#2427 words

[albertxylin]

Mould

Mould can grow anywhere. Given the right conditions, It will sprout and spread. There is no way to stop it, Because its spores are everywhere. All you can do is starve it, And make sure the environment does not support it.

[cinnoasch]

Is it ok if I request an Akira scenario where he's helping Y/N achieve her 'true persona'? How would he react when she achieves her persona? Or, different case scenario, how would Y/N react to Akira's "new form" when he gains HIS persona. dunno if this would work out, I've kinda forgot parts of the plot of Persona so I don't rlly remember where or when exactly this happened-

A/N: Hi anon! I'm so so sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2427

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Wish (Akira Kurusu x Fem!Reader)

You let out a sigh as you stare at your phone, occasionally typing some words and then deleting them a few seconds later. Tomorrow, the Phantom Thieves were going to steal Maruki’s treasure and fix reality once and for all. You were a bit nervous, but you had faith that things would turn out the way you hoped. The only thing that was bothering you however… was Akira. Besides the short conversations you had with the team during palace exploration, you hadn’t talked to him outside of that. You really wanted to, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to text or call him.

It was silly honestly. He was your boyfriend, yet here you were unable to talk to him. When you two first started dating, Akira told you that he would always be there for you, no matter what. Whether you needed to vent, talk or just wanted his company, he’d be there. Yet what about you? You hadn’t been there for him when he started the infiltration on Maruki’s palace. You had a hunch that things weren’t right from the start of the New Year, yet you couldn’t bring yourself out of that ‘perfect reality’. You wanted things to stay like that, even if he wasn’t by your side. Even if that was what you wanted the most.

Suddenly your phone rings, playing a ringtone you knew far too well. You glance at the screen seeing Akira's name and you answer hesitantly.

"Are you using our text messages as your grocery list again?" He asks.

“Wha- no, why would you ask that?”

“Well, you were taking a long time to type so I just figured you were typing your grocery list out.”

“I wasn’t typing out my grocery list for your information. Shopping’s the last thing on my mind right now.” You sigh. “Anyways, how’d you know I was typing? Were you waiting for me to text you?”

Akira chuckles, “I mean when your girlfriend suddenly cuts you off, a guy can’t help but wonder if he did something wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Akira. It’s just… you know things have been hectic. We’ve been so busy lately with Maruki and everything else.”

“So busy that you can’t talk to me?”

You stay silent. He was right after all. Akira had made sure you all finished planning out a path to the treasure long before the deadline. You had plenty of time to talk to him, but you just felt guilty every time you thought about it.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He sighs. “It’s just… I miss you;, you know? We’ve barely talked since this whole thing started. And I’m not blaming you, it’s my fault too but if there’s something wrong, I want you to tell me.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I know it’s late, but I want to talk to you… can I come over?”

“No need, I’m already heading your way. Just wait for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

You hang up and put your phone down on the couch next to you. You were glad that he called but you also felt terrible. The last thing you wanted to do was make him worry, make him feel as if he did something wrong. You hated hearing him like that. Sure, you two had your fights sometimes but this was different. Not only did you betray his trust, but you broke your own promise to him.

Akira must have been closer than you expected because a few minutes later you hear a knock on the door. You go to open it, greeting him with a smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He replies a bit out of breath. “You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“Please tell me you didn’t run here.”

“I didn’t. Definitely not.”

You roll your eyes as you pull him inside and close the door behind him. “Liar. Come on in, before you catch a cold.”

Akira chuckles, “I only did what you told me to. Besides, I was going to show up uninvited, but I’m glad I called you first.”

“So that’s why you said you were already headed over… Well, thank you for calling first.” You clear your throat. “Anyways, um, sit down. Would you like some tea or hot chocolate?”

He shakes his head, “No thanks.” Then he takes a seat on the couch, patting the empty space next to him. “Come here. You don’t have to be so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous…” you mumble as you sit down next to him. “Okay maybe a little, but it’s just because we haven’t talked like this in a while. Like… a serious conversation like this.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was nervous too?”

“No. You’re always so calm and collected. If you are, I can’t tell.”

“Then here,” Akira says, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. Even through his winter coat, you could feel his heart beating at a quick, steady pace. You glance up, meeting his gaze as he smiles softly. “Now, do you believe me?”

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from him. Just how lucky were you to have someone like him in your life? Someone that easily washed away the doubts in your mind with a single action. Someone that was so kind to you even after how you treated him. With a simple action and a smile that melted your heart, Akira washed your guilt away. It’s hard to believe that your ‘perfect reality’ didn’t have him by your side. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, we might not get any talking done at all.”

Drawn out of your thoughts, you quickly pull your hand away from Akira’s chest. “S-sorry, I was just thinking…” 

“It’s okay. Still nervous?”

You shake your head. “Nope, nerves are all gone. Thank you.” With a deep breath, you start. “Well, first of all, I wanted to apologize for how I’ve been these past few weeks. I didn’t mean to cut you off like that, and my intention wasn’t to make you think you did something wrong. It’s just… I felt guilty.”

“Guilty?”

“Mhm… the truth is, I knew from the beginning that this reality was off. I’m not sure how I knew, it was just a hunch really. But, instead of telling you, I pretended to not know. It’s just seeing everyone so happy… it wouldn’t feel right taking that away. Yet in the end, I guess we all made up our minds anyway…” You look down at your hands, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “The main thing is that I should’ve been there when you first infiltrated Maruki’s palace. And yet I wasn’t. Despite you always being there for me, I couldn’t even be there for you…”

“So you knew…”

You nod, feeling Akira’s gaze. You knew that if you looked at him, you might just end up crying. He didn’t sound mad, if anything it was more surprise and slight disappointment. To be honest, you weren’t sure why you made that choice of not telling him. Maybe it was just how you were, you always had a habit of hiding things from people, even if you didn’t mean to.

To your surprise he ruffles your hair, and you look up, seeing him smile. “I’m not upset. So don’t look so sad. I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t tell me, but it sounds like you had your reasons, right?”

“...yeah. I didn’t want to see our friends have what they wanted the most taken away from them.”

“And what did you want? You probably weren’t affected by Maruki’s reality because you didn’t have it.”

“I…” You hesitate. Would it be selfish of you to say what you wanted? He was already right here next to you. Just like you wanted originally. However, voicing your thoughts aloud was different. If you told him, what would he think? 

“There’s that look again.” Akira says with a small chuckle as his gaze turns towards the ground. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me now. Or ever, if you don’t really want to. But just know that whatever it was, it wasn’t selfish of you to think that way… I mean, all of us, me included, we have our selfish ways, don’t we? That’s why this ‘perfect reality’ came about anyways.”

It wasn't often, but very rarely you saw this type of expression on Akira. It was distant, but there was also a feeling of longing. As if he was trying to come to terms with something. 

“...perfect reality…” You mumble quietly. Then your eyes widen in realization. 

Tonight was the last day for Maruki to contact Akira. You felt stupid for forgetting something so important. Then you look at Akira. Did he have that same look throughout all of this? That look of loneliness? That look easily told you who else was on his mind.

"Maruki contacted you… right? To be honest it slipped my mind… even though it was something so important."

Akira nods. "Yeah, he contacted me."

"And Akechi was there too?"

He looks at you surprised. "How did you-"

"The look on your face. The last time I saw you with that expression was when he died. You two were really close, huh?"

“...yeah.” Akira sighs. “Somehow, Maruki heard of what happened to him and in order to give us another chance at being friends, this reality came to life.” Akira runs his hands through his hair. “If we don’t go through with taking back our reality… Akechi will be alive, and if we don’t… well the answer is obvious.”

You stay silent, not sure of what to say. What could you say to this? 

“It’s a lot to take in, right? You’d think it’d be a simple decision after everything. But when someone’s life is being used like that…like a bargaining chip… it just feels wrong.” Akira shakes his head slightly and glances at you. “What would you do if you were me?”

There was that expression again. How were you supposed to answer him when such a sorrowful expression painted his face?

“I…” You begin hesitantly, trying to find the words to say. “I’d go through with what we started. Of course, using someone’s life like that is just wrong, but I think it’d be best if we went through with it. I think Akechi wouldn’t be able to stand knowing that we turned our backs on what we originally planned to do. If we did that… it’d just seem like his sacrifice in Shido’s palace was for nothing… at least that’s how I feel.”

Akira chuckles, “Sounds about right.” He sits up, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I thought the exact same thing.”

“You already gave Maruki your answer then… So why ask for my opinion?”

He hums in thought, a smile appearing on his face. “Because your opinion is important to me. Why do you think I was in such a rush to get here, to talk to you? During this whole thing, I’ve heard everyone’s opinions on what they thought we should do about this reality. Yet the one person whose opinion I wanted to hear the most, the person whose opinion is the most important to me, never contacted me to talk.” Akira turns to you, a soft expression on his face. “You know I’ll always be here for you right? No matter what. So don’t keep your feelings or thoughts locked inside.”

You blink a couple of times, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes again. You chuckle slightly as you look away from him. “You sure do have a way with words. Makes sense that you’re our leader…” With a sigh you face him with a smile. “I’ve made up my mind. No more keeping to myself. It wouldn't be fair to you, making you worry. I want to be someone you can rely on too.”

You couldn’t explain it but somehow, you felt different after you told Akira that. As if your soul felt stronger somehow, as if a voice in your head told you that you had changed. You weren’t exactly sure what this feeling was, but you knew that you wanted to give back to Akira after all he’s done for you.

You hear him chuckle, about to say something but you place a finger on his lips. “Nope, I know what you’re gonna say. That you already rely on me for a lot, but let me have this okay? I want to trust in this feeling that I have, that I can be stronger for you and the team. If I can’t truly confide in you, then who am I to even wish for you?”

“You… So that was your wish?”

“I-” Your face reddens in embarrassment as you take your hand away from his face and avert your gaze. You didn’t even realize what you had said.

“Oh, what happened to ‘no more keeping to myself’?” Akira teases. “C’mon, be honest now.”

Your face reddens even more as you look down at your hands, mumbling slightly. “I wished for you.”

“One more time? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I wished for you! There, happy?” You shout as you look at Akira. He had the widest smirk on his face. You grab the pillow next to you and smother him with it. “Wipe that grin off your face…”

“What? A guy can’t be happy that his girlfriend wished for him? You don’t have to be so embarrassed. Y’know it’s cute that you’d wish for something you already have.”

“Just please… shut up.”

He laughs and suddenly you feel his hands on yours as he lowers the pillow so he can look at you. “But seriously, I’m really happy you told me, even though you said it without realizing. You said it with such conviction, I wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly. You feel… stronger.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Mm, I think I can prove otherwise.”

You laugh as you look up, meeting his eyes again. “Yeah? And how can you-”

In one swift motion, Akira closes the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing onto yours. It was quick and sweet; you didn’t even have the time to react with how fast it happened.

As he leans his forehead against yours, you can hear him whisper, a bit of playfulness laced in his voice. “Believe me now?”

[atthebell]

Words: 2427 Fandom: QSMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations & Roier, Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations, Bobby (QSMP) & Roier (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Bobby (QSMP), Jaiden Animations, Roier (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Minor Bobby & Richarlyson (QSMP), Mentioned QSMP Ensemble, Minor Bobby & Pepito (QSMP) Summary:

Bobby is pretty sure he’s never seen the sun before. He doesn’t remember much, before this strange waiting, being ushered into a soft display case and staring out, looking for someone�� someones– he didn’t yet know. But he’s pretty sure he would remember the sun. It glows big and orange in the sky, like a ripe fruit, and as he toddles after his new parents, two pairs of eyes flick over him with concern. He grows confident, after their cooing– the way his apá had talked to him, right off the bat, made him feel strong, wanted, loved. And his mamá– she talked to him like he was that big ball of orange, like the horizon stretched out before him.

My Bobby piece for @qsmpzine!!!

[bewitchedme-body-and-soul]

all sides of you

a/n: this came to me late at night and i had to write it; shout out to @humanalien01 for helping me and supporting my simping. idk how i feel abt the ending tbh :/

summary: a night at josies bar leads to you admitting your thoughts about the devil of hell's kitchen, and a few months later your words come back to haunt you.

word count:2427

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, reader is victim in an attempted mugging & fights back, cursing, reader is called a bitch

Standing around the pool table at Josie's bar with the Nelson and Murdock team, playful banter spewn between the four of you. Each of you taking turns shooting while also trying to make the others mess up. The laughter coming from the four of you carrying throughout the bar, the three deserved this after a hard case, and you being Matt's partner were happily invited. Foggy happily uses you as a means to try to embarrass Matt with silly stories from their college years. You and Karen, doubling over in laughter as Foggy finishes his current story, Matt's cheeks tinted pink. Upon noticing you move closer to him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek, then resting your head against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your middle. 

It's not until Foggy scoffs begrudgingly that your attention and Matts is pulled away to look at what Foggy's upset about. On one of the Tvs hanging around the bar you notice a news story about The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. Foggy going on a rant about how he thought the man was bad news while you stared at the grainy footage someone caught of the man decked out in all black, as he beat up a group of gang members. You slowly zoned out as you watched how the man in the mask’s body contorted as he flipped and took the bad men out.

“Y/n!” Foggy's voice pulled you out of your daydream, your head snapping to look in his direction, giving him a hum in acknowledgement. “What do you think? What's your opinion on the masked man?” he asks, you know he's hoping you'll take his side.

Your cheeks tint a slight pink at the question, aware of the two pairs of eyes locked on you and Matt's head tilting, obviously also looking forward to your answer.  “Um, i don't really have one” you lie, moving to lean over the pool table and shoot one of the balls. Karen's giggle goes in tandem with the clack of the cue ball hitting one of the stripped balls.

“You're lying!” Foggy calls out pointing an accusatory finger at you, “did you know lying is a sin? I can't believe you would do such a thing while dating our good Catholic Matt Murdock” he gasps a hand over his heart like you wounded him deeply with your tiny fib. The smile on Matt’s face tells you he did not care and he finds Foggy's dramatics hilarious.

“Oh no, however will you forgive me, my love?” you gasp dramatically leaning against Matt. “But seriously my opinion on the man in the mask isn't that important.” you say trying to move on.

Karen laughs before speaking “oh, trust me, too foggy it is very important, and honestly now I’m interested cause it's been just me vs foggy about this since Matt tries to stay out of these conversations” after she's done speaking the attention turns back to you. You sigh as Matt moves to take his turn, now seeing you have no way out of this conversation.

“I don't know, I don't think he has bad intentions or anything” you shrug before continuing “He’s also kinda hot” you say the second part quieter. The other three members of your party all have varying reactions, Karen laughing, Matt giving an awkward chuckle, and Foggy with his over the top dramatics acting as if you’ve insulted his mother. You watch Matt out of the corner of your eye worrying you may have upset him, you’d only been dating a month and a half, the relationship still new, you're still learning things about the other. What if you hurt him?

Foggy's voice pulls you out of your anxiety fueled downward spiral. “I can't believe you would do this to me” he speaks with a voice obviously trying to make you feel bad for not agreeing with him. He puts his head in his hand as he begins to fake cry. You and Karen look at each other before you both double over laughing, Matt joining in as Foggy's fake cries ramp up at your laughing.

You spend another few hours at Josies before you all decide to part ways, you going home with Matt after deciding to spend the night. Once you're in his apartment your anxiety returns from the prior conversation. You both make your way to his bedroom and change into clothes you can sleep in. It's only when you're both in bed, your head on his chest as he rubs your back, that you decide to broach the subject. “Hey Matty, can I ask you a question?” he hums in response. “Earlier at Josies, did I upset you?” you question, heart rate picking up slightly.

Matt feels your heart rate pick up so he quickly leans forward to kiss your forehead before he smiles at you with a soft chuckle, “no, not at all, I trust you, it’s no different than the people who have a crush on the avengers.” you sigh at his words. Anxiety subsiding, you know Matt well enough he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. You nestle closer to him before grabbing his other hand and kissing his knuckles, ignoring the cracks and healed over abrasions. “Besides, I know I’m your favorite” he says and you don't need to look at him to know he's wearing that cocky grin of his. 

You roll your eyes at him “i suppose” You tease him, no matter who came to you and professed their love, you knew you’d always choose Matt. You feel his chest vibrate under your cheek as he laughs. Eventually the two of you fall asleep in eachothers arms.

~~~

A month passes and you forget the aforementioned conversation ever happened. So many things happening that small moments get buried and forgotten about so easily. It's not till you're walking home one night that the conversation gets catapulted back to the forefront of your mind.

On your way home from a girl date with Karen you get yanked into an alley and thrown against one of the brick walls of a building. The bricks sharp and your head immediately begins to throb as your head smacks against it. A hand goes over your mouth and fight or flight takes over as you feel your heart rate pick up and the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. You struggle before biting down with all your might on the hand, the taste of copper coats your tongue. The man who grabbed you yanks his hand back and you spit the blood out onto his face before screaming, hoping you’d be lucky enough for someone to be close enough to hear you. You knew basic self defense but you’d rather be safe and hope someone would at least call emergency services. 

“You bitch” the man yells before slapping you across the face. You bring your knee up in an attempt to connect it with his groin. His hand shoots down, your knee still connects but not with as much force as you hoped. As you attempt to shove him off you hear a thud to the side of you and you can only hope that it’s some good samaritan here to save you. It's only a few seconds later your attacker is yanked off of you and thrown to the ground.

You watch with bated breath as the man in the mask repeatedly punches the guy in the face and head. Once he finishes he makes his way over to you, you can hear him speaking to you, asking if you're alright, but you're distracted by the shape of his jaw and the way his lips move. A sense of familiarity washes over you and you're unsure as to why.

“I’m fine, thank you, I just need to get home.” You quickly rush out before speed walking away. Wanting to be in the safety of yours and Matt's home as quickly as possible, and wanting to scrub your mouth to rid it of the copper taste. A part of you hoping Matt is home so you can just crash into his arms and sleep.

You arrive home to an empty apartment, the billboard on the building across the alley lighting up the living room. You drop your jacket and bag on the counter before moving to the bathroom and brushing your teeth for far longer than the usual two minutes. Afterwards moving to your shared bedroom and changing into the clothes you'd be sleeping in. 

As you're changing you spot a picture of you and Matt on top of your dresser. You pause, taking a moment to admire your partner, that's when it hits you. The sense of familiarity, why the bottom half of the devil of hell's kitchen face looked so familiar. You'd kissed those lips hundreds of times, it's no wonder your body recognized them. Everything begins falling into place in your head, like placing the last puzzle pieces in a puzzle and seeing the finale picture.

Matt's injuries always lined up with when you'd see the man in the mask on the new fighting bad guys. How a part of you always believed there was more to the story than him just falling or whatever excuse he’d give you. He was always so careful, far too careful to just take a tumble as often as he’d tell everyone. You never called him out cause even if a part of you believed he was lying you trusted him enough that you never questioned. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Matt's voice calling out for you. 

“In the bedroom!” you call back, wondering if he’ll tell you or if you'd have to call him out and question him. You hear him approach and turn to look at him, he looks relatively unharmed, ‘that's good’ you think. “Hey baby.” you can't help the small smile that graces your features, he moves closer to where your voice came from, reaching a hand out towards you. Once he reaches you he wraps his arms around you pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You hear and feel him take a deep breath, you wouldn't be surprised if he was also a little shaken up, he’d just saved his partner from being mugged, you wouldn’t blame him if he was. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you decide you can't take it anymore.

“Baby?” you begin, he hums in response. You take a deep breath before you continue, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. “When were you gonna tell me?”  you question, you figure it's best to just rip the bandaid off.

“Tell you what sweetheart?” he questions tilting his head, eyebrows furrowing. He looked like a puppy, confused by the trick its owner is trying to teach it. You understand why he’d try and play this off but you also wish he’d just be honest. Your face morphs into a deadpan expression.

“Matty, seriously, you know what I’m talking about.” You cross your arms over your chest. “When were you going to tell me youre daredevil?” you question. He huffs out a small laugh.

“What? Honey what are you talking about? I’m not the daredevil.” he lies through his teeth.

“I know you can’t see my face but just know it's a look of disappointment cause you should really be better at lying if you're gonna be a vigilante.” you speak before moving just out of matts reach. Deciding he could touch you again when he confessed. A defeated sigh leaves him, you assume he's come to the conclusion that there’s no way of getting out of this without being honest. 

“I don't know, honestly.” he begins “I always wanted to tell you, I hated lying to you, especially after seeing how worried you’d get.” he takes his glasses off sitting them on your dresser. “I was waiting for the right moment I guess. I was worried how you’d react, I didn’t want to lose you.” he finishes looking in your direction. He looks like a puppy that just got scolded and was trying to look cute to get out of punishment.

“First of all, low blow, you know your puppy eyes work way too well on me” you speak trying not to giggle. “Second, Matt I’m literally so in love with you, it’d take a lot more than you running around at night in a mask beating up criminals to lose me.” Now the laugh escapes you, a smile making its way to his face as well at your laugh. He moves closer to you again, hands landing on your waist, before he leans in to kiss you.

“You handled this a lot better than Foggy did,” he laughs. “Also, if you were wondering, yes, i am actually blind” 

“I wasn’t, but good to know.” you laugh “and to be fair, foggy did hate your alter ego.” you lean up to kiss his cheek, “lets go to bed baby” you whisper before crawling into your shared bed as he moves to change into pajamas. Once he joins you in the bed you snuggle into his arms, resting your head over his heart. Thinking over everything as you trace shapes against his chest, it’s then you sit up quickly realizing something. “You little shit!” you yell with a laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest. 

“What? What’d I do?” he asks shock and confusion taking his features

“A few months ago, at Josies with Foggy and Karen” you begin, you can tell by the look his face morphs to that he's beginning to understand. His cocky smile finding his face again. “I confessed that I thought the daredevil was hot and you just let me?” you ask incredulously “no wonder you were so unphased by it” you playfully shove his shoulder

“Would it help if I said I found it very flattering that you did?” he laughed “but seriously, that was when I started seriously thinking about telling you. It made me feel a little bit better about it.” he speaks, moving his hand to rub against your knee.

“Maybe, it does a little,” you confess. “You're still a little shit though.” you laugh moving to kiss him. “My little shit though” you whisper. The rest of the night is spent full of soft touches and laughter as the two of you bask in your love of the other.

[aevallare]

what's up. i'm aevallare. you might know me as an idiot. here are some of my links.

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here are my bg3 fics beneath the read more. these are all available on my ao3, linked above. sorry about the white boy of the century.

look at the gold; call it a flex (conscript 38/astarion)

gossamer (ongoing) - post-game. previously unromanced ascendant astarion. changeling tav.

Her eyes flicker from brown to blue.

"Oh, Astarion. Why do you feel the need to control something you already own?"

commitment (complete, 1634 words) - fluff (?) one-shot. astarion overindulges.

38 denies Astarion nothing. Why would she want to? He freed her, made her a crown jewel— he gave her a home and he gives her chances to let blood with reckless abandon. What more could she ask for?

we can live forever if you've got the time (auri/astarion)

kindred (ongoing) - the og. the flagship. bg3, the remix.

auri knows people, and that's how she can tell; astarion is deeply, deeply fucked up.

pour one out (ongoing) - modern reincarnation au.

astarion's immortal. auri is decidedly not. but she's always had a way of doing the impossible.

inevitable (complete, 2102 words) - pwp two-shot. tadpole phone sex.

if she closes her eyes, she’s almost sitting in his lap again.

vow (complete, 5217 words) - pwp one-shot. menstruation kink.

when she’d helped astarion ascend, it had seemed like the right choice for a multitude of reasons.

excuses (complete, 4424 words) - pwp one-shot. sex pollen.

“Astarion, please.” Again, Auri begs. “Something was wrong with that meat I ate. It feels infernal. Everything’s so warm. I can't–”

infinite duress (complete, 2572 words) - pwp one-shot. bratty switch fic.

Astarion’s often the one in charge, but he’s been known to press his luck on occasion. If the tadpole still connected them, he knows exactly what Auri would say as he steps closer to Halsin.

Brat.

the art of scraping through (complete, 2579 words) - pwp one-shot. ascended astarion and auri have a very messy breakup. she has rebound sex with haarlep.

Astarion hates that she’s doing this, but he doesn’t get a say. He lost the right when he became the Vampire Ascendant, when he ended things after Auri refused to become a spawn.

honeysuckle and fresh meat (shadowheart/auri/astarion)

oneiric (complete, 7866 words) - pwp one-shot. sub!shadowheart + sub!astarion.

Shadowheart snorts. Auri can't stop thinking about what Astarion said in bed the other night. She says, “The problem is that I have trouble letting go of control with people that I don't trust. And people that I trust are few and far between.”

Astarion smirks. “Yes, I can see how that would be difficult. I tend to be the one doing the controlling, if we can call it that, but letting it go can be just as…” Astarion trails off as if searching for the perfect word. “Fulfilling.”

green-eyed (complete, 2427 words) - pwp one-shot. valentine's day cuckfic.

All sex before was mediocre compared to this. Shadowheart wants for nothing.

Well. Almost nothing.

verdant (aeva/halsin)

impractical (complete, 1200 words) - one-shot.

His savior was a half-drow, as he’d later learn, but there hadn’t been time to reprimand himself for his prejudices. She’d slain his captors with relative ease, assisted by a human warlock, a half-elf Sharran, and a raging tiefling, and when he’d said he couldn’t possibly leave this place without removing the goblin leaders from the equation, she’d tilted her head to the side.

“We disposed of them before we found you.”

adjustments (complete, 1011 words) - one-shot.

The Underdark is beautiful in its own way, but it’s difficult for Aeva to divorce its aesthetic from the realities of living there. She’d been forced to claw her way out from destitution so often that it might as well have torn the nails from her fingers, and if desperation was currency, she would have wanted for nothing.

vital (complete, 1384 words) - one-shot.

Halsin’s dangerous in an unusual way. Being near him makes Aeva feel secure, and that’s never ended pleasantly. A tenday ago, she would have ignored his question outright.

He doesn’t press her for anything else, and for some reason, that loosens Aeva’s lips more.

old habits (complete, 1545 words) - one-shot.

Death to slavers always. That much will never change.

faithless (wyll/nora/astarion)

acumen (complete, 984 words) - one-shot.

Wyll likes to believe that everyone is doing the best they can.

bluster (wisp/gale)

tailwind (complete, 1670 words) - one-shot.

Wisp is loud, obnoxious, and concerned with little but joy and adventure. Stealth eludes her entirely, she’s constantly talking about how she’d feel better if they were on a ship, she never stops talking about how much she misses sailing and the sea, and she’s purported to be a cleric, but Gale has yet to see anything holy about her.

assorted other stuff

hearth (complete, 602 words) - shadowheart/karlach one-shot.

It’s cold tonight. Baldur’s Gate buzzes in the distance, and it’s hard to say what waits for them there. They’ve all still got parasites in their heads, there are two Chosen left, and Shadowheart’s renounced the only thing she knows.

cursed (complete, 1124 words) - gale/astarion one-shot.

When Gale Dekarios was born, there were whispers that he was cursed.

hypotheticals (complete, 542 words) - wyll/astarion one-shot.

in another life, a lot of things could have been different.

the devil in the details (complete, 1241 words) - wyll/astarion one-shot.

“Self-pity is a strange look on the Blade of Frontiers.”

all of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine (ongoing) - 1/2 chapters. nevestarion modern au for @again-please.

Astarion’s mass of white curls retreats; Neve can just make them out in the darkness, courtesy of the street lamps. The scowl on her face sits firmly. She can’t throw the milk frother at him. But if he’s going to make this a miserable experience for her, then she can certainly give as good as she gets.

[disasterbuck]

that conniving girlfriend chat

Buddie | T | 2427 words total | 2/2 chapters by @disasterbuck and @veronae-buddie

Wherein Buck and Eddie are dating suspicious women who decide to test them by changing the names of certain contacts in their phones ...

One prompt, two ways!

read on ao3

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Choices We Make

by SummerKnight717 It is becoming obvious to both of them that rescue will not arrive in time. Well. It has become obvious to Bruce. He has been hoping it will not be quite so obvious to Dick. Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampire Bruce Wayne, Druid Dick Grayson, Werewolf Jason Todd, non human batfamily, Protective Dick Grayson, Hurt Dick Grayson, Hurt Bruce Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Batfamily (DCU), Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Dick Grayson Calls Bruce Wayne "Dad", Bruce Wayne is Dick Grayson's Parent, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Self-Sacrificing Dick Grayson, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Blood Loss, Magical Dick Grayson, Creepy Ra's al Ghul via https://ift.tt/xGjTtzP

[kutsyymio]

Day 2: Extremely Hereditary Murphy's Law

Humanization!

AU crossover "Milo Murphy's Law × Danny Phantom × My Hero Academia"

Girl, because why not? Definitely not to paint inverse nails... This is just the fashion of the future... And bandages on the eyes are for beauty, in fact, she sees, and of course Murphy’s famous curl of hair (that’s where it comes from)

I had this idea that Murphy has negative probability ions due to the fact that this is a quirk of "failure"

There was a guy with a quirk of failure in the future 2427, he was unlucky always and everywhere, he was afraid to even go outside, as it was life-threatening. But one day he met a hero girl (I haven't come up with a quirk yet) who was a hero for money, and she changed his life, and he changed hers.

As a result, they had a son who inherited his father's quirk. At some point, the girl saves her husband and child at the cost of her life, and becomes a ghost, whose purpose is to protect her husband and son from the vagaries of negative probability ions...

The husband gets drunk from grief and dies (hmm...). And the son is taken into the past by the Bureau of Time, headed by Fufelshmertz, so the Murphys ended up in 1800~ years. The ghost of the mother, due to the fact that she was connected with the child, also turns out to be in the past.

After some time, she realizes that she can see and manipulate negative probability ions. Thus, she is going to change just a constant failure to "Murphy's Law" with a vague and flexible wording:

✨— Everything that can go wrong will go wrong

Now the Murphys can at least be calm about something, because if the whole world thinks that you should have already died, then it will go wrong, and they will stay alive no matter what

✨That's why Murphy's Law lured time travelers to Sheriff Murphy so much, because the mother from the future missed that atmosphere (probably)

✨That's why "Rooting for the Enemy" worked, since Murphy's Law is not just the soulless will of physics, but also the sense of humor that really existed in the future, moved into the person's past.

✨She loves irony, humor, memes, especially loves trying to recreate memes from the future in the past with the help of Murphy's failure.

✨She also likes to keep a catalog of possible threats and misfortunes, and sometimes test something from it on Murphy in order to weave the thread of the future and the past into one bundle, and so that they don't relax too much

(๑˙ー˙๑)

Murphy's Law (under the supervision of a ghost) is a little easier to live with than complete failure in everything and everywhere

Again, thanks to @enbyhoneyfluff for an interesting ZMMtober!

[burningfieldof-clover]

leaving. echo x f!reader

Here is my first fic written for Star Wars.

Warnings: SPOILERS FROM SEASON 2 EPISODE 8. THIS WILL BREAK YOUR HEART. Angst, established relationship, lots of raised voices, panic attack, fluffy maybe? The panic attack explained in the work below is a replication of my own panic attacks. Seriously my heart is broken and this is me venting.

word count: 2427

Echo’s off-the-wall choice suddenly throws your life off track. There wasn’t even a track to begin with.

Spoilers! You have been warned!

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“Best of luck, Echo.”

What? You looked up at Tech as he gave a small salute. 

Omega looked up at Echo, panic starting to set into her eyes. “Luck with what?” 

The world faded out around you, sounds made no vibrations and colors started to vanish. You tried to ground yourself, find something to bring you back to the present. The skyline was tilting. Your sight was dimming. Your legs were failing.

A jolt brought you back; Echo’s hand grabbed your upper arm and all senses came rushing back with a sharp whiplash.

“Cyar’ika, hey, hey hey hey, are you with me?” Echo fell with you to his knees as well, trying to balance you with his scomp link as well. 

Your eyes finally met his. His eyes were definitely showing the most concern, more concern than you’d ever recorded in them before. Your bottom lip twitched, making you realize your lips were parted.

Echo leaned downward and toward you, his head not quite level with yours but also not above it. His hand started to raise to your face to touch your cheek, but you instantly slapped it away. 

“Are you serious?” you muttered out. “You’re really trying to comfort me right now–when you made this–this–decision? Without considering me?!”

Echo sighed in defeat. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to–”

“Didn’t want me to what?” you exclaimed jumping to your feet and backstepping. “Is this really happening right now? You’re leaving the team–you’re leaving me?”

Echo’s brows furrowed. “Now listen here! I have a chance to help people! I have a chance to save my brothers! You want me to turn my back on them?!”

“No, I…” you trailed off, suddenly losing the anger and feeling the replaced emotion of fear. “Echo, I never, I mean–I don’t want that–”

“What do you want then? You should know better than anyone else my feelings here!” Echo’s chest was rising and falling quickly, his breathing so heavy and his expression the same scrunch you usually see in Hunter or Crosshair.

You were breathing fine… until now. You couldn’t find the oxygen to fill your lungs. You gasped in and out, increasing in speed rapidly. Echo’s entire demeanor changed. He recognized the panic setting into your body, and if he didn’t calm you soon you’d hyperventilate to unconsciousness. Tears fell from your eyes quicker than a faucet. Your nose was starting to turn a red color as it scrunched up on your face. You started sobbing between the gasps in your panic attack.

Echo approached you quickly and grabbed your left hand and placed it on your left ear, then his left hand on your right ear. “Mesh’la breathe, I’ve got you, just breathe with me. In and out, in and out.” You fell back to your knees. He knew putting pressure on your ears was one of your grounding techniques. Blocking out the sound of your own panic helped.

The hyperventilating breathing started to dull, but you were still bawling, nearly screaming trying to release the emotions.

“Echo, why? I’ll go with you. I’ll go with you!”

Echo sighed and moved his hand from covering your ear to touch your cheek, tilt your chin up. “I can’t let you come with us. It’s going to be dangerous.”

“Are you kriffing kidding me?” you sent sarcastic laughs through your sobs. “We put ourselves in danger every. Single. Day. Why is this different?”

He glanced down to where your hand fell into your lap. “Because… it’s only going to be Rex and I. When you’re with the boys,” he nodded toward the Marauder, “there are more eyes to watch you, more people that have your back.”

“Who is going to have yours?!” you cried out.

“Rex will. And the brothers we save along the way.”

The heels of your hands came up to your eyes and wiped some tears, wiped your nose. You were gross, you were raw. “You and I, we had each others’ back.” Hiccups were coming through your mouth now. “I covered you. I healed you.”

Echo was starting to form tears in his eyes. They haven’t fallen. “You’ll never know how much I love you for your role as a medic. As my technician. As my partner.” His last word cracked as the first tear was shed. “Mesh’la, you’re… you’re still so beautiful even when you cry.”

You threw a playful punch at his shoulder, reluctantly laughing. Echo chuckled too, a small glimmer of hope playing across his face.

Your sobs started to subside as Echo caressed your face and rubbed small lines with his thumb.

“So,” you whispered. “I can’t change your mind?”

Echo scoffed. “You could. You could talk me into anything. But I’m asking you to please honor me. Let me do this. I… It’s what… It's what Fives wanted to do. I couldn’t be there for my brother when he died. If I could even save just one of my brothers, I feel like he would smile upon me. He’d forgive me.”

Suddenly, you grabbed his face. “Darling, no, Fives never blamed you for anything. He loved you more and more each day, I just know it.”

“Thank you, cyare. You’ve always given me reasons to believe.”

Another bout of silence.

“You’ll come back, right?”

Echo pushed his forehead to yours a little too quickly. It could have felt uncomfortable, but you pushed back just as hard. “I promise I’ll come back to you. You have to promise to be there for me.”

While you both held each other's gaze like it was a staring contest in which the winner would be crowned the king, your pinky slowly raised into his peripherals. He linked his pinky with you quickly. You could feel a slight tremor in his hand.

“I promise,” you pouted.

Echo exhaled the weight of this situation. It wasn’t as heavy, it wasn’t gone, but it was manageable. A small smile played across his lips as they came closer to yours. You felt that smile form. Your breath caught in your chest. The butterflies hovered in your belly just like they always did when he was about to kiss you. The kisses were never quick. They always always had meaning. He has kissed you many times in your partnership and each one was new and felt like the first time everytime. 

His hand started to move through your hair and grabbed the back of your head so he could pull you into this deep kiss. Your tears fell silently, salting both pairs of lips as they clashed. Your arm rounded his neck and forced you both to stand on your knees and push your bodies together. Your other arm went under his to wrap around his back and dig your fingernails into his back through an opening in his armor. 

You both kissed as though if you ever stopped, you would perish. You couldn’t tell if Echo had let go of tears since your eyes were clamped closed. Tongues danced in the space created between your lips. His hand was tangling in your hair. Your fingertips were getting caught on snags on his blacks. The world began to disappear around you again, but in a good way. 

Echo could get lost at this moment. He was pouring his heart into this, his full attention, pulling every feeling and texture into his memory. He had no idea when he would see you again. He had even intention to return, no matter what. He would save his brothers, then save you.

You heard a silent yet desperate “I love you” whimpered into the kiss. The interaction started moving to cheeks, hungrilly to your neck and an attempt to do the same to him, but he stopped you, but not before kissing your forehead, your nose. You both pulled back to look at each other, breathing heavy and both tinted red. Your hands went to both sides of his face and your thumbs traced the pronounced cheekbones. 

“Echo, I love you. You do what you need to do, but you better come back to me. You comm me whenever it’s safe. I’ll keep our channel open, always.”

Echo grinned. “I know you will. I love you, mesh’la. I won’t let you down.” He rose to his feet, kissed the top of your head, then pulled you to your feet. “I wish I had time to show you, remind you of how special you are to me, how radiant you are.” He chuckled quietly. “Hell, if you and I ended up in that bunk right now, I wouldn’t be able to leave.”

You giggled. “I know, my love. I respect your desire. I know that you’ve been wanting to be a part of the bigger picture for a while.” Your forehead met his again while your hands grabbed his one hand. Both of you were tracing thumbs over the other’s. 

A silent pause. You felt the universe telling you that you needed to return to the ship. You needed to go be the medic to the most ridiculous, courageous, radical clones you’ve ever met. 

“Don’t forget me,” you whispered. 

Echo shook his head while still pressed against your forehead. You both had visions focused on the hands between you. “I’ll never forget you.”

You bit your lip, considering not even speaking the next thought: “Don’t forget what I feel like. Right now or in bed as we were last night.”

A small growl escaped from between his lips as a warning. “The same goes for you.” His hand broke free from the bind you had on it. He grabbed the back of your neck and forced your head to tilt upward with a small tug of your hair. “When I come home–” you let out a heated gasp at the word home “--whenever I’m able to stop kissing you–” he kissed one corner of your mouth “--all over–” he kissed the other side “--then I’ll remind you, just in case you forgot.”

Both of you laughed together briefly. You kissed his lips gingerly, then pulled away. 

“Come home soon,” you whispered, the tears beginning to form and fall again. 

There was nothing Echo could do to take those tears away. Your pain was valid. His was too. “Keep the light on for me.”

You both looked into each other's eyes, darting between each feature you could both drink in quickly. 

“I’ll see you soon,” you both said in unison. 

Echo grabbed your hand one last time, spun you in a circle and pointed your path toward the Marauder. You took slow, forced steps away from him, dreading the moment your hands parted. Your fingers hung on as long as they could, until his touch was gone. You looked over your shoulder as you kept walking away. His smile was the peace you needed, the last thing you wanted to see. 

You could tell you both were fighting the drive to go down your separate paths. You knew that this was how it needed to be, though. You needed to let him go, let him be the hero he’s been dreaming to be. He needed to let you go and care for his brothers and sister. He knew they would thrive under your care. 

You climbed the ramp to the Marauder and stopped at the top step. You turned around to look at him one last time. 

Echo gave a salute with his scomp link hand, and with a choked laugh, you returned the gesture albeit not as formal. You stepped back and pressed the button to draw the ramp upward. You had no idea you were holding your breath until the image of him disappeared. 

Tech leads the ship upward and off of the platform. You were still frozen to the spot you stood upon. The air and mood was stale, frantic, pressured. You had no idea how long you remained there, but when you turned around you first laid eyes on Wrecker and Omega. Each of them looked at you with sympathy. 

You waved your hand. “I’ll be okay. We all will be.”

Wrecker let out the breath he held. “You know it!”

Omega charged you and hugged your waist. She didn’t have any words since she was still processing her own feelings. 

Hunter entered the small area from the section of the ship that held the bunks. He pointed over his shoulder. “Echo left you something on your bed.”

Curiously you began heading that way. Pressing a button on the wall, the door to the bunks opened up. You couldn’t really see it from the doorway, so you approached your bed slowly as though you feared what you could find.

Your hands reached for the folded paper first. Unfolding it, you saw a quickly scrawled note.

I’ll always protect you, cyar’ika. 

A small smile showed up on your face. You heard Omega and Wrecker’s footsteps close in on the doorway. 

Placing the letter back down where it came from, your fingertips landed on the sheet that covered a large shape. You grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it away.

You broke into sobs again, probably not for the last time today. You were smiling despite crying so heavily. Your arms crossed so you could hug yourself. You knelt down to the ground. One of your hands caressed the set of armor that laid on your bed, but it remained atop of the shape of a handprint stamped in red against the color of black and white plastoid. 

Hunter’s voice spoke up from behind you. “He wanted you to have your own set of armor. He entrusted us to make sure you’re kept safe, so we grabbed what we could. I hope it fits.”

“Is this, is this his handprint?”

Hunter hummed in confirmation. 

At this point, Tech had the ship set to autopilot so he was able to join the crew. “I haven’t had a chance to quality check it, so when you try it–”

Tech was cut off by Wrecker’s hand over his mouth. Wrecker pointed at you with his eyes. Tech took the hint. 

Each of your teammates looked upon you. Your hand was still laid upon Echo’s handprint on your first ever set of armor.

Omega’s small hand touched your back. Hunter’s hand fell onto your shoulder. Tech’s landed on your other shoulder. Wrecker placed a hand on top of your head. 

It was then–you knew you and Echo would be okay.

[skydensen]

Okay, okay, but fic idea; Regressed Ennis helping Jack out with the sheep. Maybe feeding em and giving them water while Jack does all the hard labor LOL

Agere!Ennis del mar Cg!jack twist fic

Word count: 2427

Note: hey!! This is a very cute request!! I loved the idea but I gotta say I’m sorry cause It’s only a part of the story near the end, I got a little invested so it’s just a little long I hope you enjoy it thought anon!

Cw: queer guilt mentioned (very little, only really referenced) / eating avoidance

The sky was beginning to slowly light up as the freezing cold air that was natural from the mornings in Brokeback began to sway away, the signs from the day starting were approaching surely, and Ennis could sense it immediately as he was the one who always woke up first between him and Jack.

He let out a quiet hum as he woke up, intending to stay quiet enough to not wake up the man beside him.

“Better to not be a bother” he thought as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, still pretty tired after all the work he had to do yesterday, he wished he could have just one day away from all of this, with Jack of course, but the money was a good enough reason to not complain to anyone about it.

He felt as if something was a little off this morning, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet but it definitely felt familiar to him, maybe his lack of sleep was finally getting to him, or maybe he was just tired from all the work he had to yesterday, one thing he knew: he didn’t like it, and he wished this sensation could stop, and he also wished Jack was awake, so he didn’t have to do with the guilt alone.

Anxiety was running through the cowboy’s veins, an usual occurrence for Ennis as most of the time he got too deep into his thoughts and they ate his mind away, still, he preferred to stay quiet about the problems in his head and not having to share much details about his life to anyone, only thing is that he wasn’t with anyone right now, quite the contrary; he was with the only person who he actually managed to share his thoughts with, the man who he trusted the most Jack Twist

He thought about the night prior and how he hugged Jack in his sleep, he never said anything about it because of how embarrassed he was to even realize the action, but he couldn’t help himself around Jack, he loved him, and oh god how much he wished he was awake right now..

He kept looking at Jack’s face, not thinking much now, the anxiety was still there, but it was starting to become replaced by something else, some strange fuzziness affecting his brain and making him want to do one thing and one thing only: wake up Jack, and cling onto him just as he dreamt to do every night they slept in different tents.

Ennis wasn’t thinking straight anymore, or he wasn’t thinking at all, he could barely get himself to question what he was doing as he put one of his right hand on Jack’s shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly.

he put his left thumb on his mouth as he started to chew on the skin next to his nail, he was nervous, anxious, but most importantly: very needy, he wanted Jack right now, and that was the only thing his mind could focus on, even if he was scared of making him angry…

angry

As Ennis kept shaking Jack’s shoulder slowly he began opening his eyelids and he changed his position while still mostly unconscious, he looked to his side and noticed Ennis before doing a big yawn and then he began staring at the cowboy, intrigued by the reason he had woken him up.

Ennis was shaking, his little mind was in fear as he remembered almost vividly how his father yelled at him whenever he woke him up for whatever reason it was, what if Jack was gonna react the same way? What if he was mad at him? What if he yelled?

“Mornin’” said Jack with a slightly more deep voice than usual, product of the fact he had just woken up.

“We.. gotta go to the sheep yet? Or why’d you wake me up?” He asked while looking at Ennis with a tired and confused look, he was starting to notice the strange behavior in the man, but he didn’t wanna brought it up just yet.

“N-no..” Ennis managed to mumble, Jack didn’t seem mad, but he couldn’t just trust blindly in anyone, and he was still involuntary shaking along with his voice.

“Ennis, you’re shaking.. catch a cold or somethin’?” Jack asked with concern, which made Ennis quickly shook his head at Jack’s question, he wasn’t sick, he just.. needed him.

Jack stared at Ennis for a few seconds, he knew what it was, or at least he was pretty sure he knew, he just needed confirmation in his theory, so he moved himself closer to Ennis as they both laid together on the tent.

“Not feelin’ too big, are we little lamb?” He asked with a little smirk in his face, he liked comforting Ennis of course, but a little tease here and there was never wrong in the eyes of the playful cowboy.

Ennis’s cheeks quickly turned a light red color as he started looking at the ground, starting to chew on his thumb again, he was so embarrassed anytime Jack teased him, and he knew it well.

Jack took the finger out of Ennis’s mouth out of instinct and he chuckled quietly as he shook his head in disapproval.

“C’mon now.. you can hurt yourself like this little lamb; dada doesn’t wanna see you hurt”

Ennis grumbled a little to himself, but at this point he couldn’t hide his tiredness anymore, and his regression wasn’t helping at all as he got closer to Jack and put his head on his shoulder. He felt so exhausted, he just wanted to be held by Jack for a moment, maybe even forever~

“My poor boy… you woke up dada ‘cause you wanted to cling to him, hmm” he muttered as he put his arms around Ennis.

Ennis only made quiet and small noises as he kept his head on Jack’s shoulder; he didn’t say more than two words whenever he felt like this, whenever he felt this little.

It felt so cozy whenever he slipped and Jack was around him to take care of him; he loved it, and he loved his papa.

After a few minutes in the same position, Jack slowly unwrapped his arms, taking them away from Ennis’s body, which earned him a pitiful whine from the regressed cowboy.

Jack chuckled at the small whine before speaking.

“C’mon little lamb… I still got work to do… How about you help me out looking over the sheep and makin’ sure they are well fed while I herd them with the puppies, hm?”

Ennis huffed quietly, he really didn’t wanna let go of the position he was in right now.. but he also wanted to make his papa happy and be good for him so he resigned himself to give a slow nod as he slowly got his head out of his dada’s shoulder.

Jack slowly stood up, his body was still tired from all the work he had to do yesterday.

“Come now, we’ll ride on my horse, little lamb” Jack smiled as he looked down at Ennis before ruffling his already messy hair

Ennis looked at Jack sheepishly, and Jack knew well what that look meant: fear, after seeing Ennis like this a few times already it was obvious that Ennis tended to fear animals at first, but Jack was gonna make sure he felt comfortable with all the animals they were gonna see today

“Would be cute if I saw him feed some sheep” Jack thought as he looked at the now even more shy Ennis waiting for Jack’s next move.

“C’mon.. horse won’t do nothin’ to ya, he a real good boy, you’ll see” he said with a smile, and he grabbed Ennis’s hand and helped him get up.

Ennis held onto Jack’s hand tightly, not wanting to ever let go as Jack guided then over next to the horse, but before they could Jack looked at Ennis with a worried look

“Did you eat something before I woke up, little lamb?” Jack asked with genuine concern, he knew about Ennis’s bad habits and how they tended to get worse when he regressed

Ennis stood quiet for as long as he could, his eyes darting at the floor because he didn’t want to have a look at Jack’s face, he was too embarrassed to admit anything

“I’ll take that as a no…” Jack sighed, he wasn’t upset or mad, but he was definitely worried about Ennis

“C’mon, dada can do something for you really quick-“

“N-no” Ennis managed tu mumbled, leaving Jack surprised, getting the blonde cowboy to talk while regressing was almost impossible, but he also rarely got to see Ennis not listening to him when he was.. misbehaving even

“My sweet lamb, you know dada only wants you to eat because he wants you to grow big and healthy just like him.. now c’mon..”

“No” Ennis muttered again, he had a slightly defiant look in his face, but it was still a embarrassed one after all.

Jack sighed, even thought Ennis had always behaved perfectly when he was like this it was no surprise that toddlers and babies had their bad days, where they misbehave or throw tantrums, he wanted to keep insisting with Ennis until he gave up, but he knew it was getting late and he knew the sheep were unsupervised right now.

“When we come back I’m makin’ you eat somethin’ little lamb” Jack said softly, but his voice carried a more strong demeanor to it this time, Jack worried a lot about Ennis’s wellbeing, and he was gonna make sure he didn’t get sick or worse by avoiding his needs so much.

Ennis just stood there quietly while Jack checked on the horses in detail, he was a little scared of making his dada mad, he couldn’t lie about it.. but in his mind and in his stomach eating beans sounded worse than anything on the world right now, and the sole thought of having to actually eat them was getting him genuinely upset.

“I’ll help ya up the ho’sie sweetheart” Jack said as he looked over at Ennis’s worried expression

“He doesn’t bite my boy.. I promise, he is a good boy, just like you are” Jack smiled and gently patted the horse’s head

“See? Nothing to fear here, little lamb”

Ennis seemed reluctant, he didn’t trust the horse completely, but someone he did trust was Jack so he eventually nodded while he closed his eyes, letting Jack do what he had to.

He got a hold of Ennis’s waist carefully and he used his strength to help him on the back of the horse, smiling as he saw that Ennis was now secured in the back, before getting in the front himself.

“Grab a hold of me boy, put your arms around dada’s body and we will go over to see the cute sheep” he stated

Ennis listened carefully, and got a tight grip on Jack’s body as he started to ride his horse, leading them both over to the place where the sheep were.

Jack smiled all the way there, happy that Ennis was slowly getting more comfortable sharing the little side of him, he was still embarrassed, but he managed to not blush all the time because of it, and that was progress.

As they rode together Jack smirked

“You see the sheep, kiddo?” He asked

Ennis nodded enthusiastically

dogs, horses, cows, (…) they were all animals that scared him a little while he was regressed, and he always kept an eye on them to make sure they wouldn’t “try to eat him” but with sheep Ennis was different, he found himself at peace with them and loved petting their fluffy hair, this was something Jack was certainly aware of, so he hoped that Ennis would enjoy doing this activity again while he actually managed to herd them.

“Well, we’re here lambie” Jack announced, getting himself down and then helping Ennis to do this as well.

The sheep were seconds away from Ennis now, and he couldn’t hide his excitement at all, his eyes were shining bright and he had a small smile in his face.

“Someone is excited to see the sheep, isn’t he?” He teased, enjoying seeing Ennis like this, a smile on his face was a rare sight for sure.

Ennis blushed but only for a moment before getting his eyes back on the sheep, he couldn’t wait to play with them, that if his dada allowed it of course.

The blonde cowboy pulled on Jack’s coat, letting him know that he wanted his attention right now.

“Yes, little lamb?” He asked softly

“..mmh..” he pointed to the sheep and mumbled

“You wanna go play with ‘em don’t ya” Jack chuckled

“S-sheep” Ennis mumbled with a little effort, he really really liked them

Jack eyes widened in surprise as he heard the word come out of Ennis’s mouth, it was a challenge to even hear him say yes or no, and he was saying the name of an animal now, Jack felt like a proud father now

“That’s right! The sheep.. you said it so well little lamb, of course you can go play with them!” He smiled as he patted Ennis’s head

Ennis smiled at Jack and slowly walked over to the sheep with a smile on his face, a little shy at first of course, he said hi to them with a small wave from his right hand and he went on to pet as many sheep as he could, giggling and muttering as he kept going, it was truly a sight to behold, and the one who was enjoying it the most was Jack.

Ennis came back a few seconds later, looking at Jack and then pointing to the river that was nearby and then the sheep, his way of saying “they’re thirsty”

Jack nodded, understanding what Ennis wanted to do perfectly as he got the dogs to guide the sheep to the water nearby, Ennis smiled at the sight, glad that their little companions were getting what they needed.

Seeing his little boy calm like this brought a sense of relief to him, and he couldn’t help but get infected by Ennis’s smile

Jack sighed one last time before getting back into his horse as he started to herd the sheep again with the help of the dogs, and of course, the help of the best little helper in Brokeback mountain: Ennis Del Mar

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the fine print and other things james t. kirk doesn't read

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53042665 by onlyafterhours After the destruction of Vulcan, many members of the endangered species are left without bondmates. To prevent any further unnecessary deaths, a program is set up to match volunteers with Vulcans entering pon farr alone. It’s a simple contract: complete a mental compatibility exam, and when a Vulcan enters pon farr with a high enough compatibility score, you drop everything to spend a night on New Vulcan, then go your separate ways. There are definitely no weird ancient bonds in play that can get you accidentally-Vulcan-married to that person. …Right? Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Christopher Pike Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Additional Tags: Trans James T. Kirk, Bottom James T. Kirk, Top Spock (Star Trek), Possessive Spock (Star Trek), Rough Sex, Pon Farr (Star Trek), Accidental Bonding, Cadet James T. Kirk, Professor Spock (Star Trek) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53042665

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#omegaproblems by subnivean - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12539, sterek)

Stiles didn't need an alpha. He might want one, though.

Nothing Stands Between Us Here by 17 pansies (17pansies)  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1373, sterek)

Derek is possessive. Not that Stiles seems to mind.

Unapologetic porn.

Rules of engagement by devilscut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17012, sterek)

While playing a drinking game at a pack party Stiles confesses that he would totally suck Derek Hale's brains out through his dick only to discover that the Alpha's heard him. With Derek making a huge effort to totally ignore him, Stiles is very surprised when one night a week later his Alpha enters his bedroom asking "Did you mean it?". 

The only problem is that Stiles has done too much research and he knows of all the weird stuff that's out there that has been linked to werewolf sex and Stiles is very happy being a boy.. not being pregnant and not leaking weird lubricant out of his ass. What's a guy to do when his wolf wants to take it to the next level?

Reflections (on the mating habits of the average North American werewolf) by thingswithteeth - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3206, sterek)

What the Plan does not include, and Stiles wants to be very clear on this point, is Derek Hale breaking the lock on the dressing room at the local tuxedo rental place while Stiles is trying things on.

Previously titled "Mirror, Mirror."

Good Boy by StilesStilinskiMcCall - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2802, sterek)

Derek fucks stiles in the hallway at a party. Pure Porn.

Creeper Wolf by FearThisQueer - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5069, sterek)

So Derek may have a bit of a problem.

But it’s not really his fault, he can’t help that Stiles smells so good. And if Derek watches him at lacrosse practice a couple times a week and then rushes home to jerk off, well… that’s nobody’s business but his own. It’s not like he’s actually doing anything, right?

but monsters are always hungry, darling by Rena - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7071, sterek)

"I just...I just want someone to fuck me,” he blurts out, flailing his hands around. “I mean, like, really fuck me. Not any of this wishy-washy stuff, but someone with strength and stamina who’ll actually, honestly, fuck me, hold me down and fuck me so hard I can still feel it the next day.”

“So, essentially, you want a werewolf,” Lydia deduces.

“Where would I even find a werewolf willing to fuck a human?” Stiles demurs. Werewolves mostly keep to themselves. Stiles doesn’t blame them.

“Oh for Christ’s sake.” Lydia levels him with a hard look. “You find them where you find everyone you can purchase the fulfillment of your every sexual fantasy from. Find a damn hooker.”

it’s not how big, it’s how mean by wiski - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7156, sterek)

“So… Is this an actual neck thing or just your oral fixation?” He asks while idly running a hand up and down the relaxed curve of Stiles’s spine. “I thought I was the werewolf in this relationship.”

Purely Wanton by iofbeholder - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3528, sterek)

Newly turned Stiles starts experiencing unexpected changes to his body and a need he’s never fathomed before. 

Or the one where Derek turns Stiles, and Stiles goes in to heat. Derek interrupts Stiles and his "monster" of a sex toy.

Stiles gets a satisfying conclusion. So does Derek.

We're Messy Through And Through by jettiebettie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2427, sterek)

Derek has issues when it comes to sex. He's not against getting naked and sweaty as a rule, but past experiences have a way of making so many things that should be easy and natural ultimately not. It takes Stiles forever and a day to convince him that sex was something they totally should be doing, all day every day, 24/7. Because, while make-out sessions were hot and handjobs hotter, there was only so much clothes-on touching that Stiles could stand before he felt like he was straight up about to combust from all the wasted, pent up arousal.

So when it finally happens, it's like whatever chain Derek's been keeping around himself fucking snaps.

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Prom of 1985

https://ift.tt/6tpJ4XP by AshleyleyGraves Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Visual Novel) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Andrew Graves, Ashley Graves, Renee Graves, Mr. Graves (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley), Liam OC, Alex OC, Julia (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley) Relationships: Andrew Graves/Ashley Graves, Andrew Graves & Ashley Graves Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Incest, Brother-Sister Relationships, Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Prom

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When We're Older by lesbians4munson | G | 2427 "Louis, you dickhead!" "What did I do now??" "This letter is not romantic at all and it's very mean!” Harry frowns “Do it again!" "Harry you asked for a letter and I gave you one, look it's all nice and sealed up in an envelope and everything! Oh, and would you look at that there's even a stamp." He had looked forever for that goddamn stamp, at least someone should appreciate it. "Louis, I don't ask for much, can I please just have one nice letter?" "Fine."

For a lifetime I’ll be by your side (I do) by SadaVeniren | M | 3914 “If this works out I’m gonna ask you to marry me,” Louis whispered. He felt Harry stir in his arms, and he held his breath, hoping he hadn’t woken him. No such luck, because a moment later Harry mumbled back, “I accept.” Louis swallowed, a smile crossing his face. “You do?” Harry mumbled again in agreement. “Marry you in every country I can.” Five times Louis proposed to Harry and One time Harry proposed to Louis

to love you in word and deed by YesIsAWorld | G | 4159 Louis loves everything about living with Harry. Except for Harry's effusive proposals. Because the problem is, it's getting harder and harder for Louis to keep reacting like they're jokes.

With This Wing, I Thee Wed by LadyAJ_13 | T | 4649 “Nando’s?” Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.” “And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.

through reds and pinks by honey_beeing | T | 8487 "So, you propose to me at every restaurant we go to? And you'll have it recorded?" Said out loud like that, it sounded bad- it sounded scary. Like something that was determined to go wrong. (or) Harry and Louis go through a series of fake proposals on Valentine's day for Louis's vlog.

Dance Me (to the End of Love) by phdmama | E | 19306 You would think that it's a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it's no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end.

Love in Slow Motion by hkafterdark | M | 23989 Louis had been proposing to Liam on and off for going on four years now. It started as a joke, an insistence that he could absolutely come up with a hundred wedding proposals as sweet as kittens bearing rings. It started as a joke. It didn't stay that way.

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Can You See the Moon from There?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NDIVRnG

by KJGooding

The newest resident of the Swamp is very particular, and Hawkeye wants to figure out what he likes... because Hawkeye likes him.

Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: MASH (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Charles Emerson Winchester III

Relationships: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce/Charles Emerson Winchester III

Additional Tags: Drunken Kissing, Asexual Charles Emerson Winchester III

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NDIVRnG

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A Little Bit Selfish

A Little Bit Selfish by yesthisisnarumi

If he'd told his 6 year-old self that he just had birthday dinner with his mom and three best friends, including Kacchan, and that this many people had already told him "Happy Birthday" before 9 am, little Izuku probably would have passed out on the spot.

Giggling at the thought, he happily chews and scrolls, until one message brings his chipper morning to a grinding halt.

> happy birthday, izuku. pino says hi.

Words: 2427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Rody Soul, Todoroki Shouto, Pino | Rody Soul's Bird

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Rody Soul

Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Future Fic, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Wingman Todoroki Shouto, Reunions, Surprise Party, platonic krbktddk because i cannot help myself, Second first kiss, Getting Together, Kissing, My Hero Academia: World Heroes' Mission Spoilers, background Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48193678