#(5 word promts)

[24hlevi]

Can you do a fluff promt #24 on the second list with chishiya? I love that man sm so it would be nice!

thank you so much for requesting! 🫶

also it's literally 5 in the morning i just woke up im sorry if this is terrible

— SAFE WITH YOU

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again.") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language

after waiting for chishiya outside of the king of diamonds, he appeared to be different. you couldn't pinpoint how exactly, but you were sure that something happened in that game that resulted in him being different towards you, as if he out of nowhere started caring about your opinions and life. the two of you walked in silence as you held the umbrella above both of you due to the rain that was progressively getting worse as time went on.

until he finally spoke.

"what do you think about the value of a human life?"

"what?" you question, turning your head to look over at him.

"i didn't realize it before but, i think of it differently now," he says, looking forward at the buildings.

"what do you mean?" you said, a confused look on your face.

"i mean-"

he was interrupted by a gunshot echoing throughout the city, and when he turned to look at you, you were suddenly on the ground, grasping your side. chishiya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly looked around to see who had fired that shot, and his gaze turned dark when he spotted niragi down the road.

"shit," he cursed under his breath, crouching down beside you. "y/n, y/n, can you hear me?"

"yeah," you nodded, wincing in pain as you held the wound, your eyes closed with your head on the cement.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay?" he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice you'd never heard before. "c'mon, i'm going to pick you up and we're going to run, alright?"

"okay," you answer, nodding your head again.

chishiya carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style and hearing another shot fire. he quickly started running in no particular direction, knowing niragi would follow him, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were still alive.

he turned and went into a building, shutting the door behind him and glancing around to see what was in there. an office building. he went down the hall and opened the door to one of the offices, going to the corner and laying you down on the ground.

you had passed out by now, and the blood was seeping through your clothes onto the floor beneath you, and he knew he had to do something fast or else you wouldn't make it. he went through the whole building grabbing items and first aid supplies that would help, and when he returned, he sat in front of you and stared for a moment.

"this is going to sting," he says, putting some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel he found and pressing it onto your wound.

you awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting up and letting out a yelp before chishiya pushed you back down onto your back.

"lay down," he tells you. "i'm trying to make sure you don't die on me."

you laid back down without a response, trying not to think about the words he said to you. this was definitely different. in the whole year you had known this man, he comes out different because of a damned killing game. you don't know what happened in that venue, but you don't really want to know either. you sat in silence as he carefully fixed you up with the limited materials he had gathered in the building, occasionally looking over at him to see how he looked. his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly in focus of stitching the wound closed, and his eyes had a new look in them, one you couldn't quite figure out.

"there, all done," he suddenly speaks, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you," you mutter, slowly sitting up to lean against the wall.

"don't thank me," chishiya shook his head.

leaning your head against the wall, you let out a long sigh. "how much longer do we have to be here?"

"supposedly there's only two more games left," he answered, sitting down next to you. "one is the king of spades, which i've heard is simply a man running around killing all of us."

"great," you mumble. "let's hope he doesn't find us here, then. otherwise i'm done for," you speak quietly.

"don't worry," chishiya shakes his head. "you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again."

you look over at him in subtle shock at his words, and judging by his expression, he was shocked by his own words. "thank you," you say quietly.

"don't thank me," he repeats what he said earlier. "i've just come to realize the value of a human life, and you're the most important person in my life."

you almost couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. was this really happening? did he mean what he was saying, or was he just talking to make you feel better? surely, it couldn't be that. he wouldn't say anything like that in that kind of way. "what are you trying to say?" you ask.

"i love you," he answered.

there it was. the words you had been hoping to hear from him since the day you found yourself in love with him. part of you didn't believe it was possible, knowing the way he was. but, you finally got something good out of this world.

"i love you too."

[pinchofhoney]

You know I can't stay away from your writing for long so here I am againnn....angst prompt 5 and fluff promt 10. Besties to loverss plsssss.....with either Sirius Black or Kaz I can't choose

No angst...I can't take it rnnnn 😭

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angst prompt five: “please leave before i lose myself to madness and beg you to stay”

fluff prompt ten: and it was when A watched B look at someone else the way they wanted to be looked at. does A realize how much in love with their best friend they were?

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

kaz brekker x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warning: kaz has no romantic feelings for inej in this one, it doesn't have a specific time in the canon, i made up one of the characters, best friends to lovers (between the lines), mention of murder

summary: It seems that Kaz always expects you to read between the lines, even though you are a thief and not an expert in interpreting written texts.

a/n: whenever i see notifications from you, i feel like a happy golden retriever puppy, hello!!<33 i feel that writing anything with sirius would be easier for me in almost every way, especially since that character has been my favorite since childhood, but i wanted to try something new and i was thrilled with the chance to do so! (it's a mess)

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As you stepped out into the gloomy, rain-soaked streets of Ketterdam, you could felt the weight of the city's bearing down upon you. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, where crime and corruption were the norm, and where only the strongest and most cunning survived. The city's winding, labyrinthine streets were treacherous and difficult to navigate, with slimy cobblestones that seemed to shift and writhe beneath your feet. The stench of sewage and decay hanged heavy in the air, a reminder of the filth and squalor that permeated every inch of the city.

The people of Ketterdam were a rough and ragged bunch, with sharp tongues and even sharper knives. Every interaction was a potential threat, every stranger a possible enemy. It was a place where trust was hard to come by, and betrayal was always just a heartbeat away. And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the city. It was the only place where you've ever felt truly at home, where you could be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a feeling that both comforted and terrified you, and you knew that you'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

You hated Ketterdam with a passion, yet you found yourself unable to imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because you hated yourself too, the mere thought of being ordinary filled you with a deep-seated loathing. You had no talents, no skills that could make others look at you with admiration, and to make matters worse, you weren't your parents' favorite child either. That distinction belonged to your older sister, the Grisha who had always been showered with adoration and affection, even when she was away in the Little Palace, thousands of miles from home.

Your parents had always compared you to her, highlighting your shortcomings and making you feel like a disappointment. Even when she was gone, they treated you worse than they ever had before, as if you brought them shame just by existing.

Yet, in Ketterdam, your ordinariness was a blessing. As a member of a gang of thieves, you were the perfect fit. Your lack of beauty and grace made you unremarkable, allowing you to blend into the shadows and avoid attention. You moved with ease through the convoluted streets of the city, navigating its twists and turns, always keeping your wits about you. Of course, there were a times of doubts, where you couldn't help but think that perhaps being strikingly beautiful would be an asset to your profession, especially when robbing wealthy merchants who came to Ketterdam seeking to indulge in its illicit pleasures. But even then, you knew that such a gift would come with its own set of complications, and in Ketterdam, complications were the last thing you needed.

You pulled the hood of your dark cloak over your head, lowering it slightly to obscure your face. You didn't want to be recognized by anyone, but at the same time, you needed to keep an eye on your surroundings and react quickly if needed.

You hastily tucked your frozen hands into the pockets of your coat and quickened your step as you saw two men who were part of the Dime Lions. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized them. Lately, you had been avoiding these people more than usual, ever since you got into an unnecessary street fight with several members of the gang. They had made it clear that they weren't happy with you, and you knew that they wouldn't hesitate to attack you if given the chance.

But it wasn't just the Dime Lions that you were avoiding. Some people in Ketterdam knew about things they shouldn’t. It was no secret that rumors spread like wildfire in this city, and often found their way into the hands of those who would use them for their own gain. But in a world full of terrible people, you had to be worse.

You walked with no clear destination in mind, driven by the need to distance yourself as much as possible from the Crow Club. It was only moments ago that you had found yourself in a heated argument with the one person who mattered the most to you. His stubborn pride had come between you once again, making you curse his name to the heavens above.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife as you and Kaz stood facing each other, both seething with frustration. His eyes glinted in the dim light, anger etched deep into the lines of his face. What had started as a minor disagreement had quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, fueled by the unspoken feelings that both tried to hide.

“You don't understand, Y/N,” Kaz growled, his voice low and scratchy. “You never do. You're always off on your own, thinking you know what's best for everyone. You can't keep taking unnecessary risks. It's not just your life on the line.”

“I know that,” you snapped back, your eyes flashing with anger. “But we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We need to take action if we want to survive.”

“Of course we need to take action,” Kaz shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm not saying we should do nothing. But we need to be smart about it. We can't rush in blindly. That's why I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Sometimes being smart means taking risks. That's how we get ahead.”

A heavy silence hung in the air between you, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your clothes. Kaz's gaze bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

His jaw tightened, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “Do whatever you want. But don't expect me to follow you blindly into danger.”

You took a step closer to Kaz, your eyes blazing. “I don't need you to follow me, Kaz. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand on his cane for support. “Then go ahead and do that. But please, leave before I lose myself to madness and beg you to stay.”

Your chest tightened with hope as Kaz's words registered in your mind. Could it be that he actually wanted you to stay? But your hopes were dashed as you saw him turn his back and begin walking away. The urge to call out to him, to make him admit his feelings, consumed you, but you knew it was pointless. Kaz Brekker was not one to bare his soul.

With a frustrated growl, you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. Without another word, you turned and stormed down the stairs. Ignoring Jesper's questioning gaze and Wylan's confused expression, you burst out into the rain-soaked streets of the Barrel, letting the cool droplets wash away your anger and frustration.

Your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions as you walked, all directed towards the one man who had the power to make you feel so much. Kaz's words echoed in your head, spoken in his rough voice, which usually sounded like the most beautiful melody to your ears, but now it was a curse that tormented you and did not allow you to find peace.

“I don't need you, Kaz. You're the last person I want,” you muttered under your breath, and as if fate was playing a game, you bumped into the very person with whom the whole argument began. What a coincidence.

You lifted your gaze, and your eyes met with the one who infamously called himself Ketterdam's most dangerous person. Although he didn't know you, you were familiar with him well enough to know that he would want to have you with him despite your undistinguished appearance and lack of special skills.

In a rush of panic, you lowered your head, feigning humility to mask your face. “I apologize, sir,” you began, trying to hide the hint of fear you could sense in your voice. “I should be more careful.”

The man smirked, his eyes scanning over your form. “It's no problem, sweetheart,” he said, his voice oozing with arrogance and entitlement. “But you should watch where you're going. It's not safe to be wandering around these parts alone.” His hand brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You flinched at the touch, trying to pull away from him, but then he grabbed you. You knew what type of man he was, and the last thing you wanted was to be alone with him in a dark alley. You tried to think of an excuse to leave, but before you could say anything, the gravelly rasp of a familiar voice interrupted.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Kaz's voice was calm and controlled, but there was an underlying threat that made the man release his grip on you and take a step back.

“None at all,” the man replied smoothly.

Kaz stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “I suggest you leave the lady alone then.”

The man scoffed. “I suggest you mind your own business, boy.”

Kaz's hand, covered with a leather glove, tightened on the crow's head ornamenting his cane. “I'll make it my business if I see someone harassing a woman in my city.”

The man sneered, clearly not intimidated by Kaz's threat. “Your city?” he asked with a hint of derision, studying Kaz more thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if he had just connected the dots, he added, “Last time I checked, it was still called Ketterdam, not Dirtyhands's kingdom.”

Kaz's expression didn't change, but you could sense the tension in the air. “Believe what you want, but if you don't leave now, I'll make sure you regret it.”

The man seemed to consider his options for a moment before finally releasing a grunt of annoyance and walking away, oblivious to the inevitable fate that awaited him regardless of his decision. Death was the only possible outcome and the only variable was who would carry out the execution.

Finally, the man was out of sight, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Kaz turned to you, and you met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and anger. Despite feeling indebted to him for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his interference. “I didn't need your help,” you said, trying to sound confident.

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It sure looked like you did.”

You glared at him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He had seen you in a moment of vulnerability, and you hated yourself for it. “I could have handled it,” you insisted, although you knew it was a lie. You couldn't have handled the situation on your own. You were a skilled thief, but you lacked the physical strength to overpower a man twice your size. You were not armed with revolvers, nor did you possess the abilities of a Corpsewitch. You were just an average person, with quick fingers and the ability to pick locks, nothing more.

“How did you know where to find me?” you added.

“Did you think I wouldn't follow you? I had a feeling you'd get yourself into trouble, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was grateful that Kaz had your back. “And what about-”

“Inej will take care of him,” he said, cutting you off, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the matter any further. “Let's head back to the Slat. You're soaked.”

Kaz started walking away, disappearing into a dark alley without waiting for you. You sighed and followed him, feeling the dampness of your clothes sticking to your skin.

The walk back to the Slat was silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestones to fill the air. As you entered the place, you immediately noticed the curious looks of your crewmates. Jesper was there, even though he usually preferred gambling at the Crows Cub and Matthias stood at the top of the stairs, watching you with his arms crossed. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to return, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Ignoring the greetings, Kaz announced, “You'll never guess who Y/N met.” The room fell silent, and Kaz removed his hat as if to emphasize his point. “Antoon Beudeker.”

A hum of surprised sounds ran through the room, and all eyes turned to you. You felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. You had been trying to track down Beudeker for weeks, but he always managed to slip away from you, as if someone in the Dregs was tipping him off about your plans.

Nina spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you mean by that?”

Kaz looked at you, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “A talent for stealing isn't Y/N's only skill. As you can see, the talent for trouble far outweighs it.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Kaz's gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. You knew you had made a mistake by bumping into Beudeker, but it wasn't even your fault. All you wanted was to cut yourself off after the argument with Kaz, and now he was the one who was right again.

Wylan's voice carried through the quiet room, breaking the tension. “What are we do with him now?” he asked, but no one answered, assuming that it was up to their missing Wraith to handle the situation.

Jesper's frustration boiled over, and he jumped up from his seat. “It's not fair!” he exclaimed, pointing his revolver at the wall. “I was the one who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.”

Matthias stepped forward, before anyone reacted to sharpshooter's words, his expression serious. “We need to figure out who's been leaking our plans to Antoon. This could be dangerous for all of us.”

“I agree,” Nina added. “We need to find out who's been betraying us and deal with them.”

Wylan's voice piped up, “What if we set a trap?”

Kaz nodded, considering the idea.

“We could feed different information to each member of the Dregs and see which version gets back to someone who will claim to be Beudeker now. That way, we'll know who we can trust and who we can't,” you suggested.

Nina grinned. “I like it. And if we catch the traitor, we can make an example out of them.”

Jesper's eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I'll provide the entertainment.”

Matthias shook his head. “No, Jesper. We can't take the law into our own hands. We'll handle the traitor according to our own rules, but we won't kill them.”

Jesper shrugged, disappointed but not arguing. “But killing is our rule, Helvar.”

Matthias's expression darkened, but before he could reply, Kaz spoke up. “That's enough. We're not discussing this any further. We need to focus on finding the leak first, not arguing about how to deal with them.”

Jesper and Matthias both looked at Kaz, but neither of them said anything. The silence in the room was heavy with tension, and you could sense the frustration emanating from Jesper and the anger radiating from Matthias. Kaz's tone had effectively shut down the conversation, but you knew that it was far from over.

“We'll start investigating tomorrow,” Kaz's voice filled the room again. “For now, let's all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

As Kaz's words faded away, the tension in the room dissipated, and everyone began to go their separate ways. You hesitated, still reeling from the events of the evening, unsure of what to do next.

Sensing your unease, Kaz approached you, his expression serious but not unkind. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice low. “But we have a job to do, and we can't afford to let our emotions cloud our judgment. I need you to be focused tomorrow, do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling a bit guilty for today’s argument. “Yes. I'll be ready,” you replied, determined to not let him down.

Kaz gave you a small nod of approval before turning to leave. You watched him go, listening to the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the panels. The weight of his words settling on your shoulders. It was true that you couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way of the investigation, but it was easier said than done. The events of the evening had shaken you to your core, and you weren't sure if you could push them aside so easily. Life in Ketterdam has been hard, but never before has such danger reached you directly.

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to your room, hoping that a good night's rest would help clear your mind.

You were surprised to find the Antoon's spy so easily, feeling foolish for not discovering it sooner. Despite the setback, the mood in the Crow Club remained peaceful as the days passed. The seventh of you sat together, planning your next move and gossiping about Ketterdam's richest people. Kaz seemed more relaxed than usual, and even Jesper and Matthias were on their best behavior, seemingly content to simply enjoy the moment of peace.

As the night wore on and the group's conversation continued to flow, you couldn't help but notice Kaz's eyes on you. You caught his gaze a few times, and each time you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. It was a feeling you had been trying to ignore for a while now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing day.

As you turned to look at Jesper, who was recounting a funny story, you noticed Kaz's expression change slightly. It was a subtle shift, but you could tell he was suddenly distant, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, Kaz stood up and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around at the others, confused, but they simply shrugged and continued their conversation. You followed Kaz up the dimly lit hallway to his office.

Once inside, Kaz closed the door and motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling a bit nervous. Kaz took a seat opposite you, resting his cane on the desk, right next to the chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his desk.

His expression was serious, but not unkind. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice low. “I've noticed that things between us have been a bit... different lately.”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Different how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I think you know what I mean,” he replied, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was talking about. “Kaz, I...” you began, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of the situation,” he said, his tone even, then he paused for a moment. “You know, Y/N. I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to care for someone. To really care for someone,” he looked directly at you, his eyes intense, emphasizing the weight of his words. “And I've come to the conclusion that there's no one I care for more than you.”

You were completely taken aback by Kaz's words. You had never heard him express his feelings so openly before. Your heart raced as you searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but you found none. You were overcome with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.

His heart sank as he watched you gaze at Jesper with a look of admiration and affection earlier, even if you two were just friends. It was then that he realized how deeply in love with you he truly was. He had been trying to ignore his feelings for you for so long, but seeing you look at someone else with such tenderness was too much to bear.

Kaz carefully chose his words, wanting to express his feelings without being too direct. “I've been thinking about our friendship,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I value our bond more than anything else in the world, and I want to make sure that nothing ever comes between us.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked genuinely confused by Kaz's sudden openness.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost uncomfortable, “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you know how much you mean to me,” Kaz said, his eyes meeting yours. “There's no one else I trust or care for more than you, Y/N.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity and depth of emotion behind them. You knew that he was a man of few words, and when he spoke, it was always with a purpose. It was hard to reconcile this Kaz with the cold and distant one you had grown accustomed to over the years.

You couldn't help but feel that there was an underlying message in Kaz's words, something that he wasn't explicitly stating. Your intuition was telling you that there was more to the story than what he had let on. You couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss.

“Kaz,” you began, your voice hesitant. “Is there something else you want to tell me? Something that you're not saying?”

Kaz's expression remained neutral, but you could sense a hint of discomfort in his demeanor. You knew that he wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised that he was hesitant to open up to you completely.

“I've said what I needed to say,” Kaz replied, his voice flat. “There's nothing more to it.”

His reply felt like a dead end, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You knew that he was a complex person, with layers that even you couldn't fully comprehend, but you couldn't shake off the sense that he was still holding something back. Nonetheless, you tried to put on a brave face and show your gratitude for his honesty.

“Okay,” you said, rising from your seat. “I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Our friendship means the world to me too, Kaz.” You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but you knew that you needed to be patient and let him come to you when he was ready.

[javier-pena]

So ... I recently hit 10,000 followers, which is completely insane to me!! I wish I could thank each and everyone of you who has been here since the beginning or who followed two days ago personally, but that's just not possible. Instead, I'm doing a small request-based fic celebration 🤭

What is it about?

You can choose from a list of characters and a list of prompts (or send in your own) and I will write a (hopefully) short fic (1-3k words) based on your request. You can choose a stand-alone fic or request something that fits into one of my longer stories (Hubris, Triumvirate, In Plain Sight, the Javi G universe). Please send in your requests until April 27!

How to send in your requests?

Please send me an ask (anonymous or not) specifying the following:

Step 1: Do you want your fic to be reader insert?

Please specify the gender (if there is no specification, I will most likely write f!reader, but I might choose something else if I think it fits the prompt). You don't have to choose just one character, you can also choose more, e.g. Javi Gutierrez x f!reader x Dieter Bravo x Agent Whiskey. Your request doesn't have to be reader insert, you can also request a specific dynamic, e.g. Javier Peña x Joel Miller.

Step 2: Do you want your fic to be nsfw?

If you want your fic to be nsfw or if you don't want it to be nsfw please specify this in your request. If you don't, I will write whatever fits the prompt.

Step 3: Is there anything you want me to avoid?

If there are any triggers, themes, character traits etc. you don't want me to include, please tell me. The fics will come with warnings but I wouldn't want to write something you can't/don't want to read for whatever reason.

Step 4: Choose one or more character(s)!

I will write for the following characters. You can send in a different character too, but there is no guarantee I will write your request unless it's another character from the movie/show that's on the list (e.g. Tommy Miller).

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Clint (Freaky Tales)

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Ezra (Prospect)

Lucien Flores (The Uninvited)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Tess Servopoulos (The Last of Us)

Silva (Strange Way of Life) - I will not write x f!reader for Silva

Dave York (The Equalizer 2)

Step 5: Choose a promt!

You can choose up to three of the following prompts or send in your own.

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"And what are you going to do about that?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"I don't like you!" "Finally something we can agree on."

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"Don't play with me."

"It's not your choice."

"Please tell me I can touch you."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"You're still holding back, just let go."

"I don't want you to say that you love me. Love will not fix anything. It just makes everything more complicated."

"Don't look at me like that." "How am I looking at you?"

"I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me, I fucking tried."

"You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known."

"Don't make me jealous."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

"I could make you beg for it." "I would love to see you try."

"I already have a boyfriend." "That's great. Invite him as well."

"It was just a kiss."

"I don't feel like we're close enough to have this type of conversation."

"Oh, jealousy looks good on you."

"Do you still have feelings for me?" "Well, do you still have feelings for me?" "I asked first."

"Three years was not enough to get over you."

"What if someone sees us?"

"You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

"No, I refuse to believe that you would do that to me."

"You're just saying that to be nice. No need to pity me." "What I feel for you is definitely not pity."

Step 6: Have fun!

And if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me!

[neristudy]

Okay, so I've been in Deutschland for like a little more than a month now, and self studying is hella hard. Especially when you don't have the mental power to even open the damn A1.1 book.

So, what am I doing?

First of all, Spotify playlist with 100% German songs. And not just listen passively, but trying to get what the song is about by like 2-5 words I can hear there. Sometimes I am so wrong that the sheer ridiculous makes me remember the meaning when I look it up.

Second of all, I am a ficwriter, I must not forget that. So, what I've been doing? Taking the phrases from Clozemaster as promts, and (with Google Translate + Deepl, when needed) wrote a little paragraph on my random blorbos. I can't put into words how good it is for your comprehension. Maybe I even write a bigger fic fully in German one day.

Also, I am trying to speak the little German I know to natives. It is hard, it is silly, but I am learning, and there's no shame in learning.

[maiiefizz]

Jegulus Promt: Ensure

06.04.24, @jegulus-microfic

517 Words

That's Part 3 (last part)

(can be read as standalone)

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Part 1

Part 2

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It took 3 days of a continuous unusual and silent James.

26 times asking what was wrong.

12 self-esteem dramas.

At least 4 secret phone calls from James.

And 1 morning of waking up alone.

James came back into the room half an hour after regulus woke up.

At home this wouldn't be a rarity because James always goes running in the morning. But on holiday he goes swimming. And at the moment he is absolutely dry.

The day passes, Regulus tries to suppress his worst fears.

And after dinner, the two of them walk along the beach.

Hand in hand, they walk side by side until James suddenly stops.

"Regulus?"

"Potter?"

"Sooo..."

James turns to his boyfriend and takes hold of his other hand.

He starts talking, his voice trembling, and Regulus knows the time has come.

This is going to change everything.

Only he doesn't know yet that it will be for the better.

"So... I've had a little... dilemma in the last few days."

"Oh, and now you suddenly think it's the right time to talk about it?"

James looks puzzled for a moment, but then he has his typical cheeky grin on his face

"Now is the perfect time, love."

Regulus rolls his eyes but looks at James.

"So..."

"James I swear to bloody God, stop saying 'so' and get to the point!"

"Yeah, right, the point. Ehm... I...we've been together for a while now, and... I thought it was time we maybe..." James clears his throat and collects himself for a second. He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks deeply at Regulus. "I love you. I really do. I'm so deeply in love with you. I want to be with you forever and..." He lets go of regulus' hand, reaches into his trouser pocket and kneels down on one knee, "I want more than anything to finally have you as my husband." He shows regulus a ring. Not spectacular, on the contrary, it's a £10 ring from the hotel souvenir shop. But Regulus couldn't care less at the moment. He thought James was breaking up with him.

And ... and now this?

"You stupid arse! I was so scared! I thought that was it! You make such a fuss and and....and then this?"

But then Regulus starts to laugh, realises what situation he's in. His boyfriend of 5 years proposes to him, and he yells at him in response. So he logically starts laughing. "I hate you so much. But I love you even more!" He holds out his hand to James, it shakes. "Go on, get on with your schmaltzy stuff!"

James' panicked expression disappears and he smiles.

"Do you want to m-"

"Yes yes yes yes yes, go on!"

So James puts the ring on him and they both sit on the beach and talk for a long time.

Apparently Regulus' fiancé is just a forgetful klutz, so Regulus has to keep ensuring him that the £10 souvenir ring is okay too, and James ensures Regulus that he's never for a moment in his life thought about ever breaking up.

[lorifragolina]

Hello! I wanted to post all my bingo fills for @harringrovesummerbingo last week but I couldn't, but I hope I could do it before the event ends! I was inspired by "Mine" by Taylor Swift (in Glee version, tbh, I'm afraid I'm not a swiftie XD) and it seems to me really Harringrove coded (but what song is not?).

It was complicated writing it and I'm not sure I could do a decent word, but I hope it fits with the promt.

Hope you enjoy!

Title: Mine

Square & Prompt: C2 "Hold on to love"

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3119

Major Tags: mental issues (mentioned).

Summary: Billy and Steve meet again and feel in love in college, but life is difficult and they have to fight for their love.

Read in on AO3

“I am dreaming or that's you, Harrington?”

Steve suddenly raised his head. It was like he was seeing a ghost of the past.

“Billy?” He said. 

Billy Hargrove put the coffee he had ordered on the table, holding the tray. 

For both of them, the other was the last person they had expected to see there, in a cafe in the campus in Chicago, on a spring Friday at 5 pm.

“Who bailed you, Harrington?” Said Billy later, at the second cup Steve ordered, an hour and a half later. 

Steve looked at the basketball match tickets he had in his hands. She wasn’t anything really, they met in class and started talking, and Steve invited her to the cafeteria two hours before. It was evident that she wouldn’t come. 

“Are you busy, Hargrove?”

They arrive a little late to the match, but anyway, Steve had a good time. He didn’t really follow college basketball, but the girl seemed interested in his team captain past, so it seemed a good idea to him.

Billy seemed happy, though, he was screaming and cheering, and he gave him a beautiful smile when he passed him the beer he bought for him.

Steve had observed Hargrove in the cafe, while he was serving at the tables: he was still muscled as in high school, the blonde curls tied back in a bun and, maybe, a little less tanned, his blue eyes and his signature mocking grin like he remembered. 

It was almost four years since the last time they saw each other, and a lot of things had changed. Steve was changed and he had discovered things about him, and then he accepted those things, thinking he had left behind the bigot atmosphere of a little midwest city. 

Hargrove seemed changed too, his voice was less sharp, when he greeted him before. He seemed really surprised to see him, and maybe a little pleased. He didn’t seem so abrasive when Steve explained briefly that the girl bailed him.

“I worked after graduation… and I traveled a little. I saved for college, but last year I won a scholarship”.

Steve nodded. It was strange they never crossed the campus last year, but Steve wasn’t exactly regular to class. He will be a senior next year and frankly he couldn't say he killed himself studying.

“Well, I‘m here,” Billy stopped in front of his dorm’s door, biting his lips and looking to the ground.

“I had a good time. Thanks for saving me from the shame of being bailed, Billy,” Steve smiled.

“At your service, princess,” Billy answered, regaining for a second the bitchy glimpse he had for Steve in high school.

“Maybe we can grab a drink sometimes?” Steve teased.

Billy nodded lightly. “Why not,” he looked at him with an unreadable expression, something between uncertainty and expectancy. “You know where to find me”.

“Of course. Good night, see you”, Steve waved and went away when Billy closed the door.

Billy stayed a little leaning on the door, catching his breath. Harrington, the last person he thought to see in Chicago, or anywhere. And he was desperate to kiss him goodnight.

They went out for that drink an evening of the same week, reconnecting a little and talking about the good old times; then Steve invited Billy to play basketball with his friends, in the park near his shared apartment, where they often threw parties for the girls too. Steve always invited him, but Billy didn’t always feel comfortable. He wasn’t officially out but his preferences weren't a secret for his closest friends, who were really little at the campus anyway. 

The cafeteria hosted a lot of lgbt events and it didn’t bother him, but for the first time in ages he started feeling uncomfortable again, when he was with Harrington and his gang of college studs, with their gross jokes and posters of boobs. He returned to feel like that scared boy at the high school, worried inside not to seem too queer. 

Steve smiled friendly at him, and Billy felt he was lying to him because he still liked him like in high school, and, although he smoothed a lot his temper, he started feeling some of that old rage of a caged animal; he didn’t want to lose Steve but he didn’t want to lie to him either. 

“It’s all ok, Billy?”

“Yes, why?” Damn, he probably answered too fast. 

“It seems you are avoiding me, lately,” Steve frowned. Billy declined all his invitations in the last two weeks. Steve had to catch him at work to talk to him. “Did I do something?”

“No,” Billy collected the cups from the bar, without looking at him. “I was just busy”.

“You sure?”

Billy nodded. 

“Did you find a girlfriend?” Joked Steve, trying to make him talk. They were not so close he expected Billy to tell him all his life, but he felt a little neglected.

“Of course not, Harrington,” Billy answered drily. The moment was valid as any other. “It would be a boyfriend, in any case,” he deliberately avoided Steve’s eyes and kept washing the plates.

Steve stayed silent for a moment, processing his words, probably. 

“And…” Steve stretched out a little to him.

“No. No boyfriend,” said Billy blushing.

“So you’re free for a drink?”

“What?” Billy was surprised and looked at Steve in the face: he didn’t seem disgusted or bothered by his confession.

“If you’re not avoiding me and you’re not dating anyone, I guess we can go out together, when you finish here”.

“Like…”

“Just a drink, if you want. You’re not avoiding me, right?”

Billy frowned, confused, but he had to nod. He had to be able to be just friends with Steve, he was an adult. Now Steve knew everything about him and still wanted to be with him, it was a progress.

They were sitting together on Steve's sofa, playing video games. Billy wasn’t really good but he enjoyed the ritual with the other guys, they’re playing with one of Steve’s roommates, another senior with whom Steve has been living since their freshmen year. They mocked him a little, as usual, when he dumbly lost the match. 

“Do you want something more?” Said the guy pointing at the empty bottles on the table.

“Oh yes, thanks, a beer for me. Billy?”

“Why not. Do you need help?”

“No, thanks, I’ll be back in a minute”, he disappeared to the kitchen.

“I’m really useless at this, don’t you think?”

“Nah, it’s just you don’t have muscular memory. We've been playing since we were kids”.

Billy pursed his lips, and nodded. His father never allowed him to own or play video games.

Billy chuckled and threw the controller, resting his head on the armrest; Steve smiled at him and got nearer, lightly touching Billy’s knee with his own; Billy felt goosebumps in his nape, but didn’t move his leg, watching Steve lying a little on him.

“Can you believe it?” whispered Steve, near his ear. “We, sitting here like friends. Would you ever have imagined it, back in Hawkins?”

Billy shivered, but tried to smile too. “No, I never thought we could be…” his voice died on his lips, when Steve took his hand and intertwined their fingers. “…friends”.

Steve stared at his eyes, smiling sweetly, and moving insensibly towards him.

“Harrington, but you don’t…” 

“Oh, yes, I do. I play in more than a team,” Steve smiled.

Billy held his breath, speechless. He squinted his eyes, because he couldn’t do differently.

“Here you are your beer, guys, sorry for the wait”.

Steve’s roommate came back from the kitchen and they moved apart abruptly.

Billy hid in the bathroom for several minutes; he couldn’t hear well, he was surely confused. Even if he could have feelings with Steve, he surely had misread the signals: they were just buddies.

“Billy?” Steve knocked on the door. “Are you ok?”

Billy opened the door after thirty seconds. “Yeah, sure,” he passed at Steve’s side without looking at him; Steve stopped him grabbing his arm.

“Billy, wait!”

Billy freezed and looked frantically at the corridor behind Steve, and Steve sighed.

“Oh… ok. Billy, don’t worry, they are…” Billy stiffened. Steve let him go but insisted on taking a walk with him.

On the way, he told Billy that he had coming to terms with his bisexuality just after graduation, when he was still in Hawkins and started dating Eddie Munson; Billy was frankly surprised, but he wasn’t able to let himself go and relax; and when they got nearer to the dorm, he was afraid of how they could say goodnight. 

Apparently, Steve didn’t want to leave him so early, so he proposed to walk to the lake, and talk for a while more. Billy pursed his lips and nodded, frankly unable to leave Steve either. 

They sat in a bench near the water, and they stayed there in silence, just listening to their thoughts going at a crazy speed; Steve sighed and reached his hand and brushed it softly; Billy leant in the touch for a fraction of second, but moved away immediately. Steve insisted and got a little near again, staring at his lips.

Billy cowed. 

“Steve, I’m not…”

“I like you,” whispered Steve. “More than I expected, Billy, seriously”.

“I… I’m not… good at it. I’m not… ready”.

“But do you like me?”

Billy suddenly looked him in the eyes, blushing. He didn’t need to put it in words, and Steve smiled a little.

“There is no rush, Billy. Let's figure it out together, ok?”

Billy nodded, shivering a little. Steve smiled sweetly, caressing Billy’s cheek and nape. Billy let him push his head and closed his eyes. 

Steve brushed his lips in a little kiss, but after a second, Billy moved his head. Every fiber of his body wanted to run away, but he forced himself to breath and calm down a little.

Billy leant his head on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve put his arm around him. 

It was the first time in Billy’s life he felt safe and protected.

If Steve had a virtue, it was consistency. Billy was still afraid, but during this summer he couldn’t resist Steve's charms; he was caring, patient and loving, and Billy fell in love with him like he had never felt before. He was worried about Steve’s friends and roommates, but it wasn’t a big deal. They were cool when Billy started to sleep sometimes in Steve’s room; the dorm wasn’t exactly private, and Steve let him leave some of his things in the house. 

“I love you,” said Steve one day, when they were walking by the lake. Billy liked that place, far from the noise of his job and of Steve’s apartment, when they could talk and take each other's hands and stay silent, if they felt like that.

Billy stayed silent, and Steve felt a little disappointed, although he tried to hide it. He took Billy’s hand instead, kissing it. He knew that Billy still had fear of not being enough, and he was determined to make him let his guard down. 

“I love you,” whispered Billy one day, in november, cuddling in Steve’s bed. His voice was so low that Steve thought he was dreaming, but Billy hugged him tight, snuggling in his nape, and Steve knew it was true.

Steve graduated, and the months before his graduation were the happiest in Billy’s life: he felt loved and little by little he lost his fear to love; they had friends and they could look at their future with a little hope. 

The only dark spot, that Billy saw late, was that his studies become more difficult, he felt mentally tired at the end of the academic year, and a little envious of Steve who already graduated and was finally ready to live his real life in the world outside. In a little, hidden corner of his mind, he was also afraid that Steve would want to go away and leave him behind.

He should have felt reassured when Steve accepted a job there in Chicago, in an office near the campus, and asked him to move in together. Billy was happy, obviously, but those intrusive thoughts didn’t go away. 

They were not exactly short of money, but they didn’t have enough to waste; Billy kept his job although he took a bit longer to go there, and he also had to study hard for his graduation; Steve started to keep some double shifts to make more money, so they didn’t see each other often at home. Billy grew frustrated week by week. He knew that Steve had found some jobs in other cities, but he didn’t consider applying.

Billy had a constant headache when Steve came home at night after his double shift. Billy  insisted on waiting for him and trying to study in the meantime; he didn’t have enough sleep because he had to wake up early for work and class, and he was always tired and irritated. Sometimes Steve came near to him in the bed, but four times out of five he pushed him away. 

Steve tried to show him his affection and love anyway, but he wasn’t perfect either, and he felt frustrated; he started to talk less to Billy and search him less in the bed. 

It was an hour and a half that Billy was trying to understand the page he was reading; he looked at the clock, past 1 in the morning and Steve wasn’t still at home. He knew he was working and they had the inventory those days, but he kept feeling unsure. He knew he wasn’t the best company in those weeks.

He heard the keys in the door and a loud sigh while Steve entered and took off the shoes.

“You’re still up?” said Steve sharply, looking at him with a tired look.

“I’m studying,” Billy answered with the same tone. 

“You should have some sleep”.

Billy felt irritated by those words. He was waiting for Steve, after all.

“You could return home earlier,” he answered back without raising his eyes. He felt a familiar tickle in his neck. He felt short fused lately, and it wasn’t the first time they started an argument with the exact words. 

Steve snorted. He too knew that would take them to an argument, but he was tired, he just wanted to sleep and he didn’t want to feel guilty for Billy's tiredness. 

“I have to work, you know,” he snapped, fed up. 

Billy closed his book. “What do you mean? Maybe I don’t have to work? I have to work and study those stupid things!” he stood suddenly, clenching his fists, fighting with the tears. He didn’t want to cry at that moment. 

“I just said you may need more sleep”.

“And I said you can come home earlier”.

“I can’t. We need the money… and you need to rest, baby, your studies…” Steve tried to talk more calmly, to turn off the argument, but Billy was trembling. 

“I can’t, don’t you fucking see that I can’t? I study and study and study and try and I can’t!” He looked angrily at Steve, now he was unable to stop himself. “I’m too stupid, you’re already graduated, why don’t you leave me if it’s so hard living with me?”

“But, Billy…” Steve felt heartbroken. They were so happy when they moved together. He was still so happy when he thought about their life, he was still hoping it was only a bad moment, until Billy’s graduation. He still loved him madly, but he didn’t have all the answers.

“No, I don’t want to talk, why don’t you go to Boston if you’re so miserable here? No,” he snapped again, a hand on the handle. “It’s over!” He yelled, running away. 

Steve stood still for a moment, surprised and clueless. He was drowsy and he only wanted to go to bed, and he wasn’t sure of what had just happened.

“Billy!” He jiggled, running behind him.

Billy hated it, feeling so useless and being a burden for Steve. He knew, since the beginning, that it couldn’t end well. It never ended well; Steve had enough of him, although he always said that he loved him and he was happy even if they had to struggle a little until Billy’s graduation; he was just unable at making Steve happy; at making anyone happy. 

The air was cold and thin, nobody was in the street and he had left in his slippers, he didn’t mind of the tears running on his cheeks, at that point; he raised his head and he saw the lake, and his heart sink, remembering how happy he had been there, and how stupid he was, believing he deserved even a little of it.

“Billy,” Steve was behind him, two dark circles around his eyes, a tense face. “Billy, please, listen to me”.

Billy felt a bitter rage growing inside him. Why didn’t Steve surrender and leave him? Why did he leave that to him? He could barely think, but he was ready for the shot. Steve deserved better.

“No!” He cried again. “Go away, Harrington! Leave me alone!” He took a few steps again to walk away. “You’ll be better without me!”

“Shit, Billy, could you fucking stop!” Steve yelled, and Billy freezed, surprused. “Stop doing this, stop… stop fucking up everything!” 

He was crying too, but he felt better yelling, and Billy got pale and scared.

“Stop saying I have to leave, I don’t want to leave you! If you want to break up with me… have the guts to do it yourself!”

“I… I don’t…” Billy covered his face with his hands. 

Steve sighed, and took Billy’s hand, trying to calm both of them down. “Ok, Billy, it’s ok. It’s alright, come here,” he pulled Billy into his arms, and Billy bursted up crying.

“Come on… Come on, come with me”.

Steve pushed him gently to their favorite bench. 

“Why don’t you tell me that you’re struggling with your studies?” Steve caresses his head sweetly. “I can help you”.

Billy sniffed, shivering. “You don’t… you have too much to work…”

“Billy, do you remember when I tried to kiss you for the first time?” Billy nodded. “Do you remember what we said? We will figure it out together”.

Billy whined. “I don’t want to… stop you… I don’t deserve it”

Steve sighed, lifting Billy’s face to look into his eyes. 

“Billy, stop. I’ll… I’ll never leave you, Billy, I love you… I love you so much…”

“I love you too…”

“You are the best thing that’s ever been mine, Billy”.

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

so, y'all remember Joseph Tommas Riley, aka Simon 'Ghost' Riley's nephew that died in the comics??? I have seen some fics floating around the internet, about how things would turn out if Joseph survived and Simon had to drop out of the military to raise him.

I wrote one to those, expect that it's a little different. Instead of Joseph surviving the chrismass shooting, and Simon finding him and raising him, his 5 yo ass gets swaped with some other todlers corpse. Simon doesn't know this. Simon thinks his nephew is dead.

this idea quite frankly has endless possibilities, and I need people to get on this. Like, are you kidding??? The potential??? The angst??? the fluffy ending???

Joseph is a whole baby, like, that is a 5 year old boy. We can quite literally create a whole character for him.

does Roba take him to experiment and actually succeeds to brainwash someone only to make lil Joey a teen soldier to kill The Ghost?

Does he somehow end up getting adopted by the shadow company?

Does he get recused by Alejandro and Rudy? Roba was based in Mexico after all... Maybe El Si Nombre runs into him as she's expanding her territory, who knows?

Does Makarov get him in the end and uses him to blackmail Price? Fuck, does Makarov turn him into a child soldier?

The possibilities are fucking endless!!!

Do you know the amount of shit I can do with this kid?? Do you know how much trauma I can make this kid go through before his uncle even realizes that he's alive???

Anyhow, you have to wonder no longer have to wonder, bc I wrote this, and it's currently 26 chapters and 57k words. And btw, I went with the last promt, about him ending up in Makarov's hands and being used for leveradge. (plot twist, I gave Vladimir Makarov a son (my oc) named Sergei Makarov. He's Joseph's age and hates his dad. That's all I'm gonna say) anyway, here's the link to that :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828328/chapters/123176245

[keaganz]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest Black Friday event.

Promt: I am giving thanks /word count: 5,747 /Rating: Mature /Relationship: Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson /POV: multiple /CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars /Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

*Disclaimer author has a concussion while writing this and has inserted a recent concert anecdote.*

🎵I'm not strong enough to stay away

Can't run from you

I just run back to you

Like a moth, I'm drawn into your flame

Say my name, but it's not the same

You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride

And my soul surrenders and you bring my heart to its knees🎵

Eddie closes the lid of his laptop as he let's out a sigh. He takes out his earbuds and takes his long curly hair out of the hastily topknot holding it captive and runs his hands through his hair. He just ended an online interview with Nick Nocturnal, for his Metalcore centred YouTube channel. They had actually scheduled it to be a in person interview in Nick’s studio so they could also play together but Corroded Coffin's upcoming touring schedule had disrupted that. He hated doing online interviews, in his opinion it stripped it of the genuine human connection, but Nick was a good friend and had helped get them on the map. Now it was a good distraction, it was nearing the four year anniversary of meeting his soulmate, love of his life, his princess Leia and sadly let her slip through his fingers a mere six hours later.

The song he wrote about her had exploded on tiktok and catapulted them from the underground Metalcore scene into mainstream metal scene. Princess With a Nailbat was Corroded Coffins' first song to enter the charts and went as high as number 5. He had seen her sitting in the food court of the San Diego ComicCon, alone and watching something completely engrossed on her phone, absentmindedly eating a taco. She had been wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt under it. Her beautiful face is marred with incredibly intricate special effects makeup, making it seem like she had been in a fight recently. Her long honey brown hair pulled up in a messy high ponytail. She had tied a red bandana around her head to keep her fringe out of her eyes. A baseball bat with nails protruding from the top sat propped up on the chair next to her. He felt a bit like a stalker for just standing there watching her, but to onlookers, it just looked like he was just looking off into the hall.

He watches a group of guys pointing at her and talking amongst each other, before a guy dressed in a sheriff's outfit leaves them and walks over to her. Eddie frowns as he takes a large sip of his over priced lukewarm Coke. He figures that he's lost his shot at approaching her, he's about to turn and walk away when he notices that her body is rigid and she is doing her best to politely send the guy packing. His frown deepens as minutes pass and he still hasn't taken the hint. He thought that his days of saving lost sheep from school yard bullies was over, listen at heart he's a coward and would run than fight. While he has had a few long-term romantic partners and a notorious flirt he is by no means a player. After waiting a few more minutes, spent debating himself, he takes a deep breath and channels his stage persona.

He confidential walks over and places his cup on her food tray “ I'm so sorry it took so long Sweetheart, you won't believe how long the line for the restroom was.” He looks down at her praying she correctly reads his intentions. Their eyes meet and his smile turns from sly and slik to warm and goofy. She blinks up at him before, her eyes light up and smiles “I ate your taco though, I know how you hate soggy salad” The guy sitting across from her aggressively clears his throat and glares up at Eddie. Eddie is still recovering from snorting so hard at her ridiculous answer as he turns to him. “Oh I didn't see you there, what are you supposed to be? Paul Blart the mall cop?”. His ego inflates slightly and His heart swell when she let's out a deep belly laugh, spitting out some of his Pepsi. And boy does that sound and the thought of her sucking his straw make his dick kick in interest. If looks could kill Eddie would have dropped dead with how hard he was getting glaring at “ I should have known you would only be interested in tattooed bad boys. Don't come crying to me when he runs you through and leavers you with a child. I was just being a nice guy! And complimenting your Negan cosplay. But you're just a vapid bitch and his bat has barbed wire wrapped around it not nails.” He angrily gets up, just as Eddie is about to rip him a new one she speaks up “ I don't know who Negan is or why he has barbed wire around his bat. But my nailbat is made to kill Demogorgons and nail the balls of assholes to the floor.” If he wasn't in love before he now absolutely is and it has nothing to do with all of his blood rushing to his cock. “That’s your hint to take a fucking hike, asshole”.

Eddie had learnt that her name was Stephanie but she preferred to be called Steph or Stephie, that she was here as a chaperone, babysitter, to a group of six teens that would be going to high-school in the fall. She had just graduated from high school and worked retail with her best friend. Her telling him she knew near to nothing from ‘Goblins and Goobers’, did break his heart a little, and he had dramatically clutched his arm, saying she had killed him. Her laugh at his dramatics made it better. They spend the next few hours just talking and laughing. He daringly kisses her hand and cheek once or twice. They briefly separate when her ‘kids’ are finished with their booked activity. She gives him a napkin with her hotel and room number on it.

Eddie couldn't believe he was standing in some random hotel elevator to have a hook up with this gorgeous brunette that was way out his league. Is this how it feels to have groupies? Or in this situation be the groupie. It may have been presumptuous but he had gone out and bought a new box of condoms and a bottle of tingling lube, his uncle Wayne had made sure Eddie never forgot the saying ‘no glove no love’. Don't get him wrong Eddie would love to be a parent but not at twenty-three and not while he's not financially stable. He was still working at Starbucks, when he wasn't playing with his band. He had dreams of becoming big. He steps out of the elevator on her floor and looks at the sign to see which way to go. Back to the matter at hand, he hadn't Just gotten rubbers, he had also gotten some fancy pasta dish and some cans of coke. He had spent way too long debating himself on if bringing a wine bottle would be appropriate or not. He didn't want her to think him a creep or have nefarious intentions.

As he walks down the hallway he suddenly starts doubting himself and becomes self conscious, what if he misread the situation, what if can't get it up or worse he can't give her pleasure. Before he can fully spiral he finds himself in front of her room. He takes a few minutes to compose himself and runs his free hand through his hair, hoping he didn't mess it up before knocking. Jumps back a bit as the door gets pulled open with a lot of force “ I swear Dustin ….. this is embarrassing. Can I uh do this again?” He desperately wanted to see how far down her blush goes, his eyes snap back up to her face and smiles at her. “If it makes you feel better then sure sweetheart. But just outta curiosity what did he do and do you need me to give him a stern talking too?” He leans against the door post, in what he hopes is a seductive pose. She snorts and places her hands on her hips, he can't help his eyes flicking down to her voluptuous hips and thick thighs encased in a pair of green gym shorts. As she starts talking his eyes shoot back up to her face, both their cheeks heating up. “Just give me a minute and ..yeah.. just “ Eddie steps back as she closes the door.

He checks his phone as it pinged, he looks up and nearly drops his phone as Steph opens the door again. Gone are her gym shorts and baggy shirt, she's now draped in fluffy white robe. She tied the sash tightly around her waist, emphasising her hips and thighs, and causing the fabric to stretch and drape around her full breasts. The way it drapes open, he can clearly see she isn't wearing a bar, he can't help swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth or his suddenly too tight pants. “ Hi, can I help you?” He fumbles over his words before managing to get out a somewhat coherent sentence “I .. uh … brought pasta?” He pathetically holds up his plastic bag. Her eyes light up as she laughs. “I guess dessert can wait” she turns around and walks into the room. He lets his eyes roam down her back, to her ample bubble butt and down her legs. As he steps inside the room, pulling the door closed behind him he sees lage gnarly scar on the back of her lower left thigh. “Sweetheart, did you get that in the mall fire?” She turns to look at him as she makes space on the small table in the corner. The movement makes her robe fall more open, baring her breasts to him. He can feel all of his blood rushing down into his groin, he not so subtlety adjusts himself in his jeans. He completely misses what she says and blinks owlishly at her for a few seconds. “ I'm sorry … Could you repeat that? I was uh distracted”. She gives him a quick once over and bites her lip. “It's a dog bite. The gremlins were playing in the junkyard And got pinned in an old school bus by a pack of stray dogs. My bat came in handy but one got a chunk of me “ He can tell it's a bad memory by the way her brows scrunch up and her eyes get A far off scared look. Eddie reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. “Your kids are safe, you did such a good job protecting them. Such a good Mamma”

He couldn't believe he had just called her that. Tiktok does cause brain rot and apparently he isn't immune to it. He was about to backpedal his words so fast and hoped she wouldn't kick him out. But she actually let out a breathy moan and turned her head to kiss his palm. Either she has a praise kink or it really was being called a mom, he decides to test the waters a bit. “You want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” He grips her chin lightly and makes her look at him. She licks her lips nodding “ Can you give me a verbal answer baby?” Her voice sounds breathy and an octave higher “Yeah I wanna be a good Mamma” He sees her pupils dilating and can feel her body relaxing “Sweetheart, your feeling floaty yeah? You know what's going on?” “mmmm Yeah, normally don't float so fast” He can't believe his luck, not only does she have a fantastic personality, incredible body but she's a Sub that's aware of it. “You have a safe word, Mamma? Anything you really don't like?” He lets go of her chin and trails his fingers down her throat and to her chest, pushing her rode fully open. the action fully exposes her breasts to his gaze, her dusky rose nipples hardening to pebbles.

Her breath hitches as she shrugs the robe of her shoulder, effectively trapping her arms. He reaches out and pinches a nipple before twisting it, her answering moan goes straight to dick. “ Mamma, I asked you a question. I want your safe word and what you don't like” She whines, arching her back, pushing her breasts out “Demodog, don't call me stupid or bullshit. I just want to be good for you, Daddy” He tries to figure out what a Demodog is when his brain short-circuits at being called Daddy. It almost makes him cream his pants, apparently getting called Daddy really does it for him. “Yeah you wanna be Daddy's good little slut?” He pinches and rolls a nipple between his fingers as he simultaneously frees himself from the confines of his jeans. She whines at the sight of his hard and purpling dick that's slowly dribbling. While he was shorter than average and curved to the left, his more than average girth made up for his shortcomings. He does unconsciously let out a pleased breath at her enthusiastic moan. “You like what you see baby?” She nods her head, wetting her lips. He slaps her nearest breast making sure to be mindful of rings “Words Mama. I know you're a smart and good girl, so you can do that, for Daddy right?”. She whined at the hit “ ‘Mmmm sorry Daddy. I don't like long dicks. I love sucking dick, but I gag quickly, I don't like that. I don't want to gag Daddy.” Her eyes water as she gives him a pleading look.

“Such a good girl, telling me. I'm not going to make such a pretty Mamma gag on my cock, I'd rather see you tear up from pleasure” He strokes her cheek softly before getting comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs wide. He reaches behind himself, feeling around for a throw pillow. He brings it a front of himself before dropping it down between his feet. “Come here baby, got you a nice comfy seat” Steph shrugs the bathrobe up, so she's properly wearing it but he clicks her tounge. “No Mamma, don't cover up your gorgeous titts. Leave it open” She bites her lower lip as she seductively lets it drop to the ground. He lets out a pained groan as he takes all of her in. His eyes get drawn to her neatly trimmed and groomed vulva. He watches her subtlety rubbing her thick muscular thighs together. He is transfixed as the short hairs start glistening with the slik she's leaking. He shakes himself out of his stupor and swallows a few times. “How did I ever get so lucky princess? Just look at you! So beautiful and so strong. Come here baby.” He reaches out and lightly grips her hips pulling her close.

Steph willingly lets him manhandle her to sit comfortably between his knees. He looks down at her, and has to squeeze his base. He thanks eversingle deity he can think of, he must have maxed out his good and luck states in a past life. He grips chin, and once again marvels at how reactive she is to him. Her mouth opens and sticks her tongue out, and before he can really process it he spits into her mouth. Her eyes roll back and her body starts quivering but she doesn't swallow. He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “What a good Mama, waiting to be told to swallow. Beautiful, strong and oh so obedient. So perfect for me. I think you deserve your treat now” He slides his hand from her chin down to her throat. She whines through her nose as he squeezes her throat briefly before moving his hand to the back of her neck. “Tap my thigh twice, if it gets to much” “Yes daddy” Her voice sounds muffled because she's still holding her tongue out.

He messages her neck briefly before lightly pushing her head towards his angry looking dick. With his other hand he taps the leaking mushroomd head against her tounge. Steph flattens her tongue as she licks it in-between the tapping. “Go on sweetheart. Enjoy your well deserved treat” He keeps his hand resting gently against the back of her neck. Step looks up at him as she kisses the head before swallowing him whole. Her lips stretch obscenely wide to accommodate his girth. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back as she tongues his slit, coupled with the perfect amount of suction. He rubs her neck gently “That’s it Mama, you're sinfully good at this. I wish I could just have sitting just like this while I write music. You'd be so good at cock warming princess. Yeah, you like that idea?” He strokes her cheek as she moans at the received praise. The vibrations around his cock feel heavenly and making him twitch, that he can feel throw the cheek he's stroking. He can feel his orgasem quickly approaching, as she starts bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around him. He watches his cock effortlessly gliding between her puffy spit slicked lips. He notices a trail of spittle dripping down her chin and landing on her chest “ Mama, will you let me paint your titts white? Let me mark you as mine?” He takes he answering moan as a yes. He gently but firmly takes a handful of the hair of the back of her neck and pulls her head back, baring her throat. He grips his cock as it leaves her mouth with a wet pop and furiously strokes himself a few times befor exploding on her chest.

Eddie gets harshly pulled from his memory as Gareth loudly opens the door and walks in. “Come on dude! We need to get to sound check before the meet and greet starts! So hurry up and get going. Your princess with a Nailbat will absolutely be waiting for you in your dreams” Gareth snickers loudly at getting flipped off by him. The band had come to the conclusion early on that the standard meet and greet set up, them just standing their and getting just a few seconds for a quick picture and a hello, just wasn't working for them. So they started adding one of two songs during ‘sound check’. They didn't like the up pricing of the VIP upgraded tickets so they made it a raffle, people could enter by adding their order number for their tickets. They could only do this when playing smaller venues. They where already on stage just messing around when a toddler with wild curly hair in a half down half updo wearing a clearly homemade CC shirt and pastel pink pyjama pants with unicorns on them and pair of black headphones on with red glitter horns on them. They are all taken aback but then two girls follow t on her heels, as well as others. The girl with natural red hair pics up the toddler. “Bug you can't just run off like that” “ sowwy Max”. Eddie after smiling and waving at other people turns to the girl holding the toddler “ Hi, aren't you a pretty little princess. I'm Eddie, what's your name?” The toddler gasps and starts bouncing, in who he presumes yo be Max's arms. “ Max you hear tat? he's also called Eddy!” Eddie blinks and looks at Max but a boy with curly brown hair answers “ Her name is Edith but she gets called Winny or Edy”

Eddie's mesmerised watching Winny jumping and dancing around to them playing. He plays the first notes of Princess With a Nailbat and he can't help smiling wildly, imagining what it would be like to watching own children doing the same. Something at the back of the room catches her attention and she runs off and gets scooped up by who he thinks must be a parent. His fingers falter and his breath hitches when he watches mother and daughter coming closer. “ …. Steph?” He ignores the looks from his friends and the fans as he jumps off stage.

Steph falters as she watches him jump down and approach them. “ ….Eddie?” “Princess, or should I say queen?” She follows his gaze landing on the little girl in arms. “ Mama, we share a name!” She smiles at her daughter “ I know bug. I wanted you to have something of your dad's and his name was all I could give you” She looks at Eddie, guilt written clearly on her face. “ YOU SLEPT WITH THE EDDIE MUNSON? Why didn't you tell me.” “I can't believe he slept with y….. What The Fuck Max!” Steph and Eddie both realise they have an audience. She glares at the party “Mike language! What have I told you about cussing around Edith?! Dustin you were fourteen, in my defence I didn't know!” “ That's partly my fault, but I think we should take this somewhere more private.” She's faced multiple interdimensional monster and been to a different dimension but she can't help feeling scared. She can see the other fans looking at her, some with their phones out. Eddie angles his body in front of them. “Sorry to cut this short, and we would really appreciate it if you would delete everything. We are normally really chill about breaking the no phone rule. Eddie deserves this to stay a private matter for the time being, until this get sorted out.” Steph tense as she watches a petite woman with long strawberry blonde hair walk past them. She feels a long callusesd fingers intertwined with her free hand, she looks down at her hand before looking up at Eddie who's still facing the crowd. “Thanks Chrissy” She can't help feel judged as the woman frowns at them before nodding and turning to coral the crowd.

She feels him squeezing her hand as he gently tugs her long. She follows him through the bowels of the venue to a back exit and onto their bus. Her daughter talking the whole time, with him answering her enthusiastically. “And this is where we sleep” He makes some room for her To sit down “ you can put her down, she can look around” “Are you sure? She gets into anything that isn't bolted down” she sits and and puts Her on the seat next to her “ OK bug I need you to behave for a bit while I talk to …Eddie” “Ok” She smiles as Edith shimmys of the seat “Is it … can I.. can I give her a hug?” She can tell how nervous he is and nods. Her eyes tear up as she watches father and daughter hug for the first time. They both start speaking at once. “You go first sweetheart, my story isn't that exciting” Steph nods and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “ I want to stress it was never my intention to hide her or keep her from you. I didn't even know this was your band. I'm just the chaperone” As She spoke he moved to sit next to her and took her hands in his “ I had left a note in your pocket but I think it got lost or something. Because I felt like we had a true connection but then you didn't text or call me. I felt silly and thought it was just in my head.” “ No! I felt it too. Our biggest song I wrote about you. You can ask anyone that I wouldn't shut up about you for months.” He strokes her cheek softly and wipes away a tear with his thumb. “ I didn't know I was pregnant with her until November. Between that night and then I had only slept with you, so I knew it could only be yours. Because before that the only other guy I slept with died in the mall fire I told you about. I didn't have any other information than your name, that you worked at Starbucks and have a band. But I'm guessing you don't work at Starbucks anymore?” She feels herself relaxing as he laughs at that and leans into her “ Thank Fuck for that….” He slaps his hand in front of his mouth “Shit. FUCK… I mean damn it” she can't help it as she bursts out laughing. “It's okay, you'll get the hang of it … I.. you don't …” “ I WANT!” He clears his throat and rubs his neck “ I mean, yes I want to be part of her life, in any way” Steph can't help getting her hopes up as she turns in her seat to better look at him. They just sitting there looking at each other for a few moments “ Edy Can you come here bug?” She looks down at her daughter before picking her up. “Edith, bug would you be OK if Eddie would be a part of our lives?” The toddler looks between the two adults “Like ‘Bobin?” Steph shakes her head and quickly clarify when she sees his crestfallen face “ No bug not like auntie Bobin, as your dad. Robin is my platonic soulmate, she lives with us.”

After a few seconds the toddler nods and moves on his Eddie's lap and traces the tattoo on his throat. “He has pictures on his skin”. The knarred screaming face of a bat sits at the base of his throat, the tip of its wings reaching up towards the back of his jaw, gracing just before his earlobes. Swirling tentacles jutted out from the body of the bat. He carefully wraps his arms around his daughter and holds her tight. “Yes he does bug, he has lots on his arms and chest and legs but that one's new.” He moves his head so she can better trace it. “Yeah, just got four months ago. It isn't to scary for her?” “Oh no, her uncles are all obsessed with that dragons game and magic cards. She doesn't know any better”

They spend a while just talking when Eddie notices his daughter had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how grateful I am. Your well with in your rights to tell me to fuck off! Whatever you two need, I'll help” She takes a picture of father and daughter wrapped up in each other. “I owe my own house, I have a trust fund and family that helps out. Hawkins housing market collapsed and my parents signed it over to me when they found out I wasn't going to leave” He Tightens his grip on his daughter “ Hawkins?! You're from Hawkins … fuck me! Are you safe?” Steph holds her hand up “Slow down. It's safe, we are safe. She was born just after the earthquake hit” Steph pushes her hair away to show hearing aids “I got a concussion during Starcourt Mall, it caused some hearing loss and during the quake I got another one, it's why I went into early labour. We spent a while in the hospital, but we are both okay. She's perfectly healthy.”

His eyes went wide listening to her. He knew about her being involved in a mall fire, she still had some bruises and a healing burn. He had seen the scarring on her hip from a dog attack. “Fuck!” He lets out a breath “I need to rename the song to Queen with a Nailbat. Sweetheart you're metal as fuck. But I am going to have a word with whoever let you get hurt” “It's not the party's fault. One of their friends was labelled a satanic murder, the police wouldn't listen to them. The real killer kidnapped Max and hurt her, that's one of my kids, you know” His eyes nearly pop out of his head with how wide they go. “ Jezus H. Christ! I'm going to wrap you up in bubble wrap and not let you out of my sight!” He Watches her face as she swallows “ …. You mean that? I don't just have Edith, I am Max's legal guardian. Her mother died in the earthquake” You don't need to just say that, I won't keep her from you.” “Sweetheart, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. My best dreams are those in which we build a life together. I've written so many songs about you. You know I tried bribing the hotel personnel for your information, but they just said ‘privacy act. I named the song Princess With a Nailbat, hoping you would hear It and show up at a show. That uh .. is my favourite fantasy” He waggled his eyebrows as he said it. His heart melts at her laughing. “I did see a lot of girls holding up inflatable nailbats, who ever came up with them must be rich now.”

They both look up as there's a knock on the door before Chrissy steps in ��Hey Eddie, you need to start to get ready. Steph, right? The party is waiting with the rest of the band in the greenroom. " “Thank you, Chrissy, realy. Can you believe it? I have a daughter, isn't she just precious?” He notices Steph tensing up again. “I'm sorry, Steph, you seem like a nice woman and all, but for all we know, you're trying to pass the kid off as Eddie's or a payday.” He glares at her and struggles to stand up without waking up Edith “What he'll Chris?...” Steph stands up and takes her daughter “ No It's fine, I don't mind her taking a paternity test. Have a good show, Eddie.” She smiles as she exits the bus. “ What The Actual Fuck Christine?! I just found her again and you're sending her away!” “Don't be naive, Eds. You spent a day with her four years ago and she suddenly appears with a kid. And yes her hair is a lot like yours. But” she holds her hand up to stop him interrupting The song has been out for nearly just as long and she just now shows up?! She most likely just wants money” He snorts and glares at her “She owns her own house, has a trust fund and a job. And the reason she didn't know about the song is because she's from Hawkins! She got a second bad concussion in the earthquake that not only pushed her into an early labour it also gave her major hearing loss. It also is the reason she's Max's legal guardian because her mother died! She doesn't want money! She even apologised multiple times for not knowing how to reach me and to keep me from Edith!” His chest is heaving at how upset he is, his anger subsides slightly at seeing her shocked face “And I don't care even if she wasn't, I'm not letting them go. I'll adopt her If I have to!” He pushes past her and angrily stomps off the greenroom.

He's in a sour mood when he reaches his band mates. His mood improves when he starts gushing about his daughter and her mother. He gets increasingly more nervous as their set time approaches. Just before they go on, he gets a notification on his phone. He pulls out a phone and unlocks it, and opens up the message. He smiles as he sees his baby, still a bit sleepy in her mothers arms. She has her headphones on it, and it looks like they are on the balcony. “Good luck, Daddy!”. He rewatches a few times and shows it to his friends. When They finally go on stage, he's still smiling like a loon. About halfway through the set, Eddie checks in with the crowd. “Four years ago, I was still a batista, and all of this was just a pipe dream. Then, at San Diego ComicCon, I saw the most beautiful girl cosplaying as Nega, at least I thought so. Turns out she had a baseball bat with nails hammered through it” This gets the crowd laughing and whooping “I was given the chance to meet her, and it turns out she was an absolute ba…. nice person. We spent the day together and she asked me to her hotel room” He grins as this gets hell yeahs, he shushes them “I was stupid and let my princess go. Yeah, I know, stupid, right?” “And we had to suffer through his moping, complaining and whining” Jeff snickers as dodges getting hit by Eddie “Anyway it made me write the soul reason we are all here tonight But I made a mistake” He has to hush the crowd at this, and it takes a full minute. “This gorgeous, resilient, and selfless princess has put her own safety on the line for her family. I am so grateful that she found her way back to me and has given me the best gift ever. She isn't a princess. She's a QUEEN! So sweetheat, I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you” the crowd whoops and yells. He spots Max in the front, alternating between holding up six and five fingers he frowns “Six five six, what are you …. oh…OH. I will definitely try! The chafing will be worth it!” He starts playing Princess With a Nailbat.

*bonus*

“Oh My God Mike! I can't believe you just punched a woman in a wheelchair in her face!” The boy in question sputters and looks thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal as they try and make their way to the others. “I didn't punch her Dustin. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to! And you know it!” Dustin is trying his best not to laugh at his friend “ Yeah, but you did punch her in the face!” “You saw it! It was absolutely an accident! I didn't see her and she didn't see me!” He's getting incredibly more agitated and embarrassed as people around them glare at him. “Hey Stepth! Mike punched a woman in a wheelchair with her face!” “What The fuck Mike!” She glares at him, unable to place her hands in her hips because she's holding Edith.The others in unisens call out language. Mike hufss and puffs. “ I didn't outright punch her! Dustin and I were talking with some other guy. I was gesturing with my arms and I don't know! I didn't see her and she didn't see me and it just happened!” “ He totally punched her” “Jezus H. Christ” Eddie had managed to go unseen by the crowd and wraps his arms around Steph from behind. “What did you do to rile your mother up now?” “Your son punched a wheelchair user. You deal with it, I need to pee”

[wonda-ch]

Writemas day 5

Part two for Justin's story as part of writemas 2024 by @agirlandherquill There will be at least one more part. Tw. for this one, a wounded animal. wordcount 408 Find the promt list here Chosen prompts: Sobbing; The whispers of the wind

You can also read here on AO3 Or part one here on tumblr

---- Helpless and alone (Part two)

"He's here!" David called to his sister, already sliding down the small embankment. The light of his flashlight flickered like a wisp through the forest until he regained a firm grip and could get a sense of the situation.

Justin was coming towards him. He was shaking and immediately wrapped his arms around David's neck and burst into sobs.

"We're here now, don't be afraid, sweetheart," David reassured him, stroking his back.

A second figure appeared at the edge of the embankment and climbed down nimbly. The broad-shouldered woman stroked Justin's cheek and examined him carefully. "Are you all right, precious? You scared me half to death with your confused babbling."

"I'm fine... only my friend." Justin stammered and pointed behind him.

In the light of the searching flashlight, the deer flinched, unable to escape the new potential threat. Without shining the light directly on it, Lia walked over and crouched down in front of it, examining it meticulously.

She didn't need her experience with horses to know that the angle of the leg wasn't right, but it told her that the injury didn't bode well. Some of the vines had wrapped around the poor creature's hind legs, causing superficial damage there as well.

Presumably, the mud that covered the exhausted animal was hiding further wounds.

Sighing deeply, she looked back at Justin, who was still sobbing on David's shoulder.

"Get him to the car, David. He's completely frozen."

David managed only slowly to persuade his distraught friend to leave. She heard repeated, mangled attempts at explanations between sobs, followed by loving words of comfort, accompanied by the whispers of the wind.

She couldn't think of any words of comfort for what she needed to do. Nevertheless, she spoke to the animal calmly and softly.

"It looks like you saved him from making a stupid mistake by jumping in front of the car. Thank you for that. I'm so sorry, little one."

Slowly, so as not to frighten the animal unnecessarily, she drew her gun from its holster. She positioned herself and released the safety catch. The deer's ears pricked up in the direction of the metallic sound.

"NO!" it screeched loudly behind her. She was certain that he would not agree, she could only hope that tomorrow, in a sober and less agitated state, he would be able to see the world more clearly.

She took a deep breath...

 ... and her blood froze in her veins.

[moontyuns]

Hello!!! Can i request a Beomgyu drabble with the kiss promt "if you win, i'll kiss you", please? Thank you in advance!!

Word count: 1k Pairing: beomgyu x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none

Kiss prompts game; “if you win, i'll kiss you” x beomgyu

a/n: i’m so sorry for the delay!! But i finally managed to write this prompt as something decent, so i hope that you will like it <3

Finally, the exams season is over, so you decide to celebrate it with your little group of friends consisting of 5 boys plus you. Not that you did super great this time and you never had all “excellent” on your exams but that never bothers you and definitely does not prevent you from going to arcades. This was Soobin’s idea that all of you go to play arcades and then go to some restaurant to actually celebrate it, Kai was the first to support it, and then other guys did agree on it as well as you.

“So, is everyone ready to mark the end of the exams and the start of the holidays?” Yeonjun asked excitedly and every one of you shouted a loud “yes!” and all of you headed to the arcades.

You did play a lot of different games, your favorite is air hockey so you and Taehyun were stuck there for some time, while the rest of your group played other games. Even though you mostly paired in some games with Taehyun or Yeonjun your eyes almost never left Beomgyu. It feels like they’re being glued to him, at some times you manage to avert your gaze before he notices you but at some times you were dazed to the point when Beomgyu looked at you questionably then you feel kind of embarrassed. Taehyun nudged you about it (you cursed him for being the smartass that he is) a few times and you just waved his questions off, because you are not ready to accept out loud the fact that you have actual feelings for one of your close friends.

All of you played here for about two or maybe even three hours and decided that it was time to wrap it up but then Yeonjun suggested playing a few rounds of basketball game, the one with the smallest score will pay at the restaurant for the meal. At first, you wanted to play one by one but then thought that it would be time-consuming as there are 6 people so you divided into pairs and you ended up being paired with Beomgyu, you two were second in the line. Soobin and Yeonjun did pretty well and it made you a bit nervous because your skills in basketball weren’t that wonderful so you hope for Beomgyu to do the most for your team. However, as you started the game it wasn’t great at all, you keep missing the ring and so did the boy beside you. “Ughhh..if we will keep doing like this we will end up last!” you said frustrated and looked at Beomgyu with a frown painted on your face. “Sorry Y/n, I don’t think it's my lucky day today,” Beomgyu said sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. “Okay. Choi Beomgyu, if you win, I’ll kiss you!” you said with a voice full of confidence in your words but once your brain registered them your face felt so hot. Beomgyu turned his head to you abruptly looking at you amused. “Woah, Y/n will you kiss me if I win?” Soobin asked you curiously but you only made a disgusted face at him, “Hey! That’s so rude of you, I’m offended!” the boy pouted. “I don’t care Soob” you rolled your eyes, “It’s a very special proposal only for Beomgyu” You meet his eyes and saw that mischievous glint inside. After this, his shots were much better than before and the score gets higher so you ended up with one point ahead of the older boys. 

The competition ended with Yeonjun and Soobin being the last place in this bet and they’re gonna pay for the dinner. “Yaaayyy!! We win! I’m so glad that my poor wallet will not lose its money” you said dramatically and the boys laughed (except for Yeonjun and Soobin whose wallets are gonna cry today). When you went out of the building it was already late evening and the sun was almost got down. Beomgyu took your hand and stopped you on the way. “Gyu? We should catch up with the boys..” you looked at him and your cheeks suddenly feel hotter, his gaze was directly at you, and it makes you feel so flustered. “Y/n, you promised me something” A small smirk appeared on his pretty face. Oh damn..I almost forgot about it. Now you slightly, just a tiny bit, regret that you said that before, because how can you kiss him? You are perfectly sure that he never feel the same as you and he will do this just to tease you later. “Uh..Gyu heh..I thought..uh..I don’t know” you mumbled with your eyes looking at your feet as if it's something interesting. A moment later, the boy’s hand took your chin up closer to his face, it happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to register what was going on. “Stop this. Just kiss me,” he whispered, his lips so close to yours and you can feel his warm breath fanned over your lips. Your mouth is dry from how nervous you are, but you thought that it was now or never, when else will you have the chance to kiss Choi Beomgyu, the boy you have had a crush on for almost a year now. You closed the short distance between your lips and captured his in a sweet and delightful kiss, the boy responded momentarily. The kiss was slow and gentle, you never knew that Beomgyu’s lips would be this soft and warm, you can’t believe that it’s real. Until you heard a very loud shout behind you “Come on! Right in front of my salad, guys” Soobin complained with disgust written on his face. “Wait until you get home, lovebirds. We don’t wanna be witnesses to this thing, my eyes aren’t ready” added Taehyun, and both of you groaned pulling off each other. “Shut the hell up, guys! We will catch up with you soon, just go!” Beomgyu answered back, clearly annoyed with their remarks but you only giggled at him and leaned your forehead into his shoulder.

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[221beloved]

A short insertion

Originally, I wanted to do this at the very end, maybe first day of november, but with every passing day, the need to do at least something to express my... thankfulness, increases.

Well... what should I say?

Thank you! Really, really thank you! For all the gentle words directed at me.

It's not the first time I wrote Sherlock fanfic, but it's the first time I participated in a challenge like angstober, the first time I published something, and it's the first time I wrote in english. (I'm sure you found all the mistakes I didn't know I've made. Well...)

The idea to do this was quite spontanious, to do it in english even more so. I was thrilled and horrified at the same time and in the progress of writing I really wanted to scream sometimes. Especially because of my choice of language.

My Tumblr account is still quite new and two weeks ago I didn't have many connections, so I wasn't expecting much by uploding my little ideas to the promts. I was doing it mostly for me anyways, I had fun thinking about possible stories and writing them down, and I was looking forward to the 4 or 5 remarks I would get. There was nothing to loose.

Well, if only I'd known...

I'll try to keep it short (funny to say this now...) But in the end I was kind of proud to have finished it, a story for every day of october, the publishing was, well, a possibility to prove i'd really done it

But half an hour after I uploaded the first fic, I already had my 4 reactions and I was kind of stunned, grinning like a fool. I suspect that everyone who saw me that day (well, this hole month if I'm honest) must have thought I've finally lost my mind. When I looked again in the evening, I nearly fell off my chair. My post had over 20 remarks, really lovely comments among them.

I was... overwhelmed. I still am.

What I'm trying to say is: thank you! For the lovely and positive feedback I would never have expected.

I knew the Sherlock community to be quite strong, lovely and supportive, and now I've experienced it myself.

I already thanked some of you directly, but I couldn't respond to everyone, and I don't think I will manage now.

Please, feel adressed if you've read a story and liked it, whether you reblogged/liked or not. Thank you, I'm honoured!

I think I just wanted you to know that...

Please text me if I forgot you

Thanks to @angstober for the prompts

@holmesianlove @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @topsyturvy-turtely @safedistancefrombeingsmart @blogstandbygo @7-percent @a-victorian-girl @lisbeth-kk @nathan-no @macgyvershe @whatsgoodmentalhealth @ninasnakie @maiaemerald @helloliriels @exasperated-society @meetinginsamarra @bs2sjh @khorazir @chinike @ace-is-undead @qiauu @nic0tinepatch @alicecoup @peanitbear @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @semiprofessionalmom @jobooksncoffee

I certainly overlooked some of you... I'm sorry. As I said, text me to change that

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere promts day 5

5: “Don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient”

Featuring: Kamisato Ayato Note: Working on requests tomorrow

Tw:Stalking, murder, gore , implied kidnapping

You think Ayato is a nice guy you like how he always checks in on you to see if you're okay how he makes time for you even though he's the Yashiro commissioner. Though it's slightly worring about how he knows everything about you even the things you haven't told him, how he seems to be around every corner that you turn . You hated that. But besides that he was fine a little odd. But you think he's nice. Ayato on the other hand took your willingness to be his friend as love so he finds it quite annoying when you speak to that one dude that you spend a little too much time with, you two are pratically dating you can't just go cheating on him you know? But Ayato had restraint believe it or not so he didn't kill him key word had. He was stalking making sure you were safe by following and the guy you were walking home with kissed you! How dare he! Couldn't he see that the person he just kissed was property of the Yashiro Commissioner? He was going to kill him for his incolence. As soon as the guy finished walking you home how dare he Ayato got to action. Yes he could've gotten one of the Shumastuban to do it or one of the guards but he needed this guy to be killed right now. Ayato grabbed his sword and snuck up on the guy. He then stabbed him not anywhere fatal he deserved to suffer. He did it again. And again. If the guy didn't die from multiple stab wounds and lost limbs he would deffinitly of died of blood loss. His blood was everwhere . The ground, Ayato, Ayato's sword. And... On you? You wanted to give the guy a gift because of him walking you home so you ran out to go give to him . And then you saw Ayato killing this poor dude him screaming in pain before he died you were crying and shaking... Did Ayato do that? "A-Ayato...?" Your voice was shaky and quiet but he still heard it.

"Ah love.. I'm sorry you had to see this but he kissed you. And you belong to me right?" "Huh n-no.." "Ahaha funny how about we go home?" "I'm not going any where with you.!" "Aww come on now love don’t make me take another life because you weren’t obedient" He is still smiling but there is some form of.. Sadistic undertone to it. "Now come on Ayaka is so excited for you to move in ." He takes your hand and starts walking away from the dead body from your home from your everything. You'll understand soon enough you're Ayato's girlfriend now and he only wants the best for you. He won't do anything to harm you. Unless you disobey him of course.

[fallenstuffstuff]

I decided to mix two promts in one chapter, so I spent two days writing it. I hope it't fine with the rules TwT

Here we go!

⁰ fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

⁰ 5. "it's a new day, let's go" & 6. "I'm not giving up,"

Part 5.1

They spent the rest of that day wandering around and checking out what was where. By the end of the day they already knew how to get to the hotel, from the hotel to St. Mark's Square or to the port from which you could get to the mainland in Italy. In the evening they managed to exchange a few words with the receptionist, who changed their room for the rest of their stay. Tachihara was very happy about it, he didn't have to sleep on the floor anymore, they got two separate rooms. Finally a normal night...

The next day Tachihara was still asleep when someone knocked on his room door. He blinked. Was it the hotel staff? No, then they would have knocked on the main door and not from his room. He slowly sat up in bed. The sun was barely shining through the curtains, so it was morning already... Someone knocked again. He got up quickly, rubbing his eyes, went to the door, and opened it.

"It's a new day, let's go!"

Gin said, standing in front of him. She looked like she was ready to go. Even though she had a mask on her face, you could see that she was smiling.

"What-"

Tachihara quickly ran his hand through his hair, shaking the last of the sleep from it.

"Okay, give me a moment..."

He said and went to grab some clothes. Then, he headed to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. He probably had never seen Gin rush him in his life - Is she the same with Akutagawa?

He made it in less than ten minutes. And in less than ten minutes, they were on the street. There were a lot of people on the streets. Some dressed normally, like tourists. Others, mostly along the canals, in masks. They were lavishly dressed, in dresses or tailcoats, representing some historical figure or not. They looked quite... mysterious. Like criminals. But they knew that in this case they shouldn't be criminals. It's a kind of local tradition. They headed to St. Mark's Square. There were a lot of people there!

Part 5.2

Sometimes, you had to squeeze through them to get through. Most of them stopped to take pictures. Is that how tourists behave? So as not to arouse suspicion, Tachihara also took a few pictures. But he had to keep an eye on Gin the whole time. While there was no problem with the actors, because each of them occupied their own piece of land to present their fancy costumes, the tourists walked everywhere. But thanks to that, it was easier to pretend that he wasn't looking for the necessary information at all. Tachihara kept an eye on Gin the whole time, who was also closely observing the tourists and other people. A few times, it seemed to them that they were passing someone they knew on their trip, but maybe it was just a false intuition. The truth is that it was interesting despite everything. After a few hours of walking, they stopped on the side. They were slightly tired.

"Wait a moment..."

Tachihara said, looking at Gin. However, she showed no signs of tiredness. Maybe because she was eating breakfast and he didn't make it. Dinner too.

"Did you notice that too?"

The redhead asked, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. The black-haired girl looked at him, waiting for him to say what he meant.

"These people... no, something's wrong. Even in Yokohama, tourists aren't so... fake... do you think it could be a cover?"

Gin shrugged. It was obvious that she was thinking about it as well. There was something to it... but what...? They didn't know exactly. He ran his eyes over the two people who had just passed them. No... They seemed... normal to them...? Maybe not all of them, but still...

"Okay, come on. I'm not giving up. We'll walk until noon, and then let's head back home and discuss what we know, 'kay?"

Tachihara finally said, stopping leaning against the wall. This time, he went in the opposite direction to St. Mark's Square. And Gin followed him

[starving-marauder-lover]

50!! (Small but big)

Alright because I just hit 50 followers today and I saw some other blogs doing celebrations for reaching milestones (most of them were 100 or 200 but whatever, let me have this) I decided to do something myself.

Because I am absolutely obsessed with music most of these will be music-based, anyways, below the cut will be all the options!

DM me if you have any questions about anything

To submit, sent my ask box the number and title that you choose

1. I give you music!

You give me 2-5 words and I try to fit a song that matches those words. These words can be anything from genres to describing how the song would sound.

ex. car, bouncy, and friendship- I would choose the song "Platonic Cuddling by Breakup Shoes

(this is totally not a plan to make everyone convert to my music taste)

2. The time saver

You give me a few specific requests you want to read and then I find a fic that matches the requests (marauders-based only please)

3. Promts

You give me one random word and I write a microfic (marauders-based only please) with that word in it. You also specify what ship you want for it, so go crazy! (No nsfw though, I am a minor)

4. You give ME music

It's pretty self-explanatory, you give me a song, I rate then I tell you if it's going in my playlist(s) or not >:)

5. Ego time (mutuals only)

I tell you one fun fact about me!

Again, a massive thank you to everyone following, but especially to my mutuals! When I first joined Tumblr I thought I'd just be some person who makes shitty posts and would be lucky enough to get a few likes on them, but now I (think I can say) that I have some friends on this app! I've had so much fun interacting with them even if it's just on the rp blog we have together, or my other mutuals who I love getting notifications about them mentioning/reblogging my posts. Thank you again!

Some of my favorites :)

@yourlocalbadgerscales @nyx-taylors-version @bartyssimp-riley-16 @anything-for-my-moony-1971 @outromoony @barely-functioning-frog @whydousernamesevenexist @themirrorballfriend @paper-beats-writers-block @daonedaonlyskh @mirrs-ball @unhinged-as-hell

and all my others that for some reason I'm scared to tag? u all are awesome

[winterhawk-ao3feed]

'And They Were Roommates'

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57622582

by im95notdead

Oh my god, they were roommates

 or

Bucky likes Clint but he knows Clint would break his own back bending over backwards to try and find a way to make them both happy and he won't let that happen.

Words: 2867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Build A Bucky Bingo 2023

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, 616 descriptions, Domestic Avengers, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, roommates Clint & Bucky, Clint Barton Has Self-Esteem Issues, buckybarnesevents' Build-a-Bucky Bingo 2023, BaBB2023, May Promt: friends to lovers, tumblr writing event, Bucky's POV, Canon Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57622582

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Master List!!

So I am so very late but oh well right? Anyway it was a lot of fun and I definitely look forward to next year! Febuwhump is one of my favorite Promt challenges!

Each fandom has a color which will be listed below! My favorites have a star beside them! All summaries/warnings are with the story!

Star Wars Rebels, EPIC the musical/the Odyssey, The Bad Batch, Star Wars The Clone Wars, Miraculous Ladybug,

Day 1: Helpless

Day 2: "I Love You" (Alt Prompt 2)

Day 3: "Bite Down on This"

Day 4: Obedience

Day 5: Last Words (Alt Prompt 7)

Day 6: "You Lied to Me."

Day 7: Suffering in Silence

Day 8: "Why Won't it Stop?"

Day 9: Bees

Day 10: Killing in Self Defense

Day 11: Time Loop