 

“Dino nuggies!” you cheered before quickly adding “with appey sauce.” nodding as if you’ve just made a wonderful point, and to you- you had. With a snap of his fingers, he made a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets, apple sauce, and broccoli appear in front of you.

You gasped in amazement at his little trick. Little you had forgotten all about the whole miracle thing, and honestly, Crowley found it absolutely adorable. “How did Crowie do dat?” you wondered aloud blinking slowly.

“Magic,” he said with a wink bopping your nose “, now eat your food and then we can watch TV in bed,” he said knowing it was a surefire way to make you finish your meal. 

“Bluey?” you asked quietly.

“Yes duckling, we can watch bluey.” he smiled a fang popping out innocently on his bottom lip.

At that, you picked up your nuggets and played dinos as they went into your mouth. Even mixing a few with your apple sauce. It was a weird combo, but part of you seemed to like it. However, you left your broccoli untouched and hoped Crowley wouldn’t notice. “All done!” you giggled hiding your plate.

“Dove,” he said sternly but not enough to scare you (no not ever to scare you) “, show me all of the plate.” 

“No.” you simply said sticking your tongue out, there was no way in hell he was going to win this fight.

“Show me the plate now or no Bluey!” he threatened gently crossing your arms. Your eyes went wide as your lip trembled, slowly you removed your hand showing him the broccoli still on your plate. 

“Duckling you gotta eat your veggies if you wanna grow big and strong,” he said sitting in the chair across from you. 

You pouted crossing your arms “Don’t wanna….ts yucky” you said sticking your tongue out which made the demon chuckle. You could really be the absolute cutest sometimes.

“I’ll tell you what if you eat your broccoli I’ll let you eat ice cream in bed.” he bargained knowing full well he’d never be a fantastic parent. He’d give into everything way too easily. 

This got your attention, and you hurriedly scooped all the broccoli you could into your mouth before consuming it all. A full duck cackle was heard from your partner's lips as he shook his head. 

“Crowie proud?” you asked presenting your empty plate with the up-most pride. Even when you were big you sometimes struggled with finishing meals, so even Crowley knew this was an accomplishment. 

“Yes duckling Crowie is very proud,” he sighed happily making you squeal and wiggle in your seat “, now come on let's get ready for Bluey yeah?” he said standing up and got ready to offer you his hand up.

This was before you did the well know ‘grabby hands’ and he fake pouted down at you. “Uppies please” you pouted right back. 

“Oh does someone want uppies?” 

“Yes pwease.” 

With his typical demonic dramatic sigh, he lifted you up and carried you bridal style into the bedroom that already had a few stuffie surprises waiting for you. You felt truly safe knowing that Crowley would never leave you. You would always be safe in his embrace, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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Author’s note - thank you for reading this if you did! This is based off of something that happened to me kind of recently, and I had an itch to write something about it. It’s also late and I have proof read it yet so....be warned about that! Anyways, once again thank you and I hope you guys are having a wonderful day!

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[moodymisty]

Hi! So I may or may not be the anon that requested the helmet kink ask not too long ago and I couldn’t get it out of my head! 🙈🤍 you’re writing is just so dang good!!

I was wondering if you had anything in the works for the best big boy, Wrecker? I feel like there just isn’t enough love out there for that big ol’ softie and he deserves to be smothered in kisses all over that hunk of a man

Welcome back hun! I'm glad you like my stuff! And I'm so happy you liked that last thing I wrote, it makes me 'uwu'

I do not actually, I just finished up the last thing I posted for Wrecker a little bit back but I wasn't that happy with it, and I've been currently working on drafting chapters for my Tech fic I want to do.

But... I love my big boy (and incredible genius like this man can rig a bomb out of TRASH like how in the galaxy-) Wrecker so I want to give him some fluff. You give me the perfect escape ramp to do so LOL

I am so sorry to all the people sitting in my inbox while I work on their stuff and I do this one in a day the stars just aligned here while I'm stuck in a hotel for a sporting event

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None really, just some overwhelming fluff and irritating Echo(poor baby)

“So...”

After he cracks the silence you glance up at Wrecker, noticing the way he only looks at you in the eyes for a second, before glancing away to the side.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, leaned back against the arm of the co-pilot’s seat while the main seat sits empty. All the while the Marauder coasts through hyperspace, stars streaking past the viewports. Wrecker’s left hand sits against your hip and he adjusts it, and by extension you, shifting your body slighting closer to him while he speaks.

“What was Kamino like before we got back? After Order 66 and all that.”

You purse your lips for a moment, trying to find a way to describe it.

“Like normal, at first. Just more hectic.” Wrecker’s brow furrows as he looks down at you. You remember not entirely knowing what had happened, only that the war had ended; Until little pieces had begun to fall into place.

“Granted, I didn’t spend that much time there before I hitched a ride with you guys.” You feel his other hand on the small of your back, his fingers twitching.

“Why you ask?” Wrecker’s head perks, looking down at you before away with a bit of an abashed expression. It’s, incredibly obvious he’s trying to lie.

“What? I was just curious…”

All you have to do is stare at him for a moment with a slightly suspicious expression before he cracks in half.

“Ok! Ok ok geez…” He swallows harshly and clenches his teeth for a moment, trying to find the words. And when he does, they come out quieter than you had expected.

“Do ya, regret coming with us?”

You look up at him, having a decent idea what brought this on. So he’s still thinking about earlier.

A little while ago Tech had been surfing open Imperial channels for any unencrypted chatter, and had came across all of the Batch’s bounty postings; Though much to their surprise, you were included with them. They had you marked as a co-conspirator, and with that had effectively ruined any chance of you trying to live a normal life.

Needless to say, you’d taken it far better than the Batch had.

You’d been avoiding talking about it at all around Wrecker, knowing how he was probably taking it. But it seemed he’d been still thinking and stewing about it since Tech had first shown them all.

“No, I don’t.”

You attempt to lean up and give him a kiss, but given the height difference with you sitting on his lap, it’s a struggle. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and tug downwards.

“Come down here. I can’t reach you up there.”

He gives a wide and excited smile knowing what you’re trying to do, and eagerly dives in for a kiss. You can feel him almost groan happily as your soft lips press against his own, and your hand stays on the back of his neck. Wrecker doesn’t think there will ever be a day where he’ll get over how small and cute you are compared to him. Once you pull back, you smile at him.

“I wasn’t going to work for the Empire. So I was going to end up on a bounty board either way, honestly. I’m incapable of keeping my mouth shut.” Needless to say that makes Wrecker laugh, feeling the way your hands grab at the seams of his armor to keep him close. As if he was going to pull away anyways.

“Besides; I can’t think of a better place than being here with you.” He smiles again, you can feel it against your lips as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Even if it is in this smelly ship.”

Wrecker can’t exactly deny that, even if he’s long since lost the ability to smell it.

“Well, you’re stuck with us now!” The hand on your thigh moves to cradle your cheek, effectively smushing your face against his own as he kisses your cheek. It makes you laugh, even as you attempt to shush him. As much as you’re glad you managed to cheer him up, or at least divert his attention away from thinking about your bounty, his voice tends to echo in the around the compact ship.

“Hey! People are trying to sleep big guy, we can’t yell!”

It’s absolutely not the first time you’ve told him to be quiet, but Wrecker seems largely incapable of doing so. Even his whispering is loud; Much like his personality.

Though it’s not like you mind; It’s just the four others sleeping, or at least attempting to, in the back of the Marauder might not have the same opinion.

Speaking of...

It seems like it’s time for a shift change; As Echo comes into the cockpit looking at something in his hand, before going down the one step and noticing the two of you snuggling in the co-pilot’s seat. His shoulders drop and he sighs, letting out a crestfallen:

“Really?”

Echo always looks tired, but now he looks extremely so. Or disappointed, more like.

“What?” Wrecker stares him down. “Got a problem?” Echo thrusts out his good hand, the datapad in it pointing at the two of you.

“Yes! That’s my seat!”

“Well, we sure weren’t going to take Tech’s.”

You’re attempting not to smile at him, before awkwardly shuffling outward to try and get off of Wrecker’s lap and onto the ground. It takes a moment, before your boots finally touch the floor. Wrecker vacates the seat as well and Echo takes his claim back, flopping down datapad still in his hand.

But there really isn’t any other places in the cramped living space of the Marauder to go, so you just end up back at Wrecker’s bunk, both sitting on it limbs tangled together. Wrecker leans against the wall one leg dangling off the edge of the bunk, and you lay back against his chest. It’s moments before he’s complaining again.

“At least Kamino wasn’t this boring.”

You can feel the way he groans, head thumping against the wall before he suddenly speaks up.

“Want to play Sabacc?”

You jolt forward, about to speak; Though Tech interjects before you have the chance. He’s sitting in his bunk like he had planned to sleep, and either gave up, or an idea struck. Either way his head perks up from the project in his lap, looking over at the two of you.

“Oh, are you going to play? I would like to t-” You quickly cut him off, before anyone else gets any ideas.

“No! We are not playing Sabacc. Not after the last time.” Tech goes back to working on his current project.

“We will be back on Ord Mantell in two standard rotations. We will not have to keep ourselves occupied in hyperspace for much longer.” You can feel Wrecker’s hand against the side of your leg; Wanting to rest on your thigh but resisting the urge to. You would’ve slapped it away if he had, as you’d made him promise to keep affection to a bare minimum while on the Marauder.

“Because he’s so bored…” Wrecker sounds like he’s rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, because he has a project. When Tech actually gets bored he starts digging into the walls.” You can see Tech’s eyes glance over at you for a moment, but he can’t exactly refute your claim. Specially since you’ve seen him literally digging for wires in the walls of the old Kamino barracks before.

After a moment passes however, your hand drifts down to subtly touch his own that’s laying beside your thigh. It lingers, hidden, wrapping your fingers around his own with a soft but noticeable touch. Wrecker’s looking down at you curiously when you glance back.

“How about once we land, we get something to eat?”

Wrecker is all for that, and instantly starts thinking about food that isn’t in a pre-made ration packet. Once you turn around and give him ‘a look’ however, he realizes you might not be entirely talking about food. Then Wrecker becomes much more quiet, looking down at you with a nervous but eager smile.

You’ve been stuck in this ship for a bit, and it’s been awhile since the two of you have actually been alone. As in actually alone, without risk of someone storming in. Your hand dares to trail up to his wrist for a bit,

“Y-Yeah, sounds good to me.”

#the MCU (misty cinematic universe) continues to expand it's lore with another mention of the forbidden sabacc game #mywriting #wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader

[asgardianangel]

Sugar life - part three

Warnings: 18+ smut, this is super long, sugar daddy Lalo be dark, daddy kink, spanking, bratty behaviour, manipulation, spying, bad language, poor grandparents

Days passed since the trip to Chihuahua now being back in your home city of Alburquerque you thought you would have tasted a bit of freedom.  

But Lalo had other plans 

Trapping you in his pearly white penthouse he recently brought you didn’t know what to do he cut contact between you and your grandparents (the only family you have) that night upon discovering who he truly was. Aching from not only Lalo being an insatiable lover but mentally as you thought of the worry of your grandparents. They must be worried sick. 

You told them before Chihuahua that you were on a trip with a ‘friend’ for the weekend and now Lalo took your only source of contact with them. You were desperate to get back in touch with them. Looking around the penthouse upon first arriving searching for any laptop, phone any electronic. Your relief on finding a tablet was cut short as it was password protected you tried everything that came to mind.  

Names, birthdays, places even insults you would hear Lalo spew down the phone.  

Then the dreaded words came upon the screen  

‘Device locked from too many incorrect password attempts for two hours’ 

“Fuck!” You curse letting go of the tablet trying hard to not slam it against the kitchen counter in anger running your hands through your hair with a sigh.  

- 

Currently you spend time reading and staring into the colourful fish aquarium in the living room. Lalo was nowhere to be seen most of the time Ignacio would visit and check and you were shocked when he did because he revealed through a note, he placed in your pocket that Lalo had installed cameras in the penthouse and advised you to not ask him about the ‘plan’.  

It put you on edge knowing Lalo had eyes on you at all times he probably was laughing his ass off at you trying to unlock his tablet.  

One you doing the usual of watching TV with a blanket wrapped around you wondering why the hell did your life go this wrong and on top of that feeling lonely. 

‘Fuck it’ you thought getting up making your way to the kitchen opening the fridge you found an unopened bottle of champagne you laugh grabbing it and going back to the living room. 

Pop! 

The cork flew across the room and you looked around with a smirk before downing the bottle taking your time some of it spilling it on the rug. 

The alcohol burned your throat. You were never good at drinking so downing it whole made you almost gag.  

“Hey Lalo!” you called out curious to where he could of hid the cameras. “Fuck you” You shout before accidentally dropping the bottle to the floor “Shit” you curse feeling the effects of the champagne already. 

After half an hour of drunkenly listening the music from the shiny new stereo  

 ‘He wants a show I’ll will give him a show’ you thought with a laugh. 

 Starting to have a little dance party by yourself twirling around avoiding glass lost in your own world for once  

 “You think you can leave me all the time and come when- you wanna fuck” Stating with a slur. The beat of the music made you feel fuzzy as you turned it up louder humming along “Asshole” You call out walking up to the pillows neatly placed on the sofa ripping them open above you and embracing the feathers as the fell around you. 

Feeling dazed up as the music chased you. Dancing some more in the hallway. 

Then silence the music was off 

You turned towards the living room to put it back on but you jumped upon seeing Lalo standing there  

“Look who decides to stop by” Sarcasm laces your tone Lalo’s expression was serious his deep brown glare into your soul.  

“You like- my show?” You ask grabbing hem of your oversized shirt smiling at him.  

Lalo steps towards you not saying a word as you back up against the wall the size of him always intimidated you.  

“La- Lalo?” You asked shyly regretting getting drunk and trashing the living room. Looking up at him nervously you smile again. His hand reaches out to stroke your hair that was mess. 

“I saw every second of it querida(darling) from where you smashed a bottle of champagne, I was saving for the two of us on my expensive rug to ripping up pillows on the sofa I was planning to fuck you on tonight” Lalo explained his voice smooth it made you unknowingly rub your thighs together “But at least you had fun, right?” He asked you bit your lip gazing up at him. 

“I dropped the bottle by accident actually”  

Lalo grabs hold of your upper arm and “What are doing?” you ask but he doesn’t respond just pulls you into the living room and sits down on the feather covered sofa "get on my lap” he orders tone firm 

Was he seriously going spank your ass? 

You hesitate shaking your head looking down to the floor “Now!” His voice booms making you jump as he ran his hand through the stripe of his hair. You slowly lie over his lap looking at the mess you made Lalo pulls up your shirt between your legs were bare (just how he likes it) his large hand caressing your backside readying you for the spanking. 

“You’ve been so naughty baby” Lalo tusks you listen to him scold you then 

Smack! 

His hand came down to your behind so unexpected as you still felt dazed and sick from drinking  

“Count them princesa” He ordered rubbing you  

“One daddy” You hissed and moaned  

He continued for what seemed like hours his hand switching between cheeks causing vibrations that travelled straight to your cunt. You shift on his lap but he held you in place making you feel his hardness in his dress pants. He was so aroused. 

“Nina traviesa (naughty slut)” he whispered in your ear as he gave you the last smack “thirty daddy” tears pricked your eyes you felt so embarrassed. Lalo allowed you get up only to fall next to him on the sofa. Your skin burned hotly “hermosa (beautiful)” he hummed gazing at your fragile form 

Lalo got up and unbuttoned his top button with a sigh “come to bed querida. I’ll get someone clean this shit up in the morning” you followed him to bed wondering if Ignacio's plan is going to work or are you going be stuck with Lalo 

Forever. 

As he rubbed soothing lotion on your sore behind. It was embarrassing but you were thankfully. 

After a moment of worrying you knew you were just going have to bite the bullet and wait. Hoping Lalo wasn’t going to do anything drastic knowing it was in his nature to do so. 

- 

Waking up with a pounding headache you groan “such a fucking idiot” you mumbled to yourself as your senses picked the smell of food and it made your mouth water you walked in the kitchen to see Lalo frying an omelette. Humming along to the radio  

“Buenos dias (good morning) baby” he greeted with a grin “hungry?” he asked to which you nod trying to get over the hammering in your head. 

“Aw poor baby is hungover” Lalo mused with a chuckle he got out some painkillers shaking them in front of you like a dog owner with a treat as you sat at the marble island wincing as your backside was still hurting from the night before. 

As you ate breakfast and barely listened to what Lalo was going on about Ignacio walked in 

‘Thank god’ you praised in your mind 

“Nachito right on time” Lalo smiled you could see Ignacio roll his eyes at the nickname. “The living room is clean they did a pretty good job” Nacho looks over at you in a serious stare and you remembered what he advised.  You mouth a ‘sorry’ to him  

‘Behave okay no meltdowns make him believe he has complete control over you, okay?’ 

“Hm, she has already learned her lesson. Haven’t you?” Lalo asks playing with a strand of your hair  

“Nacho here is going to take you out somewhere for the evening” Lalo tells you with a kiss to your head 

Your eyes lighten up and you break silence “really? Where?” you ask to which Lalo chuckles  

“It’s a surprise you will see”  

- 

You inhale the fresh air as you stepped out the penthouse complex having no clue with Ignacio was going to be taking you. Lalo disappeared moments earlier with a ‘got some business to attend to querida’ Your best guess was dinner somewhere Lalo trusted Ignacio enough to take you to restaurants whenever he was busy on some occasions 

Getting in the car you turn to Ignacio in the passenger seat “Where are we going?” you urged 

He sighs “He wants me to take you to your grandparents” you wanted to cry even though it wasn’t that long since you last saw them but being trapped in that penthouse felt like an eternity. How did he even know where they live? The undeniable question made a shiver go down your spin. But on the other hand, you were happy for once 

“Finally,” you gasped 

- 

Knocking on the door frantically for your grandparents to hear Ignacio said he was going pick you up in a few hours. You hoped he wouldn’t. The door creaked open to reveal your grandma who instantly wrapped her arms around you. “I missed you” you mummer as she tucks a hair behind your ear. 

“You come right on time dinner is almost ready” she states as you hung your coat on the rack. You felt a wave of confusion “How did you know I was coming?” you asked 

“Oh yes it was a surprise” she mused before you could speak again you heard your grandpa’s deep chuckle from the dining room to which you followed.  

Like the phantom he was there sat Lalo at the bottom end of the table conversing with your grandpa sipping a glass of wine. You had no clue why he was here or what he wanted from your poor grandparents. Shifting in his seat he noticed your presence and let out a chuckle placing down the glass. 

“Ah there she is your grandpa and I were just talking about you” he tells looking back at your grandpa with a grin. “I thought you had business to attend to” your tone drops. 

“I wanted to surprise you querida your grandparents are the loveliest of people” Lalo smiles. God, you felt like slapping it off him.  

“Have you seen the flowers he brought us?” Your grandma asks pointing at the big beautiful (and expensive) bouquet resting in a fancy vase on the window ledge.  

Turning the offer of a glass of wine down you settled on a glass of water. You sat down opposite him at the table “oh I'm in your place” your grandpa moves to the other chair and at this point your grandma comes back with a glass dish you assume she made some lasagne (one of your favourite dishes). 

“Smells delicioso” Lalo compliments and your grandma smiles “It’s one of Y/n’s favourites” she tells him.  “Why aren’t you sitting next to your boyfriend?” she asks you. You get up and sit-down next Lalo who was quick to place his hand up top of yours 

Boyfriend? Is that what he told them? You thought  

“Don’t worry I told them everything” Lalo strokes your hand displaying his affectionate yet false behaviour to your grandparents. What did he tell them? That he’s a drug lord? Cold blooded murderer? 

“Everything?” you ask looking at him 

“You know it’s completely fine to be with a man much older than you, think of your auntie Sue’s relationship. She’s happy with that Dave guy” Your grandma mentions making you laugh nervously. 

You felt as though you were living in a nightmare. 

“I wanted to talk to your grandparents about your distance from them recently so we organised this dinner to relieve that pretty head of yours about them knowing about our loving relationship” Lalo explains moving his hand from yours. 

“And there’s no shame about who you fall in love with darling we will support you like we have done since you were a baby” your grandad speaks up accepting the plate of lasagne from your grandma. “Especially with a man so charming” your grandma says giving you a plate. You wanted to slam your head against the table in frustration hearing Lalo chuckle at her words. 

 He was so enjoying it. 

“Yeah, I know Lalo is certainly- something" you say feeling his hand now on your thigh giving it a squeeze. 

You wanted this dreadful dinner party over already as you listen to Lalo openly lie about his life talking out his successful chain of restaurants ‘definitely not laundering money from them’ you thought sarcastically. Lalo was also gaining sympathy of your naïve grandparents talking about his uncle Hector who was wheelchair bond from an unsuspecting stroke. Words like ‘brave’ and ‘heart-breaking’ were passed around to him making his act more award winning. 

 ‘Should have become an actor instead of a murderous drug lord’  

Dinner soon ended and you stayed over for a while longer talking to your grandparents. You spotted your grandma doing the dishes by herself and decided to help her out.  

“Granny I would love to spend more time with you and grandpa” You begin putting away a dish “And I was wondering if I could stay over for a night or two since Lalo is working away” You explain hoping she would agree. 

“Well of course you could stay tonight if you like” she suggests ringing out the sponge  

You gave her a hug after drying your hands “are you sure everything is, okay?” she asks 

As much as you wanted to tell her about Lalo you couldn't risk it not now while he was here. He could easily manipulate them or worse. 

“I’m happy” you reply  

Lalo walked in the kitchen and placed a kiss to your lips “she’s staying over tonight" your grandma mentions. Lalo raises his brow and smiles “really you didn’t say anything to me” he muses. 

“Well, it's better than staying in that penthouse and this house is my home” you say with enough sarcasm for him to pick up on  

“Okay then I will stay to” he replies you laugh giving him a glare “I don’t think there’s any room honey and also you are busy remember?” to which Lalo mimics your glare. 

Then he chuckles “we can make it work bebita and I make my own hours”  

“Aw how sweet of you Lalo” Your grandma was in awe as she read the situation poorly. You didn’t want him to stay you wanted him to leave and never come back but it seems now your innocent grandparents were too fond of him already. 

- 

Lalo followed you up to your old room after wishing your grandparents a good night. You opened the door to reveal your childhood memories to him and you sighed. He looked around in the convenient sized bedroom at all sorts band/movie posters that covered the walls. 

“Aw look at that” he chuckles picking up the familiar teddy bear from your single bed you rolled your eyes as he made it wave its paw at you in a childlike manner.  

“oso lindo (cute bear)” he mummers places it back looking for anything else to annoy you with. 

“I told you we had no room” you say to which he shakes his head sitting down on the bed “looks like enough room to me princesa you always sleep on top of me anyway” he unbuttons his top button. 

“What are you doing Lalo seriously?” you ask crossing your arms  

“I wanted to meet my precious girlfriend's folks” he casually says taking off his shirt revealing his impressive chest. 

“Girlfriend?” you laugh “last time I checked I was just your sugar baby who you are trapping” you state  

“Mm well you are more than that mi amore and I'm not trapping you. You are free to leave whenever you want but for my advice I wouldn’t” Lalo says sitting against the head board  

“Why not?” you ask 

“Because Gustavo the chicken man has you on his mighty hit list. You were right about something being off about him but not so much me, were you?” he raises a brow in a smirk. 

“Why would he go after me?” your tone filled with worry. 

Lalo rolls his eyes playfully “C’mon baby I thought you were smarter than that. You are near and dear to me that’s why”  

What the fuck is happening right now? You sigh running a hand through your hair 

“No te preocupes bebe (don’t worry baby). You are safe with me” Lalo attempts to reassure you getting up and hugging you to which you push him away. 

“No. After tonight I’m fucking leaving you, I can’t do this not only am I with one psycho there's another who's after me” You stress lowing your voice not wanting to your grandparents to hear. 

“Okay fine” Lalo replies stepping back his answer was weird to you. Is he really going to let you leave him? Should you tell Ignacio to cancel the plan? 

“Are you joking?”  

“Nope” he replies popping the ‘p’  

“Is that what you really want fine. Leave me I won’t bother you again” Lalo calmly states. His tone made him sound believable. What was even the point trapping you in the penthouse with a guarded entrance and cameras. Taking your phone away if he was willing to let you go?  

This man is crazy. 

“Great thank you” you sighed 

“Do one last thing for me querida” he says holding your cheek. 

“What do you want?” you ask gazing up at him 

“Make love with me one last time” 

There was a moment of thought but you agreed one last night of amazing sex couldn’t hurt. You might not find another lover like him again. 

In an instance your lips lock with his and his warm wet tongue delves in like a cat finding cream. Moaning as his big hands roam down your body Lalo guides you to the small bed and you fall on top of it with a gasp. He bites his lip looking at you undoing his belt buckle you wait patiently as he pulls down his pants and boxers. 

His thick inviting cock springs up for attention your mouth was almost watering at the incredible sight. Lalo holds your waist and lifts up your dress revealing the white lace of your panties he brings you to another kiss rolling them down to which you kick off. His rough yet gentle hand works its magic and rubs on your sensitive heat you moan into his mouth. 

Giving extra attention to your bud rolling it around playing with it “Lalo” You moan his name only for him to press his plump lips to your ear “we got to keep quiet and that’s not my name, is it? Bebita" 

“Daddy please” you beg as his fingers explored your wetness you kiss him more shifting up a bit to stroke his hardness encouraging him to fuck you. He places his hand on top of yours helping your small hand stroke his thick girth. 

“Are you going miss it? Tell me baby” he asks in a deep rumble of his voice. Oh, fuck you were definitely going to miss it. “Yes, oh my god- I'm going to miss it” His long talented fingers slide in and out of you and sudden you let out a loud moan to which Lalo was quick to place his palm over your mouth. “Oh, bebe don’t make me gag you now” he warns with a groan. 

“Lie down properly” he commands petting the pillow. You press your back against the floral sheets as Lalo’s huge figure gets on top of you. His flesh consuming yours as his strong hands move to the straps of your black dress pulling them down you gaze into his deep brown eyes while he slides it down your waist revealing your luscious breasts. He kissed you again his smooth heavenly lips travelled to your collarbone making sloppy imprints to your skin you moan as he suckled in a certain spot making you. 

Your dress was now on the floor with the rest of your clothes your hand grasped his hair as he sucked on your delicate nipples as he gave them equal treatment arching your back in pleasure. 

Moaning ‘daddy’ again he smirks against your skin as he rubs the head of his cock between your awaiting cunt slipping it over your bud a gasp pulls from your throat. He chuckles at your reaction grabbing another pillow behind you and placing it behind the wooden headboard. He brings his lips to your ear against your ear “As much as I would love to hear the loud noise of me pounding into that sweetness of yours mi amore, we need to be quiet” You gasp as he slips the tip inside you teasingly. 

“You don’t want to give your poor abuela a heart attack, do you?" Lalo asks in a dark chuckle. Pushing his entire length in you without warning. Your body still not used to forming around him always taking your breath away. Lalo groans biting the shell of your ear whispering dirty things in his mother tongue. He rears back and pushing back inside you getting into a perfect rhythm. You had to tone down all sorts of sounds coming out tour mouth only to be silence by his tongue. Your legs wrap around his waist as he dives deeper into you shaking your very core his tip kissing you from deep inside. 

While you arched your back in both pleasure and pain of his deepness Lalo’s fingers worked again strumming your bud making you whine in his mouth. You squeezed him hard the tell-tale sign you were almost hitting your peak. 

All the sudden he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you on your tummy confusion hit you in the state of pleasure. “What are you doing daddy?” you whispered in a whine Lalo groaned pressing lips to your ear “you will never leave me Y/n” he states your eyes widen as he was still pounding into you. “Wha-?” you moan at his words  

He stops his movements covering your mouth again as he listens to the door down the hall open you heard your grandma sigh and a minutes later the toilet flush and the bedroom door close. Lalo presses his chin to your shoulder in relief and then carried on slamming his hips into you with a grunt holding the headboard for support and to stop it moving. Feeling his cock twitch inside of you he was ready to burst. 

You whine his name and squeeze him harder 

“Cum for me baby” 

Like an explosion you went off and the knot in your stomach loosened in a loud clap of Lalo’s hips. That was enough for him to explode too his load shooting deep inside you with a deep groan. Lalo was sweaty his hair dishevelled and your heart pounded as he rolled over allowing you to rest your head on his burly chest. 

After panting you finally catch your breath gazing at his smirk Lalo closed his eyes and exhaled stroking your hair. 

“Will you ever let me go?” you ask pressing your head against him  

“Never”  

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The achiness of your body took on your balance as you got out of bed. Lalo was nowhere to be seen. You gathered your clothes and got back dressed stepping downstairs. You let out a yawn seeing your grandpa reading the newspaper in his chair. 

“Morning grandpa” you greet he looks above his newspaper “Morning sweetheart, your gran wants a word” he tells you. 

“Important word?” you ask to which he nods  

‘This can’t be good’ you thought. 

You find her in the garden hanging clothes to dry and you call her name. Not even a ‘good morning’ leaves her mouth 

“Is it true Y/n?” She asks you stood in the spot thinking about what she could be asking you about. What truth Lalo being a criminal drug lord? Killer? You were playing the guessing game from yesterday evening again. 

“Is what true?” you ask she takes another item of clothing from the basket looking at you. 

“Well, are you pregnant?” 

fin

Ah sorry it took so long got accidentally deleted but made it extra long for you all :)

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#lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #sugar life #super long post #better call saul fanfic

[iviarellereads]

System Collapse, Chapter 3

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which, well, I guess we're doing this.

A mild confrontation ensues. Karime continues with the original meeting purpose, trying to convince them to agree to let the University help them. Almost everyone's helping with that in the feed where they can. Murderbot tunes most of the discussion out, except for a channel with Three,(1) as its current complement of humans volunteer to go looking for the alternate colony site.

Mensah thinks it's not a bad idea, but Martyn points out the danger in cold contact. Kaede agrees, but the other colonists aren't refusing to answer, it's likely they don't know the main-colony situation.

While MB watches, Art is sorting through the potential location techniques, and what to send into the interference area around the terraforming engines. MB agrees to go, as if there were any other option, and it knows Ratthi must be worried, but notes that he's doing well at not showing it as he agrees to go as well. Seth and Martyn worry for Iris in particular, as their child, but give their blessing to the jaunt.

MB recalls its three drones as they head back to the shuttle. It takes an aside to note how annoyed it is that it lost all but five drones,(2) so it left one with Karime and Three, one on Art so it doesn't lose ALL its drones, and has only three left to work with, which is why the B-E crew were able to sneak up on them.

Mensah tapped my private feed and said, If you’re not all right with this, you don’t have to go. Tarik has a security specialty, or we could send Three if you think it’s ready. Tarik is a human, and a first contact with isolated colonists is not the way I want to find out that Three is not ready to interact unsupervised with humans I give a shit about. I replied, I’m fine.

Art, not understanding privacy, says it's downloading itself to an ops drone in the shuttle. Mensah thanks it, and MB thinks it's not so bad, really, because then they can watch media together if it's boring.(3)

MB notices that it has four unread messages, from Pin-Lee, Arada, Overse, and Amena. It's having a hard time pretending it's okay right now, and can't bear to look at the messages itself, so it forwards them to Mensah and asks if she can tell them all that it's fine. Mensah agrees, and she'll even add that MB needs some space right now so they don't keep at it. She wishes it luck on the trip.

A minute out, MB stops the episode it and Art were watching, a "semi-historical" about humans leaving their home system for the first time.(4) MB has been a little anxious about the trip in such a fragile shuttle over such rocky terrain. It notes that Tarik's been in the pilot's seat, even though Art has a bot pilot active, and complains that it doesn't have a shuttle flight education module so it feels helpless against potential mechanical failure.(5)

Iris and Ratthi are talking about the vegetation outside, signs that the terraforming is working, and heartbreaking in the context of the planet potentially needing to be abandoned for alien contamination. MB notes that Adamantine had used a process that wouldn't leave the planet completely trashed if the terraforming stopped, unlike Milu. GoodNightLander Independent has been trying to untrash that, though it hasn't seen any news about it since leaving on the initial survey with Arada's team.

MB wonders if the kidnapping by not-quite-Art made the news feeds since then, complains about having one more thing to worry about, redacts some further passage leading off from this.(6) It picks back up at reiterating the timeline, explaining Mensah's ship left just hours after the kidnapping, so wouldn't have any updated news. Even the B-E ship might not, depending on where they originated from and whether the news of the kidnapping was being kept secret under Preservation Station Security regulations about active investigations.

MB takes a moment to acknowledge that Preservation StatSec isn't as bad at their job as what it thought at first. Their job is just limited so they're best at a limited skillset, and they're all vulnerable to the same lack of secret-keeping as most Preservation residents.

Regardless of all that, it doesn't have any hard data on the status of the newsfeeds until the University sends their ship, and maybe not even then. It just has to account for that in its long-term threat assessment and allow its anxiety levels to increase by the… it uses a term, commensurate, then asks Art to define it.(7) Art does so, "a synonym of proportionate." Then it asks if that was relevant to the mission. MB ignores this, knowing it's not really a question.

MB discusses the differences between Art, as a fully mechanical intelligence orders of magnitude greater than MB, and itself, reliant on its human neural tissue backups if it does something silly like the events of the climax of Exit Strategy. MB wouldn't last more than a few seconds attacking Art's architecture, which is why they had to code Murderbot 2.0 as a viral attack. And, if 2 were here, MB probably wouldn't… it redacts another portion.

Still, Art's partitions are separated by their functions. The drone piece isn't actively protecting Art's humans, so it's less likely to murder first and ask questions later if at all.(8) The main Art hands over the piloting controls to Tarik, and tells MB to take care of the humans and itself, just before MB's sense of the feed and the comms fades out slowly to the terraforming engines' disruption field. Threat assessment spikes, but draws back a little. It's expected, but losing contact is never without consequences.(9)

Fortunately, the shuttle's local feed is fine, and Art's drone partition is present, but much smaller without a tether to its main consciousness. It tells team the process is "unnecessarily dramatic." Iris says it's the one that creates the processes. Ratthi asks if it's weird that Art can partition itself and communicate like this. Tarik says the whole job's weird. Art-drone says Art's tolerance for its humans' shenanigans is also weird, and tells Iris to put on her seatbelt, since Art-drone is still part Art, even in the third-person.

As they get close to the terraforming engines, MB can pick up Art's pathfinder drones as pings, but all scans are still broken. Art-drone commands the pathfinders to fall in and follow, since they can't map anyway. They come up on the engines, but on visual scans, still can't find any indication of an air bubble for a colony.

The humans discuss whether the cave system theory might have been right. Iris hopes the splinter group is alright, because it might help the colonists come together toward evacuation if they can understand what sundered them. Tarik says Iris can't do therapy on an entire colony. Ratthi starts wondering about a pre-CR site… but then waves off the idea, literally, and says it's more likely they're living in something Adamantine-era from the original terraforming crew.

Tarik asks Art-drone if the pathfinders were miraculously able to get any scans, but it dismisses miracles as unlikely, and displays all the information they have, which isn't much. They can assume one of a few things are true: either the colonists meant for the engines to cover their power output to hide, they put the site where they wanted it and didn't consider the engine effect, they're all dead and there's no signal to detect, or they're deliberately ignoring the team to stay concealed.

Ratthi frowned at the big patchy blanks in the incoming survey data. “We have no idea how much they know about what happened in the main colony area, either. They could be ignoring us because they’re too afraid to answer.” ART-drone said, That would demonstrate a more developed sense of survival than we have previously encountered here.(10)

Iris records a brief explanation of who's here and their purpose, to broadcast and hopefully encourage contact. MB and Art-drone start running algorithms on the visual data they have, trying to find indications of settlement. Tarik asks if MB wants to weigh in. Ratthi glances at it, and obviously sees something about its mannerisms tells him something, because he says it's busy with something.

Three seconds later, it finds a potential landing site northwest of the engines. When it shares it, all the humans acknowledge the find, and MB gets as uncomfortable with the attention as it does at being ignored.(11) It doesn't acknowledge any of them, and Ratthi asks how it's doing. MB tells him it's fine.

Tarik and Iris discuss the lack of roads from the landing site, and what it might mean with regard to weather patterns. Tarik's face does some weird stuff, and MB watches him closely, fascinated to see a human with as much trouble hiding his emotions on his face as MB feels it has. Tarik asks why there's a drone in his face, and Ratthi suggests he ignore it, without explaining.(12)

Iris wants to get on the ground and start looking nearby, but Art-drone says the flat area may be an underground building's roof.(13) Tarik says they can land somewhere nearby that looks stable. MB sends an autoplay video to Ratthi,(14) who's so startled he exclaims a "What?" aloud before he grasps what it wants him to say. He tells Iris and Tarik, briefly, about the ground-burrowing creatures that came up under the hoppers in All Systems Red. Iris acknowledges it, in a way MB interprets as wanting Ratthi and Tarik both to shut up while she thinks. She suggests a ground sensor might work, close enough to the surface.

MB, seeing Ratthi and Tarik both opening their mouths to volunteer, cuts them off to say it'll go. Before they can protest, it's unclipped its seatbelt and crossed the compartment, picking up the ground sensor from Iris as it goes. Tarik is alarmed, they're still twenty meters up, and Art-drone threatens MB in the private feed between them. MB sends them all some footage from a documentary it watched with Pin-Lee, about a failed survey, where an underground creature took out an aircraft from forty meters up.

Tarik yells and cusses, but Ratthi says he understands MB's concern, but it's not jumping out at this height. Iris yells over everyone to say there's a soft-drop pack in the emergency locker. MB grabs one and says it knew that, even though it did not, and swears it would have been fine anyway.

MB suits up with an air mask and all, and Ratthi tells it to be careful. MB reminds him privately that it has guns in its arms. In its own thoughts, it thinks that's the whole point of its existence.(15) It also has the projectile weapon, it may not be any use against an ag-bot, but if there are massive alien contaminated bots here... let's not think about that too hard.

While Ratthi tries to explain to a curious Iris why MB is so worried about humans getting eaten, MB leans out the hatch for a look, then drops. In initial observation, the only thing it really notices is that some mounds close to the engines look human-made rather than natural. Still, those are so close to the engines, it's unlikely anyone's stupid enough to live under them.(16)

Then again, Corian told Karime that the splinter group had some members of the original terraforming crew. They would be in a position to know if they found a pre-CR installation. Adamantine tended toward permanent structures that were easy to repurpose as the colony grew, at the landing site, so it's unlikely they built anything up here or it would be visible and further away from the engines. Well, unless they had advance warning of the hostile takeover and secret directives to find a new secret site near the engines for safekeeping.

Art-drone tells MB it's had a 0.05% performance reliability spike, and MB tells the reader that Art's monitoring it because of a redacted story it doesn't want to talk about. Still, it tells Art-drone that it's had an idea, and sends it the loose details it's saved for later analysis. Art-drone humours MB but doesn't seem convinced.

The ground sensor does, in fact, work on the ground, and it shows a solid planet beneath MB's feet, but that the landing pad is the same material as Adamantine used at the other colony sites. Art-drone says there was only a 22% chance they built this close to the engines, but MB says they might have been stupid enough to do it anyway, even if they couldn't get safety bonded for it. It's not even sure how common safety bonds would have been forty years ago, though it thinks Art could probably dredge up some data with the right query to its database.

Tarik asks when they'll get a report, and MB watches through Drone 3 as Ratthi's face does "a thing" and he says when MB has something worth reporting. Iris teases Tarik about micromanaging, and Art-drone asks if Tarik is critiquing its management. MB notes to the reader that Tarik's only been with Art's team for about a year, so everyone fucks with him constantly as The New Guy.(17) It also thinks how everybody razzing Tarik means they haven't noticed that MB is just standing there uselessly… well, except Art-drone, and probably Ratthi because he's not angry at Tarik for the prodding, and Iris is pretty observant…

Get it together, Murderbot.

MB sends the ground sensor's report back to the team, and tries to decide what to do next. There's no sign of a road. The splinter colony wasn't hiding when they left, the other colonists knew approximately where they were going. They must have built a road, and some sign of it must be here somewhere.

MB starts moving the ground sensor around. Ratthi asks if they can come help, probably assuming MB still doesn't know what it's doing, but now it actually does, and declines assistance. Finally, under the surface at one edge of the pad, it finds metallic remains. A powered rail is still there, so floating equipment could be attached and moved along it.

Up in the shuttle, the humans were excited, thinking we could follow it all the way to the hidden habitat. Then with the ground sensor, I followed it for ten meters before it hit the rim of a buried hatchway.(18)

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(1) Emotional support connection, but is it for Three's benefit, Murderbot's need for control, or both? (2) During the events of Network Effect, though I can't be sure about the count on the drones at the end without going back and double checking and I'm more concerned with making forward progress on this one. (3) What gives you the impression that anything about this mission is going to be boring? (4) I have zero evidence for this except vibes, but I feel like this could be a reference to The Expanse, especially given the "throwing asteroids at planets" bit. (5) I wonder why, then, it was so comfortable back in All Systems Red, book 1, with being copilot with Mensah. It didn't comment that it was useless for it to be in the seat of the big hopper then. It's entirely possible that this shuttle requires a different education than the hoppers rented by the company it used to belong to, but it's a nitpick my brain can't help but notice. (6) The redactions are driving me insane. Good job, Martha Wells. (7) My heart, MY HEART! When was the last time MB actually, politely, asked anyone to help it, even in such a small way? I'm not fully in tears or anything, but I am making a goober face at my laptop screen. (8) I know we've kind of seen what happens when Art's humans are threatened, but I wonder if this is a look forward (setup/foreshadowing) or a look backward at what we've seen it do before, or both I suppose. (For once in this journey, I legitimately do not know, and I'm not averse to spoilers but I'm not looking this one up, either.) (9) See, that's DEFINITELY setting up for consequences. As if we needed to know something bad is going to happen. This is a Murderbot book with 80% remaining. (10) Burn cream on aisle 7, please? (11) Such a mood. Though, Ratthi's party sparkler emoji is hilarious to me, as someone who uses the tada emoji to indicate celebration for my friends. (12) I lost the post, but I saw someone put it as something like, Ratthi is so accustomed to the panopticon of Murderbot's surveillance state, he doesn't even notice it anymore. (13) I am obviously not an expert in any of the related fields to this, but I'm curious why just that one area would be cleared like that if it's the roof of this underground habitat. Like, I get that it makes it potentially unstable, if the rock shelf is thinner there. But, if this one is visible, shouldn't you see others? (14) Weaponized autoplay, I love it. (15) Well… that's the whole reason the people who came up with SecUnits created you. It's not your whole purpose for existing anymore. I hope you know that, fictional character I can't actually talk to but in whose emotional wellbeing I am deeply invested. (16) That feels like more setup. (17) Aww, no, don't give me more reasons to like, feel for the guy. (As if I need any more reason to trust a character than "Art accepts him and Murderbot doesn't want to throw him out the airlock".) (18) Nearly ther-- wait, that's all we get today?!

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #system collapse #murderbot #secunit #ratthi #tarik (murderbot) #iris (murderbot) #seth (murderbot) #martyn (murderbot) #kaede (murderbot) #art (murderbot) #karime (murderbot) #ayda mensah #corian (murderbot) #three (murderbot)

[alesyira]

k this is (probably) the opening (early draft) bit for another prequel story i'm working on that falls in the villain timeline right after izuku finishes school. I'm not sure if you'll immediately pick up what i'm putting down, but if I drop the current working title here: "Accidental Vigilante" you miiiiiight suspect what's going to happen...

The door swings open, rattling bits of metal suspended from a chain. The sound is strange, and Izuku glances up to see that the door chime is made from bits of metal, loops and flats edges and some rough sides that seem to have been broken off.

It’s vaguely familiar, but he tears his gaze away from the trivial detail before he’s caught staring. “H-hello?”

The shop is quiet once the door closes behind him. Empty cardboard boxes line one wall. Shelves with more boxes, presumably filled, stand in rows leading further into the shop. Whatever employee might be working hasn’t said anything yet, and Izuku peeks back at the hours sign to make sure he hadn’t accidentally stepped in over someone’s lunch break.

“Right with ya in a sec,” a gruff voice hollers from behind one of the shelves.

He doesn’t sound very friendly, but Izuku knows better than to judge someone based on how they sound or look. He takes a few more steps into the gloomy interior.

The lights overhead flicker ominously, but the floors are swept. There are no bits of trash or accumulation of dust. He casually touches a finger to the topmost shelf. Clean.

So the lights aren’t working very well, but otherwise the business seems to be in decent condition.

A shoe scrapes against the concrete flooring as a ladder rattles. The employee that steps into sight is tall and broad, dark-haired and a little (a lot) rough around the edges. “Whatcha got fer me?”

His face is scarred and one leg doesn’t quite fill out his work pants the same way as the other. Izuku briefly wonders if he’s wearing a prosthetic.

He straightens up, feeling like a child standing in the shadow of this hulking guy. “I’m here about the job.” He internally winces at the questioning note in his voice. He’d meant to speak with confidence.

The employee gives him a quick once-over, then crosses his arms over his wide chest. “Ain’t hiring.”

Izuku wilts with a frown. Of course. He nods with resignation. “Sure. Sorry about the confusion. Maybe I can pull the ‘help wanted’ sign out of the window for you, then?”

The man gives him a long look. “You know what we do here, kid?”

He does not. He just happened to overhear a conversation about a possible job opening at a business with an owner that looks like he breaks kneecaps for a living, and that there’s no way any sane person would risk working for someone like that.

Izuku was a little curious. (And he needs a job.)

He glances around as though the answer might be written on the boxes or plastered to the wall. Everything is woefully blank. He turns his calculating gaze to the taller man and says, very carefully, “I’m assuming you do not break kneecaps.”

The man blinks. His eyebrow twitches. And then he barks out a laugh. “Hah! Yer right. We don’t do that.” He rubs harshly at the back of his neck with a wide grin as he shakes his head with disbelief. He turns away with a muttered, “Not here, at least.”

(Izuku pretends to not hear that.)

“Go fetch the damned sign and get in here to take a seat.”

The burly man slaps a sheet down on the table in front of Izuku. He barely refrains from flinching. He skims the form as the older man leans back in an aging chair. The wood creaks and groans under the unbalanced weight, and Izuku wonders how many days it’ll be before it collapses. “The pay ain’t great because we’re a non-profit. I can start you out a couple hours for three days a week until we figure out where you fit best, then I’ll bump your time based on that.”

Izuku’s nerves had fired up when he’d brandished the application sheet. He should have expected he couldn’t just get hired on with a handshake and no paperwork. Every single application that he’s filled out has a line that asks about his-

He pauses, staring down at the sheet. “This line is blacked out?”

“Yeh. Don’t care what quirk ya got so long as you can tape straight, lift okay, and occasionally get our shit to the right location.” He purses his lips and rethinks his words. “I mean always get these things there, but just, ya know, when the occasion comes up.”

Izuku blinks up at him with utter bewilderment.

“Ya ain’t gonna blow up at the first customer that looks at you sideways, right?”

Izuku nervously chuckles. “No.” He’s taken aback to find himself under sudden intense scrutiny and hurries to explain. “I uh- knew someone. Who would do that. It’s um, probably very bad for business.”

He swallows back the lump in his throat and goes back to filling out the sheet. The pen in his hand stutters across the page when a wide finger pokes him in the shoulder. “Arms look a little spindly. You sure you’re up for this?”

Izuku signs his name on the sheet with a determined nod. “I can tape, lift, and deliver.”

“Alright then. Here’s my card so you can add my contact details. You start tomorrow.”

As he’s leaving the clean and slightly intimidating business, he finally recognizes the bits of broken metal being used as a door chime.

Knuckledusters.

AN: i've been burnt the fuck out and depressed about writer's block, so getting this little bit down on paper was like, so relieving. thanks so much for reading

ily

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha fanfiction #bnha #two steps to the left AU #accidental vigilante AU

[madhogthymaster]

Down The Cabbit Hole: The Weird World of Klonoa Literature - An Archive (Part 2)

[PART 1]

22 July 2022

As I slowly work my way towards Klonoa media completionism (pending), I find myself drawn to Dream Crusaders, a fan-made continuation to the cancelled Dream Traveller of Noctis Sol webcomic, written and illustrated by Esteban Girolami.

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As you know, my opinions about that officially licensed material are overwhelmingly negative, nevertheless I am curious as to what this adventure may yield under a new direction and vision - which is automatically better than having neither direction nor vision at all.

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To be perfectly blunt, there is absolutely no chance of redemption for that comic. It was a doomed enterprise the second Huepow showed up out of nowhere. Its mere existence is offensive. That said, I'm glad this "sequel" starts off with these two. I'm keenly aware of the hypocrisy.

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Nightmare Klonoa's face game appears to be in top shape, which is swell since the original story did not give me any reason whatsoever to care about this doofus. I only now notice the cute detail of the Pac-Man's ghost hat.

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Actually using loosely established lore from Lunatea's Veil to inform your narrative? Alright, Dream Crusaders, you have my attention.

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Ah, I see. You are using your story as a thinly-veiled excuse to bring back iconic series antagonists for fan-service purposes. I can respect that. At least, you are providing something that your audience might want to see.

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This is how you are choosing to characterize the Goddess Claire, eh? Go on.

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Thou shalt not make Nightmare Klonoa likeable.

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Hurray!

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Honestly, that's a power move on the writer's part.

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Excuse me? How dare you come at me with that expression!? I don't appreciate being specifically targeted!

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Oh no, I love her.

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As far as fanfictions go, this is giving me exactly the kind of inanity I would enjoy from the medium. It is not a good Klonoa story but it's clearly having fun with its dumb premise. Goddess Claire, in full anime super villain mode, is the unquestionable MVP.

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I get the feeling this author does not particularly care about Guntz, which the only acceptable behaviour when it comes to Guntz.

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"Oh don't mind me, I'm just going to Naruto pose in the background of this exposition panel."

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Gasp! It's the bandana-wearing Moo! Legally distinct from the bandana-wearing Waddle Dee!

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"I promise not to obliterate the elderly, metaphorically or otherwise."

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It's Trauma Bunny!

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Ah, an appropriate pairing. Trash belong together, after all.

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"Hyuck!"

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Original Character. Do Not Steal.

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I am a man of simple pleasures.

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He looks just right.

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Well, this is awkward.

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As of this date, that was the last currently available page for Dream Crusaders. I am enjoying this fan-interpretation of a failed project quite a bit. It might be just a load of fan-service and entirely self-indulgent but it's the passionate, dedicated sort of fan-service driven fanfiction.

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It is everything Noctis Sol was not: the exact opposite of a soulless, dull, visionless drivel, one that actually takes the time and care to properly write sufficiently-defined characters and consistent story beats. I will continue to read it in the future.

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Conclusively, it's a fun read and the artwork is high quality, more professionally sequenced and framed than the *official* webcomic series. Unfortunately, you would have to go through that abomination in order to get to the good part.

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With this dream firmly behind us, like a distant memory of childhood, it is time to burrow ourselves down, deeper and deeper, into the Cabbit Hole in order to unearth older, much more obscure materials. Next time, we enter the positively drizzling underworld of Klonoa's "scanlations" and any remaining miscellanea, thus finally bringing my archive up to speed. Stay drowsy, fellow Phantomilians.

[PART 3]

#archive #klonoa #fluffy boy literature #madhog thy master #down the cabbit hole #webcomic #comics #literature #bandai namco #dream crusaders

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Oooo, prompt time again! Here's a fluff one from the master list.

"I got these because I know they're your favorite."

W/ Ophelia ❤️

I honestly have no idea what master list you were looking at, Anon, because I know I rb'd the enemies to lovers one and was expecting a prompt related to it. 😭

Though this is fine too, don't worry. 👌

~•~•~

Gifts are something foreign in the Edevane household.

It was never a love language to begin with, often instead resorting to words or a simple pat on the shoulder.

It's the void of that language that Ophelia grew up living with, and a reason why expectations are held so low on receiving, well, anything material. She doesn't outright asks, but the yearning seeps through the cracks every now and then. She wouldn't mind receiving a gift, even if it was something simple like a standard pencil, she would treasure it for life.

Alas, Ophelia knows the possibilities of such wishful thinking are just that, wishful thinking. No one's going to give the weird girl, who's into strong gore and monsters, something so pleasant.

Besides, trash deserves trash, right?

Isn't it how that's supposed to work?

Ophelia blinks out of her confusion, as she looks up from the gift bag that you're currently showing her, then back to you. There is a smile on your face, excited and eager.

"I..." Ophelia starts, only to trail off for a moment as her confusion returns again. "Congratulations to you?"

"What? No." You huff, the hand holding the gift bag falling to your side as you pout. "I got you a gift, Ophelia."

Her eyebrows raise in both surprise and the still lingering confusion. "Oh."

Really? 'Oh'? That's it? Ophelia holds back the urge to grimace at herself. Gods above, why is she so awkward? Why did the Pantheon made her to be awkward?

"You sound disappointed." You say, more of an observation than taking offense.

"No, I'm just—!" Ophelia vaguely made some gestures as she tries to grasp her next words. "—just surprised... and confused. Why give me a gift...?"

"Well, I just want to." You simply state, smile returning and offered up the gift bag. "Here. I hope you like it."

Hesitantly, Ophelia's hands reach out, gingerly taking the gift bag from your hand. She opens it, both not expecting much, yet at the same time curious to what it is.

...

Oh.

This is...

She pulls out a set of charcoal pencils from the gift bag. It's an expenive set, with metal case and brand name in gold, and all.

"How..." She looks at you, eyes wide in disbelief. "How did you get this? Don't tell me you loaned from Fleur."

"Oh gods no!" You exclaim immediately. "I'd still be paying her until my death bed because of how much interest it'll stack. I just saved up my allowance for a while." You simply shrug. "I saw you eyeing it a few weeks ago, so I just thought, why not surprise you?"

Ophelia frowns a bit. "You really didn't have to do that. I could've just bought them on my own."

"Well, yeah, but I did it anyway." You grin at her, hands on your waist now. "I got them, because I know that brand of charcoal pencils are your favorite."

Ophelia stands there for a moment, staring at you in shock. Her head dips down to her chest not too long after, the tip of her ears reddening heavily.

"You're forever going to be an enigma to me." Ophelia mumbles out.

#prompt #MC #Ophelia

[nkn0va]

You know what? You've been getting a lot of uh... interesting ask lately,so let me give you something more wholesome. Can I just have a nice piece of your writing involving Aigis(P3) and Noel(Blazblue) being friends or something? Everyone wants them to battle to the death,yet no one wants to imagine them just hanging out as these created weapons that grow into their own people and soon develop their own heart honestly. I believe you're skills can definitely handle this challenge,my man.

I'm seriously flattered you think so, chief. Kinda hard to be confident in your writing skills when you have an older friend who's literally a professional published author but it's nice to know someone thinks mine is at least worth a damn. I'll try my best.

Post-writing note: This is a long ass post lmao, I really enjoyed doing this ask

-Some really weird shit needs to happen for these two to cross worlds and meet, at least assuming you don't wanna take the lazy way out and just say bbtag happened.

-Something alone the lines of Aigis being sent to investigate an anomaly in the TV world. Said anomaly happens to be a distortion in it made by Phenomenon Intervention and warps her somewhere she's never seen before.

-She finds herself in a forest...somewhere. The biggest problem right now is that there's some sort of airborne material all around her that immediately sets off alarm bells in her head from how radioactive it's making the place, however looking over the horizon she sees some buildings set around a mountain in the distance. Hopefully there she can get some answers as to what's going on.

-She flies her way over to the city, which she quickly finds out is nowhere in her database, she's never seen anything like this before. After some exploring she's confronted by what looks like nothing short of a demon, several times her size, weirdly enough with cybernetic augments.

-Aigis prepares herself for a fight, yet much to her surprise the demon explains calmly that he's not here to fight, but he wants her to come with him to meet someone. Aigis, not seeing anything else to do, agrees to follow him after thinking about it. Maybe she can get some answers.

-It's here that she's introduced to the rebel group of Kagura, Kokonoe, and their suboordinates. It's a long talk but everyone gets the gist of the situation. Aigis is from another world that used another world to get here, the people who found Aigis are attempting to overthrow a corrupt government in this world called the NOL. Aigis agrees to lend her power to their cause as long as they help her find a way home.

-She soon meets someone whose, according to Kokonoe, a defective Lieutenant from this "NOL" organization. She's curious about how and why she left the NOL after supposedly being so loyal to them and tries to pick at her brain about it.

-This Lieutenant, Noel, turns out to be...way more similar to Aigis than she thought. They were both made as weapons to hunt and eliminate something very specific, and much like Aigis did, Noel's currently having doubts on whether she's "real" or not.

-Aigis knows about what that feels like better than anyone, and the two establish a rather fast friendship. She shares stories with Noel about her world, gladly telling her about her time with her friends in S.E.E.S and how they helped her come to terms with her humanity, as shown physically made manifest in her Persona, though the whole Persona business is a story for another time.

-She really helps Noel out a lot in this department. Noel's much more quickly able to accept that she's real. As Ragna says, as long as she sees herself as real, then she is real.

-Aigis is more than ready to support Noel in her own endeavors however she can, particularly in saving Tsubaki from the Mind Eater curse and learning how to control the power of the Eye. She's also the first to jump to her defense when Jin decides to act like a bastard and talk down to her like trash. She is more than ready to throw hands right then and there for Noel.

-Noel herself in all honesty doesn't really feel like she deserves such a good friend. She didn't expect a full on android to be so good to her, but that doesn't mean she isn't ready to return the favor, far from it. While she can't cook for Aigis since she can't nor needs to eat (Thank God), she's always on guard when Kokonoe is around, learning to put her foot down in case the mad scientist gets any funny ideas when it comes to upgrading or tinkering with Aigis.

-Meeting Noel's other friends is quite the interesting experience. Makoto doesn't really understand what the hell Aigis is but still finds her pretty freaking cool regardless. Meeting Tsubaki when she's finally free of the Mind Eater is...awkward. The two had traded blows when Aigis had been sent out by Kokonoe to do some scouting and Tsubaki had attacked her after deducing that she was up to something. They finally have a chance to start off on the right foot and Tsubaki thanks her for taking good care of Noel in her absence.

-When they eventually find a way to get Aigis back to her world, it's a tearful goodbye, at least on Noel's part. The two reassure to see each other again someday, Noel using her power to keep the portal to the TV world open so that Aigis can come back through it and see her again someday.

#anon ask #answered #blazblue #persona 3 #persona 4 arena ultimax #crossover #platonic

[arthyritis]

A/N: Irisona Monster AU--Paulie gets turned. Nothing too graphic, still, but maybe some spooky content? (This will be fun to do stuff for around Halloween hehe)

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The streets were packed with pedestrians, yet Paulie never felt more isolated and alone. His world was a fair amount more quiet than most, and he was still learning to communicate that in a way that made sense to others.

If he wasn't paying attention, there was always a chance he would bump into others. Sometimes, that didn't exactly end up in the best case scenario, even if he was the one who ended up on the ground.

"Watch it!" A man shouted, both thankfully and accursedly loud enough that Paulie heard; he was already not in a great mood, glaring heavily at the man who dared get angry at him and reaching a foot out to trip him back before he could get too far.

The next thing Paulie knew, he was waking up in an alley. It wasn't quite dark, but there was a drastic lighting difference from earlier in the day. He assumed it was evening, which meant the streets were going bare.

Something told him to look behind him.

A short scream and he tried to scoot himself back and away from the creature glaring at him from the protection of the shadows, but be only succeeded in cornering himself between the rust-coloured bricks of a building and the cold metal of a trash bin.

The creature's head tilted at Paulie's movements, its eyes narrowing in on him. Then, it spoke, "So, you weren't killed. That's good."

Paulie startled again, the deep voice drilling into his brain like a screw. He groaned. "What?"

"I am not experienced in human life. I was not certain you had survived our encounter." The alley seemed to darken with every word that spilled out of this creature's mouth. "But, you have."

"Encounter?" Paulie asked, wincing at the grinding sound of the creature's breathing. Anxiety began to take over his brain and the wince turned into a bitter laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm really confused here."

About a lot of things, he had to admit--who or what this creature was, what the fuck the creature was even talking about, and, most importantly, why sounds were suddenly attacking his brain--but he waited for the creature to speak again, instead.

"You are not like some others I've met." Okay, it was going the ominous route. That didn't exactly give him much. "Curious."

"Well, you're not so normal, yourself. What... are you?"

There was a pause, the wind howling loud enough through the small space for Paulie to register. The creature stepped out of its protection, red eyes gleaming with malice.

It seemed to be one with the shadows, dark clothes blending with its--his--background. Even now, Paulie felt like the only thing he could really see was the man's eyes, reflecting off his dark skin like moonlight to still water.

Still, this helped more than Paulie thought it would. "A vampire." He relayed out loud, voice being swallowed up by the air.

The fear is his body increased tenfold and Paulie wanted nothing more than to disappear from the alley at this moment.

"You've heard of my kind. That's good. That makes this easier." The vampire spoke, but never opened his mouth, making the clarity of his voice, and the drilling sensation, finally make sense.

He lunged.

Well, actually, he kind of swept in at Paulie, like a bat (the irony of that thought being lost on Paulie for the moment). His hand met Paulie's chest and he pinned him against the wall, his other hand meeting the soft underside of Paulie's jaw to tilt his head back.

The brick wall was hard and sharp behind Paulie's back, but he fought against the discomfort to try and fight back. The effort was fruitless. Sure, the vampire wasn't much bigger than him, but he was stronger than his thin body allowed him to look.

With their current position, the vampire entirely had the high ground.

"What are you going to do to me?" It was a stupid question, Paulie realised, but there was no such thing as fight or flight in his body anymore, not with how terrified he was. "I- I won't let you do this. I'm not--"

A hum rose out of the vampire's throat, the first actual sound he made, then spoke into Paulie's head again, "Hush and stay still,"--Paulie wiggled a little, as much as he could--the vampire chuckled. "You've got the right attitude. I think you'll make a fine ward."

Before Paulie could open his mouth to ask what he meant, retort, maybe, finally build up the courage to speak back in any amount, sharp teeth broke through the skin of his tilted neck.

#irisona #irisona monster au #camera wtchr p #vampire paulie #grey does writing