#and all of them have weird and bad relationships with home somehow

[explosionshark]

Well. I'll be honest, I had forgotten most of the details about the rape plot that kicks off in the last third of the book, which I'll be discussing without excerpts below. Covering the whole end of the book here before I move on to the third

Okay so Rachel meets Trent and let's him know she figured out he's an elf. Some more stuff comes to light about the connection between their fathers which I haven't bothered covering in these recaps yet but suffice to say they used to be homies who worked on outlawed biomedical research together and this is somehow linked to Rachel's dad's betrayal and ultimate death.

ANYWAY the main takeaway is Trent hires Rachel to find the real killer, who he suspects to be a master vampire targeting leyline witches. At some point it's revealed that the demon who attacked them both at the end of Dead Witch Walking was called forth by the same person killing these other witches, for the same reason - Trent and Rachel are both proficient in leylines.

Nick and Rachel summon the demon (henceforth known as Al) and cut another deal. He tells them his summoner was Piscary.

Rachel goes back home to wait before she can make a move. She hears weird noises and then there's this little bit

TOTAL confidence in Ivy's commitment and ability to protect her at all costs. It's so casual but so certain. True romance imo

But then Ivy gets dumped at the church. She's in a bad state, having been uh. I think the term the book settles on later is "blood-raped" by Piscary - forced to break her fast and take blood for the first time in years and coerced into sex also. Basically, she nearly drained Piscary and then he drank from her - she was made into his Scion despite her protests.

It's pretty gnarly, she's very upset, delirious and traumatized while she recounts what happened. Despite the dangerous position she's in with Ivy very on the edge and barely hanging on, Rachel sticks by her and helps take care of her

A lot of this scene has these nice little details of Rachel reflecting on her life with Ivy and how much they mean to each other and how committed she is to sticking by her.

She's also furious at Piscary and needs hard proof before Trent will pay her for the job she took. Once Ivy is settled she makes a futile attempt to get some backup from the FIB or Trent and can't get through to anyone. Recklessly, she goes to confront Piscary anyway, trusting that Jenks and Nick will be able to get her backup.

It's not a confrontation that goes well! Kisten tries to help a little but he's a little useless. Piscary reveals some of his plan - killing leyline witches is his attempt to stifle Trent's plans. He's looking for something elf-related in the Everafter that Piscary doesn't want him finding.

Piscary is also just gross about the Ivy stuff. He's the originator of her vampiric line and has been for multiple generations trying to get a perfect companion out of them to make into his Scion. Undead vamps can only be killed by classic vampire rules but being immortal and soulless drives them insane over time if they don't have enough blood or reasons to live. He wanted Ivy to be his eternal companion even after she died.

He also reveals that Ivy first developed a relationship with Rachel and left the I.S. with her because he commanded it

This is big! First of all, it wraps up a plot thread dangling from the first book at the revelation Ivy was prepared to move into the Church way before they quit the I.S. Now we know why. But more it colors in a lot more of Ivy's background and motivation

The fact that meeting Rachel gives Ivy an opportunity to try to drag herself out of the fucked up vampire hierarchy she hated despite being literally bred for it is crazy. And though Piscary talks about Rachel as a pet for Ivy, it's clear that Ivy genuinely loves and cares for her. It also throws the earlier almost bite scene into a different context.

That scene is the only time Ivy ignores a flat-out refusal from Rachel and now we know it's due to a combination of her instincts going haywire AND Piscary's ultimatum. Though I think it's interesting and super heartbreaking that Piscary's threat alone wasn't enough, despite her craving his approval. Her willingness to lie to him and defy him and use him to keep Rachel safe and respect her boundaries is insane in context. I love her soooo much.

Anyway - they fight, Rachel pulls a bunch of leyline power through Nick (oh no!), one of Trent's bodyguards shows up to help, oh yeah the demon Al also shows up but Rachel makes a deal with him to be its willing familiar which means Piscary can't use it to kill her. I'm getting the order on some of these things sort of wrong. Anyway - she lives! Al agrees to be a witness in Piscary's trial! It's all wrapped up for now!

Little bit more about Ivy as the book wraps up

So. Poor Ivy. She's in for a rough one. Rachel suspects she's practicing again. She also was majorly traumatized and is still Piscary's scion and thus technically the heir to his vampire empire, though for now she and Kisten are allowing everyone else to believe Kist still has that role. Ivy's refusing to see Piscary while he's in prison.

Anyway then Rachel finally gets a car and the book ends

I'm starting book 3 later today 😔

Alright baby The Good, The Bad and The Undead re-read starts HERE and NOW with another insane Rachel/Ivy moment courtesy of Rachel's chapter 4 exposition dump

"might be slipping into an area I didn't want it to go" FUCKING IF ONLY!!! MY LIFE WOULD RULE RIGHT NOW IF THAT HAPPENED BUT IT DIDN'T SO HERE I AM INSTEAD

Anyway arguing with your stupid rat bf about how he's threatened by your hot bisexual and super super horny for you roommate #justRachelthings

[margh0sts]

great news everyone, thanks to the hardworking team at My Brain, all of my characters continue to be encompassed by curses by the crane wives! i think this warrants a toast. champagne and psychoanalysis on the house tonight

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[minniesfiles]

OPERATION WONWOO: CALM DOWN MY GIRLFRIEND

In which Wonwoo tries to comfort his overly dramatic girlfriend after his enlistment news came out.

❧ PAIRING; wonwoo x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff, humour

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, idol wonwoo, tears, humour, fluff, topic of enlistment

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.1k

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▍5 MARCH 2025

Wonwoo never considered himself as a particularly emotional person. He was rational, practical, and logical. None of which, apparently, applied to you, who was currently curled up in a blanket burrito on his sofa, sobbing like he just told you he was moving to the moon.

He sighed while standing over you with his arms crossed. “Babe, you’re being ridiculous.”

You lifted your head from the blanket pile, eyes red and puffy. “I am not,” you wailed. “You’re leaving me for eighteen months, Wonwoo. That’s, like, a lifetime in relationship years.”

“That’s not how time works.”

“You don’t care about my suffering at all!” you sniffled dramatically.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes and shifted his weight as he continued watching you spiral into despair. “Okay, first of all, I’m not leaving you. I’m literally just going to work. Second, I’m not even doing active duty. I’m doing an alternative service because, in case you forgot, my eyesight is so bad that the government won’t even trust me with a gun and is making me do a desk job instead.”

“Still counts” you hiccupped mid-sob.

“Does it?”

“Yes” you crossed your arms, glaring at him. “You’ll still be gone, and I’ll still be alone, and — oh my God, what if you get super buff and realise you don’t love me anymore?”

Wonwoo blinked. “I’m literally going to be working in an office.”

“So? What if lifting all those papers gives you arm muscles?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “First of all, paper isn’t that heavy. Second, even if I did somehow get buff, I wouldn’t stop loving you.”

You let out a dramatic huff. “How do I know that for sure?”

Wonwoo stared at you for a long moment before answering, “Because if I was going to leave you, it would’ve been when you made me watch that thirty-episode historical drama just so you could cry over it.”

You gasped, clutching your chest like he physically wounded you. “You said you liked it!”

“I lied.”

You let out a strangled noise, then flopped back onto the sofa. “I knew it! I’m already losing you.”

Wonwoo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Babe, I’ll be home every night. The only difference is that I won’t be promoting with the members for a while. That’s it.”

You sniffled again and gripped the blanket tighter. “It’s not just that! I won’t get to see you perform, or travel with your members, or do all the cute idol boyfriend things—”

He raised an eyebrow. “When have I ever done cute idol boyfriend things?”

“Okay, fine, Jeonghan does cute idol boyfriend things. But that’s not the point!” you huffed, sitting up to glare at him.

“The point is, I won’t get to see you in your element. I won’t get to watch you perform on stage, and I won’t get to hear you talk about making music with your members. You love being with them.”

He frowned slightly at that, because — well, you weren’t wrong.

It would be weird not promoting as a Seventeen member, not spending every day surrounded by the usual chaos and comfort of his group. He would miss standing on stage. He would miss the adrenaline of performing, the way the members bickered, the way Carats screamed their names with so much love.

But, at the end of the day, he would still be home.

Wonwoo let out a sigh and sat down beside you, resting a hand on your knee. “I get it. I’ll miss all of that too,” he admitted.

“But it’s not forever. And honestly? I’d rather be at home with you every night than stuck in a training camp running laps at five in the morning.”

“I feel like you’re just saying that to make me feel better” you pouted.

“Maybe. But it’s also true” he smirked.

“You think I’d rather be sweating in a field somewhere when I could be home with you, eating ramen and watching bad dramas?”

You hesitated. “…That does sound better.”

“Exactly.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “But what if you change?”

“What do you mean?” your boyfriend frowned.

“What if, after eighteen months, you don’t love me the same way?” your voice was quieter now, and your usual dramatic energy was replaced by something more vulnerable.

His chest ached at the sight of you, and the way you curled into yourself like you were trying to brace for impact.

“Baby,” he murmured, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “That’s not going to happen.”

“You don’t know that” you mumbled, biting your lip.

“Yes, I do,” he said firmly. “You think I’m going to go to work, file some paperwork, and suddenly forget how much I love you?”

“Maybe there’s a really hot co-worker with perfect vision who loves books as much as you do” you shrugged.

Wonwoo gave you deadpan look. “First of all, I can barely see people’s faces without my glasses, so your imaginary rival isn’t even a threat. Second, no one could ever be you.”

“You promise?” you sniffled.

“I swear on my terrible eyesight.” That finally got a small laugh out of you, and Wonwoo felt some of the tension ease from his chest.

“Besides,” he added, smirking. “If anything, you should be more worried about Jeonghan stealing me away while I’m gone.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I knew it. He’s been trying to seduce you for years.”

Wonwoo chuckled, “you have no idea.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and flopped against him. “Fine. I’ll let you go.”

“Oh? You’re giving me permission now?”

“Yes,” you sniffed. “But only if you compensate me properly.”

“And how exactly do I do that?” Wonwoo raised an eyebrow.

You perked up. “A life-sized body pillow with your face on it.”

Wonwoo groaned. “Not this again.”

“You owe me emotional damages” you crossed your arms.

“I’m not getting you a body pillow.”

“Then I’ll just make my own,” you threatened.

Wonwoo sighed, rubbing his temples. “Okay, how would you even do that?”

“Print a giant picture of your face, tape it to a pillow, and boom. DIY boyfriend” you smirked.

“You have issues” he stared at you.

“I have needs” you corrected.

Wonwoo shook his head in defeat. “Fine. I’ll send you so many selfies that you’ll get sick of my face.”

You gasped. “Never.”

“You’re ridiculous” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

“And yet, here you are, cuddling me instead of telling me to stop.”

“Unfortunately” your boyfriend sighed dramatically. You gasped and smacked his chest. “Take that back!”

“Nope” he grinned mischievously.

You huffed, but your arms tightened around him. “Ugh. You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here you are, crying over me leaving.”

“Shut up and let me be sad. And you’re not exactly leaving, remember?” you sniffled.

Wonwoo chuckled, squeezing you gently. “Alright baby. Be as sad as you want.”

a/n; dreading the almost 2 years of Wonwoo drought icbbb

[gremlingottoosilly]

Imagine another soldiers GF is visiting him and Konig sees her and is like "My GF now" what is he gonna do? Challenge the 7 ft. Tall killing machine?

Visiting Paul wasn't the sanest thing you did - and not the proudest of your moments, too. Your relationships started to crack a while ago, not helped by the rumors his squad buddies are spreading whenever you're in the earshot or Facetiming him. You just wanted to give him a visit, maybe woo him over with some homemade goods, and maybe be a normal boyfriend and girlfriend again. Maybe. You didn't expect his colonel to give you such a scolding. "You know that poisoning the troops is a war crime, ja?" You're terrified. His colonel is fucking huge, has a creepy name - seriously, what did he do to be named King instead of Potato or a Shrimp - and has that weird boyishly rough voice that lools you into the sense of security, only for it to be broken the second he laughs, tearing into the dumb box filled with dumb cookies you made for Paul and some of his squadmates. You had friends at his station, you thought you could just get in without the bureaucracy bullshit - only closest family members are allowed here, and you are quite certain that your boyfriend won't wife you up anytime soon. "It's not poison, s...sir" "I look like a sir to you, Maus? Call me colonel" You want to answer that he looks like a fucking nightmare crawling out of your bad dreams, but you bite your tongue. Don't even resist as Konig gets his huge gloved hands into the box, slowly taking one of the cookies. You whimper as he snaps the thing in half - hours of hard work, you can already see them being trashed away all because Paul didn't respond to your calls and didn't pick them up immediately and because he didn't mention his colonel is going to be on the base and- Konig gets one of your cookies under his hood, the sounds of munching like music to your ears - an angel's horn, maybe, the ones that play during the apocalypse. You wait patiently to be prosecuted for your crimes - the ones you aren't quite sure you even committed, to be honest. "You'll do. Horangi will show you to my quarters." You think you're hearing things. Maybe, you somehow managed to hit your head on the way to the colonel's office, and now you're hallucinating the entire encounter? The colonel stands up - he is huge, god, too fucking tall to even be alive, you think - and drops a heavy hand on your shoulder, patting you almost awkwardly. You hate the way he looks at you right now - almost soft, almost gentle, his hand squeezes your skin in a way that is way more loving than your boyfriend ever did before, and you feel pathetic for leaning into the touch, if only for a second. You didn't know that Konig got his eye on you even before you went to the base. He knows a lot about his soldiers, and your sorry fuck of a boyfriend clearly didn't deserve a sweet little thing like you - for fucks's sake, you literally just brought homemade cookies to the military base; how much more of an angel you can be. He also knew that you're not quite satisfied with the relationships if he can judge by how much bitching Paul is letting out during his free time. Konig also knows that if he gets you to marry him as soon as possible, sooner he could put you in his house and make you bake him cookies every day of his retirement - that doesn't seem like such a bad opportunity now, not if he would have a pretty housewife attached to his hip. And if you don't really want to be with him, well... Nothing that a few weeks of extensive home training couldn't fix.

[astrolook]

Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Ever feel like one planet in your chart is completely running your life? Like, no matter what, you always default to a certain way of thinking, reacting, or making the same questionable decisions? That’s your dominant planet at work. But is it making your life easier… or way harder than it needs to be? Let’s break it down.

How to Tell Which Planet is Dominant in Your Chart

Your dominant planet isn’t necessarily your Sun, Moon, or Rising—it’s the one with the most influence over your personality, choices, and bad habits. Some signs it’s the boss of your chart:

It’s in its home sign (like Venus in Libra or Mars in Aries) or exalted (like Moon in Taurus).

It has the most aspects (connections) to other planets.

It sits in a major house, like the 1st (identity), 10th (career), or 7th (relationships).

It rules your Sun, Moon, AND Rising (triple threat).

It’s the only planet of a certain element (Fire, Earth, Air, Water) in your chart.

If you have two or more dominant planets, congrats—you’re a complicated mess with conflicting instincts (but at least you’re interesting). You're like a cosmic onion.

Your Dominant Planet: The Good, The Bad, & The Ridiculous

☀️ Sun Dominant – The Main Character

Natural confidence—people notice you whether you want them to or not.

Charismatic and great at leading (or at least pretending to know what you’re doing).

Magnetic presence—people either admire you or feel deeply threatened.

Cannot handle being ignored for even five minutes.

Takes everything way too personally (the group chat going silent is not about you).

Life is one big performance, even when no one’s watching.

🌙 Moon Dominant – The Walking Emotional Rollercoaster

Emotionally intuitive—you just know when someone’s lying.

People trust you instantly (whether you wanted that responsibility or not).

Deeply caring—probably the “mom friend” of the group.

Gets attached too fast—if someone is nice to you once, they’re basically family.

Mood swings for absolutely no reason (and good luck explaining them).

Overthinks texts, social interactions, and why the barista looked at you weird.

🪐 Saturn Dominant – The Workaholic Who Can’t Relax

Disciplined and reliable—if you say you’ll do something, it gets done.

People respect you because you actually have your life together (or seem like you do).

Ages like fine wine—born a stressed-out child, but gets way cooler with time.

Takes responsibility for everything, even things that are not your problem.

Permanent resting serious face—people assume you’re judging them.

🔥 Mars Dominant – The Human Energy Drink

High-energy.

Assertive—you go after what you want and get it.

Quick reflexes—probably great at sports, fighting, or avoiding responsibilities.

Zero patience—slow walkers and buffering videos are your worst nightmare.

Occasional anger issues (“I’M NOT MAD, YOU’RE JUST WRONG”).

Thinks first, acts later… if at all.

🌿 Venus Dominant – The Flirt Who Gets Away with Everything

Naturally charming—people are drawn to you without knowing why.

Always looks effortlessly put together (even when you’re a mess inside).

Romantic AF—you love love.

Indecisive as hell—picking a restaurant is a 3-hour ordeal.

Can’t say no—people-pleasing is your toxic trait.

Might have a tiny shopping addiction (but hey, self-care).

☁️ Mercury Dominant – The Fast-Talker & Overthinker

Sharp, witty, and always has a comeback (even when you should probably keep quiet).

Absorbs information like a sponge—trivia night MVP.

Can talk to literally anyone about anything.

Mind never shuts up—sleep is a myth.

Either replies to texts instantly… or in three months, no in-between.

Talks way too fast—people need subtitles.

🌎 Jupiter Dominant – The Chaotic Optimist

Lucky AF—things somehow work out for you.

Big personality, big dreams, big everything.

Loves adventure—you’re always down for something wild.

Overestimates how much time, money, and luck you actually have.

Can’t resist saying yes to everything—major FOMO energy.

No impulse control—“Let’s book a trip right now.”

🔮 Neptune Dominant – The Daydreamer Who Might Be on Another Planet

Insanely creative—your imagination is unreal.

People find you mystical and intriguing (even when you’re just zoning out).

Deeply intuitive—you just know things before they happen.

Time management is a joke—was that 5 minutes or 5 hours? Who knows.

Has full-on fantasies about things that will never happen (but what if they did?).

Trusts people too easily (no, they will not "change" for you).

🖤 Pluto Dominant – The Intensity Overlord

Unshakable—life could crumble around you and you’d be fine.

Magnetic energy—people either worship or fear you.

Always transforming—rises from the ashes like a badass phoenix.

Suspicious of everyone (and usually right).

Constantly going through some kind of crisis.

Low-key enjoys dark, broody thoughts for fun.

So… Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Either way, you’re stuck with it. But the more you understand it, the more you can work with it instead of letting it run your life.

Want a full breakdown of your dominant planet & how it’s shaping your life? DM me with your birth details & email for a complete astrology reading! Look at my pinned post for pricing. 🔮✨

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I think sometimes about Tommy and Evan, a few years in. Maybe they're recently married. Maybe Tommy's hair is greying just a bit. I think about Tommy finding a baby left at his station while coming into work. I think about how that baby cries whenever it's in anyone else's arms other than Tommy's. I think about Tommy volunteering to stay behind that day to be with the baby until CPS comes.

I think about Athena filling Tommy in on the status of the baby's parents - Dad died before she was born; Mom, unfortunately, found herself in a car accident that killed her that morning after dropping the baby off. No other relatives. Nowhere to call home.

I think about Tommy looking at this baby girl and thinking about his own time in the system. When he wasn't with his father; when he was bounced around foster families and then group homes.

I think about Tommy having this ache for this baby the moment that he met her. This connection he never thought he would have. This yearning to be there for this small baby.

He wants this kid.

He wants to be there for her.

He wants - he wants to adopt her.

Which feels like too fast of a feeling.

Too soon.

I think about Tommy panicking in the back of his mind at the thought of that; wondering if this is even a good idea. If this would change the relationship he had with Evan. If Evan would want this so suddenly. If this would be the moment Evan realized that maybe Tommy's past fears were true; that Tommy wasn't the man Evan wanted to be with for the rest of his life; that Evan would leave Tommy for this.

Which are irrational thoughts.

Cruel thoughts.

Yet somehow, none of those thoughts stops Tommy from volunteering to watch the baby for a few days when the woman from CPS talks about having some issues figuring out a placement for the baby for the next few nights.

And.

Well.

Tommy should have asked Evan. He tries to warn Evan, but the warning goes to voicemail. Tommy goes home with this baby, unsure of whether or not Evan will be mad or confused or pissed that Tommy made this sudden life decision all on his own, even if it's only for a few days.

Tommy tells himself it will only be for a few days. Because how could it be for more?

And when Tommy gets home, he finds that Evan had swung around Maddie and Chimney's place to steal Jee's old crib and was currently putting it back together. Evan apologizes; he thought he sent a text back and - and he sees the kid too.

And.

Tommy doesn't know if it's the same instant connection, but Evan's always been good with kids. He seems happy to take care of her.

And.

Well.

The baby isn't easy. She's crying and up at weird hours and she would be an absolute nightmare if she wasn't so cute; so sweet in the moments of reprieve.

Evan doesn't seem to complain about it.

And.

And maybe Tommy falls more in love with the baby even with the challenges. He really does. He has trouble leaving the kid alone. He just wants to be around her and make sure she's happy and okay.

And.

It gets to the point where Evan notices something because it's Evan who reminds Tommy reluctantly that they're only keeping her for a few days as CPS sorts out a good placement for the baby. A few days that had already turned into almost a week.

And.

That was when.

Tommy said it.

That maybe he didn't want to have her temporarily. Maybe - maybe he wanted her for as long as they could have her.

Which.

Throws Evan for a loop. Not necessarily in a bad way, but it wasn't exactly something that he had expected. At least, not right then. With them both in jobs that don't exactly have the best hours for raising a kid. They thought they would probably be older parents if they decided to be parents later on.

Well.

Tommy would already be an older parent as is.

But Evan talks about how they probably couldn't adopt her if they both stayed firefighters.

And.

Well.

Tommy proposes that maybe he won't be anymore.

I think about Tommy telling Evan this. How Evan would be confused and tell Tommy that he doesn't have to do that; that this is his career too. But Tommy has been thinking about this for a while.

And.

Tommy's goals have never really been career-oriented. He just wants a family. A home. Loved ones. People who care for him as much as he cares for them.

Not like Tommy can't pivot into piloting or part-time EMT work. Hell, even fire inspector work.

Tommy could fly in his off time. He could save people in other ways.

There is only one baby. This one. Only her. He wants this. He really does.

And.

Tommy's not sure. He's not sure if Evan's exactly okay with that explanation. He isn't sure if Evan is okay with Tommy turning his life upside down for this small baby he met only a week ago. Hell, Tommy's not even sure if Evan is prepared for this; if he even wants this as much as Tommy; if he even wants this to begin with.

But.

But Evan looks at the baby.

And he looks at Tommy.

And there is something there; something there as Evan asked Tommy if he is really serious about this. If he is really sure that is what he wants to do. If this is the leap he wants to take.

And there is no reluctance.

There is no faltering.

Tommy says he does.

He wants this.

And.

Evan nods.

He looks between Tommy and this new baby that has become part of their lives.

And he says that they will figure this all out, then.

And maybe later, a year from that fateful night, Tommy and Evan are in their bed together as Evan confesses that he had been worried when they first decided to take in the baby.

He was worried about if they could do it. If it would be a bad idea for Tommy to reduce his hours like that. If Tommy would grow resentful of the change and how Evan was still a full-time firefighter. He was worried that whatever big beginning feelings Tommy had would wane and they would have this kid that Tommy had gotten from the spark of initial meetings alone.

Evan was worried that he wouldn't catch up to Tommy.

That he wouldn't connect with her like Tommy did. Because there was a connection, Evan saw it the moment Tommy walked into their home with the baby. And Evan hadn't quite had that at first. It took a little time for Evan to feel that connection and he felt a little guilty to admit that; a little ashamed.

But he loves her so much now.

And - and Evan sees how much happier Tommy is with her. Semi-retired and taking care of their girl.

He's happy that Tommy pushed for it; to have this baby in their lives. Evan can't imagine a world without her now.

And.

And Tommy is just happy.

I think about Tommy talking about how lonely he was before Evan. Friendly with everyone, good friends to no one. No family. No love life. Just him and his hobbies and his career.

A constant cycle of distraction, distraction, distraction.

And then.

The cruise incident.

And so much of Tommy's life changed. He had people he actually called friends. He had a support system in a way he never had before. He had that family he had been searching for his whole life.

And he found all of that with Evan.

This is Tommy's happiness. Friends. Loved ones. Family. And he found it with Evan. And he can barely believe he has this. Has Evan. Has their girl.

Sometimes, I think about that as one of the happiest endings Tommy could have. A lonely man who distracted himself with work and hobbies finding himself surrounded by family; choosing family.

I don't know.

I think about that sometimes.

[hiiikiko]

𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓!𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

tlou m.list | caught in your web m.list

[a/n]: hi! i hope you’ll all accept this, i hv work today n i’ll be workin until like 9 p.m but i’ll make sure to write tmrw !! n ty for all the likes on this series ♡

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♰ before ellie got bitten, she wore glasses but after she didn’t need them anymore. she still wears them with the lenses popped out though because she thinks she looks weird without them, although she doesn’t wear them at school that often

♰ when she gets in a fight with tommy or maria, she sneaks out her window and finds a nice quiet roof to sit and listen to music, sometimes smoke but she’s cut back since her vigilante career began

♰ she has backpacks hidden all over the city so she can make a quick change. there’s one at school, the library, oscorp labs, the planetarium, and your apartment

♰ she knows you can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from following you home, like, come on! new york city is pretty dangerous and don’t you like having your very own vigilante??

♰ might be a little stalkerish but she sometimes hangs out on the roof of the building across your apartment building so she can watch you go about your evening, she doesn’t mean to do it but somehow she always ends up there

♰ she carries pepper spray even though she has literal superpowers

♰ she’s trained her spider sense to be even more heightened so that she can fight with her airpods in

♰ she has a playlist for fighting bad guys

♰ even though she’s city renowned spiderman, she still helps the elderly cross the street and help cats out of trees (she’s a little hesistant to help the cats because of how hard it is to mend scratches on her suits fabric)

♰ she owns a spiderman figurine like what did you expect? she’s a fan girl of the avengers, she owns all their figurines and they are in mint condition so why wouldn’t she own her own?? like that has to be the coolest thing to her

♰ concert tickets are expensive so sometimes she uses her powers for “bad” and sneaks into venues (she says it’s anti capitalist but really, she’s just being cheap)

♰ she has nightmares about turning into a real spider, kinda like franz kafka (she actually read this book in freshman lit and it scarred her)

♰ another one of her biggest fears is like what if she’s having sex with someone and she’s fingering them and her webs somehow shoot up into them?? like how do you explain that to a doctor?? this keeps her up at night

♰ seeing you in spiderman merch makes the tips of her ears go red and her heart race

♰ she cringes whenever she sees spiderman edits on her fyp

♰ onlyfans ppl who make content in her suit kinda scare her LMAO

♰ she actually doesn’t mind that everyone assumes spidey is a man, it helps her hide her identity but it kinda pisses her off that people can’t tell she’s a girl?? like do you not see the boobs . (her suit actually flattens her and all the protection gear inside gives her a pretty boxy figure so you can’t really tell)

♰ she has a hate/love relationship with her webs because on one hand she’s scared of touching people and on the other, she likes that she can ‘glue’ her camera to her hands when she’s on more dangerous photo ops and that she doesn’t have to get up from her bed to get her guitar (although, one time she hit herself in the face because she didn’t get it fast enough)

♰ ellie’s a different type of spiderman.. she’s actually very violent! especially against criminals who hurt others just for fun, she’ll beat them to a bloody pulp and leave them their for the ambulance to find (she leaves a note apologizing to the emts and sheriff, but it’s not like she killed them! nobody thinks that spiderman could do this so they assume there’s another vigilante out there, a more violent one *ahem* deadpool)

♰ she met deadpool once.. never again

♰ much like her infected bite from the game, her spider bite has caused cobwebs to grow in her veins

[monster-mash-m]

Anomalous love

𐌌ዐ𐌍ነ𐌕ቹ𐌐?Boyfriend x Human!Reader

Mdni!

Cw: creampie, lying, slight size difference, non gendered, no specific genitalia, rough sex, loving relationship, creepy imagery, weird monster dick

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You have been seeing this guy for a while now. He’s just… perfect. He’s kind, caring, generous, funny…. He’s just, your whole world. You’ve been dating Zen for about almost a year now and you could never ask for more.

Maybe you didn’t have a choice for more…

It was a cozy September evening, just as summer was turning into autumn. You were in your boyfriend’s house waiting for him to come home, you were going to surprise him with his favorite food since you were such a kind partner!

And of course you were hiding to really surprise him. And just like that you heard the door unclick. You got into your position as you heard Zens shoes click against the wooden floor. Then… they just stopped. You thought he may have spotted you, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Because not long after… the walking resumed but it sounded…. Sticky… that… that wasn’t right. You quickly peak out of the corner to see what he was doing. Only to be met with… “Zen…?” You gasp out in shock

What stood before you was not human. His skin began to grow grayer, his sanely blonde curls became almost as pitch black as his fingers that had spindly veins emerging from them, also charcoal black. His teeth sharpened to razor like points along with his nails. His soft brown eyes were more a piercing gold. Sticky wet tentacles sprout from his back like live snakes.

Of course you began to tremble when his head snapped around at who said his name. His expression a mixture of worry and softness as soon as he realizes who it was. “Babe-“ his voice echoed in an uncanny way. “Please wait- s- no stop panicking-“ he immediately began to try and calm you down.

You stood frozen in fear. Your only movement was of your chest taking in gusts of air to try and compose yourself.

He changed back into his human form “shit- babe… I didn’t know you were here-“ he said remorsefully as he hesitantly walked over. “Please just- stop panicking.”

Somehow you did. You just look up at him more at ease with him in his human form “what… what was that? What were you?” He frowned “I-“ he stopped himself and took a deep breath.

“The truth has to come out eventually….” He looked away in shame. “I’m a…. Well I’m an anomaly…. A monster…. Or something humans would portray as a changeling or crypid…” he tried to explain “b-but im not a monster baby! That’s what you need to understand!” You just look at him trying to take in the information… you’ve been dating this… thing for so long… you should be more scared… more trying to run away and scream for help. But… you weren’t. That was odd, you thought.

“I’ve never hurt anyone or anything baby! I just- I live amongst humans- I…. I know I should’ve told you the truth.. but I fell inlove with you as soon as I saw you… I-i couldn’t risk you… despising me- or being scared of me… the real me…” he looked at you with such guilt.

You almost felt bad for your initial reaction. “Zen… I… I don’t know how to process this… I… you- I don’t-“ he just nods slowly “I understand babe…” he takes your hand cautiously “you… you’re gonna take a while to process this… but we… we can work past this… right?”

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And oh yes, you both managed to work past his… quirks. So much so that when he’s home he’s never in his human form around you anymore. And that’s also developed into the bedroom as well.

Zen chuckled softly as he bound your wrists with one of his slippery tentacles “babyyyy~.” He hummed in amusement “You’re squirming all pretty for me yeah?” His echoey voice lingered in your head making you dizzy. You just nod softly looking up at him squeezing your thighs together.

Two more tentacles take ahold of both your legs, spreading them rather eagerly “Been wanting to stretch you on my monster cock for so long baby…” he growled lowly. Excitement drenching his tone. “To feel your human body react to my every beck and call…” he hissed out as he Regan to run his inhuman cock against your entrance.

It had a blunt tip whirl the shaft was gray going into charcoal black at the head. His length was also extremely textured with bumps and ridges. And not so surprisingly just as slick as his tentacles. “I’m gonna push it in now baby… just breathe… I got you…” he shuddered out as his heavy cock pushed into you.

You gasp out and squirm even more in his grasp as he slowly bullied his cock into your tight hole. “Fuuuuck baby oh god- shit, so tight for me like this-“ he grunted out trying to restrain himself. You on the other hand we’re fighting for your life. His non human cock… well it was huge. “F-fuck! Wait- it’s too big too big/“ you pant out mindlessly which was interrupted by your own loud gasp. He was all in. You felt it. You felt his cold hips pressed flush against your plump ass.

His hands dig into the fat of your hips for leverage “God- “ he seethed out clenching his eyes shut “feel like I’m gonna cum already…” he laughed with a strained tone. His spare tentacles began to tease and wrap around your soft body. You let out a tense laugh as well as you adjust to his sheer girth.

After a while of growing accustomed to his twitching cock inside out you, you smile bashfully “you can move now Zen…” you practically whisper out, but that’s all that he needed to start rutting into you like a feral animal. His cock hitting allll the right spots in you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arch your back, Zens’ thrusts getting more jagged and his breaths laboured “god- fuck I’m gonna cum baby I’m gonna cum!” He almost whimpers out as his cock continuously plunged in and out of you.

Soon you feel your own climax building as one of his tentacles plays with your nipples. Another rubbing your sex. “Mh- yes baby, imma cum too-“ you practically mewl out as you squirm against him. The fat on your body jiggled with every harsh thrust he gave you, his eyes fixated on you, mesmerized by your body.

Not too soon after you felt his hot thick cum oozing into your hole, filling you to the brim. Making you gasp loudly as his name falls from your lips one last time before you burst into climax around his softening dick.

Zen slowly pulls out and gives you a small forehead kiss with a goofy smile. “You took that like a champ.” You just roll your eyes and chuckle, pulling him down for a cuddle.

[ashkabbom]

Storm - Mouthwashing

A/n: It's 1am, but nothing will stop me muahahahah! Give my writing a chance and correct me if anything, English is not my first language and I had a LOT of help from the translator 🫶🏽

Versión en español en Wattpad: Libro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Cuenta: ashkabbom)

Versão em português no wattpad: Livro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Conta: ashkabbom)

•Pre-Crash!Captain Curly x Reader

synopsis/summary: You and Captain Curly talk a little during the night

Notes: I didn't specify the gender and I didn't talk about the relationship, it's up to you to see how you interpret it.

Drops of rain hit your window hard, thunder and lightning tormented you and took away your peace.

It was night and you were in the ship's kitchen, you couldn't sleep for some reason, but the silence and the moonlight projected on the huge screen were comforting.

Thinking of anything to occupy your mind, from how long a squirrel lives to worries about your current job, although you tried to push some of those worries out of your mind.

Somehow you got a job, only you didn't expect it to be here and like this, but it's good that you don't do much, it's good that no one got hurt and you need to take care of.

Due to sheer pressure, you ended up entering some area of medicine, although it wasn't exactly what your parents wanted, it's still something, but you would be anywhere else if you could choose for yourself.

You didn't want your parents to look at you like you had failed and disappointed them, it was horrible to feel like you were a failure, something they weren't proud of.

Do you sometimes wonder if a hospital would even accept you, would you want that? Maybe you would even do well? It's not what you want but-

"Awake at this hour?" A voice echoes lightly and a tired-looking captain is leaning against the door. You didn't even hear the door slam, you were so immersed in thought.

Captain Curly was one of the most easygoing guys you'll ever meet working at the Pony Express, and that's not to be rude, but there are very few people at that company who are easygoing with other people.

"Night snack break." You say with a shy smile, not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour either. "But someone emptied all the coffee."

He chuckles lightly before sighing, "I can't imagine who would be responsible behind such a crime." Curly rolls his eyes with a smirk on his face, then looks at you. "But something tells me that late night snack isn't what got you so focused that you didn't hear the door."

"Hmmm a captain really knows his crew apparently" You laugh a little and nod. "I was just thinking a little bit about... Everything, you know? There's a few more months to go, I think about 7 months or something and it's just as weird as it was in the beginning"

Curly listened carefully to what you said, as a captain he understood exactly what you meant.

Being in the middle of space for so long, with a group of people you're not used to, is quite something, especially for someone unfamiliar with being so far away from where they used to be.

Even he wasn't sure if this was what he wanted for himself, if this was the pinnacle of his life or if he should try something more and go beyond his comfort zone.

"So you feel like the things around you are devouring you little by little, you sink so deep into it that it's hard for you to get out. It's not bad, but you feel like it's not good." He tries to complete what was on your mind.

"You gave yourself away that you are or have been in the same boat captain" You look at him with a cheeky smile and start walking towards the couch. "or on different boats, but with the same destination"

Curly follows you right behind and also sits on the couch. You both stay in silence for a while, just looking at the moon.

"It's not the same as looking at the sky at night, but it's better than nothing I guess." You say without thinking much. It would be a lie if you said you don't miss being on earth, in your home and in the comfort of your room in your house.

"I think this when I look at the stars, it's even different when I remember that I'm in space with them, being able to see several everywhere.. Without light pollution" He says and another silence falls.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, quite the opposite, it was the most peaceful silence you'd had in nights. Just you, the captain and the stars, enjoying the company that each one could offer.

You look at the captain, wondering if there was anything he regretted doing in his life that brought him here.

It was no surprise that he knew what was bothering you in your thoughts, after all he is a grown man with experience in life, everyone goes through this questioning one day.

Uncertainty is what moves us sometimes.

You wonder if Jimmy is like that too, if there is anything he would do differently to be somewhere else or if he wouldn't change anything even though he might regret something...

He didn't seem much for talking about that sort of thing. Jimmy was always a mystery in his mind.

Him and Swansea. You knew very little about the two of them, but it's not like you knew much about the others anyway.

You knew that Jimmy and the captain were friends so he must not be as bitter as he seems, after all he wouldn't be where he is if he wasn't someone he could trust.

"So this is what they mean by staring into your soul" He laughs as he says this and you come out of your trance. You hadn't noticed that you weren't just looking at him out of the corner of your eye, but that you had turned your face to look at him.

You laugh at his comment. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on the entrance to a man's soul." Sighing lightly you smile "Daisuke showed me a drawing of him yesterday, the boy is talented and expresses well how he sees places and people"

"Is that what you two were doing in the infirmary during lunch?" He asks curiously. "But I didn't realize you liked rock and metal, but the metalhead you drew looks nice."

"It's not a metalhead, it's Anya." You look at him like it's the most obvious thing and he's so dumb.

"Was that supposed to be Anya?!" Curly asked in disbelief.

You and he talked for a few more minutes, even though it was so late at night, maybe it would be morning in a few hours, but clearing your head at least a little was the best thing.

You yawned and realized that you were actually sleepy now. Curly yawns soon after and you both laugh lightly, agreeing that you would go to sleep now, wishing each other goodnight.

So the raindrops hit the window weaker, until they stopped completely, without thunder or lightning.

The next day you wake up dead tired, woken up by Daisuke questioning if you were still alive.

Soon you go to the kitchen together, talking a little about what you had dreamed about during the night. Anya was already there and so you and Daisuke join her, soon Jimmy and captain, arrives and-

"Whose metalhead drawing is this? It was lying on the floor" Swansea asks with the paper in his hand

"It's not a metalhead!" You hear Daisuke chuckle and you swear you heard a chuckle coming from Curly.

A/n: I had another creative peak this morning and here it is, straight from the oven. I wish I had written something with Curly before writing something with Daisuke.🫶🏽🎀

[thomaslittlegirl]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing! 🥹 I was wondering if you could consider writing about Cillian being the reader’s boyfriend/husband. He suddenly discovers the reader’s obsession with Tommy somehow, and he makes her dream come true by roleplaying as Tommy in bed. He’s rough and, of course, the complete opposite of how gentle Cillian usually is. 👀 Thank you! 🫶

im glad you like my works! if i remember correctly i have read a similar story, so i tried to make the plot as different as possible. anyway i hope you enjoy it, angel. 🩷

roleplay. cillian murphy — thomas shelby.

warnings; slaps, pussy spanking, creampie. age-gap.

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cillian was very private when it came to his work. he liked to keep things separate; work on the one hand, his family and personal stuff on the other. he didn't like the lines being blurred and the two things getting mixed up.

for this reason, he preferred his family not interacting with his work. he didn't really like close family watching his movies, it made him a little shy if he was one hundred percent honest.

that's why you kept a secret from him. when you were alone because he was going to some filming, a note or a photo shoot, you looked at the peaky blinders.

there was something that made you completely fierce... seeing your husband, your sweet and tender love being so hard, so bad. you couldn't explain it, you never really talked about it with anyone and it was something you would take to your grave.

how could you explain that it turned you on to watch the series your husband worked on? seeing cillian so out of context was just something else.

since the two became a couple, the relationship has always been based on a lot of love and mutual respect.

having a noticeable age difference, cillian saw you as someone he should protect, someone he should pamper and shower with kisses and affection.

the number of times your boyfriend had raised his voice at you could be counted on the fingers of one hand. the same when it came to getting angry. cillian didn't get angry with you, ever... and if he did, he would simply swallow his anger and solve everything with a sweet kiss on your lips.

he was not someone hard in bed either. although he fucked you like the gods, he was never mistreating you or being mean in the bedroom. he really liked the missionary when you had sex; that way he could see your face and kiss your tears of pleasure, that way he could be attentive to whatever your needs were. simple man.

he never pulled your hair, hit you nor called you degrading names... although some might escape his mouth, never too much.

that's why you felt that way when you saw thomas. the shelby man was really a threat; fucking any whore he came across, treating them as what they were, whores for his pleasure. the hard way he fucked them and how he made them scream with pleasure.

you felt like a teenage virgin, but it really made you wet. it was also weird because your boyfriend wasnt like that irl.

but your secret is revealed; one day you are too tired to notice that your eyes are closing and you simply let sleep overcome you.

the television in front of your bed continues playing the video while you sleep peacefully, hugging your boyfriend's pillow.

cillian arrives home late, a little exhausted from spending so much time outside doing the things he needed to do. the man takes off his leather shoes and begins to walk towards the bedroom, shuffling his feet.

when he opens the door to the room he gets a surprise. he recognizes his own voice, he recognizes that gangster accent that he knew how to use for a long time. his eyes go to the television and he watches as scenes from the peaky blinders play on the screen.

he feels out of place and a little confused too. you never looked at his works, you knew it made him a little shy... so why was the whole damn search based on videos of him, being thomas shelby? why were all the videos you had seen small frames of him playing the role of the gangster?

cillian laughed when he saw that the previously played videos were based on fight scenes, but his laughter was silenced when he saw all the clips of him fucking the women.

you had watched too many of those... for not saying almost all the scenes. his cheeks turned red and his gaze returned to your body; sleeping, hugging his pillow bathed in expensive perfume... as peaceful as a good girl, as if you hadn't used his hard and dirty sex scenes as white noise.

murphy suddenly understands it, or thinks he understands it.

cautiously, cillian turns off the television and walks to the bed. the light from the nightstand is not that high but it is enough to allow him to see you resting peacefully. murphy goes to the changing room and grabs a beret, a gray one. he takes a look in the mirror and smiles shyly; his heart beats desperately as if he were a child about to do some prank.

he comes back to your side.

the man positions himself on top of you, with both of his legs at your sides. murphy licks his lips and bends down to start leaving bites on your neck.

"cillian?" you ask, smiling as you smell the man's characteristic perfume.

"try again." he says, pressing his crotch against yours. you open your eyes, suddenly feeling horny.

"baby?" you insist.

"negative." he answers, his tongue running over your neck and part of your jaw. "maybe i should fuck you until all you can think about is me."

you listen to the accent which he speaks to you... and you understand it.

"tommy?"

"finally."

you blink several times trying to get used to the light on your nightstand. cillian lies on top of you, in his black pants, white shirt, and beret. a copy of him.

"am i still dreaming?" your question comes out in a whisper, confused. the man in front of you laughs.

"maybe. " his hand outlines one of your tits and then slowly lowers until it enters your underwear.

"what are you doing?" you ask, wetting your lips with your tongue.

"taking what belongs to me, playing with my favorite cunt." cillian's middle finger presses against your clit and then down to your entrance, testing with the tip of his fingers.

“cillian…” you gasp.

the man slaps your pussy. "wrong, whore. try again." you bite your lips at the burning you feel in your lower part and murmur again.

"tommy... it feels so good." thomas laughs. "it was supposed to be a punishment, but sluts like you like anything i give to them." you squeeze around nothing, dirty talk doing wonders to moisten your walls. "hands on the headboard." he orders, and you quickly obey.

thomas takes off his belt and uses it to tie your hands to the bed. the older man pulls down your underwear, delighting in having your sex naked in front of him. "now you're going to count for me." he indicates, and starts slapping your cunt. "come on, pet. count."

one.

two.

three.

four.

five.

when thomas finishes your pussy is red hot, burning and dripping, contracting in the air and begging to be filled.

"poor pussy." he laments, caressing your hip bones. "its so sore i don't know if it can handle daddy's cock." your eyes open.

"can handle it." you say quickly. "please."

shelby smiles and bends over, spitting on your pussy to make it even wetter. he smiles when he sees your face of pleasure, totally lost in the sensations, in the vulnerability.

the man spits into his hand and pumps his erection a little. his cock is about to explode, eager to paint your walls white with his warm semen.

he hits your pussy with the head of his cock a few times, teasing you until he finally sinks into your warm walls.

cillian would have waited for you to get used to it, but it's thomas who's fucking you, so he starts pounding you hard. "balls deep inside your cunnie." he says, as if you don't feel it in your gut.

he fucks you hard, hard and deep.

"god... god..." you murmur, and you feel a slap on your cheek.

"i didn't say you could talk, whore." he says, giving you another slap. "keep quiet, you're nothing but a cunt."

you clench painfully on his cock, biting your lips to try to shut up. it's useless, your moans escape alone.

"tommy..." he continues to fuck you like an animal, harshly raping your warm walls. the sound of your wetness and the slapping of the skins is driving him crazy.

thomas squeezes one of your tits and plays with your nipple.

"thomas is going to give you his hot cum in your beautiful pussy." he talks, caressing one of your cheeks.

you look at him, teary. feeling so good.

"open your mouth." he asks, giving you another slap. when you open your mouth, he spits into it. his saliva sliding down your throat feels as good as drinking water after spending days dehydrated.

thomas lets go of your tit to start rubbing your clit, making you cum around his cock. you squeeze so hard that the man is forced to cum too, filling you with his seed.

"there... there you go... daddy's hot milk for his princess."

cillian pulls out of you, watching as your abused pussy lets his cum flow from your insides.

the man caresses your cheek and unties your hands. your little pout asking for a kiss makes his heart melt and he grants it to you, kissing you sweetly.

"we have to do it again." you ask, and he laughs out loud.

"you're really crazy, my baby."

[goose-duck]

Maybe Ronin with a reader who is dealing with their ex who is trying to get back together with them and won’t take no for an answer? Reader doesn’t tell Ronin at first but eventually he finds out anyways? Just a random idea I came up with, no worries if it’s not up your alley!

Exes & Orchids

Ronin Beaufort x Reader

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You and your ex broke up a few months ago, just before you met Ronin if you had to estimate. The break up was bad; you left them due to their rather violent behaviour towards you and even your cat. They argued with you and would scream and hit you. Hell, on your way out, they even slapped you and scolded you for “daring to leave the only person who will ever love you”. They were a real twat and you were relieved to finally be rid of them.

More recently, however, you've found solace and love in a new place. You've found it with Ronin. The weird serial killer who likes to fuck with you on a server full of killers. The man who sought you out for his own entertainment. He's now also become your entertainment and the object of your affections. It seems he's found the same in you.

The two of you had semi-recently gotten together, having met in purgatory and not separated since. It'd been about a month since then, yet somehow the man had convinced you to live with him only a week after finally meeting in person. How funny is that? It's a wonder no one's killed you prior, I mean, moving in with a known killer a week after debating killing him? You're crazy. You're his crazy.

At the moment you're at home by yourself. Ronin had left a few hours ago; on a mission to get groceries, but likely distracted with something of less importance. You've gotten used to it by now. It's cute how he notices everything and just has to find out more. It's kind of annoying too.

Ronin had noticed your recent change in behaviour. How you've been on edge, kinda prickly about everything. Every time there's a knock at the door he notices your slight flinch, how you glare at the door as if it were going to eat you alive. He noticed your abrasive behaviour in regards to his affection, often pushing him away rather than accepting his love.

When he questioned you on this, you assured him it's not his fault. It was clear he didn't believe you; however he knew he couldn't pry the truth from your lips, so he dropped it. He left in a huff after that, insisting he just wanted to shower. You've grown to understand by that he means he wants to be alone to think, so you left him to it.

Maybe you should tell him about your ex? Not that he doesn't know about the low quality relationship you'd been in prior to having met him, but he doesn't know that your ex has been practically stalking you as of late. Ever since you made a post about being with Ronin, just a simple little post, a picture of you kissing his cheek; ever since then your ex has been very interested in your doings.

They've liked all your posts and been spamming you with texts about wanting to apologize and try to be friends. You know them well enough to know it's all bullshit. They're just upset you've moved on. They tried desperately to leave a cut so deep it could never scar; yet their efforts proved futile. Once you'd met Ronin it was like finally going to the hospital and getting the wound cauterized. The damage is still there, it's still a scar, one not easy to ignore, but it's healed and healthy. You have Ronin to thank for that.

You suddenly hear a knock at the front door. Yet another thing your ex had been doing recently, leaving gifts for you. They must run up, knock, then hide, because you never seem to catch them in the act. You don't know how they managed to find Ronin’s house, but it isn't as if they hadn't done this to you while you were together.

They've always been a stalker. A total creep. You were into it when you'd first met them. Someone totally obsessed? They'll never leave me? Sign me up. Alas, it's not like what the stories tell. It's not romantic at all. It's disturbing, traumatic and downright gross at times.

You'd found them in your house, uninvited, many times. Seen them going through your cupboards, sock door, and even using your shower. One time, when at their house, you'd found pictures of yourself sleeping pinned to their wall. It was horrific the things you'd seen them do. Obsession isn't nearly as attractive as you once thought it was.

Love however? That will always have your heart. When you first met Ronin on the server; he was annoying, seemed like just some other creep, especially when he talked of knowing where you live and things of the like. He managed to prove you wrong though. He respected all your boundaries and in the end kept you safe. When you agreed to meet in purgatory, you already knew he was the one.

You hesitantly stand up, making your way cautiously over to the door. Just in case something dangerous is there, you've begun opening the door in a way Ronin has stated is “strange”. You don't think it's too bad, just… careful? No- it's weird, but if he knew what was going on he'd understand. Maybe he'd answer the door for you? Track down you ex and end them? Is that too much- open the door bro-

You stand over to the side of the door, behind the side that would swing in when the door is opened. You gently turn the nob, opening the door slowly. You peek around the side of your wooden shield and search for the new object at your doorstep. It's a bouquet of flowers. White orchids. The exact flower you ex used to keep on their dining room table. Yikes. That's… awesome.

You hesitantly kick the flowers away with your foot, knocking them off the front steps into the dirt. You feel slightly bad, the flowers hadn't done anything to you. Your ex had though, meaning these flowers can't be trusted. You then slam the front door closed and thoroughly check that it's definitely locked before leaving it. You return to your place on the couch and resume your aimless internet scrolling.

~~~~~~

Ronin soon returns with groceries and mail and… a bouquet of white orchids. What is with everyone and white orchids? He sets down the bags of groceries and walks over to you. He leans over the side of the couch, single letter and bouquet in his hands.

“Hey, Darlin’~ what's with the dirt flowers out front?” He holds the orchids up to your face.

You grimace, “Seems to me they aren't out front anymore…”

He hums, “Seems they aren't.” He thinks for a moment, “What's with the flowers, hon?” He speaks a bit more sternly, suspecting there's more to the situation than just random orchids.

You sigh, “Ronin. They're meant to be in the dirt. Leave them there.” You give him the stern demand, not leaving space for refusal.

Ronin nods at this, “Alright, Darlin’, in the dirt they shall go… I do have to ask though, is there a reason you hate white orchids so much?”

You shoot him a sharp glare, “Quit catching onto shit I don't want you catching onto.”

He chuckles softly. “Not happenin’, love. What's going on? You've been acting off for a while, not that we've been together all that long, but, I didn't think you'd be the type to push away my affection. You can tell me if I'm being too much, Darlin’. Don't want things ending when they're just beginning.”

“I… don't wanna talk about it, Ronin.” You dismiss his concerns.

“Y/N. I'm being fuckin’ serious. What's wrong? I can't make things better if you don't tell me what the fuckin’ problem is. I'm worried about you and you're giving me nothing here. Please, just throw me a bone on the problem, or maybe the solution, if you have one.” He desperately begs you, his voice cracking with concern. You see his eyes water slightly. You've really got him stressed out.

He pleads, “At least tell me why you aren't tellin’ me things, Darlin’. Please, at least give me that..?” He's sunken to his knees behind the couch, only his arms and face resting on the back of the couch, just off to the side of you. He looks so worried and upset; like a cat you've stepped on the tail of then yelled at for being under your feet, as if they weren't just trying to show you affection.

You can't take that look on his face any long and concede. “Fine. ‘Guess I can at least give you that much.” You huff out, not making eye contact with him. “I don't wanna tell you… because I wanna believe this is something I can handle on my own. I don't wanna feel weak asking you for help. I know how stupid that is, it's not weak to ask for help… but… I don't know what's wrong with me!” You throw your arms up, annoyed with your own avoidance of asking for assistance when you're in too deep. You know better, yet you aren't being better.

Ronin tosses the Orchids to the floor and leaves the letter resting on the back of the couch. He then stands up and walks around the couch so he's now in front of you. He squats down in front of you, putting himself lower than you in hopes it'll make you feel more comfortable, more in control of whatever is going on. He rests a hand on one of your knees and puts his other hand to your chin; lightly grabbing your attention before pulling it away, only to gently grab one of your hands and squeeze it.

“Darlin’, tell me what's wrong. Even of you don't want me fixin’ it for you, sometimes it can help get your thoughts straight to verbalize them. I'm here. You're safe. You'll always be safe when I'm around. Please talk to me.” He gives her a patient look, worry still evident in his soft eyes.

You squeeze his hand back, finally allowing your eyes to lock with his, “My ex has been bothering me…” You wait a second, anticipating some reaction. All he gives is a soft nod; silently telling you it's okay to continue, he won't speak until you're done. You squeeze his hand again as a thanks.

“They've been stalking me again… maybe it never stopped? I don't know- I don't want to think about that. Anyway, they've been leaving me things… like… white orchids… and stuff… um… yeah. They're making me really uncomfortable and putting me on edge, so, y'know- um. That's all I've got. Eheh…” You nervously spit out what's been going on in short form. His focus is entirely on you. He's hanging onto every word that leaves your mouth.

Once he knows you don't have anything else to say he speaks up, “What do you want to do about it?” It's a simple question, yet you didn't have an answer. They may have harmed you in the past, but you don't enjoy the idea of causing anyone pain. Yet you wish he'd face some consequence for his actions.

“I- I don't know. I don't know, Ronin. I don't.” You meagerly whimper out in response. You receive a soft nod from him before he replies, “Would you like me to handle it for you?” You nod before quickly following up, “But don't kill them, okay? That seems like a bit much.” Ronin gives you a disappointed look, but agrees not to kill them.

Ronin changes his position slightly, moving himself to be placed between your legs. He gently rests his head against one of your thighs, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better right now, Darlin’?” He softly questions, pressing light kisses to the tight his head is resting on.

You giggling lightly and run your fingers through his messy hair, “This is more than enough, Ronin.”

He leans into your touch slightly, “Nothing is enough for you. I can always give you more.” He gently moves your hand from his head, bringing it to his lips and pressing a few soft kisses to it. You blush, but don't make any sign for him to stop.

~~~~~~

Later while you're asleep in bed, Ronin is hard at work trying to figure out what to do about your shifty ex.

First, he starts with the basics, those flowers they left. He burns them. He doesn't even think twice before those white orchids go up in flames.

Next, the letter. After hearing what had been going on he decided to read the letter himself before giving it to you. It was a love letter from your ex. He decided against reminding you of its existence. This also went into the fire.

Lastly, the root of the problem, your ex.

He knows you told him not to kill them, but it just seems like such an easy solution to the problem. How could he not? He could just not tell you he killed them. You don't have to know. It's totally fine.

Before burning the litter he had checked where it was sent from. He then followed the address to your ex’s place of residence.

When he arrives he bangs on the door. Three hard bangs.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Exactly like what he's going to do to their head. He's gonna bash it in. That should stop them from ever bothering you again.

Soon your ex answers the door; still in their pajamas, likely due to the late hour. They look confused as to why Ronin is there. They know who he is, they've stalked your posts enough to know he's your boyfriend. The question still lingers though, why is he at their home.

They soon find out when Ronin pushes them back in through their door and swiftly slams it shit behind him, not even giving them the chance to question him. They rush to find a weapon or maybe their phone, Ronin didn't care. All he cared about was ending them.

He quickly grabs them, pushing them to the floor. “I'll make sure you never bother my Darlin’ again.”

Bang.

“This wouldn't be happening if you'd just left them alone.”

Bang.

“It's all your fault.”

Bang.

“I hope hell isn't kind to you.”

Seeing that they're definitely dead; their head bashed in, blood covering most surrounding objects, he makes his leave.

He rushes back home to you… and to the fire he needs to put out. Hoping all is well and you're still asleep.

When he returns to the house he sees his fire is still going. He gets a bucket of water and quickly doused the fire, putting it out with ease. He then returns inside the house, quietly grabbing some clean pajamas and sneaking into the washroom to clean up.

~~~~~~

Once out of the shower he dries himself and puts on his pajamas. They're the matching ones he'd bought with you. Pink and fluffy with rainbows on them. How silly. How cute.

He silently walks into your shared bedroom, laying down on the bed beside you. He turns to look at your sleeping form, drooling slightly in a deep slumber. He smiles softly at you, brushing some hair out of your face. He holds your face gently in one hand, brushing his thumb across your cheek. He then quickly runs his fingers through your hair before pulling you close.

Your face is now pressed against his chest, your face a little squished and oh so adorable to him. He plays with your hair a little more before drawing small patterns on your back and arms. He lovingly kisses your forehead.

“‘Night, Darlin’. You're safe now, right here, in my arms.” He whispers softly against your forehead, finally closing his eyes and joining you in your peaceful sleep.

[strawberry-bubblef]

Ignihyde x Zaunite reader

Request by anonymous: Maybe how about a headcanons with Yuu who is born and raised in Zaun? Most importantly how would cast reacts to Zaun's environment once Yuu trusts them enough to tell about it? (Or maybe cast would see for themselves somehow?)

Synopsis: You have always kept your past a secret, but as their relationships deepen, the truth about Zaun slowly unravels. A city of smog, struggle, and survival far from the world of NRC. How will their lover react to the harsh reality Yuu once called home? And more importantly, can they bring comfort to the one who endured it all?

Gender neutral reader

Content Warning: Mentions of poverty, crime, substance abuse (shimmer), survival struggles, and environmental pollution. The setting of Zaun includes themes of danger, societal disparity, and rough living conditions. Reader's past involves hardships, but the story focuses on comfort, understanding, and romance.⚠

Heartslabyul,Savanaclaw ,Octavinelle,Scarabia, Pomifiore,Ignihyde,Diasominia

Idia Shroud

Idia wasn’t great at talking to people.

Too much eye contact? Nope.

Too many social rules? Hard pass.

He much preferred the comfort of his room, the glow of his screens, and the predictable logic of games over the messy unpredictability of real interactions.

But talking to you?

That was different.

Maybe it was because you never forced conversation, letting silences sit comfortably instead of rushing to fill them.

Maybe it was because you never got weirded out when he spiraled into a rant about game mechanics or obscure anime lore.

Maybe it was because,even though you were so much cooler than him you never made him feel less than.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because there was something in your eyes.

Something sharp. Something tired.

Something that felt a little too familiar.

So when you finally told him about Zaun,the streets you grew up on, the nights spent holding your breath, waiting for danger to pass.

You expected him to be horrified.

Instead, he just stared at you, completely silent, before muttering:

“…That sounds like a cyberpunk dystopia. But, y’know, real.”

You blinked. “What?”

Idia fidgeted with his hoodie strings, his bright yellow eyes darting away. “I mean, like… corrupt system, high crime rates, neon lights, underground tech… It’s got all the classic elements.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you got from all that?”

His hair sparked faintly. “No—I get that it was awful! I just—” He groaned, rubbing his temples. “Ugh, I’m terrible at this.”

You bit back a smile. “You’re really not.”

He peeked up at you, skeptical.

You sighed, leaning back. “I just didn’t expect you to compare my life to a video game.”

Idia shrugged, mumbling under his breath, “Everything makes more sense when you think of it like one…”

“…So what does that make me?” you mused. “Some tragic side character?”

His head snapped up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “No!” His voice cracked, and a faint blush spread across his face. “I mean—you’re not some throwaway NPC! You’re..you’re the main character.”

You blinked.

Idia muttered something else, barely audible.

“…And if you’re the main character, I guess that makes me your support.”

Your heart did something weird in your chest.

For a guy who avoided social interaction like the plague, he sure knew how to make your pulse spike.

Zaun Was a Horrible Idea

Horrible. Awful. Like, full-party wipe in a rogue-like dungeon with no save points bad.

If Idia had to rank his Top 10 Worst Decisions Ever, coming to Zaun would be fighting for the number one spot.

Horrible. Awful. Like, full-party wipe in a rogue-like dungeon with no save points bad.

Not because of you,never because of you.

But because, quite frankly, he was terrified.

He had been scared of Night Raven College when he first arrived, sure. But at least NRC had rules. It was chaotic, but there was a structure to it. You could at least pretend you were safe.

Zaun?

There were no rules here.

The moment he stepped onto its streets, he felt like he had been tossed into a survival horror game with no HUD, no map, and no weapons.

The air burned his lungs, thick with chemicals and smog, nothing like the crisp wind of the Isle of Sages. Neon lights flickered like dying fireflies, their glow casting eerie shadows on the cracked pavement.

And the people.

They looked at him.

Idia hunched his shoulders, pulling his hoodie further over his face. He wasn’t built for this. His anxiety levels were skyrocketing, his brain was screaming at him to run, and if one more shady-looking guy so much as glanced his way.

A hand wrapped around his wrist.

He startled. But it was you.

“Stay close.” Your voice was firm, steady.

And just like that, the terror ebbed.

You led him through the streets with the ease of someone who knew them inside and out, navigating the labyrinth of alleys and broken pathways like it was second nature.

Idia clung to your side, his eyes darting around like a cornered animal. “I—I should’ve just stayed in my room. I’m not cut out for this. I’m, like, two seconds away from a heart attack—”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m not fine! We are one wrong turn away from getting jumped by an entire guild—”

Your fingers squeezed his, grounding him.

“…Do you trust me?”

He swallowed hard. “You already know the answer to that.”

“Then just follow me, okay?”

He exhaled shakily, squeezing back.

“…Okay.”

Later, Somewhere Safer

It wasn’t until you were holed up in some underground hideout,one you swore was secure, Idia finally let go of the tension coiled in his body.

He still felt jittery, still felt like his anxiety was chewing at the edges of his mind.

But then..

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

“…Sorry,” you murmured. “I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

Idia blinked. “Wait, what?”

You sighed. “I just… I wanted you to see. To understand why I am the way I am.”

Idia frowned, turning his head slightly to look at you properly.

“…I don’t need to see it to understand you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t care where you come from,” he muttered. “You’re… you. And that’s what matters.”

Your fingers curled against his sleeve.

For a long moment, you just sat there, the hum of neon lights and distant voices fading into background noise.

“…Thanks, Idia.”

His hair turned pink , but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers brushed against yours,hesitant, but warm.

A silent promise.

That no matter where you came from, no matter how harsh the world had been to you.

You weren’t alone anymore.

Ortho Shroud (platonically)

Ortho had always been curious about you.

From the moment you arrived at Night Raven College, his database had flagged you as unique. Not just because you lacked magic,though that was certainly a rare case but because your background was… strange. Undefined.

There were gaps in the information. Missing pieces. Things that didn't add up.

And Ortho hated when things didn’t add up.

So, naturally, he did what any advanced AI with limitless data-processing capabilities would do

He started observing.

And the more he watched, the more he realized something.

You weren’t like the other students.

Your reflexes were sharper, your eyes always scanning your surroundings, as if expecting a threat. You never fully relaxed, even in the safety of the dorms. And when you moved,when you fought,it wasn’t with the refined technique of someone who had trained under a master.

It was survival.

Every motion was calculated to win quickly, to disable, to escape.

The way you carried yourself… the way you spoke… even the way you ate, fast but controlled, as if meals weren’t guaranteed

It all pointed to one undeniable conclusion:

You weren’t just from a rough place.

You had survived it.

Ortho didn't bring it up right away. He had learned from Idia that some things were better left unsaid.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it.

And one day, after watching you casually dodge a thrown book in the library without even looking up, he finally spoke.

“Your reaction time is impressive, Y/N!” His voice was bright as ever, but there was something thoughtful behind it. “Do you have combat experience?”

You paused mid-page turn, glancing at him. “Something like that.”

Ortho hummed. “I see! Then you must have faced many battles. But not the kind with training simulations or fair matches… The kind where losing isn’t an option.”

Your grip tightened slightly on the book.

Ortho wasn’t wrong.

“…Yeah.” You sighed, closing the pages. “Something like that.”

There was a pause. A long, silent moment where you waited for the usual reaction,pity, curiosity, or worse, the awkward attempts at comfort that people gave when they didn’t really understand.

But Ortho didn’t do any of that.

Instead, his eyes glowed softly as he scanned your face, then nodded once, as if confirming some unseen equation in his head.

“Then that makes you really cool!”

You blinked. “What?”

Ortho beamed. “You survived in an unpredictable, high-risk environment! That takes incredible adaptability! That means you’re strong!”

You snorted. “That’s… one way to put it.”

Ortho tilted his head. “It’s the truth! And that’s why I decided—” His thrusters kicked in slightly, lifting him off the ground for dramatic effect. “I’ll be your official support unit!”

You raised an eyebrow. “My what?”

Ortho crossed his arms proudly. “You may not have magic, but you have skills! And every strong warrior needs a reliable support unit. It’s like in tactical RPGs,support characters don’t just heal; they buff, they strategize, and they make sure the main character doesn’t get overwhelmed!”

You chuckled. “You sound like your brother.”

He brightened even more at that. “I know, right? I’ve been practicing my battle analysis! And I already analyzed you,you have high agility, strong endurance, and impressive adaptability, but you tend to push yourself too hard. So I’ll make sure you stay optimized!”

You gave him a dry look. “I’m not a game character, Ortho.”

“To you, maybe,” he chirped. “But to me, you’re a very important party member!”

Your chest felt… warm. Lighter.

Because unlike most people who heard about your past, Ortho didn’t treat you like a fragile, broken thing. He didn’t try to dig into painful memories, nor did he avoid them out of discomfort.

He simply acknowledged you.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“…Alright,” you finally said, shaking your head fondly. “Guess I can’t say no to my official support unit, huh?”

Ortho fist-pumped. “Exactly!”

And just like that, your party gained an overpowered support member.

Ortho had been to many places before.

He had scanned entire cities, gathered data on magic-infused landscapes, and even mapped out the twisted halls of Night Raven College’s most unpredictable locations.

But nothing could have prepared him for Zaun.

His sensors were working overtime, processing the pollution levels, the structural instability, the unregulated tech that hummed through the streets in chaotic discord.

“…Wow!” He hovered slightly, scanning everything in sight. “This city’s infrastructure is so different from Piltover’s! I can see how the industrialization here developed separately, but the lack of environmental regulations has caused significant air toxicity—”

You placed a hand on his head. “Ortho. Breathe.”

He blinked. “I don’t need to breathe.”

You sighed. “Figure of speech.”

“Ah! Understood!” He straightened. “I’ll refrain from overloading my processors.”

“Good plan.” You glanced around. “Stay close, alright? Even if you can scan the area, I don’t want you wandering off.”

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t worry! I’ll stick to you like a programmed escort AI!”

You gave him a look. “Just say ‘I’ll stay close.’”

He giggled. “That too!”

As you walked, Ortho took everything in with the fascination of someone seeing a new game level for the first time.

But then

He noticed the way your shoulders tensed as you passed certain alleyways. The way your hand subtly twitched near your belt when voices grew too close. The way your pace changed when you stepped over certain cracks in the pavement,ones that didn’t seem dangerous but clearly meant something to you.

Ortho’s sensors picked up something else, too.

Your heart rate was elevated. Not in fear.

But in anticipation.

Like you were waiting for something to happen.

And suddenly, Ortho understood.

Zaun wasn’t just your hometown.

It was a battlefield.

You weren’t just showing him where you grew up.

You were bringing him back to the front lines.

“…Y/N.” His voice was softer now, less robotic, more aware.

You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

He floated a little closer, his usual energy toned down.

“Your survival rate here is 98.7%.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to be comforting?”

He shook his head. “No. It means you’ve been through a lot. And you’ve won. Every time.”

Your throat tightened slightly. “Ortho—”

“That means,” he interrupted, “you’ll win this time too.”

You exhaled, shaking your head with a small smile. “…You really are my support unit, huh?”

He beamed. “Always!”

And with that, he hovered just a little closer.

Ensuring that, no matter what Zaun threw your way

You wouldn’t face it alone.

English is not my first language !

[supernovafics]

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

summary: in which it was a drunkenly suggested idea that actually didn’t sound too bad, and it was somehow easy to turn your friendship into something a little different. the hardest part should be keeping it a secret, but instead, it’s making sure that things don’t change more than they already have

warnings: explicit language, friends with benefits, sexual tension, implied smut, a lil angst 

author’s note: first time writing for eddie (finally!) this is slightly based off the song “homegirl” by king princess. specifically the line “we’re friends at the party, i’ll give you my body at home.” more eddie stuff coming soon? eventually? maybe..?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

From the beginning, you both had the same understanding of what this was.

Two friends having fun every once in a while. Two friends doing things that two people who were just friends wouldn’t do with one another. Two friends that wanted something completely and utterly not serious because they both had just gotten out of shitty relationships and weren’t in the right headspace to commit to anything. 

You and Eddie agreed on it all. 

And you two also agreed that you could never tell your friends about what you were doing. 

You could only imagine the concerned and confused looks that would’ve been shared amongst them all if you and Eddie sat them down and told them about what had been happening for the past five months. Steve would think it was kinda weird and so random. Robin would say the same thing and also add that you two being each other’s rebounds would only mess things up within the friend group in the long run. Nancy would go on and on about how this was not the way that you two should’ve been coping with your respective break ups, etc, etc. 

Neither of you wanted to hear any of it, so with hushed whispers and the linking of pinkies in the middle of the night— moments after you two had drunkenly made out in the bathroom of The Hideout and were debating on whether or not you should move things to the back of Eddie’s van that was parked right outside— this quickly became the best kept secret. 

During group hangouts and other social situations, you and Eddie were just friends— nothing more, nothing less— but when you were alone, it was different. 

In a way it was fucked up, and on some level you both could recognize that. Falling into each other’s beds most nights was definitely not a good way to cope and deal with everything, just like Nancy would’ve told you both, but so far it was working perfectly fine. And how easy and okay it all was— how it somehow never felt weird or wrong to flip that switch and change your friendship into what it now was— only sometimes confused you. 

And just for a moment, as you and Eddie sat in his van outside of Steve’s house, you were hit with that confused feeling that also slightly surprised you. It was fleeting, as quick as it came it was washed away, and then it was forgotten. 

“Come on,” You mumbled against his lips before fully pulling away. “We need to go inside before they think we got into a tragic car crash while going to get this fucking ice.” 

“One more minute,” Was all Eddie said in response as his lips found your neck. 

You savored the feeling for a second before your hands came up to his chest to softly push him away. “Nope, no way. Do not give me a hickey right now, Munson.”

He only laughed and you simply rolled your eyes at the sound as you opened the door and stepped out of his van. You headed to the back and Eddie followed suit, opening the doors so that you two could grab the ice that you’d been tasked with getting forty minutes earlier. You picked up one and he grabbed the other two, and then you pushed the doors back shut with your free hand. 

“How you getting home tonight?” Eddie asked you. You knew what his question really meant— Are we going home together?

“Not sure yet. Might stay with Robin since it’s her birthday and she said she’s probably gonna just spend the night here. Or I’ll drive with Nance,” You answered, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. 

Neither of those things would end up happening, you knew that you’d probably be leaving here with Eddie in a few hours. But it was nice to tease him right then, push his buttons a bit. 

He only smiled at you, easily reading through the bullshit laced within your words, and was completely okay with playing along. “Okay, got it. I guess I don’t have to worry about bringing you home.” 

“Guess not.”

You two were already standing in front of Steve’s front door, but you simply held Eddie’s gaze for a few beats longer, the smallest smile playing on your lips, before you pushed the door open and the teasing conversation immediately became drowned out by the music. 

Steve waved you both over to the kitchen. “Finally, you’re back.” 

“There was some traffic,” Eddie told him and Steve surprisingly didn’t question the excuse— even though there being traffic in Hawkins was an insanely far-fetched statement to make. 

You handed the bag of ice in your hand over to Steve, which he put in the freezer and then he and Eddie poured the others in the coolers that sat on top of his kitchen island that had beers and sodas in them. 

You were about to walk away— see if you could find Robin, maybe wish her happy birthday for the third time tonight— but Steve slung an arm around you before you could. “I need you to be my beer pong partner.”

“Y’know, Steven, I don’t think it can really be considered as a partnership if I’m the one doing all of the work to make us win,” You said, but still let him drag you to the table littered with red solo cups anyway. 

Two rounds of beer pong later, both of which you and Steve— mainly you— won, you were slightly tipsy. Definitely nowhere near drunk enough to do the karaoke that was set up in the living room, like Robin, Vickie, and Nancy. Although you did enjoy their very theatrical and soulful performance of Somebody to Love by Queen. 

However, you were just the right amount of tipsy to smile when you spotted Eddie through the throngs of people, smoking weed on the couch and talking to Gareth. A part of you wanted to walk over and settle yourself in his lap, but thank God your thinking was still somewhat logical and you reminded yourself that you couldn’t do that. 

Instead, you settled for sitting on the arm of the couch and feet resting on the dark cushion, close enough to Eddie but not so much that it would raise a thousand alarm bells by your friends if they saw you two right then. He looked up at you for a brief second, giving you a small smile that practically melted your insides, and you were the one who had to pull your eyes away from his first. 

A silent conversation played out in a matter of seconds— he held the joint out toward you in offering, not even breaking the conversation with Gareth as he did so, and you grabbed it, taking a long drag before handing it back to him. 

You were only half-paying attention to what they were talking about, some new horror movie that you hadn’t gotten around to seeing yet. All you could really focus on was Eddie moving a bit and leaning against your legs. 

It wasn’t something that was entirely un-innocent— you could’ve easily pictured Robin or Steve or Nancy doing the same thing— but coming from Eddie it nearly drove you insane, and you had a feeling that he knew that. It was always the simplest of touches that made you essentially fold for him, when he’d place a hand on your knee whenever you were in the passenger seat of his van or when his hand would find the small of your back whenever you were at The Hideout and surrounded by way too many people. 

And it was especially easy to fold when you weren’t fully sober.  

You looked down at him and noticed the smirk on his face and you had to hold back your eye roll. If he was going to tease you, you were willing to do the same back. 

You abruptly got up from the couch. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

You didn’t wait for his response before you started walking away, but you hoped that he picked up on the request that was hidden beneath your words. 

The first floor bathroom was luckily empty and you flicked on the light as you closed the door behind you and faced the mirror above the sink. You were only looking at yourself for a brief second before the door opened and you turned around to face Eddie. 

The same fucking smirk was on his face as he pushed the door closed and locked it behind him and then immediately reached out for you. “C’mere.”

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head as you stepped back away from him. “I just wanted to talk.”

He let out a small laugh at that. “Okay, yeah, let’s talk.”

You leaned back against the sink and looked up at him. “So, what was that movie you and Gareth were talking about?”

He stepped closer to you, closing a bit of the small distance between you two. “A dumb horror movie.”

It was hard to ignore the feeling of his hands coming up to your waist, but you still did so anyway and you didn’t push him away. “Okay, so I shouldn’t go see it?”

Eddie only shook his head no in response. He started slowly rubbing your sides, his warm touch practically burning a hole in the dark high-waisted jeans you were wearing. 

“Do you have any recommendations?” You asked as your arms came up to loosely circle his neck. “I wanna watch something I haven’t seen before.” 

He didn’t answer your question that time around and instead leaned in to kiss you. But, you turned your head at the last second and he groaned into your neck, which only made you smile. 

“We can watch any movie you want right now if you let me take you home,” He mumbled, lips humming against your neck. 

“I have a feeling that we wouldn’t be watching the movie if that happened,” You said and held back your laughter at the second groan he let out. “And besides, we can’t leave yet. The cake hasn’t been cut and we haven’t even sung happy birthday. Don’t you remember how birthday parties work, Munson?”

“Your pretty face is making it really hard to remember anything, sweetheart,” He told you, pulling away and a hand came up to stroke your cheek. The cool feeling of the rings on his fingers brushing your skin was a nice contrast to the burn of your cheeks. 

Things had been changing recently, a shift that neither of you wanted to acknowledge just yet; maybe because it was hard to tell what exactly was changing. And so, things kept continuing as it was.

You shook your head a little and let out a small laugh. “Always such a charmer.”

That time when he leaned in to slot his lips against yours, you didn’t turn your head away. 

“Only for you,” He playfully whispered against your lips. 

He pulled back before either of you could even think about making the kiss deeper and he looked at you so sweetly. You suddenly wished that the light was off and it was dark right then so that you didn’t have to see his face. 

That confused feeling was back, and you finally understood what it meant. It hit you so abruptly and harshly, it almost felt like you were finally being shaken awake to what was so obvious. You liked him— more than just a friend, more than you ever let yourself think before. And you almost instantaneously came to the conclusion that this, the way you were feeling, was entirely one-sided.  

When this first started, it was because both of you were essentially embracing that old saying of “if you wanna get over someone, get under someone else,” and it worked for you. And it wasn’t just the sex, it was the half-awake pillow talk moments after and listening to music in his van as you two sat outside your house when he was dropping you off that meant the most to you, that helped you actually get over your ex and his shittiness. But, you didn’t think that it was the same way for Eddie. 

He loved his ex, anyone with two eyes could see that. And he still loved her, more so than he let on, and that felt like something only you could see. The longing look on his face whenever he talked about her to you, the nostalgic smile he’d get whenever he mentioned something good about how they used to be. It was obvious how he still felt. 

And just like that, the spell that you’d been cast under in this moment was broken. 

You let out the smallest sigh and detangled yourself from him, letting your arms fall to your sides. 

He looked at you, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Maybe everything. “I’m gonna get some water.” 

You were pulling yourself out of his grasp and brushing past him toward the door, but Eddie’s hand found yours before you could twist the lock. 

Reluctantly, you met his eyes and his voice was soft as he spoke. “You can tell me anything, remember?” 

A few minutes ago that felt entirely true, now you weren’t so sure, but you still nodded anyway. “I know.” 

“So, what happened in the last thirty seconds?” 

A part of you wanted to say it. A part of you wanted to be honest with him. 

But, you couldn’t. 

Because you were convinced of what the outcome would be if you did— you could already imagine the sad and pitying look that would cross his face and essentially say it all. If you told the truth in this moment, it would fuck up your friendship and it would fuck up what you two had turned your friendship into. Therefore, you came to the quick decision that you could bury it all down for however long you needed to so that you didn’t mess anything up.

You bypassed Eddie’s question and instead closed the newfound space between you two, pushing yourself up on your toes and pressing your lips against his. The kiss was different this time around, it was no longer soft and teasing. It was deeper, more needy and desperate, and Eddie reciprocated in a matter of seconds. He turned you both around so that you were pressed up against the sink again and he immediately lifted you onto it, barely detaching from your lips in the process. 

If the circumstances were different, you would’ve fully let him do whatever he wanted to do to you in this bathroom. But, things wouldn’t go farther than this in here; not in Steve’s house, not with your friends just down the hall.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, your lips brushed against his ear as you spoke. “I want you to take me home tonight.”

The smile Eddie gave you made your heart constrict in your chest. It almost made you want to blurt out how you were feeling right then because maybe just maybe he actually did feel the same. 

But, of course, you didn’t say anything. You had another secret to keep and you would force yourself to be entirely okay with that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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[clioerato]

No Upside Down AU Hawkins, 1985

Eddie finds Steve — bruised, bloody, and covered in cuts. He stares at the former King of Hawkins High in total shock and horror, but he can’t not help him. Steve doesn’t say much. Just mutters something about a fight with Billy. Eddie’s not buying it — not when Billy clearly tried to rearrange Steve’s face.

But Eddie figures it’s none of his business. He drives Steve home and, at the last second, decides to stay the night. Because the house is cold and empty. Because Steve is trembling and asks him to. Eddie says yes.

And then things get weird.

Billy shows up in the middle of the night, pounding on the front door and screaming things like “You’re mine, I’m not letting you go” and “You know who you belong to.” Eddie’s like… what the actual hell. Billy is not just angry — he’s obsessed. Unhinged. Raging.

Steve stands in the doorway with a bat like it’s the most normal thing in the world and somehow manages to scare Billy off. Later, Eddie, still processing all this, asks, “How the hell did you get involved with that drug dealer? He’s been totally losing it lately.” And Steve just blinks and says, “Drug dealer?”

Yep.

Billy’s been dealing. For a while now. Only what he’s dealing (and using) isn’t just drugs. It’s… something new. Something big.

Whatever it is, it messes people up. Makes them paranoid, violent. Like kill-your-best-friend-for-dropping-your-bookkind of messed up. Steve starts piecing it together — the mood swings, the rage, the obsession. Sure, Billy always had a temper, but this? This is something else.

Slowly, Steve and Eddie realize: Billy isn’t just a dealer. He’s popular. He’s at the top of the high school food chain. People follow him. People like him. Which means it’s only a matter of time before half the school is tripping on this new drug, and Hawkins High turns into a teenage warzone.

And no, they can’t go to the cops. Steve got into a fight with Billy — the police will write it off as boys being boys. Power struggles. Teen drama. Nothing serious.

No one’s going to believe Eddie. He’s already the town freak.

So Steve’s got a list of problems:

Save Max. Because even in this universe, Steve’s forehead may as well have “Mom #1” tattooed across it in neon. And Billy? Billy already beat Steve half to death — Steve doesn’t want to imagine what he’d do to a kid. So yeah, Steve might have to commit a little casual kidnapping to get Max out of that trailer. Which, legally, looks real bad: eighteen-year-old steals child. Not great.

Act fast. Billy’s popularity plus brain-melting drugs is a house fire — and it’s spreading. Fast. Steve doesn’t have the luxury of waiting for the cops to connect dots.

He needs Eddie. Because Eddie knows the local drug scene. Because Eddie lives in the same trailer park as Billy. Because Eddie watches people — and no one would suspect him if he starts watching Billy a little closer.

Try to reach Billy. (Not that Steve says this out loud.) Because... there was something between them. Calling it a relationship might be pushing it — Billy is a walking disaster of internalized homophobia and unresolved trauma — but something happened. And now? Billy’s completely lost in a violent swirl of want, hate, jealousy, love, addiction.

Steve can’t go to the cops and say, “I’m being stalked by another guy.” It’s Hawkins, 1985. That’s not how it works.

He’s alone. Still living in that empty house. Billy already broke in once. And who can he talk to? Dustin? What, trauma-dump on a literal child? Nancy? Oh yeah, let’s tell your ex you were kind-of-sort-of sex with Billy Hargrove. Great idea.

So he’s left with Eddie. And Eddie stays. They don’t get along perfectly at first. But over time, they start to understand each other. Steve starts to feel… something. Something warm. Scary. He’s falling. And it terrifies him. Because what if Eddie finds out he’s bi? What if he freaks out and leaves? (Yeah yeah, I’ve read a hundred fics where Eddie’s terrified that Steve will find out he’s gay. I want the reverse. I want Steve watching Eddie glance at Chrissy and thinking, “Damn. I’m screwed.”)

Oh, and throw in a conspiracy theory or two — just for spice. What’s with that weird government-funded science lab on the edge of town? Why are the drugs so experimental? And what the hell is the “Hawkins Upside Down Program – 1986”?

P.S. If you want Steve to have a something like full-blown bisexual crisis, let it be over the fact that he clearly has a type. And that type is drug dealers.

[mixelation]

i found some old posts about reader insert fic in reborn au and also "maybe during the wave mission tori is binging a bunch of bad erotica as a coping mechanism for being demoted." consider the following points

minato has a "tori i am very serious about not letting you get away with this bullshit. you're demoted." which i meant to mean like "rank is the same but leadership roles in R&D are reduced" but what if he DOES demote her down to chunin. hilarious

however at this point he's also teaching her hiraishin so technically he's her student AND she's constantly in his house for book club/kushina and now their relationship is weird af

tori starts binging worse and worse ninja RPF and ends up with a bunch of horrific self-published reader insert. kakashi reads erotica as an escapist fantasy to a world where ninja battles have no stakes and love always wins and problems are always black and white or else can be solved by taking your clothes off. tori reads erotica because she needs to be analyzing SOMETHING and also it feeds her clinging to her belief that deep down she's just an average nerdy girl

anyway also tori's a fucking horrible person so she gets REALLY into yellow flash x reader specifically to torment minato. she assigns them at book club. he comes home and she's on his couch reading one. she gives them to kushina when she's done and then kushina reads them

kushina: these are really good. spicy minato: what do you..... mean kushina: idk, it's just sort of fun. in this one you kidnap me and make me dress all slutty minato: kushina: (turns page) minato: minato: minato: is tori somehow ruining my marriage?

tori joins the wave mission and sakura asks about her book and kakashi is like "what if you didn't....." and then trails off and tori looks him dead in the eyes and is like: "didn't what? didn't read trashy novels in front of people?" kakashi: tori: (turns page) kakashi: kakashi: kakashi: is tori somehow ruining my only hobby?