#AH BUT I'VE MISSED WRITING HIM DAMMIT

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Nathaniel

The funniest thing an angel can do is defy expectations. Unless, you expect angels to be horrid, malicious creatures, in that case, the funniest thing an angel can do is prove you right.

Nathaniel makes sure to lean over his momentary companion's shoulder just close enough it's more uncomfortable than comfortable, and tips his forefinger against his chin. His other hand is calmly resting behind his back. He seems to be staring at the bubbling, foul-smelling, most likely poisonous monstrosity with some sort of scientific curiosity.

Up until the moment said scientific curiosity vanishes off his features and the smile to take its place takes on a wicked touch, as some European in the 16th century might have put it.

"Yeah, you should definitely drink that. No way around it. God told me."

[ikkosu]

more selkie stuff. thought abt it some more, i think prowl taking your coat works best with a certain foundation. like if he knew you as a 'human' first, getting attached and then found out about the coat. if he did take it he would try to convince himself hes in the right, that keeping you by his side is how he can look after you best. the fact that he'd be lonely without you has nothing to do with it of course.

maybe the selkie doesn't even want to leave him but the fact they have the ability to concerns him, bc yknow. trust issues ahoy

it feels less believable for him to take the coat if he knew them in seal form first. in my mind he would see that as the 'default' state, so to keep them as a human he would have to be really emotionally invested + paranoid/overprotective.

i prefer meeting as a selkie (and fluff over angst)so i'm gonna shelve the coat taking idea in my mind for now

on that note, i thought of something i like more for human prowl and selkie: wearing his clothes! its one of my fav tropes and we miss out on that when he's a bot lol. and the added layer of a selkie, who could view sharing clothes as trusting even if they know it likely doesn't mean the same to a human. first offers you something of his to wear bc you can just walk around naked. then he tries to get you your own clothes but u only want his. making a nest out of his clothes and him grumbling bc he just ironed those shirts dammit.

wait i just realized i switched from him stealing your clothes to you stealing prowls lmao. - gourmet anon

ah yes, I actually did more research on selkie (WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE SITE THATS RELIABLE???) and uh the entire folklore was,,, kind of grim? 😭 The underlying message especially,,,,was king of grim and I would have to agree choosing fluff over angst 😌 the coat thing was kind of angsty and I would imagine prowl doing a hefty amount of research for his conclusions to come to that (hiding the cloak deliberately so selkie comes after him)

I've had enough of giving prowl angst lmao (maybe that coat thing could have other uses...)

But gosh!!

Prowl meeting a seal, unaware of it's true form. It's big eyes and doleful look adorable to the many — but to him, it's an obstacle because currently the seal is trying to drag him into the water, flapping it's tail to splash the at him and he's all but clawing himself to the shore.

Oh but the stealing clothes idea was so adorable!!! Him buying a full set of clothes only for you to strip out of it later because it didn't have his scent and he finds you smooshed in his closet. Prowl is at his wits end.....

I should also start writing and stop procrastinating 😔✊ you are giving me such good ideas. Giving myself a deadline till the end of may for this mermay fic 😮‍💨

[zeramalgamate]

[A video has been uploaded from Ether's internal capture system.]

[It's a video from Ether's POV, as if streaming from his eyes. He enters a Pokemon Center, and immediately all eyes on him, human and pokemon. He looks between all the stares, softly sighing before stepping up to the counter.]

[A dark-haired, disheveled-looking girl is managing the counter, turning to look at Ether.]

"Welcome to Star-- the Pokemon Center, how can-WAH!!"

[She jumps at the sight of him, startled.]

"Y-You're the creature that's been hiding out back!"

"Ze zera..." <Of course you noticed...>

"Is...Is something wrong? Did you, um, hurt yourself?"

"Ra, zera oraora ze r-" <I need to get registered for-- >

[The girl backs up, cowering.]

"S-Sorry, has something upset you? Um, I can try to help, but please don't start a fight in the lobby...!"

[Ether groans, slumping forward in exasperation.]

"Razeraze...Zera zeraora raaa..." <Good grief... I really need to learn telepathy already...>

[A browser window opens on Ether's HUD, and at blinding speed opens Sligoogle and searches for "galarian sign language translation". He looks up what he needs to say, and starts gesticulating appropriately. The girl squeaks in fear.]

"N-No punching please!"

"Zera zera!" <I'm not punching, dammit!>

"Wait just a moment!" [A man's voice is heard from out of frame. Upon Ether turning to look, it seems to be an older man in a researcher's uniform, who's swiftly approaching.]

"I believe this one is trying to tell you something. I've picked up a bit of sign here and there."

"R-Really? Wait, pokemon can learn that sort of thing?"

"Pokemon can learn a lot of things. There's really no limit to what they can--"

"Zeraaaaaa." <Can we get on with it.>

"Ah, right, let me hold on the lecture. Go on then, could you say it one more time?"

[More gesticulating from Ether.]

"Faller...registration, it says."

"Faller? Wait, were you turned INTO that?!"

[Ether shakes his head, one set of arms folding over his chest. You can't see his face, but he's probably scowling. The girl looks embarrassed.]

"Oh. Um. My mistake. Erm. I'm not sure what the protocol is for this, but, uh, I'll try to get that sorted for you, um, miss...ter...?"

[Ether facepalms.]

"Um, can you write?"

[Ether unfacepalms and spends a bit looking at that oversized Floragato hand of his. After a moment's thought, you can barely see another set of shoulders shrugging.]

"Well, um, let's try...Sir, I hate to be a bother, but would you--"

"Oh, of course I'll help interpret. Haven't the slightest clue what this one has been through, but I imagine it must be urgent. I've seen a lot of fallers in my days, but this is...certainly new."

[After another sigh from Ether, the video ends.]

[lqtraintracks]

hiya!! how about 9, 17, and 29 for the 'ao3 wrapped'?

I answered 9 for phdmama already, but it was just me flailing around about all of them! :D

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

This is hard. Wow. How do I just pick one?? I want to say both my novel protagonists, and I feel I should get them as freebies and still get another from fandom, right? *sweat smiley* Okay but like. Draco from Good Boy. But also Harry from Phoenix in the Fire. (And dammit, Harry in GB and Draco in Phoenix; this question is mean, Starry.) I also rather liked writing the Harry to your Draco in our fic Willing Blood. That was ridiculously fun! And then there was the Draco in Mens Rea, my Wireless. I really love him, the jaunty little fucker.

But also my boy, Teddy. And Charlie. But also Damen, and also Laurent. Dear God, it's all the characters from all the pairings in the favorite pairings question. I've failed, okay? LOL.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Oof, that's brutal. Both because I have a shitty memory and because... well, it just is! I love the last paragraph from Phoenix! It's rather spoilery, so I don't know that I should share it, but I made myself cry. There are also some parts of my novel that I'm really proud of, but I can't share those either. ;P

I like my Laurent dirty-talking Damen (in a fic that's all about Damen rimming him) and then proclaiming, proudly, “I can use my mouth on you too, you see." That's The Negotiation Feast. And I really like his dirty talk in Vaskian Hospitality too, particularly, "Lay your claim to me. Lay it hard." That fic probably should have been called Lay It Hard, but... Ah well. And this exchange, when Damen realizes Laurent wants Damen to fuck him:

“You would have me…” Damen began, unsure how to finish his own sentence, mad with lust for it and yet unable to reconcile this Laurent with who he’d previously known Laurent to be.

But Laurent, his voice gone harsher still, said, “I would have you,” and he pulled Damen down by the back of the neck, and kissed him.

I'll stop there! I don't want to open stories from earlier in the year and get lost looking for good passages, even though I know I'm missing a couple/a few I really loved.

Thank you so so much, Starry! I enjoyed this! <3

[barbaracleboy]

Bugtober Day 2024 7: Pride

Pardon me for being as late as I am with this, I was just slow with my drawing and whatnot. That said I like how it came out, especially this fic associated with it!

That's right! Just like all the way back in...what was it, 2021? I intend to write a little fic to go with every seventh day of Bugtober! Hope you lot enjoy my writing, if you read it, and in general I hope you enjoy what I've made! Either way, have a great time!

On the western edge of Arthrope laid a small settlement, a town in the intense heat of the Desolate Flatlands, mainly inhabited by Firebrats that don't mind the temperature. In this town was a saloon where a wide range of Firebrats laughed and drank, sharing a rowdy fun time when they had nothing better to do.

Lanky Firebrat:...So I tells 'im, "It weren't my fault yer head's shaped like a pile o' frass! Smack yer parents if it gets ya that ticked off!"

With that, he and the others sitting at his table shared a hearty laugh, some drinking a little once they've calmed down.

Burly Firebrat: Afterward the guy decked 'im in the thorax, 'cause apparently that kinda talk's real offensive-like to his people.

Lanky Firebrat:...[Alright, but ya didn't have ta tell 'em I got decked...

Stout Firebrat: Hehehe...say, what's that little lady over there doin'?

He pointed to the edge of the bar, and there sat a Gravel Ant sitting on her own, looking away from everyone else, deep in thought.

Burly Firebrat: Errr, I think it was called...medididating or somethin' to that effect.

Stout Firebrat: Why's she doin' it?

Lanky Firebrat: 'Cause she can't afford a drink, bahaha!

Burly Firebrat: Naw, she's tryin' to remember somethin'. Not sure what on account of her refusin' to tell me.

Lanky Firebrat: Hey, gal!

Burly Firebrat: Dammit, wait!

The lanky bug got up and started walking towards the Ant (despite his burly acquaintance's demands), whistling to get her attention. However the Ant continued looking away, so the skinny gentleman reached to place an arm on her shoulder.

Lanky Firebrat: Hey, gal, you dead-

The Ant clenched his wrist in an iron grip.

Gravel Ant: You are not to call me "gal", my name is Kiri. You are also NOT to touch me, especially not whilst I clearly show my intent to be alone. My breaking your wrist now is but a warning; stay away or I intend to break more of your feeble carapace.

Burly Firebrat: Ugh, Charlie, look what ya've done now...(To Kiri) Look, miss Kiri, I apologize for my moronic friend, please just let him go.

Charlie: DON'T JUST STAND THERE, DO SOMETHIN'!!!

Kiri let go of Charlie's hand and shoved him away before turning back around like nothing happened. Meanwhile, the stout firebrat got up and stomped towards her.

Stout Firebrat: Hey, that was my brother's hand ya just squished like a grape!

Kiri: Leave. Me. Be.

Stout Firebrat: Apologize to 'im first.

Kiri: Not one of you is worthy of my tolerance, let alone my apologies.

Stout Firebrat: Damn it, just say sorry!

Charlie: What're ya, a nymph?

Burly Firebrat: Charlie, don't- DON'T!

Just as Kiri turned around to insult his brother to his face, Charlie pulled out his revolver and pointed it straight at the Ant's face. She noticed it just soon enough to then dive at the Firebrat, dodging the shot he subsequently fired out of fear. As Kiri tackled and pummeled the skinny insect his rounder brother pulled out a gun of his own and started firing it at her as well. Kiri dodged both of his shots and bounced off of his head before kneeing the burly Firebrat in the gut.

Burly Firebrat: The hell'd I do???

Kiri: All of you are weak!

The burly Bug elbowed Kiri in response, knocking her to the ground and allowing Charlie to start stomping on her back. Kiri managed to roll away right before Charlie's brother fired at her again, the shot taking out a chunk of Charlie's boot.

Charlie: AH! YA NEARLY BLEW OFF MY FOOT, YA IDJIT!!!!!!

As Kiri got up in the middle of the bar various other Bugs started getting ready to fight her as well, though she looked as angry and confident as ever. Meanwhile, the large, intimidating Firebrat that ran the saloon shouted to everyone, calling attention towards her.

Firebrat Barkeep: Will y'all calm down already? Gods, how many times have we had to clean up because you-

Kiri: I need not your protection, you miserable hexapod!

Firebrat Barkeep:...Alright. (To everyone else) Bust her up, then.

At that point just about every patron in the bar ran to Kiri hoping to attack her. She was swift and strong enough to dodge their shots and knock most of them away, but many still managed to get a punch or a kick in, and at one point an especially large Bug grabbed her arm and started twisting it. Kiri cried out but was still able to throw him off of her.

Kiri: You fools! I'll crush ALL OF YOU!!!

Despite that, she was clearly starting to get worn down, and when she was caught off-guard with a table being smashed onto her she was brought to her knees. At that point Charlie had his gun pointed straight at her face, and he was just about to fire when something flew straight through the saloon doors...and into the bar. Everyone turned their attention to this clumsy Bug, and as he got up Kiri began looking back down...

The Insect revealed himself to be a Tiger Beetle, wearing a striped cape and clawed metallic boots. As he clutched his head in pain and everyone got a good look at the metal claws covering his hands.

Tiger Beetle:...Th-that's enough of that.

Firebrat Barkeep: Either of you two ever gonna just come in and buy somethin' like an ordinary Bug?

Tiger Beetle: Sorry, miss, I'm not the drinking kind of guy.

Charlie: Damn it, Bill, why're ya always comin' back to save her hide?!

Tiger Beetle: It's "Blur", actually, and I just like helping people.

Charlie: Then help me by sitting there and lettin' me-YIPE!!!

In what felt like a nanosecond Blur had zipped over and sliced the Firebrat's gun in two, getting gasps and gossip throughout the bar.

Blur: I don't like helping people like you.

Without saying anything else Blur hoisted Kiri onto his shoulders and tried to run out the bar...he bumped into the wall by the door at first but then he flew out and left town before the doors could even close back behind him.

Carrying Kiri on his back, Blur ran through the Flatlands in the hopes of finding shade. Normally, even in a scenario like this, Kiri would attack whoever thought they could just carry her on their back in such a manner, as if she needed so much help...For Blur, though, Kiri just sat and let him run.

Eventually, they found a large rock that casted a big enough shadow for them both to just sit. Blur ran right past the rock at first, but then he backtracked a little and let Kiri down in the shade before laying down himself.

Blur: Hoo! Y'know, Kiri, believe it or not I don't enjoy running around in the hot sun, over the hot ground.

Kiri: I realize...Blur, you do not need to come help me.

Blur: When you've gotten into your-what is it, fourth?-barfight where you're the center of attention I start feeling like I do.

Kiri: It is not my fault that the brutes of that town show no respect to anyone.

Blur: Yeah, well, you say everyone's a brute that shows no respect-

Kiri: That is because they are!

Blur: What, including me?

Kiri:...No, not including you. You are the only Bug who would grant anyone in my home a challenge.

Blur: Okay but I don't know where your home is. And you don't know where your home is. So I'd love to challenge all your sisters or whatever but I can't. And you can't call on any of them for support, so you get me.

Kiri: I would not want to call on any of them for support!

Blur: That's the point of a colony, isn't it?

Kiri: The point of the colony is to ensure that the colony prosper, but I or any other Ant is to be her own savior. If one Ant needs another to survive they are dead weight.

Blur:...That's not a way to live.

Kiri was started to get heated but somehow managed to calm herself down. If there was any bug she didn't want to insult or yell at, it was one that helped her like Blur had in the past.

Kiri:...We are proud. My colony, each and every member of it, is proud, and with that pride comes a drive to best any and every obstacle. What is there to be proud of if we require the assistance of other Bugs just to survive?

Blur: For a girl that hates getting help you sure don't hate me as much as you hate most other Bugs.

Kiri put her head in her hands and sighed tiredly.

Kiri: Please, Blur. I respect you but I also must ask that you stop trying to rescue me. I do not need rescue.

Blur:...Can't promise anything. But I'll tell you this...

Blur got up and started stretching a bit.

Blur: Being proud of your power doesn't, or at least shouldn't, mean you're an idiot that tries to fight a mountain because you think you can. Also, and this doesn't just go for you colony Bugs, flying solo is a farce. I know that sounds rich coming from me, but I'm serious: everyone needs help. Some need it given to them, and some need to give it. But we're all connected in that way, and the sooner you get over this idea that you gotta take the world on by yourself, the sooner you'll be able to just live life. Wish you well, Kiri.

With that Blur rushed off, leaving Kiri's vision off in the distance before the dust he kicked up could settle. Kiri could only sit and hang her head low for a while, shaking and groaning to herself. After a bit she shouted and punched the rock she sat beside, knocking off the upper half of it. Kiri had to lay down in order to rest in the now smaller shadow, and so she did, leaving herself to her thoughts once more...

[robogart]

Dimitri for warmup this morning! 👏💖✨ Also some writing below > w >;;

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"Dimitri," Byleth said flatly.

It had made Dimitri's chest seize, his head snapping to their direction. They rarely addressed him (or anyone) by name, so to do so meant it was important.

Had he fumbled in this morning's exercise? Dimitri began running through every drill they had, he frowned. He thought he had done rather well, but perhaps he had missed something. It was entirely possible. He didn't question Byleth's judgement on these things, he never would. Dimitri felt himself swallow the lump in his throat as we watched Byleth approach, each long stride sure and heavy against the uneven ground of the field. A prickling sensation began to spin around his stomach as they stopped at a distance from him (always a distance with everyone), regarding him quietly with their usual emotionless expression.

"Good job."

The deep rumble of the simple two word phrase caught him off guard, and he felt his face dumbly fall open. He was unprepared for this.

"Oh, um - thank you, professor! I-I, ah," Dimitri felt himself floundering, and his face flushed against this new form of exercise. His brain frantically put together sentences.

"I-it was a stimulating set of drills this morning," he felt himself put on a smile, more clumsily than he liked, but thankfully he found his footing again. "Truly your instruction pushed all of us today, I feel like I've learned so much! Thank you, professor."

Byleth's unmoved expression was unsurprising, but Dimitri panicked nonetheless, as he mentally berated himself for over-speaking so stupidly in front of them. They probably already thought he was a fool, and he certainly wasn't making enough attempt to convince them otherwise. He winced. Dammit.

A low, quiet hum snapped Dimitri from his thoughts. Byleth's eyes had taken in the briefest glow of the morning sun, their eyelids slightly open against a thought. It was an expression he usually only saw on the battlefield, when he would see their mind grinding every strategy behind their eyes. But in this context it was...new, and Dimitri felt his chest stir a little under their stare.

"Yeah," Byleth replied simply, and finally. Their eyes settled back into their usual deepness as they held his own for a moment longer. Dimitri had no response this time, and Byleth smoothly turned away, their heavy boots parting the tall grass, as they made their way back toward the monastery.

Dimitri felt his neck heat up. All he could hear was the echo of "Good Job" ring in his ears and see the repeated image of the sun in Byleth's eyes. He felt a cold jolting in his shoulders, the shiver bringing him back to reality and he wondered if he had only imagined it all.

[veritable-trash]

Just you, part two!

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader

Words: 1.7K

Warning: SHE'S WRITTEN SMUT AH!!!! Sorry real warning time: 18+ kids, explicit smut but with feelinggggg(ps i don't know how to do this all properly so please! let me know if i should be doing warnings better)

A/N: Ok so people liked what I wrote... HAH! This is wild I got 15 notes. 15!!!!! That's also my favorite number so it all felt like a sign to throw myself into this shit again and write smut. Which I've been reading for forever and have never written. SO AGAIN pls be kind to my weak heart. I have never written smut like this before and I'm absolutely unsure of myself but it was fun! This blog is supposed to be fun! It's going to be fun dammit!!! OK anyways enjoy whoever reads this. Will Miller deserves everything. ok hugs and kisses hope you have a lovely week <3

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It had been three months. Three months of burning up, giggles, sprinting under stars. They were inseparable, as if there had never been a moment they weren’t together. Will looked at her like she was the sun and she looked at him like he was the moon. So strangely different, but meant to be a pair. Slowly integrating each other into friends and family, hobbies and obsessions. He’d been falling in love with her for years and now he got to do something about it.

Life was normal, good. Sitting in Frankie’s backyard, grill smoking, the afternoon air and beers cooling everyone. September had just turned into October and the heat was finally starting to dissipate, sneak away with the approach of fall. She had been flitting around the backyard all afternoon. Helping Frankie cook. Refreshing beers. Play wrestling with Benny. Constantly moving around like he always remembered her doing. And he just got to watch, sipping his beer, trying to focus on his conversation with Pope but failing miserably. Every time their eyes locked his mind went blank. She was everything.

He finally caught her. Strong arms catching her around the waist, pulling her down onto his lap with a sigh.

“You keep running away from me,”he whispered, rough palm running up her back tangling into the hair at the base of her neck,”Take a breather with me, I’ve missed you.”

She shifts closer, settling into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, wanting to get rid of all the air between them. The way his eyes softened around the edges when they had these little moments made her want to melt into the floor. He looked so happy, so peaceful. And when she scratches her nails through his hair, he hums with content that only she can bring him.

“How could you possibly miss me? You see me almost everyday. We can’t be all codependent and sappy already. Benny and Pope will hate us,”she giggles as she peaks around his head, finding the two men in question rolling their eyes at the scene. “See I told you, they’re absolutely livid.”

He doesn’t even care to look, eyes only for her, always for her. “Baby, I couldn’t care less what those two idiots think about us. Because I’m sitting here with the hottest woman I’ve ever seen and she is giving me the time of day. Who could believe it?”

She turns bashful again, as if the last three months never happened. As if he didn’t know the sounds she made when she came. As if she hadn’t had the taste of him on her tongue just hours before. His arms tighten around her, nose ducking to run along her jaw. Her breath falters with the motion, head lolling to the side, mind starting to wander, to itch for more of him. Always more.

“You’re too good to me. Always too good,”she murmured against his lips. “Can we go? I think Pope and Ben are gonna burn a hole through my head if we stay like this any longer. An-and I need you.” She stutters the words, but means every letter. She always needs him. Their pull so strong they can barely make it a couple hours before she’s dragging him away. Not that he has ever complained.

“Mmm finally, I thought you’d never ask. Let’s get out of here.”

The goodbyes are quick, Frankie sad at their early departure, Santi and Benny shooing them away, but eyes full of mischievous understanding.

The two barely make it to the car before he’s dragging her into his chest. Crowding her against the passenger side door. Nose burying itself under her ear.

“I love this dress. Have I told you how much I love this dress?”

Her head rolls against the car window, breath turning heavy. “Yes, mhm, yep you have. A bunch of times actually. I know you like it because every time I wear it you fuck me till I can’t walk.” He huffs against her neck, teeth trailing along her heartbeat.

“Are you teasing me sweetheart? Because if you wanted me to fuck you, you’ve just got to ask.” His teeth sink into the skin of her shoulder, whimper rolling off her tongue.

“Will, I always want you to fuck me. You know this. I know this. I’m pretty sure Benny, Pope, and Fish know this.”

“Well then let’s get you home since you’re so needy.” He pulls away, eyes swirling with a smile as he takes her all in. The blown pupils, fluttering breath, white teeth pulling at pink lips. She’s everything to him.

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The drive home is unsurprisingly fast. The music playing over the speakers doing little to dull the want in the air. And as soon as they reach the door it’s unbearable. He crowds her up against it, forever the tease he claims he isn’t. Teeth nipping at her neck as she tries to find her keys. Giggles, gasps, and his name the only sounds she can make. Finally the keys are found and the door gives way and she has her arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth finally seals with hers.

“I want you on the couch. I want you to sit on my cock. I want to taste you.” He’s already pushing her into the living room, mouthes barely separating as he speaks.

“God Will, you want a whole lot of things. Now sit down and let me give it to you” She pushes him down as they finally round the couch. He’s all heaving chest, glassy eyes, tongue running over teeth as he stares up at her. She can see the way his hands twitch with the need to touch her. To run his palms up her thighs. To pull her into him till they turn into one.

“Baby you are so pretty.” she says, and he can’t help but laugh. The way her hip is cocked, the smirk pulling at her lips, makes him feel like he’s in a dream. Like the second she settles back on his lap he’ll wake up and she’ll be gone.

And then she’s all up in his space. Mouthing at his neck, nails running down his stomach, her core settling right over where he’s been aching for her all day. His skin jumps with every touch, every movement.

And then he snaps back into the moment. His hands surge up into her hair, pulling her head back with a twist of his wrist as his mouth finds hers again. His tongue lapping into her mouth wanting to taste every inch of her. Wanting to absorb every broken whimper and moan. She’s rocking into him now, unable to pretend that she hasn’t been pooling slick since they left the house this morning. She’s clawing at his shirt, ripping it over his head, nails finally finding purchase on skin. His hips cant up at the feeling of her nails on his back, his chest, his stomach. And then her fingers curl around his belt, and he almost jerks at the feeling.

The clink of his belt, the purr of the zipper, it all adds to the frenzy of tongues, teeth, and hands. Their lips are barely touching, more so breathing into each others mouthes. Her hand curls around his cock seconds before his thumb finds her clit and they moan,

“F-fuck. I need you”

His thumb circles her clit, pulling her panties to the side finally feeling the slick wet heat of her. Her thumb circles his head and she can feel his precum leaking for her. She pulls his cock out so she can finally feel all of him and he ruts into her hand. His fingers slide into the wet clutch of her cunt and she flutters all over. They’re rocking and pulling and touching and moaning and it’s all becoming so much, too much.

“Let me inside baby. Let me feel you.”

“Yes-yes, god yes, anything for you.”

Her hands settle on his shoulders as his fingers slide out of her and then she’s sinking down on him before they suffocate from the need to feel. She keens for him, whimpers onto his tongue. He grabs her hips, rocking up into her, chasing after more. More feeling, more her. Her head falls into his neck, breathing him in, nails snagging against the muscles of his back, and it’s like she can’t grab enough of him. Can’t get her hands on enough.

They rock together, ebb and flow. Hands caressing, scratching, gripping onto anything they can reach. Her molten walls flutter around him. His shoulders bunch under her hands. He smells like barbecue smoke and sweat and her shampoo. They pull apart just for a moment, just to look into each others eyes, to ground themselves for just a moment. Their eyes crinkle at the edges and then they’re crashing back into each other. Burning from the inside out.

And then her walls start to grip and suck him deeper, his groans start to crack at the edges. They are hurtling and climbing higher and higher. His thumb finds her clit again and she moans so loud its almost embarrassing if not for how good he always makes her feel. She clamps down on him and he’s gone. Stuttering strokes causing her to crash and see stars. It’s almost like they glitch out, their bodies so overwhelmed with feeling all they can do is pant and rock into the feeling until it gets all too much. She pulls back first, head leaving the safety of his neck to run her nose along his. They can feel their cum leaking between them and they shiver. Blue eyes ripple open and it’s all peace and tranquility. They’re chest to chest, woven together so tight it’s like there is no way to break them apart. Eyes locked holding onto the moment for a breath longer.

His lips find hers and he breaths in. Is only really able to breath when he’s with her. Just like this. Open and fragile and wonderful. He’s never been so in love.

for posterity huzah!

[ontowanderlust]

i absolutely love all your writing! especially the dictionary prompts it kinda inspired me to write a few of my own (although that involved me opening the dictionary to a random page 😆) may i request kiro the bday boy + anything about the moon/stars + fluff? most descriptions i see about him are always bright and sunshiney and i love him but i've also always just loved the moon. thank you!

Moon., n.

“Can I open my eyes now, Miss Chips?”

She took one final glance at the scenery she had prepared for the two of them before nodding her head, satisfied. Looking back to her companion, she called out his name, giving him the permission to take off his blindfold that was clumsily tied around his head.

His eyes blinked, allowing them to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings, his gaze seeking her familiar figure before anything else.

Throwing her arms, she gestured for him to look at the scenery laid before him. “Ta-da,” she softly whispered as if she’s afraid that if her voice were to raise, she might break the mood she’s trying so hard to set.

A lone blanket were spread over the grassy field, a picnic basket was placed on one corner of the blanket, a little stereo placed beside it and pillows were neatly placed on the other corner. In the distance, the moon and the stars shone as if they were watching over them.

She could feel her heart hammering through her chest as she watched him fight- and fail- the grin that was spreading across his lips while his eyes darted from the scenery to her- as if he couldn’t decide which should he first pay his attention to.

Ultimately, his gaze fell back to her- who was now sporting the same grin- oh how contagious his smile is!- striding quickly towards her, picking her up easily as he spun her around, her giggles echoing the empty field.

“What’s all this for?” He asked as he placed her back to the ground, his arms wrapped around her waist as he tucked his chin over her shoulder. “Have I missed something?”

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand reaching up, threading her fingers through his hair. “Just missed you, s’all.” She murmured as he tightened his hold, purposely trying to keep her answers as vague as possible to keep herself from blurting out the surprise she’s been keeping from him.

“So you decided to kidnap me for the night and bring me to the middle of nowhere with a basket full of food and a promise of stargazing as means of bribery?” His voice laced with amusement as he started swaying both of them to some made up beat.

“Ah gosh darn it! You saw through my plans!” She pouted, earning a chuckle from him.

She’s got the entire night planned out- lure him out to the countryside, eat out with the food she painstakingly made during the afternoon, stargaze a little bit, and then- then she would go over the speech she had planned out.

She’s got everything mapped out. But right here... she couldn’t help but feel like this is the right moment.

“Hey hey... did you know?”

“Know what?” He hadn’t ceased their swaying, lulling her into a sense of comfort- something she needed ever since the night started out.

“People refer to you as the sun.”

“Oh?” She could almost hear the laughter in his voice. “I think it’s the hair, Miss Chips. You know, cause it’s so yellow.”

“I think it’s the personality.” She countered, shifting their position so she could bury her head to his chest. “While I agree with them, I think you’re more suited to be the moon.” She whispered as if she’s sharing a big secret, his eyebrow raising at her.

Taking this a sign to continue, she then went on her usual ramblings, explaining to him why.

“You’re...gentle and cool, like the moonbeam. Not too bright but not too dim- just enough to give light to the darkness around us.” She continued. “You’re steadfast- always standing your ground on your beliefs, you don’t get swayed by others’ opinions that easily, always choosing for yourself-even if your management always tries to control everything you do.”

By now, she could almost feel his burning gaze upon the crown of her head, a silent question resting at the tip of his tongue, wondering what could be the reason why she’s telling him all this.

“And you know what, most people don’t know this but the Kiro I’ve known is always there whenever I needed him the most. He may not be vocal but he had always stood near, offering me his silent protection and unwavering support. Just like how the moon silently watches over us right now,” she looked up, her breath hitching as her eyes gaze over his tear-filled eyes, her hands automatically reaching over to wipe the stray tears cascading over his cheeks.

“Why-“ his voice cracked, too overwhelmed with emotions. Before he could say more, he found her finger placed over his lips, silently asking him for her to continue.

“I- See, I’ve got this question occupying my thoughts for a while now and only you can answer it. So you see, this whole thing is just me buttering you up, hoping you’d give me the answer I want. But like, no pressure! Okay?”

He let out a small laugh. “As if I could deny you, Miss Chips.” Placing a fleeting kiss over her forehead, he gave her an encouraging smile as he let her continue. “Ask away and this moon might give you the answer you wanted.”

She heaved out a deep breath, her eyes meeting him. “You’ve always watched me silently, ready to protect me from anything. You’ve given me everything you have and I wanted to give it back to you a hundred times more. So I’ve thought about it and I’ve always got one solution for it.”

Gently, she extracted herself from his hold as she fished her pocket for a small velvet box. “Can you... please continue to watch over me, protect me, and love me preferably for the rest of our lives?”

Whoop. There it is. Okay okay... so firstly, I totally see MC being the one who’d propose first. 🤭 Secondly, I only thought of the idea of turning this to a proposal fic just in the middle of writing it and maaaaan the grin I was sporting was enough to look as if I’m plotting a murder. Lastly, this was hard to write! Dammit. It’s freaking hard to write too much fluff! I think I’ve been consumed by too much angst so thanks for pulling me out of it, anon.

I actually want to immortalize this particular ask in my inbox because it’s just too sweet and when I first read this I’m like- HELL YEAH! Do your own spin of Dictionary prompts! And loool, when I was first starting out with this prompt game- back in what, 2015? There’s literal question marks looming over my head as I read definitions in the dictionary. So hey, you’re not alone in that, anon!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your kind words. This means a lot to me and I hope you know that. I hope I also delivered with your prompt and gave you what you deserved and more!

Send in some prompts!

MLQC Dictionary; Masterlist

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Hello! How are you doing? I've just read "Demon Train Arc"....Well...Ah...Can I die instead of Rengoku, please? Sunshine, please, do not leave us! (ಥ﹏ಥ) Could you create headcanons with Rengoku and Reader, where Kyoujuro was saved after battle with Akaza. I know, he had not any chance to survive because of those wounds, but I am begging you...

Hi! I'm in great condition for writing right now!!

When I saw your request, I'm not really having a good time because I had to re-read the manga to understand more what happened, like.... Oh My God, do I had to see the donut hole again? And the image of his intestines gushing out from his stomach?

Nope, not anymore, I accept this new plot I made for the reader. The denial is real, you can't avoid the real ending, but there are always be Alternate Universe right?

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Pillar!Reader (Demon Train Arc: Alternate Ending)

You already knew it contained major spoiler.

Explanation: In this universe, you are a Pillar, it's up to you to decide which breath user are you, I only put the forms and the names. Your special abilities are reading people's mind (it's not really clear though, this ability only gives you three keywords from the mind you read).

Also, you are Rengoku's lover (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

"On train mission? Ugh, no thanks." You waved your hand and shook your head. "Oyakata-sama didn't assign me here. He knew train makes me want to puke. Also, I'm not wearing my uniform right now. I only brought nichirin with me." You showed your hidden sword inside your yukata.

You just bought snacks near station and met Rengoku by accident. You're actually on day off after long-term mission. Your mission was 'easy' on Hashira Level but really exhausting. So you decided to take a rest today.

"Right, did you see 3 Mizunoto? You know, the new one, the boy who have demon sister. I've searched them everywhere."

"Oh, they made fuss, but running to- I don't know."

"Okay then." Rengoku lifted his right hand and put it on your head. "Be a good girl when I'm gone."

"I know." You moved his hand, feeling irritated because you are too short for him but happy at the same time. "Take care of yourself too, it's not funny if you really die on this stupid mission."

"It's not stupid, 40 demon sla-"

"I know. I know." You shoved him into the train. "Just go, will you?"

Kyoujurou grinned again, finally went off inside the train. You sighed. How could I falling love with this easy-going guy? You thought

Wife, tired, train

Tired, tired, tired

Love, sick, woman

"People aren't having it today, huh?" You crossed your arms. It's like usual activity, you often read their mind like this, even the cruel and bad thought one. You actually don't want this ability but... It really comes handy to read demon's movement.

You averted your eyes from people and eyed Rengoku from outside train's window. He waved his hand and looked at you while grinning

(y/n), love, food

'Ugh, this is embarrassing! No matter how many times I read his mind, there will be always my name!!' You blushed.

He finally sat down and... Eat? You stepped aside a little, letting people to go inside the train.

Demon, revenge, Pillar

Sick, healthy, dream

Sleep, sweet, dream

Kill, Pillar, Upper Moon

You startled.

"Who mentioned demon and Pillar just now?!" You turned around your head left and right. Clearly not Rengoku. No one. No one are thought about that anymore. "I have bad feeling."

The conductor greeted you and said, "Miss, are you going in? The train is about to-"

"Yes, please! Is there any ticket left? I haven't buy it."

"There's one more."

"I take it."

Dream, train, sleep

'Does he really think about to sleep on this train?' You frowned.

You went to different car, not meeting Rengoku. You didn't want to screw up your own plan to investigate this train by yourself.

But it's all... Kind of bullshit because you're asleep.

The bad feeling inside your heart still not disappeared, even after the sweet dream occured on you.

You found Rengoku with black haori hakama, reaching your hand.

And you found yourself on Shiromuku, sitting together with him.

"Our wedding is today, I can't wait for you to be my wife." He grabbed your hand while smiling

You blushed from ear to cheek.

It's like dream come true.

When you walked together and almost reached the shrine, your eyes laid on a cape. It's on top of the tree.

It's Rengoku's cape.

"(y/n)? Are you okay?" You ran onto that cape, pulled it and grasped it on your embrace. Something fall from that cape

It's your sword.

"This is not it." You looked at Rengoku's confused face. "Why is my nichirin here?"

"What is it? You're acting weird?"

"Kyoujurou, I'm sorry but..."

"(y/n)?"

"I can't read your mind. Who are you?!" You started to unsheathing your sword.

"It's me! Your Rengoku!"

"No you're not!!" You stabbed him at his chest without hesitation. "Kyoujurou will never addressed himself as his family name to me!!"

He disappeared, enough to prove that Rengoku is fake.

"I had to wake up!"

You took off all of your dress, picked up your sword, started to attack that place randomly.

"There must be- there must be something!!!"

Suddenly, your body hit a wall. You stroked that thin wall, and sliced it down

You found a white room with nothing but some kind of marble flowing on the air.

"A ball?" You touched it.

You gasped and startled from your seat, finally conscious from your dreams. You looked at your left. A meat-like started to consume you.

"Dammit! I know there's something fishy in this train!!" You grasped your sword and swing it down to that disgusting meat.

It's all mess, the train changed its appearance. People around you were started to consumed by demon. You slashed all of them with your breathing techniques, but it's no use. They grew back again like annoying fungal.

'Where are they?!' You wondered how could they sleep in peace like this? Did Rengoku and the trio sleep too? Did they sense that this is demon attacks?

"I don't have any idea what is going in here but- Passengers first!"

You attempted to saved all of them, not moving forward for the next train car. You thought about looked after Rengoku but that's not your priority right now.

"Kyoujurou, please stay safe!"

It felt like a long night, the demons started to attack you too. Endless breathing, slashing and chopping. You could feel your stamina depleted.

"Why am I here again." You suddenly regret your choice. The damage on your body were countless. Cuts, bruises and wounds. The wound gap on your chest were widing.

You finally realized that you recklessly infiltrating to this train and forgot that you didn't wear your uniform.

Rengoku and the others probably at another car right now. He must be cleaned this up fast.

"I will never take off my uniform again." You grunted after one slashing movement on the demon.

Suddenly the train fluctuated and the force threw you out from the opened window. You grasped your fingers at the window, feeling your body swaying left and right. After some juggles and uncontrollable moving, the train felt down at your direction

"...are you kidding me?"

At the moment, you found a glimpse of chance and jumped inside the train again. You held the seat, trying to get a good grip while the train falling down.

The impact on your head made you unconscious. You could feel your body smashed on the ground. There were random pain on your chest, back and stomach

'Wake up, me! You couldn't just sleep here!'

You crawled on your tummy and tried to stand up. In your vague vision, you saw people fighting from distance.

'Who-'

Kill, Pillar, Rengoku

Kill, Akaza, (y/n)

Help, Rengoku-san, move

Die, move, leg

Somebody are near, you could sensed it. One is clearly Rengoku and you don't know who is one man with red hair.

After clearing your vision and stepped forward to their direction with staggered legs, you discovered something

He fought with the Upper Moon 3 and Akaza probably his name. Rengoku wasn't in good shape, his left eye were injured and countless bleeding were flowing from his head.

You get a grip of your sense again, grabbing your sword and ran forward to help him

"Let's fight until the eternity!!" The red hair man shouted.

"Kyuu no Kata! Rengoku!!" Rengoku unleashed his breathing.

"Hakai Satsu! Messhiki!" And so does that Upper Moon.

"KYOUJUROU!!" You leaped forward between them.

After both of them commencing attack, you could see the Upper Moon moved forward Rengoku with incredible speed, readying his technique.

"Juu no Kata!! Reigen!!" You blocked Akaza destruction technique with your breathing style and pulled Rengoku up in time, shoving him down to your back. You made your body as his shield, and pushed your sword slicing on Akaza's knuckles, proceed to splitting his arms into two parts.

He anticipated it fast and jumped back, quickly recovering from your attack. But it didn't take a long time until he leaped forward and launched his knuckles towards you again

"What a pain." You clicked your tongue and dodged another knuckles from Akaza and quickly clutched his hand.

Your left hand now was grabbing his left hand and your right hand held your sword.

Rengoku still got damage from Akaza's attack. The deep cut wound from his technique was widing fast.

'What a great power.' You panted, your wound on the chest wasn't look better either. Your rash movement made the cut deeper and wider, not matching on the strength you still have. "Kamado! Don't just stand there, pressed his wound!"

"Ye-yes!" Tanjirou removed Rengoku's cape and pressed the wound with it.

"Don't underestimate woman power." You clenched your teeth, clutched his hand intact on your hips and locked it. He surprised by the strength you got.

"You are... A woman?"

"Aren't really having a good time hunting two Pillars, are you? Akaza is your name right?"

"...I can't attack woman."

"What-"

He pulled with his strength, the tremor impacted your body. You struggled on kept his hand in place.

"I WON'T LET YOU GO! GO NO KATA! ZANGEKI!"

You slashed and penetrated your blade inside Akaza's neck, trying to kill him.

His next move really surprising you. He destroyed his own left neck with force. It exploded along with your sword. Your blade shards were pierced on your hand.

You fell down on your knees. Akaza retreated.

"Hold his wounds, Inosuke!" Tanjirou chased Akaza down.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" You trembled but still have strength to moved forward Rengoku, trying to press his wound too.

"Use that dumb technique you taught me to stop your own bleeding, stupid!"

Rengoku chuckled in pain. "Yomoya... I will die soon."

"You will not die, idiot!"

You saw Tanjirou screamed something. He already threw his sword on Akaza, but looks like he could make it out before sunrise.

"Hang on!" You carried him on your back. "Kamado, come back! Help me tied his cape onto his stomach!!"

"Yes!"

Rengoku slowly slipping away from his consciousness. You shouted his name for many times.

"KYOUJUROU! KYOUJUROU DON'T DIE ON ME!"

It's the last words he heard from you.

Rengoku finally woke up from his sleep, touched his left patched eye slowly. He pressed his stomach, there was stitching patterns on it.

He looked around

There's you, sleeping peacefully beside Rengoku. Your condition was worst than him, he knew that. Before lose unconsciousness, he saw you drenched on your own blood, even the color of your orange yukata were blended in red.

He wanted to move from the white bed and approach you, but the pain on his stomach was saying 'No'.

Shinobu showed up and checked on him. Rengoku thanked her for taking care of him and you.

"No, thank her." She straight up pointed you. "If she didn't piggy-back you and carried you here as soon as she can, you probably die now."

"Really?" His eyes averted to you.

"It's amazing on how she carried you in that state. The crows already inform me that she was on her way here, but I didn't expect her to bleeding from head to toe like while carrying you." She moved to your bed. "She's fine now."

Rengoku relieved.

"Can you help me sat beside her?"

"I actually prohibited you to move right now... But oh well." She pulled the chair and helped Rengoku sat down beside you

After Shinobu left both of you, you wake up.

You looked at your side, there's Rengoku focused on peeling apple.

(y/n), wake up, (y/n)

"Shouldn't you move right now?"

"!!! You awake!"

He cupped your bandaged cheek. You writhed in pain.

"Ops sorry." He grinned. "How are you feeling? Should I call Shinobu?"

"No, it's fine." You tried to sit down. Kyoujurou helped you. "I can't attack woman, my ass. In the end, he didn't get killed huh." You looked at your injured hand.

"Yeah with that destructive skill, it probably hard to defeat him. But no worries! We could defeat him later!"

"How are the Mizunotos?"

"They were fine, they are in different ward right now."

"Good." You looked down at your body. "I don't want to look at it, but there must be huge scar on my chest right now."

"No matter what scars were on you-" He kissed your forehead. "You still beautiful."

"...with your state now, shouldn't you retire?" You touched his eye patch.

"You are the one who probably should retire." He caressed your hair. "I'm still in good shape. So marry with me, having 7 kids."

You received the peeled apple from Rengoku's hand with your mouth, making face-palm towards him.

".... Are you trying to make new Demon Slayer headquarter? Rengoku headquarter? And all of them saying Wasshoi, Wasshoi?"

He chuckled.

"No, but it's more merrier, right?

Wedding, (y/n), kids

You sighed, and moved your fingers, pushing his nose

"Maybe I should marry the one on my dream instead."

[spookysanta]

miss you. (g.d.)

part i of ii.

Summary: long distance relationships suck; but especially for (Y/N) and Grayson.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of sex (not yet), angst??????????????????????????, fluff, bad writing

UNEDITED

YUH look at me on a writing streak :) and let’s all reminisce on fetus baby boy by these precious “date” snaps:

(@trapezoidmouth on IG)

***THIS TAKES PLACE AROUND APRIL/MAY***

i only mention that bc it’s talking about graduation and it’s july so i didn’t want people to make a big deal about it

***

"So," she told him with a big sigh on the phone when she got home from class. "I did my presentation today."

"Oh, really?" he replied, while cooking himself an omelette. It was three o'clock her time and noon in Los Angeles, where he was; so it was brunch time. "How'd it go?"

"It..was awful." She tried to force herself not to cry, because when she cries, Grayson is quick to get up and go wherever she was to comfort her. Which might be good in the moment, but she doesn't want to do that to him (anymore--this would've been the fourth time he'd done that). "Gray, I did everything my teacher told me to! I added the information I needed to, took out some stuff, and I even memorized everything! But when I got up there...I couldn't do it."

"What was your topic again?"

She recited her research question as if it were read out of a book. "How listening to music during pregnancy helps a baby's development in the womb."

"Really? That doesn't sound hard at all."

"It wasn't that my topic was hard, it was that the questions I got asked were too hard for me to answer, and how I answered questions was a big portion of my grade." she was getting a little misty-eyed. She'd been working on this project for months; she thought she'd learned just about everything there is to know about music's effects on child development. "Gray, I really thought I had it until then."

"Listen, baby. Regardless of how you think it went, I'm sure you did better. Because I've heard your presentation and you sounded like you knew exactly what you were talking about. I think it's all in your head, angel." He sighed, flipping his omelette in the pan. He liked omelettes when she made them for him when she visited, because she knew exactly what he wanted, how much of each ingredient to add, and she makes sure they're always cheesy and delicious. But when he makes them, sometimes they're a little...underdone.

"I can't focus." she put him on speakerphone and took off her top, pants, and bra, opting to wear one of his t-shirts for comfort. She has a few of them, but her favorite one to wear is the black crew neck. It's plain and simple, and it fits him like a god. But she managed to take it when she left L.A. the last time; and honestly, she took a little vile of his cologne, too, to spray on the shirt after she washes it. "It's so close to graduation, baby, and I know you're gonna call me a loser for saying this, but I can't do this anymore. I want to drop out." she groaned.

"You're a loser either way, in my opinion." he heard her laugh on the other end of the phone. And that laugh was like air to his lungs, if he's being completely honest with himself. He hadn't heard that angelic laugh in months. The last time they'd been together was when she visited him the last few days of her Winter Break--and that was in January. "But you literally graduate in a month. Shut up."

"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay." she groaned again. What she wouldn't give for his bone-crushing cuddles right about now. That's all she wants. She'd been feeling weepy and anxious and a bit sad all day, but now that she's talking to her man, she's starting to feel the heavy weight of her stress lift. "I miss you." she confessed. "I know we agreed that we wouldn't get all sappy like this but I'm wearing your shirt right now and all I smell is you."

“I miss you, too.”

She heard noise on the other end and nearly vomited at the sound. "Move your mouth away from the receiver, Gray. I can hear you chewing."

He chewed louder, his mouth hovering over the phone's microphone. "Like this?"

She hung up the phone.

***

He called her again later, at around four o'clock his time. He and his brother were outside and he was about to grill some steaks for dinner. "Hello?" he greeted into the receiver. "Baby?"

"Hey." she groggily replied. She'd fallen asleep while talking to her best friend on FaceTime and she woke up about five minutes ago. "What's up, boo?"

"Just checkin' on you. I wanted to make sure you're in better spirits than earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sat up and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen , finding a box of Kraft mac and cheese in the pantry to cook. "I'm just glad everything’s over with."

"I understand. I just don't want you to be all sad and mopey."

"I'm not sad and mopey only because of my presentation, I'm sad and mopey because I miss my boyfriend." she sighed. "I really don't think I can wait until my birthday to see you."

"So what do you want me to do? You want me to come there, or fly you out here?"

"It doesn't matter, honestly. I just want to see you." she stirred some salt in the pot of boiling water, then poured the noodles into the pot, turning down the heat, and shutting the lid. "Doesn't even have to be long. I just want cuddles and kisses."

"I'd be glad to give you that, and you know I would come and see you right now if I could, but I can't right now. We're filming all week this week and both of us need to be here for it."

"I'm dying without my fuckin' cuddles, man." she drained the pasta, hissing to herself when a little bit of water got on her brown hand. She cursed quietly, already assuming that Grayson knew she'd injured herself somehow--as she usually does. She put the pasta back in the pot and added butter, almond milk, and the powdered cheese, stirring it and letting it cool a bit before pouring it in a bowl next to the stove. "I wanna see your pretty face." she spoke, holding the phone to her ear and with her bowl in one hand and a bottle of sparkling water in the other.

"Hold on a second." she heard shuffling on the other end of the phone. He was making a space on his desk for his phone to sit on, but she already knew that that'd been what he was up to, because his desk is constantly cluttered with papers, receipts, pens and pencils, etc. His desk was riddled with stuff. She heard the quiet his of "ah dammit", and then she finally saw it. That gorgeous grin that makes his hazel eyes crinkle in the outer corners. "Hi, honey."

And as happy as she'd typically be to see his face on FaceTime, all she did was sob. "Hey." She grabbed her food and her drink and with cloudy vision, she guided herself to the couch to eat.

His face fell. "What's wrong? Did I catch at a bad time?"

"No." She sniffled. God, she was so emotional today. "I just...I want you."

"Oh, babe. I wish there was something I could do about that but right now my hands are completely tied."

"I just want cuddles and kisses and hugs! And I want to wear that new shirt you just bought because it looks comfy and I bet it smells good."

"Baby I promise—hold out a little bit longer and you can have whatever it is you want." He paused. "Except for that shirt.”

"Why?" She whined.

"Because I bought that shirt last week. It's still new."

"So? I want it."

"You can have every other shirt except that one. At least not for a while."

"Ugh!" She groaned. "You're the worst."

"I've been told."

She looked away from her phone that was propped up on a pillow and turned on the television, turning to a DVR recording of Botched and settling into the couch, fully accepting the fact that she had to cuddle with the pillows next to her instead of her boo. She picked up her fork, sadly poking the orange-dyed macaroni noodles and putting them in her mouth. "I don't want this anymore." She muttered to herself, catching the attention of the boy on the other end of the phone, who'd only just found something to do on his laptop to distract himself from looking at her tear-stained face.

Because if he did, he'd be at her every beck and call and give her exactly what she wanted. And he was a busy guy; he didn't have time to fly across the country to snuggle her like he has the slight habit of doing.

As much as he craved her—her body, her mind, her laugh, her smell (God, the way she smells? Absolutely intoxicating. He finds himself thinking of the inticing scent on the days when he misses her the most, and it's almost as if she infiltrates his nostrils. Ergo, causing him to miss her 1000x more.)—he cannot leave Los Angeles for at least the next week. If he leaves, then that means Ethan would be left with editing their upcoming video's footage, and that's the last thing he needs right now.

"Why not? When we texted earlier, you said you were hungry."

"Yeah. I was. But now...I don't know." She shrugged. She stopped the recording on the TV, picking her bowl back up and setting it in the microwave for if she wanted it later. Then, she trudged her way back upstairs and got in her bed. She sighed, feeling the lump in her throat form again.

[hot-wiings]

Requested: Anon

A/N: A bit smutty. I'm NOT writing smut. But I've been trying to branch out. You might see some posts with Smut, or stuff like smut. But I'm not fully comfortable writing the full thing. At least not yet.

[Edited: 4-30-19]

It was around 2 AM when Dabi got home. It'd been a very long day of work. Very, tired and Irritated, Dabi tried to be quiet upon entering the house.

Just because he had a long shit day, doesn't mean he can be a loud dick, resulting in waking up [Y/N]

You were everything precious to him. He'd be damned if he acted destructively and woke you up. You didn't deserve that.

He slowly and quietly made his way to the microwave. He heated up the food you left in there for him.

Whenever he worked a long day he looked forward to this. You always saved some for him. He always ate it whether he was hungry or not.

He didn't want you to think that he didn't like your cooking, because he loved it. He also didn't want you to think that he didn't appreciate it. Because he did.

Dabi made sure to open the microwave 1 second before the timer went off so you wouldn't wake up.

He made one vital mistake though. He didn't look where he was walking. Dabi had stepped on a Tac.

"Fuck."

He almost falls, but he swings his arm out to grab for support. Instead of getting support, he knocks over a vase.

"Dammit." He muttered under his breath.

He bends down and picks up the pieces. When he looks up he sees you.

You stood in the doorway, rubbing your eyes a bit. Your hair is messy. You were wearing his favorite hoodie. Probably nothing on under it.

You carefully walked over to him. Making sure not to step on glass. Dabi dropped the glass pieces and walked over to you.

He didn't trust you not to accidentally step on a piece, and he didn't want you hurt.

You wrap your arms around him and bury your head in his chest. Smelling in his scent. It was like, burning fire, laundry soap, and something vanilla?

He must have used your shampoo again. He claimed it made him think of you.

"I heard a shattering sound, and you weren't in bed, it scared me."

Dabi noticed you shaking a bit. You were genuinely scared.

"Hey, it's okay. I accidentally broke a vase. That's all. Calm down, take a deep breath."

He waited until your breaths calmed down and your body was less tense. He went to go finish taking care of the vase. But you wouldn't let go.

"Baby, I gotta clean the mess."

You wrapped your arms tighter around him.

"Mm, I just want you to hold me."

He chuckles but holds you against his chest.

"I don't want you to step in it."

"You can clean it tomorrow."

"It was your favorite vase... You know, you one you called Vase in a fancy voice." (V-Ah-Se.)

Your shoulders tensed. But you still clung on.

"You jerk, you better buy me a new one."

"Haha, you're not gonna let go, are you?"

"Nope. I missed you. I always miss you... Don't you miss me?"

He brings his hands up to your cheeks. He slips two fingers under your chin and tilts it up. He pressed your lips together.

Your sweet cherry lips. He loved the cherry lip balm you used. It was like biting into fruit with every kiss.

You leaned into the kiss. Moaning a little.

"Mmm."

"Kitten, of course I miss you."

He drops to his knees, so his face is around your breast level. He lifts up the hoodie until it reaches just below your nipples. Some of your under breast reveled.

His earlier thought was right. There was indeed nothing under his stolen hoodie, except his favorite pair of your red patines. They showed a few your cheeks and were lacy at the top.

He placed his hands on each of your ass cheeks and kissed right under your breasts.

"I."

He trails his kiss down.

"Always."

He trails it lower, right by your belly button.

"Fucking."

He tails it even lower. Right above your pantie line.

"Miss you."

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed you. He moved his hands to your hips. He roughly pulled you forward. Not rough enough to hurt you though.

You were pushed up against him. His chin kneeing the top of your stomach. His face was almost in your breasts.

Almost.

He looked up at you. Lightly sliding his hands up your body. Fingers gliding softly on your cold skin. It was cold now, but it would be hot later.

He pushed the hoodie farther up. The bit protecting your nipples, now gone. Once the cold air hit them, they got hard. He cupped your [Breast Size] breasts.

He thought they were perfect. The perfect size, how soft they felt due to your lotion. The color of your nipples.

He moved his thumb over your nipples. Rubbing light circles. He loved the way they felt when they were hard.

He looked you in the eyes.

"Want me to show you how much I missed you kitten?"

You moan out his name.

"Dabi."

He brings his hands down and uses them to toss you over his shoulder. One hand on your ass, the other on the back of your thighs keeping you secure.

"C' mon Kitten. I wanna hear you moan my name so loud, the neighbors hear."

[kunt-dracula]

Everybody Loves A Clown

Supernatural Rewrite.

OC, Sam, Dean

TW: Cursing...that's about it.🤣

I pull my leather jacket on as I bound down the staircase, denѕe boots thumping against the old wood. I call out to Sam—repeating his name when I receive no response. He must be out in the yard with his brother.

I make my way into the kitchen upon hearing clinking plates.

"Sam outside?"

Bobby doesn't look up from his aggressive scrubbing of a cast iron pan. "Nope. He and Dean left."

I raise my brows. Hm. Guess they caught wind of another case. Hey, if it means I don't have to drag them along with me on mine, I'm not complaining at all.

Without asking any further questions, I hoist my backpack further on my shoulder "Well, guess I'll see Ellen and Jo by myself."

"And while you're there tell those boys that the next time they eat here they gotta wash the dishes. At least then they wouldn't be completely freeloading."

I twist my body back to Bobby. "I thought you said they left?"

Bobby shuts off the faucet. "They did leave. They went to the Roadhouse."

"What!? Dammit, I told them to wait!"

Instantly becoming angry I spin on my heels and rush to the door, swinging it open. I hear Bobby yell something behind me, but I can't hear him over my feet stomping against the gravel in addition to my heavy breathing.

I yank the other strap of my backpack on the other arm, securing it. Since the case was in-state, I decided on riding my bike.

I throw my leg over the pillion of my 2005 Triumph Rocket III and drop my weight onto it. Keeping it up is pricey; hell the bike itself is expensive, but I managed to do both for free.

-

How I got this piece was I took it from the leader of this werewolf biker gang. After I killed him and a few of his goons, I looted them for some things. They were too nice to go to waste. The dead gang members didn't have much honestly. There were three of them—with the exception of the leader— and I only got a little less than three hundred bucks. But the leader...oh man, a holy grail.

I couldn't boost the fairly nice house from him. But not only did I get this motorcycle off him, but I also got this badass 2005 Dodge Ram 1500—as well as some nice jewelry. I could tell it wasn't his, so I instantly concluded that he had done some stealing himself. Not being aware of who the owner was I pawned the jewelry off under a false alias and got a few stacks for it.

Shoving my right foot against the kick-start lever—undoubtedly using more than likely with more force than necessary—the bike roars to life. Fairly new motor purring loudly, vibrating vigorously between my thighs.

I snatch my helmet off the front of the bike—almost forgetting to put it on—pushing my head into it. I kick up the kickstand with the heel of my boot, and peel through the yard, leaving a trailing cloud of dust behind me.

*12 MINUTES LATER*

Upon turning into the parking lot, I spot the beat-up, poorly maintained minivan I gave Sam the keys to earlier this morning. It was the only functioning car Bobby had. It was bad off, but I had fixed it up to where it'd get you where you needed to be.

Haphazardly parking my bike, I shut off the engine and remove my helmet—hanging it from the right handle. 

The wood groans under my weight as I ascend the few steps to the paint chipped door. I push it open, only a fraction surprised at what I see.

Jo was holding a rifle on Dean, who was holding his nose, and Ellen had a handgun pointed at Sam.

"See this is why I told you to wait." I couldn't help but sound 'matter-of-fact.' Hell I told them, but they didn't listen, and I knew how Ellen and Jo were with strangers showing up unannounced.

Four pairs of eyes instantly snap to me. "Hi Ellen," I nod "Jo."

"Hey sweetie, don't mind us, just some guys wandered in, looking to score probably." Ellen narrows her eyes at Sam who was looking back and forth between the 9mm pointed at his face and me, a pleading look in his eyes.

I shrug my bag off, setting it on the table. "They didn't come to steal. I know them. They're Sam and Dean, or dumb and dumber—which is quickly becoming a good replacement."

"Sam and Dean? Winchester?" Her face softens. I nod, confirming.

"Son of a bitch." She mutters.

"Mom, you know these guys?" Jo asks.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lets out a laugh, lowering the gun. Jo slowly does the same. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." She gives Dean a smile.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean questions, nasally. She fills a hand towel with ice and offers it to Dean, without saying a word.

"Bobby called said you had a case for me. You needed help with something?"

"Yeah," she leans an elbow against the bar. "Demon. Heard he was closing in on it."

"He? He who?"

"John Winchester. I actually called you when he didn't return my calls."

"Ah. I see." Aware of where she kept files, I rounded the bar and slid the file cabinet drawer open. Flicking through the row of folders until I found what I needed. I open the Manila folder and frown. A lot of the writing from these newspaper articles are small. And I don't have my reading glasses. My vision is really good when pin pointing objects or when something's out of place but if it's words? Sometimes I catch hell. Glancing over at the drying rack an idea pops into my mind, and I lift a small shot glass from the rack.

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean demanded.

I slam the drawer closed with my hip. "The same way you do, genius. She's not new to the world of hunters." I circle my way back from behind the bar. I'm rewarded a dirty look from the man.

"I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad, a long time ago. John was like family once." Her lips curl up into a small smile as she reminisces.

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?" Dean questioned, skeptical. Ellen's response was a mere shrug. "So why exactly do we need your help?"

"What's with mister moody over there?" I glance up from the open folder in my hand to see Jo slinking to stand next to me. She mirrors my position of leaning back against the hard wood of the bar.

"Their dad got off'd by a demon a few days ago," I whisper back, my eyes falling back on the newspaper article. "I'm not sure they know it was a demon though. Dude reeked of sulfur, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one that could smell it." I run the glass, rim-down across the page, the words becoming magnified.

"Have you told them about your 'abilities'?"

"Hell no! I barely know them. The only reason I'm around them is that Bobby wants me to. The old geezer's suddenly scared something's gonna happen to me."

"Well, you are like his daughter Essie." God, I hated when she called me that. "From what you've told me, he doesn't have anyone except you." I huff. I'm getting lectures left and right.

"Ash!" Me and Jo can't help but jump at Ellen's abrupt shout. Ash, who was asleep on the pool table jerks up with a start. Honestly, I'm not surprised I didn't notice him before. I've been coming here for years, and I'm so accustomed to seeing him drunkenly sprawled out, I just consider him furniture. "What? It closing time?" He grumbles, looking around in a daze.

"That's Ash?" Sam questions in disbelief.

"Yep." I walk past him, plucking the thick folder from its spot on the table in front of him before he has time to react.

"He's a genius." Jo smiles, pushing off the bar and walking behind it. I snicker.

"No," I grab the glass of water from the bar and saunter over to where he was. "These guys and I need your help with some info." I slide the water to him, and he looks up at me, his lips spread in a lazy smile. Here it comes.

"Well for you I'll help any way I can, Darlin'." As always, his eyes almost instantaneously fall to my breast. He goes to lean an elbow on the table but, misses and begins to fall until I grab his forearm--steadying him. "See I'm fallin' for you." I can't help but break into a smile at his cheesy flirting.

"Stop flirtin' with Essence and read the damn notes." Ellen scolds, but it's obvious she's amused as well.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guy's no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean states.

Ash smiled. "I like you."

"Don't doubt him." I did the same when I first met him, and he shocked the hell outta me. "Just give him a chance." I add.

"Alright. This is about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it." Dean watches as Ash opens the folder and skims through it.

"Come on, this crap ain't real. There ain't nobody that can track a demon like this." Ash scoffs.

"Apparently so, their dad seemed to be able to do it." I shrug.

"There are non-parametric, statistical overviews, prospects, and correlations, I mean, damn!" He wheezes.

"These are omens." A piece of paper catches my eye, I drag my fingers across the lines.

"Basically if you can track these, you won't have much of a problem tracking the demon behind it." I glance up at the boys to see a mixture of both impressed and confused expressions. 

"Yeah." Ash nods in agreement. "You know like, crop failures, electrical storms...You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." he trails off, picking up another sheet.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me," he ponders briefly. "Fifty-one hours." He stands to leave.

"Hey, man?" Dean stops him.

"Yeah." He turns to face us again.

"I, uh, dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back." I chuckle as he flips his hair and shrugs before leaving the room.

"Hey, Ellen, what's that?" Ellen looks back at the space behind her before looking back at Sam.

"Well, that's Essie's police scanner she left here a year ago and never took it back." I scrunch my face.

"Hey now, first of all, I left it because I got a new one. Secondly, I left it so you could be more aware of what's going on and keep tabs on things."

With Ellen's folder still in my hand, I move over to the bar and slide on the stool next to Sam. "Hey, look at this, " I open the folder and place the first few pages of the article between us. I could see that in big red marker it had written on it:

COUPLE MURDERED

CHILD LEFT ALIVE

MEDFORD, WISC.

"Read over this again. I already did but, I don't have my reading glasses, so my vision is fucked up when It comes to words. You might see something I missed." He nods and grabs the sheets.

I fixate myself with something I have no problem seeing clearly. Photos of the victims, their information, etc.

The bar was all-around quiet. Except for Dean and Jo who were having an indistinct conversation on the farther side of the room, next to the windows.

"So uh," Sam starts. "How have you been. Its been what... five or six years since we last saw each other?" He asks with humor.

"Seven actually," I respond dryly, not lifting my eyes from the photos. "We were freshmen." I flip one and move to the next. "As for me, I've been fine. Grown accustomed to being alone." I murmur adding a shrug, more than likely to keep from visibly cringing at the statement I had unintentionally let slip from my lips. I could hope he hadn't heard me, but I already know he has by the way he's looking at me. Although I've still failed to make eye contact with the guy I can still feel his eyes staring at the side of my face.

"Dean," I call him over, not quite because I wanted too but, I needed to change the subject before it progressed any further. "Come take a look at this." At this statement, Sam leans closer to me, and Dean stands next to me, leaning his body against the bar. I frown at the uncomfortable closeness. "Too fucking close." I shake my head. They both mumble a 'sorry' and put some distance between them and me.

I roll my eyes. "A few murders not far from here Ellen caught wind of. And with my expertise, this damn sure looks like a hunt."

"Since when are you an 'expert' in hunting?" I turn my head towards the eldest and shoot him a harsh glare, before shifting my expression into one of smugness. "Since I saved your tight ass—not once but twice since we met less than a month ago." I slide off the stool and brush past him to the table I left my bag on, but not before gauging the look on his face. I can tell Dean's taken aback by my response at the way his brows furrow deeply. He clears his throat, crossing his arms. "So what's your point?"

"My point, Sweetcheeks, is that we're taking the case." I stuff the folder in my bag and pull out my Mossberg 500 12 Gauge Shotgun. Although I had intended on riding my bike to—what I thought was a nearby town in South Dakota but is actually a town in Wisconsin, I should go and swap out for my truck. Another good reason is the center of what's going on isn't really familiar to me at first mention, so who knows what and how many of it am I going to need to take it out.

"No, absolutely not." He protests. "You're not tagging along with us. Give me the folder." With my instincts, I hear his heavy feet approach me, and I turn, gun in hand. I grip the pump and flick my wrist harshly, gun clicking as it cocks. He immediately stops in his tracks.

"You really wanna try taking it from me?" I tilt my head. He's highly annoyed but shakes his head regardless. "Smart boy." I smile and the bag over my shoulder, shotgun still in my right clutch.

"Now come on," I pat his stubbled face with my hand and walk past him yet again. "Got a lot of work to do."