#He doesn’t realize he can turn into a bat because he is scared of them really badly

[random-chaos-and-stuff]

May I politely offer he is a vampire/part vampire or something and he just. Genuinely does not realize? He just thinks that everyone else is like that? When he talks to the other heroes and they look at him weird he just assumes it’s a Gotham thing? And it partially is a Gotham thing because that city has so many curses why not be part vampire there’s no sun there anyways but since everyone there is Just Like That he genuinely thinks it’s normal.

Even better if Alfred not only knows (because he absolutely would) and doesn’t care or acknowledge it, but was actually the source for it (why do you think he hasn’t aged at all in so long?) and just hangs out with Bruce and takes care of him because he got attached to him and well now who will make sure he gets what he needs for nutrition?

(Also vampire bats adopt orphaned bat pups so it even explains his sheer adoption addiction. He sees an orphaned child and the first thought is ‘anyone gonna take that and care for it?’ and he doesn’t wait for an answer.)

we don't make enough fun of Batman for not being a vampire. seriously this guy:

nightwalker, lurks in the shadows

goes flying through the city at night hunting down his quarry

romps around in a dramatic ass cape

lives in a gothic manor that is definitely haunted (by the narrative, the ghosts of the past, etcetera)

served by a single devoted familiar servant who seems to share some portion of his strange powers

has multiple fledglings proteges he recruits and trains to share his dark powers

the source of great, often contradictory lore (conflicting reports on his powers/weaknesses/backstory, varies by canon)

unaging (his publication history spans how many decades?)

clearly has some sort of arcane powers superhuman abilities, despite making a huge effort to pass as a Normal Human Guy

autistic bisexual

notice i didn't even mention the whole BAT themed everything. and we're expected to believe this character is NOT a vampire? i'm being baited.

[pigeonpeach]

Cuddles for my Love!

Summary: You are turned into a cat and desperately try to get your lover to notice and help.

Characters included: Diluc, Jean, Itto, Neuvillete

No cw just silly cat times

In a puff of smoke you looked down at your hands finding no more than paws. You were alarmed to say the least! A potion you had ordered, intended to help with some back pain, had instead turned you into a kitty cat! A very cute one yes but still! At least your back doesn’t hurt. But you must inform your lover and request help!

Diluc

“Hm a cat?” Diluc seemed confused as he opened the door to his office to be greeted with a meowing cat. He didn’t recognize it. “Adelinde did suggest getting cats to prevent mice.. or maybe you’re one of the maid’s cats?” He questions as you meow demandingly. You paw at his leg.

“Oh you must be hungry. There aren’t much mice here anyways. I’ll get you something little one.” He knelt down to scratch your ears. Oooh that felt good no! You must focus!

“Oh? Is something wrong little one?” He asked as you meowed excessively. “You must be very hungry.” Quickly he left to go to the kitchen making you follow him while meowing. You realized you had no chance of communicating with him so you decided to try a different way. You spotted a photo of you and Diluc and hopped onto the vanity, you grasped the photo in your kitty mouth and hopped back down. You trotted over to Diluc who was examining some fish Adelinde had been preparing, sneakily carving some off. Your meow was muffled as you lay the picture in front. Then scratch at his leg. He looks down.

“Oh now why would you do that?” He said a bit disappointed. “That’s my favorite photo.” He pouted as you meowed trying to somehow communicate to him your struggles.

“Oh.. did they send you? I got it, you must have been a gift for our anniversary tomorrow. I guess you broke out of your hiding spot.” He smiled. You however were now more annoyed but also concerned because you almost forgot your anniversary was tomorrow. You meowed more but to no avail. He just patted you.

“Such a beautiful cat, you look a bit like them oddly enough. Your eyes are… a similar color?” He seemed to finally take notice. You meowed encouragingly. You batter the photo and tried to point to yourself.

“Hmm… you seem oddly intelligent for a simple cat… if you can understand me then.. spin clockwise.” He said curiously. You did so excited to finally have established communication! You’re closer to telling him!

“Oh! You can? What kind of cat are you then? Um… if you know where my beloved is then roll over.” He instructed. You did so. He seemed intrigued. “Huh. Well then lead me to them.” You quickly trotted over to a mirror as a idea came to you. You batted at your reflection as you looked back up at him. He seemed skeptical but confused. He knelt down to observe you as you bumped your face into his, giving him a kitty kiss. He seemed to understand then.

“Oh.. I’ll bring you to Lisa then, She should know what do from here.”

Jean

You were so miserable, the maids in your shared home simply considered you a cute and needy cat. Saying how pleased Jean would be to have a friendly cat. You had one choice: escape and find Jean. Or Lisa. albedo? Just find Jean first! You know where she is, her office as always. You spotted a window and crawled out onto the roof. You noticed how far up you were as you felt a bit scared. You knew cats could make long jumps.. but you were so sca-

“Kitty!” A excited voice exclaimed. You heard someone landing behind you as you turned to see Amber putting away her wind glider. “Ohhh you must be lost! I’ll take you to the knights, we’ll find your owner don’t worry!” She said. Great! You can hitch a ride on her and get right to Jean

Unfortunately Amber didn’t let you leave the designated library spot. With the diligent maid Noelle watching over to make surd you didn’t run off. You tried to plead with her to let you go, you were so close to Jean! You needed to see her! Worse of all Lisa wasn’t here!

“Oh you must be hungry. Unfortunately I don’t have any snacks on me.” Noelle cooed trying to calm you. You meowed in distress trying to make it to the library door. “No no no you must stay here! Your owner will be coming shortly. Don’t worry you’re safe.”

You begrudgingly sat as you tried to wait for her to not be looking. Meanwhile she stroked your back, it felt really nice though. You relaxed a little. Overtime she started to read the rule books diligently. You tested out her focus by getting up to stretch. She didn’t seem to acknowledge it. You then took a step away, before sprinting at full speed to the door. Immediately Noelle shot up to follow.

“Wait! Did I startle you! I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!” She said worriedly. You looked back to her realizing you couldn’t open the door. You gave her your cutest pleading face. She pondered. “Hmm.. maybe you know where your home is? Is that it?” She asked. You nodded to her surprise. She opened the door as you quickly walked over to jean’s office. She seemed hesitant. “Oh no we can’t disturb her! She’s always busy at work!” She whispered panicked. You let out s loud meow as you scratched at the door. She quickly pulled you away, then the door opened as Jean stood there. Immediately you squirmed away from Noelle to Jean.

“There she is.” You heard the familiar voicd of Lisa behind her. Jean seemed relieved to see you as Noelle seemed worried.

“Don’t worry Noelle you didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you for watching over them. I’ll handle it from here.” She said quickly bringing you into her office. Lisa seemed to be preparing a potion.

“Yes dear, unfortunately I used the wrong ingredient for your potion, but I hope you had some fun as a kitty.” Lisa said patting your head. Jean seemed a bit upset though.

“I’ve been looking for you. Lisa informed me of her mistake but by then you had already ran away.” She held you put letting you dangle. You meowed defensively making her smile. “Its fine now though, you’re here.” She gave you a kiss making you shut up.

She sat you on her desk as Lisa continued brewing the remedy. You immediately used this opportunity to cuddle with your wife who seemed pleased now.

“Next time don’t give the maids such trouble. You had me so worried.”

“Next time? Are you implying you would rather this happen again?” Lisa playfully added.

“No that’s not what I meant.. just I’m glad you’re safe.” She said brushing you lovingly. You meowed in reply, purring contentedly.

Arataki Itto

“HEY GUYS LOOK AT THIS CAT!” Itto proudly displayed you, now a cat like a trophy to his buds. You meowed in annoyance.

“A cat? Where did you get that?” Kuki questioned.

“I don’t know it just walked over to me meowing constantly. I figured the fella must like me!” He said. “Oh you know what? My beautiful partner would love this cat! Do you know where they went Kuki?” He said. She looked at you as you continued meowing.

“I have a idea…” she says. “Hand me the cat.” She said

“Huh? No way its MY kitty! It chose me! See its meowing because its happy!” He says while you meow trying to tell him to listen to Kuki. Unfortunately he doesn’t speak cat.

“You’re holding it wrong, here.” She grabbed you from his arms, holding you properly.

“Hey!” He whined. You meowed again to which she shushed you.

“You idiot, this isn’t a normal cat. Your partner got transformed!” She said annoyed as she examined you.

“Hah?” He said confused.

“I’ll take you to the shrine and have you fixed don’t worry.” She said.

“Huh? I didn’t know they offered neutering at the Grand Narukami Shrine?” You meowed in annoyance. At least Shinobu knew what she was doing.

Neuvillete

“Such a peculiar feline.” He remarked as you rubbed against him. He seemed to analyze you carefully. “Hmm… it appears you’ve been transformed.” He says, you’re surprised he understood so quickly, but you suppose he is used to these things more. He is a dragon after all.

“Sedene?” He called out. The melusine came trotting in as she looked at you confused.

“Oh? What has happened to your beloved? Why they like this?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, but please request the mage Emilie to come here as soon as possible. I’m sure she’d be able to undo this.” He says, gently stroking your fur to help you relax.

“On it. But… I’m not sure where she is. I’ll find out.” She says. “Oh and heres your water, special from Mondstadt’s springs!” She says bringing out a bottle. He smiles.

“Thank you Sedene.” He says as she quickly heads off. He turns to you, scratching your chin.

“I’m sorry dear but I don’t have experience in undoing these kinds of spells. But I assure you I understand your struggle. I ask you simply relax now. There’s nothing you can do right now so just relax. I’ll handle everything.” He said sweetly. You let out meow in agreement, making yourself comfortable on the paper on his desk. He chuckled.

“Sweetheart I need that.” He said trying to pull it out. You didn’t budge, you didn’t know why but this paper was really comfortable. “Dear, I know you can still understand me, please just stand up.” He sighed. Eventually giving up.

“Are you hungry my dear? I don’t think I could bring you your usual foods but I could request some tasty fish.” He said. You meowed to confirm it. You were quite hungry. strangely fish sounded good right now. He smiled as he called for his assistant once more.

The second your fish came you stood to receive it. Neuvillete seizing the opportunity to rearrange your makeshift bed, taking the important documents and replacing them with some unnecessary ones. You happily chowed down. Purring as you enjoyed some tasty fish. You looked back briefly to watch him pretend he did nothing, but you heard him. Still the fish was too tasty and you continued to eat. He pet you lovingly as he continued with his work. Once finished you immediately set your sights on once again taking up his attention, you jumped back onto the desk sitting yourself right on the paper he was working on. He sighed.

“You’re as needy as ever, but I can’t resist that cute little face.” He said giving you a nice chin scratch. “Hopefully Emilie can come soon, otherwise I may never get work done.”

[soundlessdreamss]

Hi! Hi!! :DDDD

Can i request Vaggie and charlie with luna/Nightmare moon!Reader? (Polyamorous relationship ofc, if you can :3)

So the reader was a moon angel back in heaven (like she would rise the moon and take care of the people who lived in the night) and sister to Sera. When reader noticed that she was least loved and recognized than her sister, she felt anger and envy inside her. Causing her to transform into nightmare moon and fell from heaven to hell.

I feel like the transformation of nightmare moon would hurt a lot, so when she transformed into it in heaven, Sera would hear her sister's screams turn into maniacal laughter.

Reader would meet charlie and vaggie in the aftermath of the nightmare, probably scaring a few people around them bc of her appearance. Thus arriving in the hotel with no interest in having a redemption (she enjoys being in hell taking care of the bat/shadow demons..her people).

When they go to heaven, They realize that because of her, they now have a holiday (nightmare night). If you can, please add her to the heaven meeting and chaggies reaction when Adam shows them what reader did to get banished 😭

hihihihiihihihi!! O-M-G of course I can!! I love princess Luna sm :)

Also requests are still open, but it’ll take me longer to do them :3

Chaggie x Princess Luna!reader

You loved your job and working with your sister and the people of heaven. It was a wonderful place to be at after all wasn’t it?

You loved the night as it was your special job and gift that heaven gave you to take care of. But you slowly started to realize how people only loved to be out in the sunlight and dismiss your beautiful night.

They only loved and recognized Sera just because she brought the stupid sun up. It made you feel ignored and unappreciated and soon all that hate and sorrow that bubbled up inside you burst.

The day you finally snapped your transformation was huge as it caused nighttime to become brighter and a huge blast of light was sent up to the sky as you transformed.

It felt incredibly painful as it felt like your skin was being burned off but those screams of pain slowly turned into maniacal laughter as you transformed into nightmare moon and began to spiral into insanity.

As you began to lose your sanity completely as nightmare moon Sera saw this and had no other choice but to banish you to hell. She was crying as she banished you knowing that this was most likely her fault for your spiral.

As you fell down to hell you looked like a purple shooting star and your crash was powerful as you caused a hole in the land.

The people in hell were afraid of you because they recognized your appearance from the news that you were a fallen angel banished from hell.

As you were walking one day you paused to see a questionable advertisement for a hotel “redeeming” sinners, it had your interest and you went to go find this hotel.

When you finally made it there you were met by Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie seemed ecstatic that someone wanted to come to her hotel but you quickly told her that you just wanted to be here to take care of your people.

She was still happy though that you wanted to help with the hotel project. Vaggie didn’t know you were a fallen angel cause she doesn’t watch or read the news but you could quickly tell Vaggie was a fallen angel based on the x on her eye and the angelic spear she wielded.

After a couple months Charlie and Vaggie both grew romantic feelings for you. Charlie wanted to invite you into the relationship asap but Vaggie told her maybe they should take their time hinting their feelings for you.

They both confessed to you a couple days after that conversation and you accepted their confession as you guys now became a polycule.

When the hotel starting to fall into action Charlie called her dad and after the whole fight with Alastor and Lucifer yadayada… he managed to schedule her a meeting with heaven and she wanted to take both you and Vaggie along.

You and Vaggie were both hesitant but agreed to make Charlie happy as she had been working on this hotel for a long time.

As you guys made it to heaven St.Peter recognized you but didn’t say a word about it until Sera came to greet Charlie.

She didn’t expect to see you though. It’s been thousands of years since you last saw each other and it was painful for you guys to see each other in this state. Thank the gods she didn’t point you out though and instead silently lead you guys to your hotel.

She didn’t want to talk to you until the trial began and you were so glad she didn’t try telling Charlie or Vaggie who you really were.

When the trial finally started and you guys all entered the court room, Adam immediately recognized you and started laughing.

”Well look who we have here! The reason why we celebrate nightmare night out in the flesh.” You’re looked at him with a death glare but that immediately turned into panic as Charlie asked what he was talking about. Vaggie was in shock though as she realized you were the reason why nightmare night was a thing.

As Adam explained what you did to get banished from heaven and why nightmare night was created because of you, they were both in shock but you were ashamed and embarrassed of your past. You couldn’t help but look at Sera with a pitiful look begging for her to help her dear sister. But of course she followed heavens rules and did absolutely nothing. What a great sister.

You ran out of the courtroom out of fear from your identity being revealed and you waited in the hotel room for the court case to finish.

Once it finished (and after all hell broke loose there) Vaggie rushed to the hotel room to check on you. She saw you on the floor crying because of your past mistakes and quickly went to comfort you.

After comforting you she explained that Charlie just needed a break from the both of you because you guys both hid huge things from her.

You and Vaggie both understood but all of you felt dread as the extermination day was coming and all of this had just been dropped on all of you. Oh what would you do when the day came..

[darkchocoboo]

Car | Javier Peña

part 1

pairing: Javier Peña x F! reader.

summary: Javier is mad about you leaving his house. 

cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT MINOR DNI!  p in v sex, thigh riding, public sex, car sex, uprotected sex, angst to fluff, Javi is kind of a dick, he takes you to the woods to talk, no Y/N

“What the hell agent? Are there anything else that you hide from me?” You jumped in scare as your office’s room slammed open.

“What? What’re you talking about Peña?”  He closed the door behind him, leaving towards your desk.

“That you’re the daughter of the ambassador? How long you’re gonna hide that?” You were genuinely confused about why he was so angry.  You tried to keep it cool as he hovered over you, face inches away from you. 

“Was it related in any kind, boss? Why are you so angry about it?” He was shocked about how calm you were against his anger. 

“Why does it bother you, Peña? Do you think that I’m here because of him. Do you think that he ordered them to send me down here?” Now it was you who was angry. You got up on your feet, slamming your hands on table. 

“Do you really think I’m standing where I am because my old man is the fucking ambassador? No, Peña. I’m here because I worked my ass of to be here.  I. WORKED. MY. ASS. OFF.  Did you know he’s trying to send me back to US? In every chance he gets. With every power he puts his hands on, he’s trying to send me back! But no, I’m not gonna let him. I’m not gonna let his power wash over what I did to become who I am today. And no I’m not gonna take your shit. If you have anything real to be angry about, about our jobs in DEA, you can yell as long as you want. But I’m not gonna listen your bullshit. Now, if you let me I have things to do.” You fell on your chair, knees shaking from anger. He turned his back to you, lit a cigarette. Took two steps to the door. He couldn’t take another. 

“Why did you left, without saying a word?” So that was the real reason.

“I found a place. I don’t have any reason to crush at your place anymore.” 

“Where is it?” 

“Where is what? Oh, across the street from yours.” 

Look at that little coincidence, Javi thought to himself. And left the room without saying another word.

**

Javi pushed the drapes to side for a better view. Watching you dancing around on your balcony with a bottle in your hand. Laughing to someone he doesn't know. Saying things that he can't hear with a smile on your face. He was jealous. Blood boiling in his veins in anger. He wanted to punch that guy on his fucking face. He squeezed the glass in his right hand. Sending the amber colored drink down his throat.

It was already midnight, street lights luminating the street.  That guy was still in your home, who know what he was doing to you. Did he made you feel as good as Javi did? Did he made you moan as loud?

Javi didn't sleep that night. Drowning himself on whiskey, lighting a cigarette right after another.  He was confused why he felt that way. He was confused about the feeling that burned him from inside. It was just one week, for one week you lived with him. Every morning he woke up from his sleep he saw you, sleeping on his couch. So peaceful almost looking like an angel. Your mouth slightly open, locks of hair stuck on your face and neck.  Your eyes twitching from the dream you're having. The way your eyelashes bat around your eyes as you wake up, little yawn you let out. Streching your body as you sit on the same couch, the pillow mark on your face. The way you blush when you realize his eyes all over you. Your fake-angry grunts.  He was just getting used to it. You being around him. When this was his morning routine, he almost felt happy for the first time in years. But it was all  gone one morning. He woke up a little late, walked into the living room expecting to see you, but everything was gone. Every little thing to prove your existance was gone. Like you were never there.  It was dissapointment, what he felt at that moment.  He forced himself to go to work. When he got there, he overheard other agents talking about you, being the only daughter of the ambassador. He wasn't angry about that. He was angry about you leaving without saying a word. But it was a good reason to yell at you.

 He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed. Walked out of the building and started to wait for you as he lit another cigarette. The man from your balcony appeared on the door first, then you walking behind him. You smiled at his ugly face, hugged him your goodbye and took steps to your SUV. Javier stopped you from opening the door.

"Who was he?" 

"Good morning to you too, Boss." You took his cigarette that was hanging from his beautiful lips to put between yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke to his face.

"Who was he?" His fingers digging into your wrist.

"A friend. If it's any of your business."

"A friend,huh. A friend who stays over night." You let out a sigh. Throw the cigarette bud off to the street.  

"Can I go now? My boss is gonna be angry."

" Your boss needs you somewhere else. Get in."  You drove as he gave directions. The air was tense, there was no small talk nor little sarcasms like he always does.  It was a small hill with no trees, in middle of nowhere.

"What are we doing here, Boss?"

"Why did you left without saying a word?"

"Thank you for the couch, Javi. But I really have no idea why you acting like this. I know it was mean of me to leave like that but,"

"Why did you left like that?"

"Like what Javi, like what?" Now you were yelling.

"Like nothing happened."

"I thought it was one time thing and didn't mean anything. As you always do. What did you expected?" You turned your face to him.  He stuttered under his breath you couldn't catch on. His hands find your face. His thumb caressing your face. Sweeping your locks from your face. His face getting closer to yours as he kept looking directly in your eyes. His soft lips find yours quickly. His hand lowered to your throat giving a light squeeze to make you open your mouth. His tongue searching for an opening on your lips. You let him into your mouth as your tongues meet in hunger. Tongues clashing like the feelings inside you. You didn't mind any of that. Just wanting to taste him. His touch on your bare skin. His arms covering you as he gave you a taste of heaven. Moans he gave you on that very night. You would give your life to hear those again.  He breaks the kiss suddenly.

"It meant something. I waited for that night for a long time. It fucking meant something."

"Is that so, Javi? Then  why did you act like I was some prostitute? You didn't even say good morning. You just left me in your bed with taxi money on bedside table. Was that what it meant to you?"

"I-" You raised your hand in dissapointment.

"Shut up, it's my turn. You came into my office rampaging about unrelated things. Acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Those were the first things that you said to me that week. Now you come to me asking about who was in my house and why I act like this. Without thinking how you acted first. Who are you to question me Javier Peña?"

Tear were running down your face as you slammed your forehead on the stirring wheel. Your body burning up with anger.

"You don't know shit Peña. A shit. You're so used to being every women's favorite that you forgot how to act normal. You don't even know how to talk to a woman without seducing them. You catched me in a vulnerable time and used it. That's what happened. And me, being the stupid bitch I am, let you do that."

Now you were calm, crying on the wheel, sobbing as your chest moves up and down slowly.

"I haven't felt that way in years. It was my happiest week." He confessed in a slow tone.

"I was scared that I would ruin it with my words. Now I see I ruined it by not saying anything. I don't know how to be happy, Agent. I was never happy. Before you. I acted like a jerk, I know. And I'm gonna make it up for it. I didn't do any of that to make you feel bad." 

"You're old. But you know nothing." His hand find your shoulder pulling you to his chest.

"Then teach this old man." He kissed your hair, he kissed your forehead that was on his chest, he kissed your nose, he kissed your wet eyes. He kissed your lips last. In a way he never kissed anyone before. With love, with fondness. You could taste your salty tears on his lips.

You climbed on him on passenger seat. Your denim tight around your thighs. Kiss turned into a more passionate one. His hands trailing your curves like wants to memorize everything. Running his hands under your band tee to find you without a bra.

"Nasty. This is how you come to work, baby?"

"Nah, only on Wednesdays."  You mocked him, lips brushing against his.  You grind against him under your jeans. He raised his hips in need on your touch.

“Oh, baby.” Lips found your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your sensitive skin. Your hands walked down on his mustard colored button-ups. Feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. His metal buckle belt hit your fingers. You started undoing his buttons. Slowly, you took your time, you made him whimper with your slow movements.

His patience was running out, you wanted to take your time, torturing him made you more wet between your legs. Hands left your back for a moment. He ripped his shirt, buttons spreading all over your car.

“You can’t wait to have me, can you?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, bonita. When you walk into the office everybody is gonna know that I fucked you minutes ago. Everybody is gonna know that you’re my girl and my girl only.” You licked your lips with his words. Giving him the doe-eyes. You know that works on everybody. He took of your band tee in one slick motion, lips found one of your nipples. Teeth on your sensitive bud make you moan.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” His cold fingers started toying your other one. You undid his belt buckle fastly. You needed to feel him, feel that burning sensation deep inside your pussy. Grinding him harder know.  You fished his already wet thick cock out of his boxers. Squeezing him a little. Your hand moving up and down on his lenght, feeling every vein on it.

“Not yet.” He stopped ypu by wrapping his long fingers to your wrist. He unbuttoned your jeans, signaling you to take them off. Taking off your jeans was a pain in the ass, considering your position. But you made it work, leaving yourself with only your lace panties.

“Ride me, my thigh. Ride my thigh.”  You started riding his jeans eyes closed, mouth half open. Your lace panties and his denim fabric making your clit ache with friction.

“Javi-“  Your juices left wet marks on his blue denim. He grabbed your waist and pressed you more to his leg. Nails digging to your skin.  He squeezed one of your boobs with hand making you want him more.

“Javi, please.”

“You can’t wait to have me, can you babygirl?”

“No please.” He kept grinding you to his jeans as he slowly moved his leg up and down, jumping you with him.

“You gonna cum on my leg, then I will think about fucking you.” His hard cock was resting on his lower belly, leaving pre-cum stains on his open button-ups.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Ride me, make yourself cum. So good Agent. You look beautiful when you’re horny.” You were at the edge of a cliff and his praising wasn’t helping about maintaining your sanity.

“Javier, I can’t, please.” He chuckled with your words.

“You can, baby. Cum on my thigh. I know you can give it to me.” Your legs started shaking with his, mind got all blurry when your juices started to wet his jean.

“Just like that. I knew you could do it.” Your head fell on his shoulder as you felt the warmth spreading all over your body. His hand caressing your back as you rest on his shoulder.

He opened the door, grabbed your ass as he stepped out of the car.

“Javi, someone can see.”

“That’s the point, cariño. Let’em see.” He dropped you on the ground. Lowered his jeans to his ankles. He bent you over your car, peppering your back with small kisses. So light you couldn’t even felt his lips on your back. He stroked him self a little to spread his pre-cum. His red throbbing tip found your hole.

“Do it, please. I need you Javier.” He slammed his hips to you. A gasp escaped your mouth. Air inside your lungs was all göne with his harsh movement. You lost control of your own body. Your knees started shaking as your hand found his ass to press him to your core deeper.

“So, you like it rough, right Agent?” You couldn’t find your words as he kept pushing himself deeper to your core. He left you speechless.

“You’re taking me so well, babygirl. Like you’re made for me. Never saw anyone take it s’good.”

You’re mouth watered as his long fingers grabbed you by hair. Moans scratching  your throat, leaving you breathless. Your high was coming to get you any second. He never slowed down, never changed his pace. He just kept hammering you to your car.

“Javi, I’m”

“Me too baby.” He pulled you to his chest by your hair. Hugging you with one arms other find your clit. Rubbing it with his thumb. This was way too much. You could lose your mind over his actions. Your walls started clenching around him, your orgasm hit you hard as he pulled out. Your knees wasn’t keeping you standing at that moment. You hold on to your car. Your juice streaming between your legs as he jerked himself between your thighs. His thick ropes painting inside your legs, dripping down to your knees and the grass under you.

“You never not surprise me, bonita. I love that about you.” He kissed you slowly. Your breaths slowed down as he kept you in his arms. His head resting on the crook of your neck. Hot breath hitting your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“I’m never gonna let anyone upset you. Not anymore. You understand? Not me, not your father. No one ever gonna upset you.” He kissed you again, with love.

[steviewashere]

It's Enough

Rating: General CW: Implied/Possible Depression Tags: Established Relationship, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, And Gets One, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Other Characters Mentioned, Bittersweet, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is showing up when someone doesn't ask."

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Eddie got a key for Steve’s house when they first started dating. Just something that Steve did as a gesture that said, “You’re part of my permanent fixture of people.” Which, thank God he got a key or else he wouldn’t be able to come check in on his lovely, lovely, lovely boyfriend.

Especially when said boyfriend seems to have gone dark on all the people in his life.

It started with Robin telling him that Steve no-called, no-showed his shift at Family Video. Strange, he had thought. Though, he’d heard that Steve’s done it a few times before. Once when he had a migraine and was vomiting so profusely that he was simply too exhausted to reach his phone. Another, his bat wounds were infected and he was laid up in the hospital. There was kind of recently where Steve just slept through the entire day, nightmares riddling him the night before. Eddie had been there for that day, had to calm Steve down when he realized he missed work, had even held him as he shook from the come down of another nightmare.

So Eddie thought it was a little odd, but not all that different from how Steve can be if given dire circumstances.

Though, then Dustin radios him. “Steve didn’t pick us up from school today. He promised he would, but I guess he couldn’t? I don’t know. I can’t get a hold of him.”

That made the hairs on Eddie’s neck and arms stand up. Because, Steve doesn’t do shit like that. It’s Eddie, usually, who forgets. But Steve? No way, Eddie had thought. Yet, no way turned to, Okay, maybe he did. Eddie made it his duty to pick all the party members up and drop them off at their respective houses.

However, that wasn’t the final straw to make Eddie go to Steve’s.

No, what crumbled his resolve was hearing Max on the radio. She didn’t go to school today. Her limbs aching in a way that made it impossible for her to move from bed. Dustin had told Eddie that. He’s even witnessed it, the poor girl. Her voice came through the radio, small and scared, “Steve?” But there wasn’t a response. “Steve, please, are you there? I—I had a dream about the—“ And her voice trapped in her throat, the cut off of a sob making itself apparent over the radio wave. She forgot to switch to a private channel. She’ll do that, now, apparently. It was mentioned in passing that the channel dial was hard for her to navigate without being able to see all that clearly. She was half-blind, for Pete’s sake.

Eddie comforted her through whatever nightmare shook her. The bats, he concluded. Because, though she wasn’t there to witness it, her mind filled in the blanks easy enough. Vicious, red, raw, bleeding images.

His hackles rose. He beelined for his van. He scurried his ass over to Steve’s house. Because, What the fuck is happening today? And more importantly, He needs me. Maybe that was a selfish thought. Though, maybe, it was a necessary thought.

He creeped through the foyer. Easily realizing that neither of Steve’s parents were home. Tiptoed his sneakers off by the front door. And called out, gentle yet as loud as he could, “Steve? Are you home?”

There wasn’t a response, which made Eddie’s stomach twist. He made his way up the stairs, coming to the cracked opening of Steve’s bedroom door. There was a lump on his bed, Steve’s body. But Eddie couldn’t really tell if he was alive or not, all things considered.

Coming to Steve’s bedside and crouching down, he noticed that Steve was awake. Wide-eyed, glistening, staring through to nothing. Eddie tried to bring a palm up to cup the side of Steve’s face, but that only made him flinch away from the touch. “Stevie?” Eddie hesitated. “Baby, are you alright?”

Steve whimpered in response. He curled farther into his blanket, hands white-knuckling on the edge, head burying itself into his pillow.

Eddie hushed gently. “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s Eddie,” he tried to cajole. “Just came to check on ‘ya.” He settled down on his butt, criss-crossing on the carpet. Hands folding in his lap. HIs eyes still attentive on Steve.

“Bad day,” Steve muttered.

“That’s alright,” Eddie assured. “It’s okay to have a bad day. Why is—“ He hesitated momentarily. This probably wasn’t going to be a very comforting conversation to have. “Why is it a bad day, Steve?”

He shrugged. “Something’s…Something is missing,” Steve articulated, or at least attempted to. “Like…I don’t know. I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t know.” His voice produced a nasally quality, wet where it shouldn’t be. Getting worked up. “My chest hurts,” he quietly sobbed.

“Oh, honey,” Eddie cooed. He rose up onto his knees. Palms down on the edge of Steve’s mattress. “Can I—Are you okay with me—“

“Please,” Steve cried out. And the way it reached from within his chest made Eddie shudder. It clawed itself out of Steve. Almost bubbling and bursting to the surface. “Please, Eddie,” he had begun to plead, “Come here. I need—“

Eddie took no time at all. Chucking his jacket to the floor. Crawling under the duvet. Curling his body around Steve’s trembling back. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s sturdy torso, hands interlocking and squeezing against the subtle softness of his belly, fingers splaying against his naked skin. He pressed his forehead between Steve’s mole-dotted shoulder blades, brushing his lips over the moles within distance. Shutting his eyes against the shuddering breaths in front of him. Nosing at the top notches of Steve’s spine.

“I gotcha, love bug,” he whispered, “I gotcha and I ain’t going anywhere. Promise, baby. I promise.”

He knew that Steve didn’t like showing himself when he cried. But something about this was different, to its core, Eddie could tell. Something almost hollow and echoing to Steve. Something hungry and aching all at the same time. Eddie never wanted to let go.

Steve shifted in the hold. Turning over completely so that his head was tucked under Eddie’s chin, face burrowed in his chest, arms wrapping around Eddie—low near his hips. He was scrunching himself as to not take up the most amount of room. And Eddie hated it with a great passion. Hated it so much. But realized, in that moment, it was not worth the fight. That, in the throes of loving somebody like Steve, that things need to run their course.

Even as devastating as they are.

Eventually, when Steve calmed and went boneless yet hiccuping in Eddie’s hold, only then did Eddie pull away. Only slightly, as to not startle the stilted air between them. Only to peer a little, to look and gaze and cherish.

Before Steve could even open his mouth, Eddie murmured, “Don’t apologize. It’s alright, love bug. You’ll be okay. Can you…Are you okay to tell me what happened?”

Again, Steve shrugged. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “Just woke up feeling sticky and wrung out and…Empty, I don’t know. Tired.”

Eddie nodded. His eyes sunk in a little, going soft and sad in understanding. “Okay,” he muttered. And cuddled back in, as close as their bodies would let them. “Okay, Steve. That’s enough. ’T’s all I needed to hear, sweetheart.”

Steve sighed against him. His exhaustion noticeable, heavy and armored. Before he drifted, though, he murmured, “Thank you for coming over.”

“Thank you for letting me in,” Eddie responded. His palm slid over Steve’s naked, mottled back. Kissed the top of his head. And pushed himself in closer. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Steve could only muster as a whisper.

And that was enough.

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If I Should Stay

Okay so I was going to try to post this on Christmas but I had the worst WiFi possible. So that didn’t happen. So y’all get two today because Christmas :)

Part 1 | . . . | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45

Or maybe it all just almost goes to shit.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, Ellie. I am too. But it’ll be okay.”

She takes a deep breath, grabs his hand and squeezes, and nods. “Okay.”

The one on the car lunges, maw wide and terrifying, and El yells as she thrusts her hand towards it, stopping it midair. She throws it to the side, bowling over the two to their right, and throws the one on their left over that direction too.

“Check behind us,” she asks Steve, before bringing a car down onto the pile of demodogs.

Steve whips his head around. “Well,” he says, voice imbued with fake cheer, “there’s no demodogs.”

El whips around to see what he had: two demogorgons. She huffs, moves until she’s in front of Steve, and reaches behind her before quickly bringing her hand forward, tossing a different car in their direction.

Steve scrambles for his bat, having foolishly placed it in the trunk, grabbing it just before a demodog climbs out from under the car El had thrown. Another one is struggling, its back half pretty badly crushed, but Steve is a little worried it will make its way out. “El? How’re you feeling?”

“Okay,” she responds. “But I want to finish this soon.”

“You and me both, Ellie.” He flips his bat. “I’ll take care of the one halfway under the car if you can get the one heading our way.”

“Yeah,” she answers, and he advances, walking around the free demodog.

The trapped one snaps and claws at his feet and legs, trying to pull him closer, so he swings his bat, connecting with a leg. It growls and pulls away, long enough for Steve to swing at its head. He keeps going until it doesn’t move anymore, then surveys the area.

The rest of the demodogs are dead, including the one that had gotten free. El had taken care of it, alright; there’s a car buried three feet in the ground where the demodog once was.

The demogorgons met a similar fate, crushed underneath a pickup truck, which was also buried about three feet in the ground.

He turns to look at El and freezes, dumbfounded, watching as she extends a hand towards the group of demodogs under the car.

The car shakes, groans, then buries itself in the ground with a pop.

“Uh,” Steve eloquently says. He tries again. “Ellie?”

She slowly turns to look at him. It’s more like she’s looking through him, her gaze almost making him uncomfortable as he continues. “You’re floating.”

She blinks, then seems to realize where she is. She slowly lowers herself, and Steve’s ready to catch her when she wobbles and ultimately collapses when her feet touch ground. “That was amazing,” he whispers into her hair. “I’m so proud of you, Ellie, you deserve all the waffles, holy shit. Okay, come on, I got you, let’s get in the car, lay you down.”

She can barely keep her eyes open, “All gone?”

His heart clenches. “Yeah, Ellie. They’re all gone, you did such a good job. You can rest now, ‘kay?”

“M’kay,” she murmurs, falling into the backseat and curling up. “Wake… at home.”

Steve just smiles, cards a hand over her hair. “Just go to sleep, Ellie. I’ve got you.”

She does, murmuring something nonsensical, and Steve’s heart clenches again as he gently shuts the door and makes his way around to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is uneventful, and when El doesn’t stir when he turns the car off, he carries her inside.

Robin, Allison, Eddie, and Wayne are waiting for them. “She’s fine,” he assures them quietly. “Just exhausted.”

Eddie steps forward. “Let me take her,” he whispers. “You’re still injured.”

Steve grimaces. “You’re really not gonna like hearing what we just did, then.”

Eddie raises a brow with a slight smile, grinning when Steve sighs out, “Fine. Put her in my room, please?”

Eddie nods. “Glad you’re safe,” he murmurs before leaving with her.

Allison and Robin rush him as soon as El’s out of the room. “You goddamn idiot,” Robin gripes, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I was worried.”

“We both were,” Allison says, giving him a look.

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmurs, hugging them both. “I’m fine, I promise. Things got a little more exciting than we’d hoped, but we’re both okay.”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Allison murmurs, and Robin nods before they both crush him back into a hug.

When they pull back, Allison grins at him. “I’m saying this because I love you,” she starts, “but you need a shower.”

Robin giggles, and when Steve turns an affronted look on her, she raises her hands in surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

“No, but you were thinking it,” he mutters, grinning at both of them before following the path Eddie had taken.

When he walks into his room, he’s surprised to see Eddie standing at the foot of his bed, looking at El.

“This is all crazy, right?” He asks. “I’m not being dramatic?”

Steve smiles at him. “You’re always dramatic,” he reminds Eddie, getting a glare in return, “but no. This is definitely crazy.”

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 2: Steel

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: A sheòid means my hero or valiant warrior - again i just googled scottish terms of endearment so idk how trustworthy that sauce is lmao next

The front door to the house opened, then it shut, followed by hushed whispers. Immediately, you were on edge. That wasn’t normal. Usually your brother announced his arrival very loudly and very annoyingly. You were currently in your bedroom, doing some studying for work. Slowly, you closed the book, getting up from your bed. 

Killer and Eustass were passing your door when they realized you were in your room. They both froze in the doorway, Eustass’ eyes wide and a guilty look on his face.

Eustass looked like he had gotten into one nasty fight. He was beaten and bloodied - was that a missing tooth? You felt your blood boil. “What the fuck happened?” You demanded, heading over to them. Eustass looked away, avoiding eye contact so you looked at Killer. He might have been taller than you, but you still made him step back with your sheer presence at times.

“I-I don’t know. I found him like this…” Now that you got a good look at him, he didn’t appear to be injured in the slightest. You turned your attention back to your brother.

“Who?” You headed into the kitchen, retrieving the first aid kit. You waved them in, Eustass sitting in the chair while you handed the first aid kit to Killer. He grumbled before answering you. “No one…”

“Eustass Kid.” Not very often did you pull out that tone, but when you did, it made Eustass flinch. The parental tone was something you didn’t like using because you didn’t like to treat your brother like a child, aside from teasing and typical sibling behavior.

Your brother sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. “The Delmark brothers,” he mumbled. “Just some stupid kids who formed their own stupid gang.” You handed the first aid kit to Killer. “Start patching him up.” He nodded, following your instruction. “Just do what you can and I’ll fix it up when I get back.”

“Did they jump you?” You looked at your brother as you started rifling through the hall closet. “Ah, no. They…” He paused, seeming to hesitate. You found what you were looking for, pulling out your trusty baseball bat that you had enhanced yourself over the years.

“They what?” You rested the bat on your shoulder as you looked at him from the kitchen doorway.

Eustass sighed. “They were making fun of me, which doesn’t bother me - you know that but…” You narrowed your eyes. “But…?”

“But they started making fun of you.” You blinked. A frown set into your face and you walked over to him. “Mo laochain,” you started and but he interrupted, “I’m not little anymore.” 

You paused, nodding. “A sheòid,” you corrected and he just rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue this time. “I appreciate your valiant bravery, but you shouldn’t fight on my behalf.” 

He frowned, looking at you. “But, what they were saying was awful and unacceptable! Like hell if I’m going to let them run their mouths without consequence!” You sighed, ruffling your brother’s hair gently - you weren’t sure if he had head injuries.

“Where are they at?” you asked, heading for the door. “Bigs, please,” Eustass began but you held up a hand to silence him. “Location.” You looked at him and he stopped, groaning. “Behind the convenience store on Steel Ave.” You nodded, grinning. “Good thing I have my lucky steel bat.” You waggled your eyebrows, causing Killer to snort in amusement, but earning a groan from your brother.

“I’ll be back in time to make dinner. Killi, make sure tungsten doesn’t do anything stupid. Tungsten, don’t do anything stupid.” You grinned, heading out the door without another word.

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The moment the door closed behind you, rage settled in. You were honestly barely keeping it together right now. You wanted to destroy everything in your path. You were feeling a new type of wrath that ran so deep it almost scared you. 

“How fucking dare they?” You seethed as you began to walk. You were beyond pissed. Words could not express the pure anger you felt. You weren’t about to let some snot nosed kids get away with fucking around with your brother. They were about to see why they shouldn’t fuck with the Kid family. 

Sure, kids fought, but this seemed to be more than that. This was more than a scruff between kids. Not with injuries like that. They went a little too far…or maybe you were just being over protective, either way - you were kicking some ass.

You might have also felt a little guilty. Your brother had gotten into a fight on your behalf and now he was suffering for it. You were aware that all kinds of rumors started about you ever since you dropped out of school. You, personally, didn’t care what people said. As long as there was a roof over you and your brother’s heads and food on the table, you couldn’t give two shits.

You knew that your brother was also protective and earnest. He defended the honor of those he cared about and you admired him for it. Even if he had gotten in trouble a lot because of it.

As you rounded the corner, you heard voices. They seemed to be boasting about something. You didn’t hesitate as you entered the alleyway, heads turning as they heard you walking. You tightened your grip on your bat, feeling extra fightey. Maybe this is what you needed. An outlet.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them demanded. You guffawed. “You’re talking shit on me and you don’t even know what I look like?”

“Oh, shit. You’re that little punk’s older sibling, aren’t ya?” 

“Bingo, dickweed.”

“Excuse me?” He stood up from where he had been seated on some cardboard boxes and walked over to you. You held out your bat and pointed at him, making him stop. “I wouldn’t come closer if I were you.”

With a quick glance, you noticed there were six of them. The ringleader, two girls, two boys, and two kids cowering in a corner? You weren’t worried about them, but you assumed they were roped into whatever pathetic excuse of a gang this was and now they were stuck. Probably some errand boys. They all looked to be around you and your brother’s ages.

“Oh? Maybe you’ll put up a better fight. You think you can take me on? Take on all four of us? I’m Nathan Delmark. You can’t touch m-” Your fist collided into his jaw, sending him reeling back. “Oh my fuck, I do not care,” you said, shaking out your hand as you steadied yourself again.

“Boss!” The others went to run to him and you held out your bat to stop them. “Ah, ah. He brought this upon himself.”

You looked down at this ‘Nathan’ character. He seemed like some rich kid being rebellious or just thinking he’s hot shit. You didn’t care. “How dare you do that to my brother you bastard,” the other boy hissed, turning to you and you just looked at him. “Do you know who our father i-” You swung your bat straight into his gut, sending him backwards with sheer force alone.

“I don’t give a shit who your family is. All I know is that you hurt mine.” You clenched your jaw. You heard footsteps behind you and sidestepped, watching as one of the girls flew right past you. She reeled back around and glared at you. You saw the glint of a knife in her hand. “Sure you can handle that, kiddo?” You smirked.

“Calling me a kiddo? You don’t look any older than me.” 

“I’m not.”

She glared at you, seeming to not have any kind of comeback. You didn’t expect her to anyway. She cried out, running at you again at full speed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You side stepped once more, swinging your bat at the same time. You heard a couple of cracks and the scatter of her knife. She cried out collapsing to the ground immediately.

“A few broken ribs. Should be fine if you don’t move around too much and seek medical attention. If you do move around a lot, you could puncture a lung and definitely die.” She stared at you in horror, not making any sudden movements.

You might have picked up a few anatomy books. You felt like if you understood how the human body worked, that could come in handy in fights. And you could patch up your brother easier since he had been getting into more fights.

Also, if smithing didn’t work out, you could try being a doctor of some kind maybe.

You heard someone shout from above, blinking as you saw a body barrelling at you. An aerial attack? You weren’t expecting that. However, you were able to move out of the way, only for someone to throw a knife at the same time. Probably the girl from earlier. You didn’t dodge that one in time. You felt it drag across your face, but nothing too bad. You’d have a nice scar, though. 

You heard the person drop to the ground and shift their feet. You turned around in time for them to lunge at you. You dodged, catching their arm. You planted your feet and heaved them over your shoulder - essentially throwing them. They crashed into a bunch of wood rotted boxes, seemingly unmoving. 

This was exhilarating. It gave you a sort of excitement to fight like this that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You spend every day working and not doing much else, it was nice to get some fresh air and have a good ol’ fight. That might not be a good thing. This shouldn’t be getting you excited.

You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your own to hold you in place. You tried pulling away to no avail. Must’ve been one of the brothers. Nathan then stood in front of you. You saw the glint of a knife in his hand. Just how fucking many of these things did they have? Who is just giving out knives to children? 

“You’re going to regret coming here.”

“Ha, doubt it.” He grimaced, running at you only for you to jump and kick your feet up, planting them square in his chest and sending him flying backwards into the wall. “Brother!” the one holding you cried out. Once your feet were on the ground, you planted them well, readying yourself. You dropped slightly, causing the boy holding you to slump over you in surprise. You then heaved his whole body forward, sending him crashing into the ground and freeing yourself from his grip. 

You picked up your bat that had fallen when he grabbed you earlier, kicking him in the stomach for good measure. You weren’t here to kill anyone - just send a message. 

You looked around at the aftermath, noticing the two kids still cowering in the corner. “Get outta here while you still can.” They just looked at you. “Go.” They skittered off without another word and you sighed, shaking your head.

You noticed Nathan grumbling from the wall. “Don’t fuck with my brother again, ya hear?”

Then you went to head home, only to stop in your tracks as you saw your brother and his best friend standing at the mouth of the alley. They wore matching expressions - their mouths agape and eyes wide. “Huh?”

“Bigs, where the fuck did you learn to fight like that?” You shrugged. “Nowhere.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious. You know me. When the fuck do I have time to learn to fight?”

Eustass just stared at you, shaking his head. 

“Tungsten,” your voice softened. “You should be resting anyway.” You looked at Killer. “You were supposed to be watching him and making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the two of them. He squirmed under your gaze for a moment before he spoke up.

“I was going to see if you needed any help since I wasn’t exactly injured,” Killer mumbled, shifting his weight. You sighed.

You looked back just in time to see a gleam of something. Your instincts took over, reaching out to catch what was flying - only for your hand to close around a blade. You stopped it but fucking up your hand in the process. You hissed, flinging it back wherever it came from.

“Let’s get out of here,” you grumbled, heading out of the alleyway, the other two following after you. Eustass once again badgering you with questions you didn’t have the answer to.

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Once you crossed the threshold of your home, your legs nearly gave out. All the strength seemingly leaves your body as the adrenaline dissipates. You sighed, heading into the kitchen and plopping down in the chair. 

Home sweet home.

You went to grab the first aid kit when Killer beat you to it. “Allow me.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I can do it just fine.”

“Your hand is all fucked up, it’s not gonna go well.” You pursed your lips as he spoke. He had you there. “Fine,” you grumbled, letting him do his thing.

“I’m telling you, Bigs! You gotta tell me where you learned to fight like that!” You frowned as Eustass spoke. Honestly, at this point, you couldn’t even remember half of the fight. It was like you were a different person.

“I was just pissed off. It was all instinct,” you grumbled, looking down.

“Ah, ah. Face up.” You felt Killer lift your chin to face him. Silently, you thanked whatever was out there that your face was covered in blood because you were blushing like a madman. “Sorry,” you grumbled. You also weren’t used to being the one taken care of. You were always the one taking care of others. It was weird.

“C’mon, Bigs! Teach me your ways! We should spar ‘n shit! I wanna be a badass like you!” You watched from the corner of your eye as your brother threw fake punches and you rolled your eyes. “Fucking fine. Whatever gets you to shut the hell up - I have a migraine.”

“Eh, quit yer bellyachin’ you’re fine.” Eustass guffawed towards you. You turned your head to glare at him.

“Tungsten, I will literally kick your ass into next week if-” 

“Y/n,” you heard Killer’s voice and immediately stopped talking as he guided your face back to him. There was a warning in his tone. Man, your heart was absolutely racing. 

“Like hell you will! You just got beat up!”

“The fuck you mean! I fucking won! You’re the one that got your ass kicked in the first place, tungsten!” You turned to glare at him once more only to feel Killer place his hands on both sides of your face and turn you towards him. You gasped slightly, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Stop moving.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, your heart running a million miles an hour. There was something about that commanding tone he was using that you definitely made you excited. “Sorry,” you squeaked out. Killer just sighed softly, going back to tending your wound.

“Oooh, Bigs got in troooouble.” Eustass stuck his tongue out at you and you glared daggers at him - not daring to move anything else. Though, part of you wanted to test Killer to see what he’d do, you decided against it.

“Anyway,” Eustass said, reaching into his pocket. “I stole that Nathan guy’s wallet earlier when I fought him.” He pulled out his wallet. “We should get take out.” He grinned widely and you snorted. 

“Shithead. Fine, go find a menu.” 

Your brother cheered, running off to the living room where your desk was. One of your drawers had several different take out menus in them. 

“Should you be condoning theft?” 

You turned your attention back to Killer and you just gave him a lazy grin. “That would be very hypocritical of me.” You reached in your own pocket, pulling out three more wallets. “Considering I did the same thing.” 

Killer’s movements stopped as he started between you and the wallet. Then he busted out laughing and you felt your heart race. Man, you loved that laugh of his. You followed suit not long after, snorting and laughing with him.

“What’s so funny?” you heard Eustass ask as he appeared in the doorway. 

The two of you glanced at each other before bursting back into laughter.

“Hey! Don’t leave me out of this! You better not be laughing at me! Bigs! Killer!”

[imagionationstation]

Do you have any au ideas you’d like to share? Preferably 2012 Donatello centric..

*Bats eyelashes innocently.*

(If not, no problem! I really don’t mind lol)

*stares at you*

*stares are you harder*

I never in my life imagined that I would get this question. I’m the concerning individual who spends my days hunting down Donnie AUs to quench my insatiable thirst for content. What are you doing.

You are not meant to ask me.

BUT SINCE YOU ALREADY DID NO TAKE-BACKS

Okay, so other than this masterpost that I made for everything that exists in some form, I have an AU that’s been on my brain for the last ever but I never started it because What Was Lost was/is already in the works. Activity focusing on two AUs about the same turtle at the same time is unwise.

Though writing What Was Lost and Feral Raphie is no picnic

Introducing: Broken Spectre AU

This AU is a ✨crossover✨ between Rise and 2012. Both shows happen in the exact same pattern up through the Movie and the episode The Power Inside Of Her. The only difference is how April brings Donnie back…

You see, at the same moment that Donnie was popped in the night sky (wow, my own imagery is messed up), another dimension’s Micheal was doing what he was absolutely not allowed to do under any circumstances- practicing his powers without a brother present.

It wasn’t planned or anything. With Leo resting, Raph getting pizzas, and Donnie in his lab- an opportunity presented itself and he took it! Michael’s brothers never let him try the really fun stuff because his magic is still in recovery, and his cracks reamerage when he pushes his powers past mediation. They’re smaller now, healing with time like Draxum promised, but they still scare the shells off his loving, overprotective family.

There’s something so freeing about tapping into the strength whirling in his chest- like waking up fully rested and confident after a good night sleep. He really wasn’t doing anything. Playing around with chains, painting with magic. Nothing insane.

And, just as he’s putting the finishing touches on his canvas of sparkling gold, he feels a tug. An agony. A hurt. Something being ripped apart like a paper, life tossed about like confetti. It vibrates through time and space like nothing ever should, and he knows that, he knows it’s not right. Mikey can feel it, like his brothers standing next to him, touching his ninpo, a soft tap of fluttering life- and when he focuses, he can feel every sensation of their agony, every inch of their panic, every glow of life that fades away, merging back with the universe. It’s dying. It’s scared and it’s alone and it’s dying.

He doesn’t realize his eyes have lit up in a shining yellow. He doesn’t know that a portal is open in front of him, thinner than his portal to the prison dimension, but just as strong. He doesn’t know he’s reaching through, that his ninpo is calling out. He doesn’t know that he takes, blue dots fluttering at his fingers, turning into a ribbon of purple, flowing into his palm. He feels a sudden disruption, an error with his ninpo, like a fence surrounding wild sheep, forcing them into adapt and graze in a smaller land.

His ninpo cuts off, and the light leaves his eyes. He falls to the ground, heart pounding and body flushed with adrenaline, staring at the blank wall, void of the gold that lit up the area. He breathes, shocked and uncertain, before he gets to his feet.

“What-?”

He screams, whirling to face the quiet voice, scrambling back from the specter cloaked in gray. It pulls three reaching fingers back, eyes composed only in black and mouth curved into a frown. It’s brows furrow, a band of light grey around an oval head outlining the action, mouthing opening to reveal a small gap. It’s stands tall, but it’s voice is a whisper formed of thin air, echoing in Mikey’s head.

“Who are you?” It questions, soft and distant. Then, almost as an afterthought, “Who am I?”

The first question is a breeze.

“My name’s Mikey, and, um…”

If only the second is as easy.

-This clip is pending editing to properly analyze Michael’s brainspace and actions in this moment and confirm what should remain and what should change. This is merely an experiment-

NAH SO LIKE HELPFUL KIDNAPPING, IG

I’ve seen a couple Donnie-in-Rise stuff and I think this could be SO ANGSTY. Michael interfered with events and tried to help, but he only ended up stealing away a piece of his soul. So when April brings him back together- he’s not the same. He blanks out on them, confused about the simplest things. He forgets names and things and places. He has trouble retaining new information. His ki is faded and no matter how many times that Leo says that it will heal, it doesn’t. Eventually, they realize that he isn’t simply drained. He’s been sliced, separated, divided. A piece of him is missing.

And without that piece, he’ll only continue to deteriorate.

And that piece is hanging out with Michael. It simply exists, passive and snarky, confused but unable to recall ever not being a spirit. He’s forced to be wherever Michael is. He doesn’t really care. Mikey is the only constant- the only thing that he’s ever sure is true. Michael doesn’t mind the companion. At least, that’s what he tells himself, determined not to reveal to his brothers that he went behind their back to do what he agreed never to do.

The Spectre makes commentary that his brothers can’t hear, nostalgic for things that he can’t remember. Mikey encourages him to talk about it, hoping to learn anything that might tell him who this stranger is. It comes in random spurts through the day. He has brothers. One of them cooks, like Mikey. Another worries, like Raph. Acts braver than he is, like Leo. He has a sister. She’s never around. He has parents. He thinks one of them is dead.

He has a home. He can’t recall anything about it, but it exists. He always becomes small, burdened by what he can’t remember, broken by what he doesn’t know. He hates thinking about it.

“I don’t want to be here, without them,” he says in his ghostly, whispering voice. “I think you should have let me die.”

Mikey tries to pretend that absolutely nothing is wrong, but eventually, his brothers start to catch on to his avoidance. How awkward he is around them. How often he talks to himself. How drained he always seems. And they bring this up to Draxum.

Mikey does his best to avoid any kind of intervention, but against his will, his brothers preform one anyway. They find out the truth, and Draxum discovers that Michael’s ninpo has been invaded. In order to save the piece of a soul, he’s using his own ninpo to keep it alive. Ninpo isn’t meant to be used 24/7. He’s draining his own reserves, and if he keeps it up for too long, he may irreparably damage his ninpo. The only way to solve the problem is to release the spirit.

Something that Mikey absolutely refuses to do.

If the Spectre is a missing piece, then Mikey wants to put him back together. Mikey refuses to let this piece disappear into nothingness when he had the ability to fix it. He doesn’t know how or when, but he’s going to fix this. He messed up by separating him. Even if it’s just bringing the piece back so his spirit can die properly, he’ll do it.

No matter what the cost. Not matter what it takes.

He has a family out there. Mikey has to try.

And, of course, his family has no intention of letting him do it alone.

[mxnkeydo]

i loved you ‘til my dying day ✧ percy jackson oneshot

✧ summary the war against gaea has finally come. percy and his friends are thrown into the battle, but when something draws him closer to his girlfriend, annabeth, he doesn’t expect it to end like it does.

✧ genre angst, sad

✧ word count 1.4K

✧ warnings foul language, mention of blood

✧ link to main masterlist

✧ a/n ok. so. i actually have no clue what i wrote because the inspo for this came late last night while i was scrolling tumblr and came across this prompt. hope this is okay (even though it is most likely trash heh) also tagging @urfriendlywriter thank you for the lovely prompt! (side note: reblogs would mean the world to me!!)

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Demigods are merely the gods’ pawns, Percy thinks, swinging Riptide in an arch around him. They were used, they were manipulated, and they were laughed at. Being the son of Poseidon is not as great as they all think it is.

And what’s the point when the Fates have it all planned out, anyway? What is so great in defeating all those monsters when you were just destined to die in the end?

He glances at his girlfriend, Annabeth, through all the commotion. Her blonde curls bounce as she moves like a human tornado, and a vicious scowl is seared onto her face. The demons around her visibly back off, unsure of how to approach in a non-suicidal way. In a daze, Percy proudly mutters, “That’s my girl.”

But a single moment of inactivity could cost him his life; a new batch of giants are gaining on him already, smiling like the devil had descended to take his soul. He slashes through them all with his blade, finishing them in a matter of seconds, soon staring at the empty space where they once stood. Their remains – that black, sparkling dust – float to the ground and settle in the grass. It should give him a good feeling, eliminating all of those monsters, but instead all he feels is a certain uneasiness that makes his stomach churn.

Yet, there is nothing he can do about it other than fight. Chiron said earlier that they are helping the gods, but really, they are only helping themselves. After one Great Prophecy, Percy knows that it’s all a lie, that the immortals needed them to stay alive. They managed just fine when it was only them atop Olympus. They were all just lazy and prideful and indolent and Percy has had enough.

As he’s fighting his way to the middle of the crowd he catches sight of Annabeth once more and Percy feels it again; that anxious feeling that has shivers running down his spine, like there’s a ghost breathing down his back. He turns, but there’s nothing there other than more monsters, more demons, more creatures to kill. Almost instinctively, he slices a charging hellhound in half, wincing a half-second later when he realizes it could have been Mrs. O’Leary.

His own power scares him. Percy has never admitted this truth to anyone, not even Annabeth. Sometimes, fighting in a battle was like being twelve years old again, standing back and watching his seventeen year old self slay the bad guys without batting an eye. He used to think it was some great feat, but not anymore. Death, regardless of who died, is still death.

Suddenly, a wind comes rolling their way and Percy can’t help but ease his muscles as he briefly allows it to wash over him. It’s a short, stolen moment that reminds him that the world isn’t all bloody and violent and full of vengeance. It could be beautiful too, if they let it. If they stop destroying, destroying, destroying, and start creating instead. For the first time, Percy wholly understands his girlfriend’s passion for architecture; it’s all about making something new, building something exquisite for the coming generations to admire.

For the third time, he looks at her. He feels a strange pull, like an invisible force yanking him in her direction. Percy knows his instincts are always right, but…

But nothing. His instincts are always spot on. If they tell him to go to Anmabeth’s side, then that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Percy pushes past demigods, both Greek and Roman, as they fight hard—and more importantly, fight as one. In his peripheral vision, he spots Reyna’s long braid whipping out, smacking a monster in the face. Next to her is Piper, looking like a living, breathing death wish. Put a dagger in that girl’s hand, and she turns from sugar and spice to straight up murderous. Percy thinks he sees Grover too, somewhere. His chest does a painful pang at the thought of his best friend, and that they might not see one another again.

Percy’s closer to Annabeth now, only a few feet away. He opens his mouth to call out to her, to let her know that he’s okay, to tell her that they won’t be separated ever again.

And there it is, fiercer than ever. That ominous feeling that something bad’s about to happen. Before he even knows it, Percy flings himself in front of Annabeth with a savage battlecry that manages to pierce his own ears.

Time stops. The world ceases to turn. All he can see is…

Blood.

Deep crimson blood, coming from… his sternum? Percy presses his fingers to the wound deliriously, and feels a sharp point sticking out of his torso.

Percy Jackson, age seventeen. Cause of death: a spear to the abdomen. It sounds ridiculous; he, the demigod that underwent the curse of Achilles, dying from a spear wound? Percy manages a smile as his knees wobble and bend underneath him. Riptide clatters to the ground.

“Seaweed Brain?” Her voice is distant, like he’s underwater. “Seaweed Brain–Percy, stay with me.”

Vaguely, he hears her shout for medics, for someone from the Apollo cabin, for anyone, anyone, who will help him.

“You’re going to be fine,” she assures him, frantically, but it sounds more like she’s only reassuring herself. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. As long as we’re together, remember?”

Percy tries to utter a word, but instead coughs up more blood, staining the dirt around him a sickening red. “Wise Girl, I’m fine,” he croaks with difficulty. His hand still trembling and weak rises to cup her face. “I’m– hey, look at me.”

And she does. Her eyes are red and bloodshot and grief-struck. Her once-tan skin now seems blackened and gray. “You’re bleeding,” she whispers, grabbing his outstretched hand. Her chest rises and falls with deep, desperate breaths as she laces their fingers together and places them on her heart. “I swear to all the gods, Percy, if you love me one bit you will stay conscious, you hear me?” Annabeth’s voice trembles as she tries hard to push the tears back.

“Don’t scold me,” Percy protests feebly. “Am I not in pain?”

“Percy! Do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, ma’am.” He grins slightly, then winces once his eyes land on the blood pooling from his stomach. Annabeth must have noticed because she lifts his chin and kisses him hard, a year’s worth of passion and desire poured into it. When she pulls away a split second later, she’s full-on sobbing. She presses kisses to his face, to the top of his head, buries her face in his hair.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispers, and then she’s seven years old again. “Please, don’t leave me again.” She hiccups. Then: “Fuck, Percy, why would you do that? Why would you get yourself injured like this?”

“Because I love you, Wise Girl.”

“Percy—“

“No, wait. I love you. I love how your brain’s always whirring with some new plan, I love the sound of your laugh, I love the way you smile at me. I love everything about you. I want you to know.”

“Percy…stop,” Annabeth says softly. “We’re going to help you, please...”

“Remember when I fell into the canoe lake at camp? That was funny.”

“We’re in the middle of a war and you’re making jokes?” Her eyes suddenly spark furiously behind a wall of tears.

“Oh, and remember the time you nearly killed me during sparring?”

Annabeth snorted at that, her lips turning up into a trembling smile. “I destroyed you, admit it.”

“Annabeth,” Percy breathes. “I—I love you. So much.”

“No, you are not dying on me!”

“Annabeth.”

It takes her a moment to respond. “I love you too,” she says with difficulty, like the words are being ripped out of her mouth.

“Tell my mom I love her too, okay? And—and Paul. And Grover. And Frank and Hazel. Chiron, too. Everyone.”

“Percy, no, stay with me—“

He soaks in the sight of his girlfriend one last time—her stormy gray irises, her princess curls—before closing his eyes.

Annabeth shouts for the medic again—a guttural, anguished call, and it’s the last thing Percy hears before he breathes his last next to the pine tree on the border of Camp Half-Blood.

[gayboyasher]

YOU ASK FOR GHIACCIO YOU GET GHIACCIO (my gay ass was summoned by your post) caaaan I ask for Ghiaccio with a male reader who was like his. Gay awakening. Like I don't think Ghiaccio's ever been like "I'm straight. End of story." But I think being attracted to a dude would still catch him offguard? Hope this is good

THANK YOU

Thank you oh my GODDD. Honestly Ghiaccio drives me NUTS I NEED HIM. I Hope I interpret it  right.

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Honestly, everyone at the base just kinda KNEW Ghiaccio was somewhere on the homo-scale. No one knew what though. They had only seen him with a few women, all who only dated him for a few weeks and couldn’t handle him

He jokes that maybe he’ll look another man’s way, but it doesn’t seem like he will he’s too scared

But actually, he doesn’t really understand when a guys flirting with him unlike a women. He only understands Melone’s flirting because it’s Melone, but another guy flirting with him? — YOU flirting with him?? He gets awkward and flustered, and he gets frustrated and just goes as red as his glasses.

He will shove you away awkwardly and storm off. Don’t take it personally though.

He’s having a whole sexuality crisis. He doesn’t know what exactly is going on, because yea, he can appreciate a man, but you’re making him REALLY appreciate a man.

He doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings at the moment. He feels awkward

He’s not really good at talking about them either, so to be safe he just stops talking to you for a while

He’s angry, but not at you. He will be avoiding you for weeks though.

He also doesn’t know where to turn. He can’t talk to Melone about it, because it’s self explanatory, and the only other person he trusts is Rissotto, but he’s not gonna talk to his CAPO about this!!

Maybe let it slip out in front of Prosciutto, only because he’s actually an okay advice giver.

Prosciutto just told him to date you, and he lost his mind. Literally went bat shit banana monkey crazy.

After all of the avoidance you two were put on a mission together to “make up” because Rissotto cannot have conflict in between his gang members. So reluctantly and happily he has to be with you (Prosciutto recommended Rissotto to do this, he will take credit for everything)

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Awkward silence and tired screeching was all that could be heard at the current moment. Ghiaccio was quiet and driving his car faster than usual, almost as if he just wanted to get it all over with. Eventually, he slammed on his breaks, flinging you forward slightly. You clutched onto your seatbelt, looking at him. “What’s wrong? You just almost blew a red light and now your slamming on your damn breaks like a maniac!” He turned to you, sucking his teeth and looking annoyed.

“Haven’t you realized something?? You’re just throwing me off and it’s pissing me off!” He yelled, slamming on the gas and going once the light turned green. His face was a tad bit un-readable, but his body language was clear as day. He seemed a bit on-edge, not knowing what to say. You spoke up again “what are you talking a—“ “The damn flirting! The way you look at me, the way you act! Everything! You’ve got me questioning myself! I don’t get it!” He then turned down a street so fast you guys almost drifted off of the road. He then pulled over, slamming his hands onto the wheel. You sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“I know I never said I was, straight, but now you’re making me think I’m actually gay.” That sentence actually didn’t make sense. The smart guy, the literal grammar police, just said something dumb? “What?” You asked, he started to talk more. “Like, as in, I was questioning for a while, I mean, I think you turned me gay.” Huh. Was that meant to be a compliment? Or was it backhanded? “Being gay isn’t contag—“ “I know! I know! But like, just recently I’ve been looking at you more than like, any women, or anyone.” Then it clicked for both you and him. This mf just had a gay awakening. Poor boy had his first guy crush and didn’t even know what he was doing. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Almost crashed the car and killed us for?” You asked. He stayed silent. Then you started to talk it out with him.

After the conversation, you guys had to rush and get the mission done, and safe to say, you guys returned to the base “reluctantly” holding hands because a stand user attack, and that you guys “would totally not hold hands if you had a choice” in Ghiaccio’s words. (There was no stand attack; he just lied to hold your hand with out being awkward about it in front of everyone) (everyone, and I mean EVERYONE knew he was lying)

[holylulusworld]

Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language 

A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 7

Three months later, …

“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”

“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”

She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”

“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”

“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”

“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”

“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”

“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”

“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”

You’re restless tonight. 

No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.

“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”

“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”

“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”

“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”

“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”

“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”

You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”

Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”

“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”

Another month later, New Zealand, …

“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country. 

This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.

“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”

“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.

Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend. 

How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel. 

Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate. 

“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?” 

You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”

You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza. 

“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”

“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”

“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”

“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”

Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.

“They will love you too, babe.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”

At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.

For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.

He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…

>> Part 9

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[breannasfluff]

Eldritch Echoes - 1

The first time the Chain meets Wild, they run. Pure, animalistic horror has them scrambling into the forest and further back up the road with the only thought of run hide get away get away—!

The stranger barely turns around before the road behind him is empty.

20 minutes later, they stand in the middle of the road and argue about why they ran like ninnies.

They decide to try the road in the other direction because either is equally good when they don’t know where they are. A large tent marks out a trading stop; a giant horse head is affixed to the top.

Time pays for beds for all of them in the height of traveling luxury.

They’re sitting around the cooking pot, stirring the dregs of a burnt dinner, when the stranger walks into view.

Half the chain is up and across the clearing before they seem to realize what they did. The others freeze like rabbits.

The only movement is their heads tracking the young man as he strolls up to the counter. A few quick words, a questioning glance their way, and he disappears into the stable.

No one braves going inside for the evening, even with the promise of soft beds.

“Link!” It’s a merchant with a giant backpack the next morning that alerts them to the stranger’s identity.

The stranger, Link, grins and stops to talk to the merchant. How can he stand to remain so close to him? Can’t the man feel the bubbling dread oozing across the grass to curl around their feet?

Business concluded; Link pulls a strange device off his hip while juggling some new items. They disappear in a flash of blue.

Hyrule has an odd look in his eye and makes the first move to walk over. “Well met and well kept. Fair wishes for this fine day.”

The chain’s never heard anything so flowery leave his mouth before. They stare.

Link stares too. “Hi?”

They shouldn’t leave Hyrule to face this creature alone, but their feet are glued to the ground. Time stares with a dim sense of horror at the sensation fluttering on the edge of awareness.

Twilight, a little closer to nature than the others, joins Hyrule’s side in solidarity. He goes stiff under Link’s attention, bristling without moving.

“I’m Link,” the stranger offers, giving an easy smile that doesn’t match the chill running down their backs. He cocks his head and the movement is too sharp. “Do you need help?”

Help is the last thing they want, but it’s soon clear this is a hero joining their quest. They dub him Wild because it’s the nicest adjective they can come up with.

Whatever wears the skin of the hero, it’s not hylian.

When Link first wakes up, he knows nothing, yet he knows everything. Memories of the past and his name are gone, but he still knows how to walk, climb, and fight. Muscle memory remains.

The old man is the first person he talks to and he doesn’t know he can talk until he says hello.

The man shimmers like smoke before he’s solid again, pale and wild-eyed as he stares at Link. Still, he’s kind, and when he sees him eat an apple he relaxes.

The people of Kakariko melt away when he rides into town. Impa’s face twists when he meets her, eyes wide and—frightened. Then she settles and gives him further information. She tells him memories will help, so he starts searching them out.

Each memory brings back a little more of himself, and each interaction with people on the road highlights their fear. He doesn’t understand it, but slowly he learns how to smile softly and try to put off a friendly atmosphere.

It gets easier with time until it’s second nature. The people of Hateno are wary at first, but once he starts paying to fix the old house, they leave him alone.

Stablemasters grow used to his comings and goings, even if he periodically tries to register a strange animal to see what they’ll do. Beedle is one of the few who doesn’t bat an eye upon meeting Link for the first time. Sidon is another.

“Why are people scared of me?” Wild once asks Sidon. His head rests on the prince’s chest, listening to the too-fast beat of his heart. It’s soothing.

The zora cocks his head as he considers. “The energy you radiate can be, hmm, off-putting?” And, because he is kind, he gathers Link into a hug with no hesitation.

Wild learns how to rein his nature in, but he also learns when to let it go. On the road, he makes no effort to be friendly and he finds the Yiga won’t attack if he doesn’t talk to them first.

Travelers running from monsters are already too frightened to care about him. The few traders on the road he recognizes on sight and tucks himself away behind mental walls. The citizens of Hyrule grow used to Link, and he grows used to them.

When the group of heroes first come across him, it’s little surprise they run. He is surprised when they don’t enter the stable that night, even after he’s tucked himself neatly into the mild package he presents to the world. Well, some individuals are more sensitive to his presence than others.

When the Chain invites him to join them, he mentally promises not to scare them again. It might require a little more active work on his part, but if hylians can learn to live with him, so can these heroes.

Read the rest here!

[lilac-hecox]

A couple ideas to choose from if any inspire you! All shourtney bc they own me,

-first Halloween with a baby

-first halloween together in a house with trick or treaters

-a ‘just friends’ scary movie marathon turned into not to platonic ‘we’re scared that’s why we’re cuddling’ vibes

Happy almost Halloween!! 🎃

Shayne/Courtney - Shourtney

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“Did you pick up more candy today?” Courtney asks, half distracted by the little girl in her arms.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple of bags since we don’t really know how many trick-or-treaters are going to come by,” Shayne says as he dumps a bag of miniature candy bars into the colorful bowl decorated with skeletons and bats.

Cheyenne tries to grab at Courtney’s hair and the woman ducks away, giggling.

“I can’t wait until you’re out of this grabbing phase,” she says.

“Yeah,” Shayne says with a laugh as he crosses the living room and leans over the back of the couch and makes a stupid face at their daughter, “You’re going to make us bald by the time you’re one, Chey.”

She giggles of course, and then her hands try to grab at him. Courtney turns her head and watches him make more stupid faces, her heart so fond for Shayne and the way he is when he’s with their daughter.

“Da!” Cheyenne squeals.

“Okay, that means tag, you’re it,” Courtney says as she hefts up their adorable, chubby thighed, six-month-old to hand her off to Shayne.

He scoops her up easily and grabs her hand, pretends to eat it while Cheyenne breaks into giggles.

Courtney watches them for a moment before she moves around the back of the couch to press a kiss to Cheyenne’s forehead and then Shayne’s lips.

“I’m going to go get ready before my mom gets here,” Courtney says, “then you can get ready while I get Chey ready.”

Shayne barely hears her because he’s having too much fun playing with their daughter. When he realizes, she was talking to him he looks over sheepishly.

“I did hear you, Court.”

Courtney smiles and slips away to change into her outfit. This is Cheyenne’s first Halloween and Courtney is excited, probably more than she should be, because Cheyenne really doesn’t understand what Halloween is, she more prefers to look at the lights and decorations, but Courtney is excited to do a family outfit and take her to a few houses while her mom passes out candy at their place until they get back.

Courtney is done putting on her costume and then slips back out to the living room. As soon as Shayne sees her, he breaks into giggles.

“Oh my God. Okay, I’m glad I lost rock, paper, scissors, you were right. It fits you perfectly.”

She gives him a smug look and waggles an eyebrow at him.

“Go get changed,” she says gently.

Shayne moves past her, squeezing her waist as he goes to their bedroom to change. Courtney takes Cheyenne into her nursery, decorated as bright and colorful as their child’s personality.

Shortly the family reconvenes in the living room and Courtney grins. They don’t post Cheyenne often on social media, hell, it took them years to openly admit they were together, married, and then pregnant with their first child. This is Chey’s first Halloween and Courtney feels their family costume is too good to not share.

The two of them hold Cheyenne as they crowd together, she smiles up at her parents as Courtney and Shayne smile in the mirror as Courtney snaps a picture of the three of them. Cheyenne dressed as Barbie, Courtney as Ken, and Shayne as Alan.

“Alright, this is sickeningly cute,” Shayne says, taking their daughter so Courtney can post the picture on social media.

As Courtney is posting they hear a knock on the door and Shayne goes to answer it, peeking through the peephole. He looks at Cheyenne. “Grandma is here!”

Courtney posts the picture and then she watches as her mom hugs Shayne and then squeals over Cheyenne’s costume, stealing her from Shayne’s arms. Courtney goes to them, sliding her arm around Shayne’s waist, feeling content and full of joy.

[jankwritten]

DAY 2: FIRST DATE/FIRST KISS

Nico stacks another branch onto the roof of a fort and steps back with his hands on his hips to observe it. He’s always had a keener eye for fine details - Jason’s the planner. Nico is the doer. 

They were ten when they built this fort for the first time, giggling as they bundled up sticks, tearing dead vines down from the trees to tie the roof together. It blew down in the first storm that came through town. Jason cried about it, sitting in the barely-standing foundational square, the laid out borders he’s spent so long excited to execute. Nico sat with him in silence. It was cathartic. 

They rebuilt it the next summer. That one blew down too, though Jason only found out because he stumbled across Nico trying to rebuild it by himself. Nico had looked back at him, caked with dirt, sweat-streaked and sun-burnt, so fucking determined, Jason didn’t even have room to grieve. He was too busy realizing what love felt like. 

Jason graduated from college last weekend. 

Nico, apparently, still rebuilds their fort. 

“I brought lunch,” Jason says. 

Nico startles, turning quickly over his shoulder, wielding one of his sticks like a bat. For a second, it’s almost like he doesn’t recognise Jason, his eyes swiping up and down quickly, brows drawn in. 

“Sorry.” Jason shifts the basket up to his elbow and holds his hands up, smiling. “Your dad told me where you were.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Nico’s stick falls to the wayside. He looks at the picnic basket and makes a face. “Oh god. Don’t tell me he gave you that, too.” 

“No, no, this was all me,” Jason says, shifting the basket to his other arm. It’s heavy, full of snacks and foods he remembers Nico liked, a long time ago. Half of it he probably doesn’t care for anymore. Hopefully the nostalgia will fill in those gaps. 

Guilt isn’t quite the thing that climbs into his gut. Jason doesn’t remember his best friend’s favorite foods anymore. That just doesn’t sit right. 

But he’s home, now. And he can fix that. 

“Want to, uh. Eat?” 

Nico still doesn’t look totally convinced, glancing between Jason and the basket, back and forth. His eyes narrow. He drops the stick. “Fine, yeah,” he says. “But, also, you have to tell me why the fuck you’re here.” 

“Only if you tell me why you’re still building that damn fort.” 

“Deal.” 

Nico kissed Jason for the very first time in that fort. 

They were fifteen, spending the night out in the woods on a dare. It was quiet in the way nights always are when there’s shit not being said, shit that should be said. 

It wasn’t anything revolutionary. They were laying there, side by side, staring at the trees through the holes in the roof they couldn’t fix, and then all of a sudden Nico leaned over and kissed him. It was a quick peck, off center and damp and too hard. Jason still gets a little tingly feeling in his fingertips when he thinks about it. 

They didn’t date, then. If there’s one thing Jason regrets, it’s that; letting Nico think Jason didn’t like him back. 

“What was that?” Jason had whispered, too stunned to think of anything other than holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Of course, that clammed Nico up. Scared him off. 

By the time either of them brought it up again, Jason was off to college, and Nico had accepted a job with his father. There was nothing to talk about, really. 

But Jason is here now, dammit. He’s here now, and Nico still rebuilds their fort, and it all has to mean something. 

It means, years later, when they’re arguing over a bottle of wine and homemade peanut butter and jellies, Nico insists their first date was that time in the woods, when Jason ambushed him with a picnic and spread his heart out on the leaves. That time Jason brought him memories in a handbasket, things Nico had forgotten in his anger. 

Jason thinks their first date was a night Nico’s always told himself he dreamt, a night when he was fifteen and the world stopped for a second and he forgot who he was, who Jason was, when Nico kissed him, like an idiot. 

It isn’t the first time they’ve had this argument. It will not be the last. 

[getlancered]

something is very wrong

FIC WRITING!!! AKA more of my turnabout bigtop rewrite! umm a little fic about the moment of the accident that kills bat but it’s from regina’s POV whee

read it on ao3 if u want!!!

Regina Berry is struggling to get Léon to twirl like they rehearsed. She was supposed to hop on his back while he moves and then, eventually, stand and pose. That was how they practiced. But he wasn’t moving, he was watching something, and it certainly wasn’t the tassel she had in her hand. She huffs.

“Léon…People are watching!” Regina whispers, placing her hands on her hips. This show is already so rushed, something that morning had everyone out of sorts. But it all worked out.

Then, she realizes something. People aren’t watching. They’re talking in hushed whispers, but because everyone is doing it, it’s not so hushed anymore. Like Léon, they’re all focused on one point. The very same point, across the stage behind Regina. Acro and Bat’s performance.

Before Regina can turn to look, she feels a hand grip her wrists really tightly. It kind of hurts. Something hits the floor with a wooden clatter. It’s Trilo, she notices, as she’s whisked away by Ben. Everything moves so quickly, and then she can’t see anything at all. Ben is holding her head to his torso, his other hand still gripping her wrist. He’s digging his nails into her skin and it starts to really hurt now. They turn around, but Regina still can’t see.

“Hey—!” She squeaks, but Ben shushes her. He’s shaking really hard.

“Shh, please,” Ben says, “y-you can’t look. Just for a second. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I-It’ll just be a second—“

Something else hits the ground. A louder sound than Trilo, kind of a crunch. Everyone screams. Someone is crying. It must have been heavier than Trilo too.

Something is very wrong.

“Ben, let me go!” As Regina struggles to move away from the ventriloquist, she sees past his torso a little. Uncle Moe is on the ground a ways away down the stage. He’s the one crying. He’s hysterical. Something is past him too, but she can’t see quite that far.

Ben gasps, opening his eyes and shaking his head. “R-Regina, please!! Oh my god, we—we-…We have to go. Let’s go. L-let’s go, come on,” His tone is frantic and his breath is uneasy. Benjamin has never been particularly strong, but still, he scoops up Regina and holds her head down against his shoulder so she still can’t see anything.

“D-Don’t look, please, you can’t. P-Please don’t—we have to—we need to go.” Regina can’t move. Ben has never ever been stronger than Regina but she still can’t fight him. She can’t get down to comfort her uncle, to even see what’s wrong.

She hears him still crying as Ben carries her away. Another set of steps follow, she can hear, even over so many people also rushing to leave the Big Top. Ben only lets go of her head when they’re outside, and she can see Léon trotting behind them. He doesn’t usually leave the tent, but he’s coming with Regina. In all the chaos, this puts her at ease.

“But Uncle Moe is still in there, Benny! And Regent—What about Bat and Acro?! Something’s happening, I know it! Everyone is so scared! I need to go back inside!”

“You can’t. Y-You can’t. Not for a long time. We, um, oh gosh…I-I’m going to take your dad’s keys, okay? We’re—We’re going to go into town. W-We’ll go into town and have fun and—and, um, we can, uh, wait for your d-dad to call me. Russell will call me when everything’s okay.” Ben can’t seem to catch his breath. Regina can still feel him shaking as he looks around frantically at the crowds of equally distressed people.

“Actually, um, I—I’m going to call him first, I think. R-Really quickly. I’m—I’m going to put you down now and I need you to stay with me. Okay? Promise you won’t go back inside.”

“I promise,” she says, quietly. So quietly.

Ben sets Regina on the ground, but holds both of her wrists and looks at her with a wide-eyed, intense stare. “Promise, Regina.”

Regina swallows. “I promise.”

…Benjamin lets her go. Still, though, Regina grabs one of his shaking hands. He takes a deep breath and pulls out his phone.

He dials and waits.

Russell doesn’t pick up. Benjamin dials a second time and once more, waits.

…

……

Russell doesn’t pick up. When the third call rings to voicemail like the rest, Ben opts to leave a voicemail. “Russell? I-I’m taking Regina into town. I hope that’s okay. I-I, um, I don’t know what else to do. She didn’t see anything. I made sure she didn’t.”

Regina pretends she’s not listening by petting Léon and scratching his chin. She is, though.

“She’s okay. Um, text me when you get this, and c-call me back when everything is clear, please. I’ll get a hotel room if we need to. O-OK, um, I’m hanging up now. Bye.”

Ben slips the phone back into his pocket. He’s quiet for a long time.

“…I’ve never been in a hotel before,” Regina comments quietly. Trying to do anything to ease the silence.

Ben smiles. It’s a small smile and definitely not real, but he tries, and Regina appreciates that. “It’s fun. They— um, t-they have room service and stuff. And, and pools sometimes. I’ll find a nice one. With free breakfast, maybe. W-We can go shopping. We’ll have fun.”

Regina is trying not to think about what’s happening inside the tent. She doesn’t want to wonder. Ben is thinking about it enough. Still, though…

“What about Léon…?” She asks.

Ben’s eyes widened a bit. He looks down at the lion, who looks back up at him blankly. “Oh. Um, h-he’ll be okay. Your dad will take care of him.” He doesn’t sound really sure of himself, but Regina has done enough prodding. She’s never been so scared before. She doesn’t know what to do about it.

“…Okay.”

“Mhm.”

More silence falls between them. It’s not silent at all, really. People are talking to each other and on their phones. Cars are leaving the parking lot with impatient drivers honking and yelling out the window. It’s only at the sound of distant sirens that Ben finally decides it’s time to go.

“This way,” he says in one breath, whisking Regina away by the hand.

Léon watches her as she walks away. She’s not going to see the Big Top for a long time. She knows that.

[tenebris-lux]

Quite an episode today! So many good parts.

Ben Galpin did a wonderful job voicing a man who’s recovering from something horrible and dark. Jonathan is careful with his words, as talking just enough to tell Mina that he needs to steer clear of that time is still treading the edge of unstable ground. Poor man. The fear and dread in his voice as he talks about just this much….

The music at this point had suspenseful ambiance. We all know what he went through, but Mina has no idea. But she can see him here, see what the experience (whatever it was) has done to him; hear his words as he says her full first name. Galpin’s delivery was perfect. Just through hearing his voice, I could imagine how Jonathan must be staring at the closed journal in his lap, the way his fingers grasp it as he doesn’t dare open it; like it’s Pandora’s box.

When I read the book again earlier this year and Mina talked about her wedding present, I was worried. I was thinking, “oh no, don’t make that promise, Mina. It’s well-meant and sweet and noble, but NOT a good idea.” I kept thinking of it as a visible proof of trust between them. While that is part of it, however, now through hearing it, I’m having second thoughts. She wrapped it up like a package, which disguises the appearance of it and puts it in a state to still some of the moving chaos in Jonathan’s mind. He won’t wonder, “Has she read it? Should I read it?” or tear himself to bits with worrying about it. It doesn’t even look like the journal he took on his trip to Romania now. It’s locked up. If the journal is Pandora’s box, Mina just put a bolt and padlock on it, so there’s no getting in there without effort. And I missed it earlier, but she didn’t promise to never open it; she’d only do so if some kind of crisis happens, in which case opening the journal wouldn’t be the cause of chaos, but could only possibly become an aid. So now I think that was a really clever idea. As for the visible proof of trust aspect, it’s there because if Jonathan has doubts in his own mind, he can at least count on her. That’s the real message there. He can trust her and her judgment.

I loved Sister Agatha’s insight. She won’t break confidentiality, but she can put some possibilities to bed. I don’t think that Mina thought at all that Jonathan had an affair since she got Agatha’s letter, but the possibility probably crossed her mind a few times during the long silence before that, when she had nothing to go on. So when Agatha brought it up, I think Mina realized she had forgotten about the idea and was relieved that she need never wonder again.

The music turned … the words that come to my mind are “victorious” and “triumphant”, when they got married. And well it should be. I wouldn’t use the word “joyous”, although there was joy in Mina’s voice and in the music. I think the feeling of victory and overcoming is appropriate here. It’s a triumph that Jonathan escaped and is alive; it’s a triumph that Mina’s helpless waiting was rewarded; it’s a triumph that they are reunited, and at last, at long LONG LAST, they are married. Jonathan’s not completely okay now, but he will get better. They crossed a giant hurdle, and can make each other stronger.

That’s the feeling the music conveys.

But then the abrupt change as we switch to Lucy.

The fear is back. Beth Eyre’s Lucy is always quiet and gentle, but the quietness is different this time. It’s tense, nervous, dreading. We all know that Dracula has resumed his feeding off of her. And now she’s alone. No bedmate to hang onto the key, or pull her back to bed if she sleepwalks. And no one to scare off the bats and shadows haunting Lucy.

She’s on her own. Smart of her to start keeping a diary, now that no one’s there to bear witness (her mum being a helpless case).