#and if he was like...wouldn't cap have slightly different feelings about him?

[spacerangersam]

putting my own twopence out there about the idea of havers somehow having something to do with the captain’s death: uh, no, i don’t he did? i think the actor has come back for season 5, but i assume that’s to film a scene with him and cap before he left for africa? idk, it would cut of ruin the emotional impact of the scene where cap’s remembering him leaving, thinking it’s the last time he’ll ever see havers, if he just- came back afterwards?

it’s difficult because i know ghosts does kind of like to pull things out of nowhere eg fanny’s maths skills and carol’s cheating, but even so, i don’t think they’d go so far to completely undercut such an emotional scene by having havers pop up after like it was no big deal.

[doctor-dusk]

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

there’s a first time for everything.

warnings: blowjob, fetus!alex (yep, he’s virgin). that’s all.

word count: 3.7k

this was based on a request. idk what to say, i love fetus!alex, but i don't know if it turned out well lol. hope you enjoy (especially the anon who requested it) :3

it was like, the fourth time in five minutes that he was checking you out. not that it didn't happen often, he always tried to be very discreet so that you wouldn't notice. he sat two chairs behind you, right in the next row on your left.

you had already studied together a few times in elementary school, you were always the kind of girl who attracted attention, you weren't as popular as the other preppy girls, but you were able to twist a few necks whenever you passed by. including his.

and with that, you had become a cheerleader now at college. which certainly ended up attracting more looks than you would have liked, but you didn’t let it change you for good. you were always nice to him, you exchanged a few words from time to time, but you weren't really friends. just good colleagues. but he wanted so much more. 

it was ridiculous for him to let himself have a crush on you. i mean, all guys did at this point. he would be no different. but he was deluded enough to think that he could have a chance with you.

the chances are slim, but never zero.

the class was boring, so boring that looking at you was more interesting than listening to the old teacher talk. on this particular day, he was horny. so horny.

alex could say that puberty had gotten to him really badly, and apparently, it kept getting to him. he watched you shifting on your seat, your flared skirt that was part of your cheerleader uniform riding up a little higher, his eyes widening slightly as he closed his fist, his knuckles turning white as if he was trying to dispel this strange feeling that was making his body hot and his mind dizzy.

he blinked a few times, rubbing his eye and looking down at the white sheet of his notebook that only had the date written on it. poor boy, so distracted that he didn't even know what the class was talking about that day.

then, his eyes returned to you again, scanning you from head to toes. your body was slightly bent forward, your forearms resting on the desk as your hand held the red pen between your fingers, occasionally bringing it to your mouth absentmindedly, nibbling the plastic cap.

alex was already imagining what else your mouth was capable of doing, all the possible scenarios running through his head like a movie, his jeans getting tight under his desk. but he was so lost in his small and deep devotion that he didn't even notice you looking back at him when you turned your head when a colleague asked a question.

your eyes met briefly, he widened his eyes when he realized you had noticed his shameless stare, looking away to the side, pretending to be paying attention to what the colleague was asking.

you let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head, leaving your pen inside its pencil case. now, it was your turn to look at him.

the skin on his face was still covered in pimples, his cheeks marked with red dots. his nose scrunched a bit, his eyes always so restless and his body in the worst possible posture, trying to find a comfortable position in the chair.

he looked at you again, his eyes widened one more time as he saw that you were already looking at him. he mentally cursed himself, his face getting even redder as he ran his hand over his cheek, avoiding your gaze, just as the devil flees from the holy cross.

you bit your lip. he was cute. so cute.

class ended, everyone was packing up their materials to leave the classroom. you took your time, purposely slowly packing your materials inside your backpack, your peripheral vision just waiting for the moment he would pass by you.

as soon as you noticed him walking by with the strap of his backpack over one shoulder, you called him out.

‘’turner.’’ you said, loud enough for him to hear. he stopped at his tracks, looking over his shoulder with a look of confusion and curiosity at the same time. ‘’do you have a minute?’’

he thought about saying no. that he had to take his fish to the vet or something. he was pretty sure it had to do with the looks you exchanged during class, and he was scared shitless that you would scold him.

‘’y-yeah, sure.’’ he nodded, still keeping his distance, his fist closing around the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

you leaned against your desk, sitting on the edge, your arms folded over your chest as you studied his nervous expression for a while.

‘’i saw the way you looked at me earlier.’’

‘’i wasn't looking at ya', i…’’ he stuttered a little, shaking his head, trying to hide it.

‘’it's okay, i didn't think it was bad and i'm not complaining to you, you know.’’ you shrugged, seeing that he had relaxed a little, but a slight frown appeared right between his eyebrows. ‘’actually, i... want to know what you were thinking.’’

‘’what was i thinking? i mean…’’ he said, he was so shy and so awkward, he simply wanted to run away from that classroom that incredibly only had the two of you.

‘’yeah, what were you thinking? your cheeks got all flushed, you were completely restless. you must have been thinking about something.’’ you said, raising your eyebrows. he felt like a pressure cooker about to explode.

‘’i don't think it's very appropriate, to be quite honest with you.’’ he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze, his eyeballs falling to your thighs, seeing how they were pressed together.

‘’oh, no? that made me more curious.’’ you smirked, licking your lips. he held his breath, feeling how his heart was beating ridiculously fast. ‘’tell me. i won't judge you.’’

he looked around, as if that even made any sense. he had never gotten to that part with a girl. hell, he barely knew how to flirt properly.

‘’i was looking at you... well, your body, your lips…’’ he muttered, feeling like he was committing a sin, feeling so embarrassed for saying that out loud to you.

‘’yeah? you wanted my lips?’’ you asked and he nodded. ‘’where?’’

he let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. he didn't believe you would make him say that.

‘’you know where.’’ he mumbled. you smiled widely.

‘’naughty boy. and here i thought you were shy.’’ you giggled, getting off the table and taking a few steps towards him until he felt his lower back on the desk next row. he swallowed hard, not used to such a sudden approach from a girl.

‘’after all, one thing has nothing to do with the other. it's not because i'm shy that i don't think that kind of thing.’’ he responded, still feeling shy, but slightly confident. you were baiting him, after all.

‘’what if i told you i wanted to do what you were thinking?’’ you answered him.

“i'd say you're fuckin' lying.” he shot back and you feigned offense, putting your hand on your chest. he was too skeptical to believe it.

“gonna break my heart like this, al.” you pouted and he squinted his eyes slightly, not believing you completely. you let out a laugh through your nose, looking around the classroom. it wasn't safe to do anything there right now. “meet me in the gym locker room in 15 minutes.”

alex was at a huge impasse. you could be bluffing. but you could also be telling the truth. he couldn't be sure until he actually tested it.

he didn't even realize that he was already in front of the gym's locker room door. it was too empty at that time, considering that training didn't happen every day. in his head, the 15 minutes had already passed.

he took a deep breath, his hand closing around the metal door handle. locked. 

he laughed to himself. why would he think you were serious? you're probably in the comfort of your own home right now, laughing in your friends group chat saying that you made another fool of a guy today.

when he turned to leave and pretend nothing had happened, he saw your figure appearing in his field of vision, your left hand holding a plastic cup with iced tea while the other rummaged through your backpack. 

“oh, there you are. sorry i’m late, i went to buy some iced tea.” you said as soon as you saw him, shaking the clear cup of tea, the ice cubes making a little crackling sound. “it's really hot today, do you want some?” 

“n-no, thank you.” he stammered, blinking a few times. he was too stunned to accept a sip.

“alright. can you hold it for me then?’’ you held out the cup to him and he took it, now your hands were free to rummage through your backpack. “pretty sure i kept it here…” you mumbled to yourself. 

you mumbled a few more times until you finally found the small set of keys. oh, you were trustworthy enough to have a copy of the locker room keys, or else you wouldn't have even suggested that place.

“here. for a minute there i thought i'd lost it.’’ you laughed, dangling the keys in front of him and unlocking the locker room door. ‘’c’mon.’’ you gestured for him to enter. 

alex felt like he was going to commit some crime or something like that, the adrenaline along with the fear of the unknown ran through his veins, making him sweat as he followed you through the locker room. he heard you lock the door behind you, leaving your backpack on one of the benches.

you walked past him, picking up the cup again from his hand and frowning.

‘’what?’’ you asked him.

‘’what?’’ he repeated your question, but he genuinely hadn't even heard, he was so nervous that he was acting like a clown.

‘’are you nervous?’’ you asked him, swirling your tongue around the red straw, sucking the cold liquid into your mouth. this simple act made him imagine too many things.

‘’yeah, a bit.’’ he admitted, clearing his throat. ‘’i mean... are you serious?’’

‘’what are you talking about?’’ you tilted your head to the side, it was at least entertaining to see him scratching the back of his neck, searching for the right words to say.

‘’i dunno, i'm just…’’ he stuttered a bit when you got closer, he took a small step back, his body hitting the first metal cabinet right behind him, making a loud noise. ‘’god.’’

‘’don't worry. we can start with a little kiss, how about it?’’ you suggested, putting the empty cup of tea on the bench next to your backpack. he swallowed hard, the idea not sounding bad for him after all. ‘’have you kissed before?’’

‘’yeah, a few times.’’ he mumbled, not specifying how many times. he didn't want to be a laughing stock for you.

‘’good.’’ you replied, not giving him time to respond back as you kissed him. it was calm, you didn't want to make him more nervous than he already was, since he couldn't even open his mouth to let your tongue enter when you asked him to.

but in a few seconds he reacted, his mouth opening slightly, feeling your taste in his mouth as you slide your tongue in. it was cold and refreshing, with a slight taste of peach and hibiscus because of the tea you were drinking. he liked it so fucking much, like he wanted to devour you if he could.

the kiss prevailed for a while longer, your tongues tangling as the tension in his shoulders gradually decreased, but in compensation his arousal increased, the pressure between his legs becoming more and more unbearable as his jeans seemed too tight for him again.

‘’wow. you're a good kisser.’’ he said, panting a bit when you broke the kiss. it wasn't like it was his first kiss, but considering he had a crush on you, your kiss was the best ever.

‘’you're not so bad yourself.’’ you giggled, making him giggle nervously back. and then he kissed you again, enjoying the idea of ​​feeling your mouth against his, your teeth gently colliding as you got closer, your body pressing against his, feeling his heat increasing along with yours.

you felt safe enough to put your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them down his arms until you reached his sides, his breath getting stuck on his throat when your fingers ghosted on the skin of his stomach as you moved your hand under the gray cotton shirt he was wearing.

your lips left his, kissing the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw. you could even feel the small pimples of his face against your lips, but you didn't care, trailing your kisses to his neck as he tried not to faint there, his eyes closing immediately, as if every single touch or kiss could make him melt there.

but oh, he almost loses it when you palmed him over his jeans, letting out a low groan from the back of his throat. he seemed to be thick. it makes you excited.

when alex opened his eyes, you were already kneeling in front of him, your hands playing with the straps of his belt.

‘’wait, wait.’’ he asked, holding your hands, making you stop. ‘’are you going to... really?’’

‘’yeah. i thought you wanted this.’’ you said, looking up, your eyes meeting his were so tempting that he almost gave in completely if he wasn't doubting it.

‘’no, i do, but... are you really going to do it? like, for free?’’ he asked and you frowned.

‘’you saying it like that makes it sound like you should pay me like i'm some kind of prostitute.’’ you said and he widened his eyes, realizing that the way he said it really sounded like that, shaking his head immediately.

‘’no, no, god- i didn't mean like that, i'm sorry, i just…’’ he said in a pleading way, gathering his thoughts. ‘’i'm fuckin’ nervous, okay? i've never done this before and you're so fuckin’ pretty and every guy in this place probably wants to be in my shoes and-’’

‘’is this your first time?’’ you interrupted his rambling. he nodded shyly. he could have expected you to get up and leave, but you just smiled at him, understanding his nervousness much more now that he had confessed it. ‘’it's okay. we’ll take it slow.’’

‘’are you sure?’’ he asked, blinking a few times, feeling your hands squeezing his gently.

‘’yep. there's a first time for everything.’’ you said in a way that comforted him. ‘’besides, i like you, al. so i want to do this for you.’’

he felt touched by what you said. he expected his first sexual experience to be at least disastrous, the kind that he would be embarrassed to tell his friends about because it was catastrophic.

but with you, it felt natural. and it felt right.

he let go of your hands, and they were soon back to touching the rough material of his jeans, unbuttoning them easily, but at the same time, slowly. you wanted to take your time, to build the anticipation, if you could build more anticipation than that when he was practically jumping out of his boxers when you pulled his pants down to just below his hips.

and wow, he was long and thick. you could see perfectly the outline of his cock marking his underwear, the precum already dampening the fabric.

his eyes never left you for a second, his heart was beating so fast that he was thankful for having a cabinet behind him so he could support his body weight, or else he would have already fallen to the floor.

your fingers tugged the waistband of his underwear, you looked at him one last time before pulling the piece down, leaving it at the height of his pants, freeing his throbbing length from the confines of his boxers. the shame of exposure together with the cold air hitting the sensitive skin makes it twitch a bit.

‘’you alright there?’’ you asked just to check and see if you could continue.

‘’mhmm, 'm fine.’’ he nodded, hissing a bit when he felt your hand finally wrapping around his cock. it was smaller, more delicate. it was totally different than feeling his own hand, even if the concept was the same. ‘’god, feels so good…’’

‘’i've barely started.’’ you chuckled, feeling how warm he was, how heavy he was in the palm of your hand. the tip was barely hidden under the foreskin, so you wrapped your fingers around it, pulling it back slightly, exposing the red head of his cock to you, more precum leaking through the slit.

he was loving the attention, despite the embarrassment. but he couldn't help but want more. he was so horny, so desperate for your touch, for your mouth.

‘’please…’’ he mumbled, almost like an inaudible whisper. oh, but you heard it. and you loved it.

without wasting much time, you lifted your chin a little, just enough for you to set your eyes right on him, sticking your tongue out to get the first taste of him, salty and sticky.

he could barely form a curse word, the feeling was so different, so good. he's imagined it so many times in his head, but it doesn't even come close to reality. it was hot, wet, slippery, and torturous. all of that together. 

“oh my god, fuck, i can't…” he muttered, he didn't even know how to react, feeling your tongue swirling around his tip, as he imagined when he saw you doing that with the straw.

“it's ok, just feel it.” you hummed, your hand firmly around the base so you could suck him off properly, your lips wrapping around it. 

his face scrunched up a little, as much as he wanted to watch you, his eyes kept closing, enjoying the way your mouth welcomed his cock like a warm hug, taking him little by little.

“s-so good, so good…” alex repeated, swallowing his saliva, looking down at you. he noticed that your hair was falling on your face, some strands sticking to your mouth and his own cock because of the saliva. he acted quickly, moving the strands that stuck out of the way, gently holding your hair, closing his fist around it. “better?” 

“mhmm.” you nodded, your mouth too full of his cock to answer with words, the vibrations of your throat sending shivers down his spine.

his head was spinning with sensations, and he wanted to live in that moment forever. his grip on your hair tightened, he tried to keep his hips in place, not wanting to catch you by surprise and end up hurting you if he moved forward, even if slightly.

you're doing so good for him, giving your best because you thought that he deserves this. he was a mess, just like you. it was hard not to drool on his thick cock, letting it run down your chin and drip onto the floor.

you started to use both hands to stroke him, adding to the pleasure and it was right here that he knew he couldn't hold on much longer, as much as he wanted to hold on as long as possible, it was impossible to ignore the heat consuming him inside out, that feeling that was gradually increasing.

“please, i c-can't hold back.” he groaned, falling into a discreet despair at being so close, his eyes locking on yours. “i don't know where…”

“on my mouth.” you answered him, sticking your tongue out, your hand pumping his cock faster, eventually sucking just the tip so you could take him there.

he didn't last long at that rate, coming hard on your mouth, the warm and sticky release hitting the back of your throat, filling your mouth as you hummed in satisfaction as he came apart, shaking and panting like never before, hips bucking without any control. 

he was so caught up in the feeling of orgasm hitting him so hard that he couldn't even see you swallowing his cum, still gathering the last remnants, giving him kitten licks as you waited for him to come down from his high.

“ah, fuck, that was… fuck.” he breathed through his mouth, regaining some consciousness, his body completely limp, leaning against the locker because his knees were too weak for him to stand on his own. 

“did you like it?” you asked him, looking up as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“are you kidding? yeah, a lot. like... god, i can't explain.” he said, feeling you giving his softening cock one last peck before you stood up, standing on your heels. 

this gave him time to get ready again, putting his sensitive cock back in his underwear, pulling up his jeans again. you cleaned around your mouth, wiping away the saliva that had run down your chin, a short silence fell before he could break it.

“did you like it?” he couldn't help repeat your question, he wanted to know your opinion, if it was as good for you as it was for him. 

“yeah. you're kinda big, you gave me a bit of trouble.” you joked, massaging your jaw and he laughed a little embarrassed. 

“sorry, i guess.”

“i'm not complaining, turner. in fact… i'm up for next time if you want.” you suggested, taking your backpack back, not forgetting to throw the empty plastic cup in the trash.

“next time?” he asked, watching you unlock the door, your head peeking out to confirm that there was no one there and that the two of you could leave. then, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“yeah. i can't wait for you to eat me out on that desk.” you gestured to the table in the corner of the room. he turned red as a tomato, and that made you laugh. he was cute. so cute. "bye bye.”

and then, you left him behind, with a full head and high expectations, but with a big smile on his face.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

feathers

-> lucifer x mc

-> lucifer sheds feathers and mc keeps them

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

happy birthday luci

content warnings: none other than I have no idea what the stem of a feather is called and google tells me 6646 different things also I forgot to use caps plus I have no idea if feathers can even shed writing this whole thing made me realise I know nothing about birds

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lucifer sometimes sheds a feather or two, you collect them and keep them in a pretty box. his feathers are nice and soft to the touch, the color a beautiful true pitch black. they turn slightly more see-through at the ends, and they are densest near the quill. each feather is truly beautiful.

lucifer doesn't know you keep his shed feathers, you never told him because there's no right time. why go up to someone and say 'hey, I keep your feathers, by the way.' but you always felt like he somehow knew, lucifer knows everything about what happens in this house. but you were wrong.

you caught the avatar of pride drinking coffee in his office at 4am, clearly he was stressed so you decided to cheer him up a little. you had no idea why but somehow you thought of showing him your luci feather collection. you left briefly and returned with the little box and gave it to him. lucifer's eyes widened when he realised you were collecting his shed feathers, you love him that much? he hugged you close, mainly so you wouldn't see the blush on his face and carefully closed the little box. you made him feel loved, and he'll be sure to collect his own feathers for your collection too.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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The sun had yet to set, but David was awake already. He hadn't slept well, troubled by the events of the night before. As much as the end of the night had been good, the beginning had been horrible. There were many things that bothered him about it. First of all, how had they not realised that Julie's aversion to certain people had to do with their blood type? They all smelt the differences - A's were sweet, whereas B's were leaning towards savoury, and O's being good, but depending on your mood rather bland. Vanilla, if you must. They all had their preferences. So why hadn't hey made that connection? They had seen her hunt every night, and they had noticed her pickiness. He sighed as he landed on the ground, sitting down to put his boots on.

Then there was the fact that Max seemed to know more than he let on. This wasn't unusual. The man preferred to keep his knowledge mainly to himself, especially the small details. But in this case, however, where a young vampires life was - literally, as they found out - on the line, it was weird. Why would he keep vital information like a blood allergy to himself? David knew for certain that Max knew more about Julie's situation than he let on. That worried him as well. He could understand why Julie didn't want to know anything about her past, but for Max not to say anything about it? It wasn't like him. Max always told David the important things. Enough, so he and the boys were safe. Julie was part of that group now, whether she wanted to or not - or whether he accepted it or not. In the four days she spent with them, all of the boys came to the same conclusion. She was their little sister.

Besides his worries, especially about whether or not Max could actually provide Julie's wellbeing if he kept secrets, he also had a meeting with Max to look forward to. Max had let him go the night before, but now that he had 'cooled down', Max wanted him to visit as soon as possible to discuss a plan. David only hoped that his sire would finally decide to play the open card and put all details and all information upon the table. He doubted it, though.

David entered the main part of the cave, taking the bejewelled bottle out of the red metal cabinet. He popped the cap off, taking a long satisfying sip, before putting it back. The sun had set. It was time to go.

Julie woke up in her own bed, Thorn no longer laying next to her. She frowned slightly, wondering why he wasn't there. Thorn was a godsend. Thanks to his presence, she slept better, feeling protected. She had fewer nightmares when the dog was around, and she had to admit that him not being there when she woke up unsettled her.

Slowly, she sat up, rubbing her eyes before stretching. It was only 7.30 in the evening. She yawned, walking towards her window. She stood to the side, taking the middle part of the curtain and slowly but surely moving it aside. She looked on without breathing, hoping that there was no more sun - otherwise, she'd be trapped in this corner of her room until the sun would set. As the curtain moved further, an unnatural yellow light shone into her room. Julie smiled. If the streetlantern was on, it was dark out. She was about to open the other curtain when she stopped herself. Instead, she closed the other one as well.

She needed a shower, she thought quietly as she realised how greasy her hair felt. Walking towards her white wardrobe and opening the doors, she let out a disappointed sigh. She should have remembered. All her clothes and all the other things the boys had gifted her were in the cave. She sighed, hoping that her clothing wouldn't smell too bad before stepping into the bathroom. The room was functional. That was the best way to describe it. White tiles, on both the floor and the walls. A single sink, also white with a standard taphead. Above it, a large rectangular mirror. The shower was located within the bathtub, leaving her the option for a bath - even though she didn't prefer it. It felt too vulnerable.

As she undressed, she couldn't help but glance at the mirror, expecting to see her own body. Instead, she saw nothing except for some floating items of clothing. She sighed. How would she ever get used to a live without a reflection? She had never really been into makeup, but now she wouldn't even have the ability to try it - how could she, if she couldn't see what she was doing? Or what about creative hairstyles? Without a mirror, that was difficult to do. She shook her head as she turned to the shower, turning it on. She would get used to it all, probably. She had to, anyway. It was her life now.

Max was seated at the kitchen table. The medical files were laid out in front of him, the mess from the night before - both the bottles Julie had needed to recover and the dishes she'd made while baking - still there. He sighed as he saw the photographs of Julie. She looked so happy and careless in those pictures, taken when she was seventeen. She had been full of life and joy, a bright spark in her eyes. If Max compared that to how she was now, trying so hard to be strong and brave, but acting so timid, so careful not to anger or bother anyone. A heavy sigh escaped him. She had been seventeen when she ended up at COL's facility. What would the Company of Life want with a teenage girl? Why had no one looked for her? And how much harm had been brought to her in those years? Max didn't want to imagine it, but he had to know. He had to know who had done this so he could make sure they'd never do this to Julie - or any other people - again. He had to make sure Julie was safe and happy - and that she would heal. He would do everything in his power to bring the old Julie back, the one with that bright spark in her eyes.

He looked up as he heard the shower turn on, startled by the sudden sound. "Shit!" He jumped up, chair falling upon the ground as he ran upstairs, knocking on Julie's bedroom door. "Julie? Julie! Don't get in the shower, the water-"

It was too late, he heard a loud crash, a pained gasp. He quickly went to his own bathroom, taking a large towel and returning to Julie's bedroom door. He closed his eyes before calling out. "I have my eyes closed. I am just bringing you a towel. Once you're dried off, the water should stop hurting."

Slowly, he stepped into the room, reaching out the hand in which he held the towel. It took three blind steps before he felt ice-cold fingers grabbing his hand, desperately pulling the towel from it. He stepped away, stopping when he heard a knock on the floor. He didn't know how, but the knock sounded demanding.

"Streaming water can hurt vampires. I am deeply sorry that I forgot to mention this. It is no excuse, but you must understand that I am old. Showers are a relatively new thing, and I have never actually gotten around to using them. I am sorry. I-"

He didn't know what else to say. Julie didn't care about his apology either. She quickly dried herself off, wincing as she saw the thick red blisters all over her body. They itched and tingled. It hurt, quite a bit, and where her human brain would tell her to cool it under some cold water, she was now terrified of touching the tap.

Once dry, she quickly put the sweater and trousers from the day before on, knocking twice to gain Max' attention. He looked up. "Are you decent?"

Julie knocked again.

Max opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at her. He sighed, taking his glasses off as he rubbed his eyes. Her skin was bright red, and her eyes were filled to the brim with tears. He gave her a sincere apologetic smile, his regret shining through. "I should have dismounted the shower head," he said softly as he kneeled in front of Julie. "If there is anything I can do to make this right, please just tell me."

Julie shook her head quietly, trying as best as she could not to cry. Max nodded. He understood the pain she felt all too well, having had a run-in with a shower once about a decade ago. The blisters had hurt, and the only thing able to lessen the pain was blood. He reached out his hand to Julie, glad to see that despite her hurt, she still took it. When she stood, he told her to go down stairs and get herself some blood out of the fridge.

"I've removed all the bottles with blood you're allergic to. You should avoid an O negative."

Julie nodded, heading downstairs. Max stayed behind, breaking the shower head off with ease. There was no way that Julie would get hurt by running water again.

Julie slowly descended down the stairs, her legs hurting with every step she took. Once downstairs, Thorn came running towards her, jumping up and down - but stopping when she ignored him. With his ears down, he retreated to his dogbed. Julie shot him an apologetic look, hoping that he understood it wasn't personal. She opened the fridge, taking out an A positive after tripple checking the label. She drank, not even bothering to transfer the blood from inside the bloodbag into a glass. After the first gulp, she noticed that the itching became less. After the second, she began to feel less irritation. By the time she finished, all signs of blisters had vanished. She opened the trashcan, located left from her under the sink, to throw the empty bag away, noticing about a dozen filled bags with O negative. Max had thrown everything away for her.

"You were hurt. Again."

Julie jumped, slamming the fridge door close as David suddenly stood behind her. She looked at him with an annoyed expression - he had sneaked up on her quite a lot during her time with them - before sighing and nodding.

"What happened?"

Julie pointed to the tap, causing David to shudder. "Shit." He looked at Julie, noticing that she was no longer physically harmed, just shaken. "Are you feeling better?"

Julie shrugged. She had preferred not to get hurt in the early morning and to just get clean, but considering everything that happened, she figured she was okay. She'd use a bath cloth to get clean in the future or something similar. No way would she ever set foot in a shower again.

"Is Max still upstairs?"

But before she could respond, he was already gone, his boots stomping on every step he took. Julie looked at Thorn, who gave her an empty look. He also didn't know what to do. She motioned for the dog to follow her, sitting down on the couch with a book, Thorns head in her lap. Within seconds, she was engulfed in the pages, unaware of the argument taking place upstairs.

"You're earlier than expect-"

"Why was she hurt?" David demanded, looking at Max. Max was in Julie's bathroom still, cleaning up the broken pieces of the shower head he broke.

"With everything I had to explain to her I forgot -"

"You forgot? Why do you even have a shower in the first place?!"

"So people won't suspect any-"

David glared at him. "Every human that comes here ends up dead. Don't talk bullshit."

"If you think I am just letting this happen, you're wrong David."

"Am I? You abandon her, you forget to mention she has a severe fucking blood allergy and now she gets burned?"

"I found out about the blood allergy yesterday when I read some files I'd acquired." Max said, speaking more calmly than he felt. David noticed it too, begrudgingly trying to bottle up his annoyance towards his sire.

"What files?"

"Detailing what happened to her." Max sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. "She was taken when she was seventeen. Her change took over fifteen months. And during, they tortured her. You might think I just abandoned her, but I need these answers. She needs them. Her sire placed some pretty harmful demands upon her, and the only way to break them is by completing this ritual. I needed the information for that, for her."

David sighed, looking at Max. "You should stop thinking about what might be best for her from your perspective and instead start looking out for what's best for her from her own. She might not even want all these answers, all these memories laying around. Maybe she just needs a home and some safety so she can fucking come to terms with what happened."

Max shook his head. "If only it was that easy. Those sire demands block everything. Including some memories, as I found out. She won't be able to heal and to get all the help she needs until all the harm done by COL is undone."

David frowned at the abbreviation. He'd heard of them before, reading their company name in a newspaper article a couple of weeks back. "As in blood research COL? What do they have to do with vampires?"

Max shrugged. "Apparently enough to make them in a long and painful process."

David nodded. "My point still stands. If I find out she's hurt again, I will take her with me."

"I'm glad she has people looking out for her." Max said, looking at David. He stood up, motioning for the younger vampire to follow. He led him towards his office, handing him a piece of yellowed paper. It was the spell he had gotten from the Widow Johnson.

"Julie doesn't know what to choose," Max explained after David finished reading. "Maybe you and the boys can talk with her about it."

"Tough choice, regaining your voice or being in the command of another for eternity." David said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"It is when the blood needed for the spell is the one you're allergic to."

David swallowed hard, looking at the paper and then at Max. "Shit."

Next chapter >

[sleepy--anon]

Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Dream and Sapnap sat lounging on their comfortable couch together after having a hearty meal just the two of them.

"Its been a while since just you and me hung out." Dream said fondly, propping his head up with his hand as he stared at his friend.

"Yeah, no British screaming and insults this time." Sapnap joked back, chest swelling with pride when Dream giggled at it. His hand that rested softly on Dream’s knee gave him an idea. Sapnap rubbed his thumb against his knee cap with a soft hum.

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

"I bet you can't keep your legs in my lap for three minutes." His tone turned playful as he gave Dream a lazily challenging look.

"My ADHD isn't that bad Sap, I took my meds today, you reminded me." Dream chuckled, slightly intrigued by where this was going.

"Who said anything about your ADHD being the reason you move~?" Dream felt a slight blush dust his cheeks as he tensed his legs.

"W-what's in it for me?"

"Well I originally had the idea of if you won I would do the cooking for the next week."

"Cooking and clean up! And throw in my laundry and you have a deal!" Dream stuck his hand out quick, watching Sapnap pretend to contemplate.

"Deal" Sapnap shook his hand firmly before sitting back setting the timer on his phone as Dream slowly rested his knees on Sapnap’s lap. He laid himself against the armrest and tried to relax, knowing that if he worked himself up on anticipation he wouldn't stand a chance.

"One hundred and eighty seconds Dreamy~ You ready~?" Sapnap showed the phone to Dream, giving him proof that it's only three minutes, Dream’s toes curled as he nodded, watching Sapnap set his phone down, flinching at his hand resting just above his knee.

"Alright Twitchy, here we go~" Sapnap started the timer with a soft ding, giving Dream a slight pat before dragging his nails down the outside of his thighs, watching Dream grip the couch cushions and twitch violently, breath shaking.

"Don't implode~" He teased, skittering his nails all over his shaking thighs. The thin pajama pants he wore did little to nothing to help.

"Shuhuhuhush" Dream's blush darkened by the second, his whole body shook as everything in him screamed to pull away.

"Thihihis is soho AAAHH!" Dream shrieked as Sapnap jellyfished both his knee caps at the same time.

"Oh I knew George wasn't the only one affected by this~" Sapnap repeated the action, watching Dream’s whole body jolt. Dream felt like lightning was shooting up his legs every time he did it. A minute had passed and clearly Sapnap was getting sick of playing nice, he grabbed his kneecap with one hand and his inner thigh with the other and squeezed, differing the pressures and always squeezing one after the other, never the same time. Dream threw his head back and all but cackled at the sensation. His legs drummed from their place on Sapnap’s lap, fighting the urge to pull them back. The adored look on Sapnap’s face accompanied by his lack of verbal teasing definitely wasn't helping.

"HOHOHOHOW MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGER!?" Dream whined, hugging himself through the tickles. Sapnap glided his nails up and down his shins, running them over his ankles, feeling him shiver as he looked over at his timer.

"Just slightly over fifty seconds." He answered honestly with a squeeze to his calf, chuckling at the squawk it pulled out of Dream.

'I can do this I can do this I can do this I CANT DO THIS" Dream's brain screamed at him as soon as Sapnap’s nails slid over the sides of his socked feet.

"NO!" He shrieked panicked, yanking his legs back.

"Awww Buddy, so close~ Twenty-five seconds left~" Dream pouted at him, flashing puppy eyes at him.

"Oh absolutely not, you do not get to do that mister are you serious~?" Sapnap crooned playfully, lunging at Dream giving him quick little sporadic tickles along his sides, belly, and ribs, staring fondly at his red, giggling face.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIN! IHIHI LOHOHOHOSE! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Sapnap soothed Dream softly, pressing gentle kisses around his face.

"No punishment Bud, that was enough of an award on my end. Thank you for letting me do that." Dream felt a surge of affection and quickly wrapped Sapnap up in a hug, pulling him down ontop of him like a weighted blanket.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome..."

[southeofficeworker]

General Blu/Red Scout headcanons

I have a feeling that Blu Scout is slightly more mature than Red. While Red is a hyperball, Blu can surely just sit and stare at people if he gets disturbed while he 'reads' his comics.

Though, i believe they both are too uneducated to be able to read. So I wouldn't be surprised if they hold their books upside down at times, unless corrected.(especially if it involves Heavys books)

I have a feeling his first love was in school, but it was short lived(few months) and lead to a heartbreak. But he most likely forgot about it with his new crush on Miss Pauling.

He considers himself a ladies man, which Spy laughs at till Scout gives questionable dating advices to everyone else.

Surely, behind his cocky attitude and all, he's a soft boy with insecurities. He is a mama's boy and has daddy issues, not in a hot way though. Maybe Scout subtly(not really) tries to impress Spy while containing his prideful mask towards his dad. Though Spy can see through it, obviously, and doesn't show any emotion on it. But I'd say it happens that Scout gets too determined to outclass him that well, Medic gets visits a lot.

About his family, he loves his mother dearly and sends her gifts or/and money every time he gets . He has rivalry with his brothers, but I'd not say it's too bad. On family gatherings they van stare eachother down till one gives up.

Maybe he looks up to someone from the team as well? I can't decide. Maybe it's Soldier because he's so manly and confident in himself? Maybe it's engineer because he's like a father he never had?

He has a nickname for everyone, and gives zero shit about their opinion on it. (Spy, Miss Pailing and Medic get the most annoying nicknames)

Outside of the battles he rescues animals. And on multiple occasions he brought them on the base, it continued till Administrator didn't ban him from doing so.

Also he collects different souvenirs from his missions, be it a rock or a stick, he just does.

I bet he also spends hours on his hair routine, he has a badass hairstyle to contain.(let's forget he wears a baseball cap). Wouldn't be surprised if he uses too much of cologne as well.(unreal)

[mintmatcha]

jjk manga spoilers:

It's a simple headstone. No dates or adornments are carved into the stone, just his name. Yellow flowers wilt in the vase at the base, their cold rotted petals already begun to drop and scatter themselves across the granite. The tiny amount of water that was once in the bottom is frozen over, locking the stems in place. You crouch down and unscrew the cap to your water bottle to top it off anyway, a futile nicety.

"His sister must have been here." Nanami's breath curls at he talks. Against the sea sick winter sky, he looks paler than ever, almost the same grey as the clouds that threaten to spill even more snow. He stands there and watches, eyes tipped low.

"Mhm," you hum, picking up each petal individually and gathering them in your palm, "This morning."

She had texted you in warning, to make sure your paths didn't cross. Maybe it was too painful to see you, maybe she just wanted to respect her brother's wishes to avoid the sorcerer world. Either way, you can't seen her face since she was a child. Either way, it was better this way.

You take the piles of gold you've collected and pile it below his name. There's not quite enough to form a heart, so it kind of looks like a butt.

Haibara Yu: butt.

He'd laugh at that. Probably a bit too hard.

Nanami breaks the thin layer of humor and it shatters, like ice underfoot.

"I still can't believe he's gone."

Sometimes, when you fight sleep for much too long, you swear you can feel his hand in yours, warm, plush, and soft just like always. You cried when they changed the way they made his old deodorant because it'll never smell the same.

"Me neither." you agree as placidly as you can.

"It's strange to think it's been ten years." He breathes into his hands to warm them, the slightly hint of pink returning to the tips of his fingers, "You two would have been married by now."

"Nana, you're so dramatic," you offer the wisp of a laugh, "Yu and I were, what? 16? 17?"

Seventeen. You knew that for sure. He called you his little dancing queen on your birthday and balked when you didn't know the reference.

"Even if he was still with us, we probably would have gone our separate ways." Your knees already ache from squatting like this. Age and use have already set into your joints. "He'd probably be--"

Your imagination fails you. You're unrecognizable from who you once were. He would be the same, nothing more than an unknowable possibility that you never had the chance to meet. Haibara will always be the boy you once loved and the boy you still do. You'll never be the same.

"He'd probably be doing something much better than hanging with me."

If you passed each other on the street, would he recognize you? Would you recognize yourself?

The wind sighs. Someone down the way is speaking, voice mumbling just below audible. A warm hand cups your shoulder, and the thumb traces a line back and forth, back and forth.

Grief is a shared experience. You and Nanami are linked by it.

"He loved you," Nanami says, "Very much. I don't know if he would have ever let you go."

The rhythm of your heart bounces against your ribcage, even paced as you stand. The feel of it chips away the pit in your stomach, crumbling away bits and pieces of yourself and letting them fall away.

Your companion throws an arm around your shoulder and hesitates before pressing a kiss into your temple. His lips are warm compared to the day and his grasp is firm. Everything about it is chaste and platonic, filled with unspoken comforts.

If Yu was alive, he wouldn't wear the same scents he did as a child. His hands wouldn't be the same width you remember, his laugh the same timber. He would change, just how you've changed in immeasurable ways since you were seventeen.

And yet, the fact remains that you still love him, same as before.

Maybe Nanami is right. Maybe, if things were different, Yu would still be in love with you.

"Ten whole years." You wipe your face with the back of your hand, "Feels like no time's passed at all."

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 29 of 'Artificial wingman'!

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Enjoy!

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Damian let the door shut quietly behind him, flipping the lock before he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Outside the bathroom, he could hear Jasmine and Danny playfully arguing about something mundane, their voices somewhat pleasant in terms of background noise. Jason had left not long ago, having said something about having some business that needed to be taken care of while he waited for their order to be filled.

He had sat in the living room, Danny's bag resting beside him, when something had caught his eye. Only now, alone in the bathroom, did he dare to take the pilfered object out of his pocket. a soft golden light engulfed his hands the minute he pulled it out, casting his face in a yellow glow when he brought it closer to examine.

The cure, a potion that cancels other potion effects on a person. In any other situation, he would find such a thing remarkable. Even now, he couldn't help but wonder if it would work on other magic-based effects, slightly in awe of how versatile it could potentially be. But that awe was tempered by the knowledge of what this jar was for in the first place.

He stared hard at the golden liquid, observing the way it swished and swirled in the jar, trails of what looked like a cross between glitter and stardust tracing hypnotic patterns in the thick solution. 'I could drink this right now,' the thought came unbidden, his fingers digging into the ridges on the lid slightly. Part of him wanted to. Wanted to twist the cap off and drain the contents. Wanted to prove, once and for all, that his feelings weren't just because of the potion.

Another part of him wanted to drop the jar like it had burned him. To throw the jar and watch the potion splatter uselessly onto the wall. Or swirl down the drain of the sink, any possible traces of it washed away by water, like it never existed. It couldn't have the chance to prove him wrong if it was gone, after all.

Damian did neither of those, instead sitting the jar down gently on the counter. Sighing, he allowed himself to drop his facade of calm and collectiveness. His shoudler's drooped with tiredness, his head dropping into his hands as he tried to sort out his feelings. Coming from an emotionally dysfunctional family didn't help him much when it came to feelings, but he tried his best not to fall back on his training.

He knew fear, it was a garantee to feel it at least once in a human life. But for a child assassin? Fear is something one becomes intimately familiar with. Maybe not his fear, but the fear of others. So he had little trouble identifying the fear that pushed forth the more... destructive ideas.

The determination and confidence that directly contradicted that fear were as much of a hindrance as they were helpful. Wilfulness is something that Damian had always displayed, even when he was loyal to his mother and Grandfather in the League.

Mother had always said that it was a trait from his father, a will of steel that kept his resolve for justice strong. Having lived with his father for a few years now, that wasn't hard to believe at all.

And now, in the midst of his conflicted feelings, he couldn't help but to fall back on that belief once again. It was different from suppressing his emotions, to instead focus all his being into the way he wished for things to turn out. If his will was half as strong as his father's, then Damian would have nothing to worry about. A little bit of fear wouldn't change thst.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head from his hands and stood. The teen had no idea how long he had been sitting there on the edge of the tub, his legs tingling with the pins and needles feeling that always accompanied a loss of blood circulation. The apartment outside the bathroom had fallen quiet, only the chatter of the TV and the occasional shuffling of movement telling Damian that the siblings were still out there.

Picking the jar back up, Damian let his gaze trace the swirling golden patterns once more. He could drink it now, and be done with it. He could throw it and damn the consequences his actions would surely bring. But now was not the time for rash decisions. The most logical thing to do was to wait, and not force results. So for now, he would find a way to slip the jar back into it's poor hiding spot in Danny's bag, burried under the prizes from their arcade date, and enjoy the time he was given to spend with Danny. Because no matter if the potion worked or not, Danny would have to return home.

A knock on the bathroom door startled Damian from his thoughts, the teen fumbling with the jar as it slid from his hands. Heart pounding, his quick reflexes helped him re-capture the jar before it could smash on the tiled floor.

Breathing heavily, Damian stuffed the jar back into pocket and twisted the lock, throwing the door open. On the other side was Todd, his fist raised to knock again. The man blinked at him, lowering his fist to rest on his hip in a way that Brown would refer to as 'sassy'.

"There you are. You doin' okay, Demon brat? Danny said you'd been in there a while." Jason gave him a quick lookover, not moving from the doorway as he searched for possible hidden injuries.

Damian scoffed. "I am perfectly fine, Todd " He sniffed hauntingly as he shoved past the man, heading towards the living room.

"Alright, alright!" Todd tossed his hands up in the air in an exasperated manner following him down the hall. "Just making sure. It would suck if you died on me and left your boyfriend here all alone." Despite the teasing tone, Damian could detect the slight bit of serious concern radiating from him.

Before he could come up with a response that would calm his most volatile brother, Damian found himself in the living room. Danny turned around at the sound of their approach, a smile stretching his face and showing off a flash of those enticing fangs. "Robin!" He chirped excitedly. "Come sit down! Jason brought food back. I already put a vegetarian plate together for you."

Sure enough, as soon as Damian had settled onto the couch, Danny was shoving a plate of mouth watering food into his hands. The teen gave the plate an expiramental sniff before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by the flavorful mouthful.

The teen couldn't help the small smile that quirked up his lips as he watched Danny dig into his own plate, his a mixture of both vegetarian and meat-ladened sides, though mostly vegetarian, with gusto. 'Yes,' he thought, taking another bite of his food, 'it was a good decision to hold off.'

The jar doesn't make to it's bag that night. Damian told himself that it was because Danny was too observant, that he would notice right away that something was out of place, no matter how meticulous Damian was with putting everything back. In reality, he ignored the fact that it was his own reluctance that kept the jar stashed in his pocket.

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Back at the manor, Cass and Stephanie had begun phase one of 'Distract Dick, no matter the Cost'. Personally, Steph really liked the plan's name, but Cass insisted that it was a placeholder for the true name, still pending.

Steph crouched in the shadows, sight of her blocked by the wall she leaned against. The batcave itself was empty for the moment, Cass and Alfred having managed to spike Tim's decaf with melatonin and lead the boy up to one of the family rooms for a nap. But she knew her target would be here any minute

Sure enough, after ten minutes, Dick came Striding out of the locker room, nightwing suit snug across his chest as he made his way towards the corner she was hiding behind.

Taking a deep breath, Steph pulled her bowl away from her chest as she stood. Faking a jog, she waited until Dick began to round the corner before she struck. Purposely running into him, she let the bowl tip towards the man and slid from her fingers, dousing the blue and black of his suit in the most eye catching shade of pink she could whip up.

She let out a convincing shriek of surprise, forcing her feet to slide instead of catching herself. Landing on her butt, the girl was treated to the most amazing sight, a dumbfounded look on a bright pink Nightwing.

"Oh, god! Dick!" She stuttered in her hasty movements to get back up, selling the whole 'horrified Surprise' act even further. "I'm so, so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, and I was just gonna dye my hair in the sinks down here, 'cause Alfred threatened to make me scrub the upstairs sinks if I stained any of them bright pink, and- and- oh, I'm sorry!"

Her rambling apology seemed to snap him out of his stunned state, the man looking himself over for the fist time. "Hey, Steph, it's okay!" He grimaced when he saw the color, but tried to put on a calming smile as he reassured her. "It was an accident. We can just wash it out, m'kay?"

Steph almost couldn't believe how easy this was going. "Yes!" She exclaimed, tugging the man back towards the locker room. "Go and change out of it, and I'll get it clean in no time!" She didn't give the man much of a chance to protest, shoving him into the locker room and shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes later, and he had returned. Donning a t-shirt and jeans, he held out the costume for her to take. "I'll swing by later to pick it up, but for now I have to go and talk to some people." giving himself a once over, he nodded to her one last time before he made his way to the elevator.

She waited a few minutes, making sure that he was actually gone, before she took the elevator as well. Stepping out from behind the broken grandfather clock, she made sure the coast was clear before hurrying up the stairs and to one of the unused guest bathrooms.

Closing the door behind her, Stephanie turned and faced the silent girl that was already waiting for her. "Got it!" She smirks deviously, holding up the pink monstrosity that she had created. "How about you? Did you get the goods?"

Cass grinned back at her as she grabbed something from behind her. Turning back around, she proudly held up two complete nightwing suits for Steph to see.

"Nice!" Steph couldn't help but to laugh, already imagining the look on his face when he found all of his spares missing. "And you locked the storage room too?" Cass nodded her affirmation, miming a key locking before giving a thumbs up. "Perfect! Now that step one is done, I think we can safely move on to step two!"

Carefully, both girls peeked into the hallway, looking back and fourth for any wandering souls before declaring the coast clear. Moving with quiet efficiency that only a bat could accomplish, the pair made their way to a laundry room on the second floor. Honestly, Steph had no idea it was even here before, and would have just used the one down stairs, if not for Cass. Apparently, this laundry room was so seldom used that it was one of the places she went to when the hustle and bustle of the manor became too much.

Once the girls had reached their destination, Steph waisted no time in throwing the nightwing costume in the washer, purposely going against the washing instructions for their suits. Cold water instead of warm, a healthy dose of bleach, and about half a cup of the detergent that Alfred had told her was for their lounge wear only, instead of the one m0ade specifically for the kevlar- laddened fabric. Confident that the suit was probably done for now, she left her handiwork to finish on it's own. They still hand one last thing to do.

Turning to her partner in crime, Steph let her mischievous grin turn slightly more sinister. "Okay, now. Where can we hide Nightwing suits where they won't be found?" She asked, tucking the two spare costumes under her arm as she let Cass take the lead.

Walking confidently, the two wandered the mayor's maze of corridors, taking so many turns that Steph was sure her head would spin trying to remember them all. It's times like this that the girl is reminded how easy it would be to get lost in this place. How anyone could live gere without maps on the walls telling them where they are, Steph will never know.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally came to a stop in front of a closet. It looked like every other hallway closet they had passed, oak door with a shiny copper handle waiting to be opened and used as storage. There was nothing special about it, besides the fact that islt resided in a part of thr manor that usually went unvisited by anyone besides Alfred. And Cass, Steph supposes, because why else would she lead Steph halfway across the house when there were several perfectly usable closets on the way here?

She opened her mouth to ask the question on her mind, but Cass beat her to the punch. Pulling open the door, the raven haired girl crouched down and began to feel along the floor of the closet for something. Steph stepped closer, watching curiously as her fingers found purchas in a groove between the floorboards. With one swift move, she pulled upwards, the floor lifting with a low creak to reveal a small cavity hidden beneath.

Stephanie gasped in surprised delight, dropping to her knees beside Cass to examine the little hole. It was about three feet long, and two feet wide, forming a cute little cubby that ran only half a foot deep. The small space was empty, save for a few dust bunnies and a lone mothball rolled into the corner. It was perfect.

"Awesome find!" She praised her friend as she dropped the spare costumes in, letting Cass gently lower the panel back into place. Step two complete.

Standing back up, the girls dusted off their hands and knees before turning to head back to the laundry room. Their timing was amazing, as the washer cut off just as they passed the threshold.

Opening the washer, Steph was greeted by a bleach-splotched nightwing costume. None of the pink from the hair dye mixture surviced the wash, sadly, but it did an amazing job, turning the blue bird on the chest purple. Paired with the gray and tan-ish splotches decorating the shoulders and back, Steph was confident that it would be tossed into the storage room to gather dust with Discowing once this was all over.

Tossing the ruined costume into the dryer, Steph hopped up onto the slowly warming surface, kicking her legs happily. "How mad do you think Dick is gonna be when he finds out that this wasn't an accident?" She asked concersationally.

Cass brought her hand up to her chin, rubbing it contemplatively as she mulled over the question. Shrugging, she signed 'Probably not too mad. Not when he finds out it was for Damian's love life.'

Steph snickered, nodding. "Yeah, Dick is a huge softy. He'll probably forget all about this as soon as Damian tells him why. He always qets excited about these little milestones little Dami hits." She giggles again, the image of Dick fake swooning in front of Damian too funny for her.

Cass giggled quietly too, silently thinking about how Dick might get them back for this. While he would get distracted by Damian's love quest, he was not one to forgive and forget such actions. Sooner or later, the man would get his revenge on them, probably in an extremely embarrassing manner.

Cass couldn't wait.

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(There might be some spelling/grammar mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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[becki-here]

This is all so gratifying

Hi everyone! I translated my old fanfiction about the Once-ler into English so I guess someone will be interested in it and I decided to share it here.

Here is the link to the AO3 or you can read it below in the post <3

Summary: Doubts lead to even more doubts, or this is what happens when you don't want to go to the doctor when you're hallucinating.

Relationships: The Once-ler/the Greed-ler, Oncest.

Warnings: smut🔞, self-cest, PWP, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, different interpretations of what is happening are possible, inspired by Biggering (demo version).

Words: 3,198.

For him it was a terrible day. There was like a cloud was following him around, not giving him a second to relax. Even now, in his office, where he usually felt comfortable enough, something felt off.

The landscape had only become more depressing, so often the windows were covered with shutters. He took off his hat and glasses, pulled off his long gloves and uncomfortable jacket, and threw them all on the blood-red sofa that perfectly complemented the chair and the overall picture of his office. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. It is just some stupid habit that only his servants suffered from. The tie hung more loosely around his neck now.

"Maybe I should have a bigger office," he thought as he looked around the room and finally sat down at his desk.

"He wouldn't approve of that either," he immediately thought. The words of the little guardian of the forest replayed in his head sometimes, interfering with his work. The Once-ler knew he was wrong. He knew and understood perfectly well that his actions will soon have consequences. It strangled him in those lonely moments, and not in a metaphorical way, his throat tightened as if someone's hands were really squeezing him. At the same time, guilt gnawed at him from the inside so much that it seemed like something was going to tear in his chest.

What is right and what is wrong. He couldn't divide his decisions by these two criteria. He saw pros and cons in everything. But the thoughts of stopping everything, of ending it, began to creep in more and more often and argued with those that told him to continue to biggering.

Now the thoughts seemed to materialize and press on him physically. Their presence could be felt in the air in the room, as if there were indeed someone else here besides himself.

The Once-ler put his head on his hands on the table and sighed heavily.

"A cigar," he twitched and reached for a cigarette box that was a little further on the table. With a guillotine he easily cut the cap and began to quickly feel through his pockets for a lighter. Once-ler had no doubt that he had taken it with him in the morning. But perhaps it was in his jacket pocket. With a cigar in his hand, he tiredly stood up from his chair and looked toward the couch.

He saw a man in the same outfit and as tall as he is. He was propping up the wall next to the armrest of the couch. Once-ler froze for a moment. Before he could say anything, the man came closer and easily snatched the cigar from his hand. At the same moment, holding the same lost lighter in his hand, he just as easily brought the cigar to his mouth and began to light it. A couple of weak puffs and the spacious room began to fill with light sour smoke.

"Oh, shit..." Once-ler rolled his eyes.

The fright had gone, and now Once-ler just watched. He sighed and went back to his chair, the urge to smoke disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

"Oh, Once-ler... Why are you suffering so much?" a loud voice was heard in the room.

That voice again. So similar to his, only with terribly scathing and slightly frightening notes.

"Come on, do you really want to have such depressing evenings every week?" the dismissive rhetorical question made Once-ler look at the man's face again. The same soft features as his own were strangely combined with this mocking smile.

Once-ler have already thought he was going crazy. Such realistic hallucinations are not okay for a healthy person, right? Ignoring hasn't worked for a long time. So he began to call him the Greed-ler, as a part of himself that advocates favoring greed and pride and rejecting most other feelings. This is definitely not normal.

"Do you really have to show up here?" Once-ler blurted out in exasperation, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Have you forgotten who you're talking with, Oncie?" the man grimaced and started to smoke again.

"With whom? With a hallucination? A figment of my brain?" he said, looking into his clear eyes and waiting for an answer.

Greed-ler's superior gaze did not disappear, only intensified. But he ignored the question.

"You could have listened to me right away and lived your life peacefully, without engaging in meaningless self-examination."

"How do you know if I want that?" Once-ler hummed.

"Believe me, I know. I can feel your thirst for biggering... I would even say that I personify it."

"If my thirst for biggering is so great that it has 'materialized’..." he made a gesture with his hands. "...in your form, then why do I still not know if I am doing the right thing? Why do I still have doubts?"

"Because you're a fool, Once-ler," he almost hissed these words. "You contradict yourself all the time. How much can you doubt when your business is so profitable and so glorifying? It would seem that the choice is obvious."

"You're not the one to can lecture me on morality," he said, and instantly felt Greed-ler's gaze grow harder.

"You know you can’t stop... You'll continue anyway, now you're just stalling for time, and I don't understand why," he took a couple more quick puffs.

Once-ler grimaced at these words and looked away. His mind was still torn into two parts, one of which could not help but have thought about biggering and the other have tried to control it.

While Once-ler was thinking about it, he didn’t noticed how Greed-ler came closer to him. Until he suddenly jerked his hand and pressed the hot end of the cigar to it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Once-ler cried out in pain trying to escape but Greed-ler didn’t care about it. He pressed Once-ler into the chair blocking all his movements. Greed-ler was rubbing the cigar in his forearm until the last light went out. Then he let go of his hand and Once-ler saw a fresh small burn appear on his fair skin. He shook his hand and then clenched his fist, trying to ease the pain. He looked at the man with a look of incomprehension.

"You're a fucking pathetic, Once-ler, and you know it," his eyes widened and looked right into Once-ler's heart, searching his insides. He was still standing close, almost hovering over him, his hand was on the back of the chair.

"If you can't stop me now, why don't you just give up?" Greed-ler said, his eyes were burning.

Once-ler rubbed his hand, his gaze still pierced with unconsciousness and focused on Greed-ler's eyes.

"Just submit to me," he continued. "And you'll finally stop being so miserable."

Once-ler looked away again, because he felt that there was some truth in his words, but he didn't want to admit it. How much longer would he beat himself up and force himself to make a choice, was it really that hard to make a final decision?

His thoughts were interrupted by something pressing between his legs. Greed-ler's knee was pressing down on his groin as a grimace, something like a smile, spread across his face.

"Come on, Oncie," he leaned into his ear and whispered. "I know you want to keep biggering".

Once-ler flinched as the other man's breath touched his face and ear.

"As I said..." he rubbed his knee against his groin again.

Thoughts in his head suddenly jumbled, trying to understand the absurdity of the situation. Doubts rushed in different directions while his legs shook slightly from the manipulation. Once-ler didn't think that his visions were so real and that he was being molested by himself. "This is getting out of hand," he thought and let out a nervous laugh, followed by a light groan.

"How is this going to help me?" Once-ler exhaled.

"You'll understand," said Greed-ler, continuing to play with his lower body.

"I didn't agree to this," he said, but he didn't interfere with the man's actions.

"But you didn't say no either..." Greed-ler's hand slid around Once-lerr's waist and teased his back. "Go ahead, take it off".

Now Once-ler was overwhelmed with shame for everything that was happening, for all his actions. But some part of his brain was forcing him to take part in this game, it was clearly craving it so much that it was dulling all other feelings. But he was not going to give up so easily either.

"I'm not doing this alone," Once-ler said, looking at the man with a challenge, unsure of his next move.

Greed-ler grimaced, stepped back a little, and looked down at his body. Once-ler slowly and easily removed one shoe, then the other, and now he just waited. He just couldn't stop it. His hesitation and a bit of common sense still prevented him from accepting what was happening. His gaze was fixed on Greed-ler's eyes, hoping to see him retreat and it would end in an awkward, empty silence like his other visits.

But with a couple of quick and clumsy movements, Once-ler's pants were on the floor. His light underwear with hearts looked terribly funny in the whole situation and covered his boner just as terribly.

"So you have money, but you can't buy new underwear," Greed-ler said with a sarcastic smile.

"Does this really bother you?" Once-ler was embarrassed, but he clearly didn't want to show it. But the presence of this underwear separated them, gave him another chance to stop, and made him doubt everything even more. To doubt the possibility and logic of this situation in general. But the desire grew unnaturally fast, especially when Greed-ler slowly spread his legs and then suddenly pressed his pelvis against him. Pressing against him, barely moving, clearly playing with him, he smiled genuinely for the first time, as it seemed to Once-ler.

"Are you going to continue to be naughty or are you going to go on by yourself?"

These actions and his talk turned Once-ler on even more, while he still tried to hold back his soft sighs. Once-ler still wasn't ready to give up completely. So he only slowly brought his leg up and pressed down on the man's chest, creating distance between them.

"Today you serve me completely," he said quietly, keeping his voice as confident as he could.

Greed-ler's eyebrow arched in sheer surprise at the look on his face. He roughly grabbed Once-ler's leg and pulled it away from his chest.

"This is the first and last time I will submit to your whims," he growled.

Once-ler felt a certain victory, though it wasn’t one. He was only pretending to have some control over the situation, over Greed-ler. They both realized this, and now Greed-ler was giving in to his every whim without much resistance. He pulled his underwear down impatiently, touching every millimetre of his legs. This attracted Once-ler even more, as did the fact that he still had his long socks on.

"Oh, Oncie, we haven't even started," the man said, but not to Once-ler, but rather to his big boner.

Before Once-ler could respond to this remark, the man had already moved his hands closer to his buttocks. He fondled them as lewdly as he had done everything before.

"Will you ever stop commenting on everything?" said Once-ler, squirming against his movements. Greed-ler only smiled at that.

Now his long fingers moved closer and closer to the centre. They were touching the entrance barely, even delicately, causing Once-ler's breathing to quicken. The middle finger entered without much effort, but Once-ler must have shuddered and clenched even more.

"Oh, has Oncie been playing with his toys again for so long that I can insert so easily? Or maybe you finally found someone to fuck you?" Greed-ler said dismissively, searching his eyes and slowly moving his finger inside.

"It's none of your business," Once-ler squeezed out, holding back moans caused by both discomfort and skillful movements.

Greed-ler waited a moment and hummed.

"You're really pathetic, Once-ler," he abruptly pulled out a finger and inserted two more. "The only thing you're good at is being a boy to fuck, nothing more." A sharp pain pierced his entire lower body, and he let out a distinct moan. But the wave of pleasure quickly washed it away and now only his excited whimpers could be heard in the room.

"You're worthless, Once-ler... You gave up so easily. I thought you'd at least try a little," he continued to move his fingers in different tempos, teasing as his other hand caressed his hips.

Once-ler's slight whimper echoed through the room along with his thoughts.

"What a vivid reaction, Once-ler. No way you’re really gonna come just due to my fingers.

"S-Shut the fuck up... Stop it..." Once-ler barely managed to say, feeling that these words pleased him too much.

"You seem to be forgetting yourself again," Greed-ler said and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Hey, did you hear me?" he said, pulling and trying to inflict a little pain. Once-ler just hummed with pleasure, looking into his constricted pupils.

"You're so disgusting..." Greed-ler spat out contemptuously and unclenched his hand.

Now his fingers began to move rapidly, forcing Once-ler to tighten his grip on Greed-ler’s shoulder and twist the arm of the chair with the other. This picture clearly satisfied Greed-ler more.

"Well, enough playing around," he said with ferocity and pulled his fingers out sharply, causing Once-ler to yelp. When Once-ler looked up at him, he noticed the appraising look again, while hungry teeth spread into a smile. Greed-ler began to slowly unbuckle his belt.

Seeing his throbbing dick, Once-ler could barely keep from apologizing for his earlier words and begging him.

"Come on... hurry up..." he said quietly, even a little roughly, his breathing quick and intermittent.

"Just look at him…" instead of finally getting to the point, Greed-ler wrapped his arms around both of their dicks and slowly began to move his hand. The movements were light and even gentle, especially compared to the previous ones. He gently caressed both dicks, completely focused on it. The more Greed-ler touched him, the more Once-ler wanted to belong to him completely.

Greed-ler stopped it suddenly as soon as he decided for himself that it was enough. He shamelessly pulled Once-ler's legs up so that they were wrapped around his hips. The chair was terribly uncomfortable for this, but he didn't care much. He wrapped his hands around Once-ler’s thighs and rubbed the protruding bones. Once-ler once again felt that appraising, haughty look on his face.

Greed-ler moved the head of his dick teasingly around his anus. Once-ler's impatience had already reached its limits and was making him almost gasp for breath with every Greed-ler’s movement.

He saw a sharp smile appear on Greed-ler's face again. Once-ler was distracted and only closed his eyes completely for a second when Greed-ler abruptly put it inside. Once-ler’s muscles were contracting and his voice was trembling, but in his mind, Once-ler was only begging for a quicker continuation.

Greed-ler was playing with him, teasing and exciting him, he was barely moving, smoothly and slowly, rocking his hips. With each stroke he entered deeper, but he still advanced in a stretched manner, forcing Once-ler to clench his lips and stop each moan. The intensity of the vibrations increased as Once-ler squeezed his shoulder. Each thrust felt special to Once-ler like endless comfort, boundless knowledge, a gracious feeling that increased his already unbridled desire.

Shame for his weakness no longer overwhelmed him. The word "terrible" flashed through his mind for the last time, and the same strong "pleasant" replaced it at the end. A little more and he won’t have no regrets at all, because now only bliss enveloped him. Once-ler's mind went completely blank when he felt Greed-ler finally move as fast as he should. He could no longer hold back his violent, frequent moans, and there was no point in doing so anyway. The belt buckle periodically hit his buttocks, making him feel a tantalizing pain.

At some point, the sensations became too abstract, and therefore even deeper, and Once-ler forced himself to look up. His eyes widened with shock, as he thought he had completely lost his mind. He could see clearly, but he could still see the lower parts of their bodies gradually merging. He could not tell where his body began and Greed-ler's ended. Either because of the euphoria he had never experienced before, or because of other factors he was not able to think about, reality was becoming unattainable for him. He looked into Greed-ler's eyes with a mute question, and the eyes were as clear as ever. But a horrible grimace stretched across his face with a triumphant smile.

"Shhh..." the man tilted Once-ler's head back with his hand. "You'd better enjoy it without seeing anything."

Greed-ler was pushing him harder and harder on his dick, now moving his hips roughly, if they could still be called that. Once-ler gave in to his movements, his legs pressing harder and harder against his back, and he could no longer keep his eyes on Greed-ler’s face.

Suddenly, a warm mass spilled into Once-ler’s stomach, his eyes closed, and he could only feel it spreading inside him. Too much, too strong, too pleasant.

For a moment longer, and pleasure became a purely material concept for him. Now it was actually filling his entire insides, leaving no free space. He felt it reaching his head, and then it was also filled with something barely familiar, incomprehensible to him, but terribly languid. His own brain seemed to melt, as did his entire body, and he was overcome with frenzy. And then, it seemed, the last particles of his own consciousness disappeared along with the final moans, the sound of which will forever remain within these walls.

***

Once-ler found himself in his chair, dressed in his usual clothes, but a little disheveled. His head hurt terribly, and his body felt too vulnerable. Rubbing his face, he stood up and looked at the wall. The golden clock read almost four o'clock in the morning. He walked over to the window, which was usually covered by a shutter, and opened it wide. Fresh morning air filled the room, but it still couldn't displace the strange smell he felt. Rubbing his arm, he noticed a small, bright irritation in one spot, but he didn't pay much attention. He went out to the balcony and tried to breathe in with a full chest. From there, he could see a view of a colorful, sometimes bald, forest filled with machines waiting for workers. His body was covered with pleasant orphans from the mild cold and the realization of the scale of his project. A slight, satisfied smile stretched across his face and a small laugh escaped his lips in relief. He turned around and looked around his office. It also had a great view from the balcony. He remembered his thoughts from yesterday.

"I need a bigger office."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

ideas you wanted ideas I deliver

that heart event where Lance is like, "wanna accompany me while I work in the Badlands?" But instead of the farmer, he asks Isaac because he needs someone to "watch his back", he really doesn't, he just wants Isaac to spend a day off work but the man refuses to take any vacation

I think Lance was talking about it in Highlands, not Crimson Baldlans. On the other hand, why not describe Badlands too?

Thank you for this fluff idea and enjoy!☺️🫰

"Right behind you"

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"Such amazing landscapes... put me in a dreamy thoughts."

Isaac didn't understand what kind of "dreamy thoughts" could be set by the crimson horizon and endless sandstorm, where monsters from the darkest depths were swarming. Maybe, for example, mighty snow-capped mountains, or a calm peaceful green meadow covered with flowers of different shapes and colors - he can see the beauty and greatness in something like this. But here? This view at the Crimson Baldlans post is just sad and depressing. But Lance apparently knew better.

"And what do you dream about? About busty women and where to get drunk?"

The scarred adventurer's comment made Lance chuckle a little. But it wasn't mostly because of Isaac's rather peculiar sense of humor, but the fact that, having been a couple for about a year now, he hadn't stopped hiding his soft spot behind a crude mask of indifference and cold-bloodedness even in front of Lance.

"My oh my," Lance hummed, turning his violet eyes straight into a pair of Isaac's dark, anthracite eyes. "I don't recall you being the jealous type."

In the past, Isaac would have furrowed his eyebrows at his pink-haired lover's attempt to tease him, but it had become such a routine for them that now Isaac just rolled his eyes. In another exchange of barbs, it was a draw for these two.

"While such a view may, and deservedly so, be repulsive, I find Crimson Baldlans mesmerising in its own way." Lance once again directed his gaze to the horizon, watching the infernal sun slowly fade into the sunset.

"I've seen enough of that already. And..." Isaac's voice became half a tone quieter and his dark eyes filled with sadness, "when I look at the Badlands, all I see are their faces..."

Lance looked at him sympathetically. Seeing Isaac so vulnerable and grief stricken was painful. The ghosts of his fallen comrades still haunted him, and he still berated himself for failing to protect them. Well, Lance can't afford for his partner to go back to being in pain, can he? And it's better to start with a change of scenery.

"Well, then I suggest you enjoy some other, equally breathtaking view. Besides, I was going to ask for your help on my patrol anyway."

"How is it that the great second-in-command of the First Slash Clan and hero of noble bloods can't handle a couple of slimes in the woods?" Anything to take his mind off the intrusive thoughts and faces of dead adventurers, anything, get him out of here, this is unbearable, anything...

"I wouldn't call them an inconsequential problem. The monsters there are quite a threat, they are stronger and more ferocious than their counterparts in the Mines. There's a one particular monster at the top of Highlands that we've called 'The Bully'. And if you're interested, you can come with me and find out why."

Both men stood silent for half a minute before Isaac finally said: "Alright. Let's go." Lance smiled softly.

"Take my hand. And no need to make that face, dear," the gallant adventurer laughed slightly as his dark-haired lover rolled his eyes again.

It was one thing to teleport yourself to the right place with a totem, and quite another to feel the threads of someone else's magic surrounding you for a moment.

Lance was right - the forest area in the Highlands was truly mesmerising and alive.

"Ah, now that's a view..." Lance took a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the light breeze of the spring wind.

"...Yeah, really beautiful." Isaac's gaze, though, was directed at Lance himself, who was distracted by considering the terrain.

"I meant the scenery, my dear."

Or not so distracted.

Isaac immediately decided to change the subject, feeling his cheeks flush slightly at the realisation that Lance had caught his gaze. "So are we going after your 'Bully' or not?"

"This way," the pink-haired man's smile grew even bigger, and he strode forward down the familiar path while Isaac walked behind him.

Whoever this Bully is, he wouldn't dare touch Lance, Isaac thought, keeping up with his lover and occasionally grumbling at the thick bushes that were always snagging his already battered cloak.

[eddiesguitarskills]

When We Were Young

Part 3

Ex Eddie Munson X reader

Other parts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Intro: 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it's been 5 years since you had set a foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him. And now after all that time you were back.

Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health. Use of y/n. Slow burn. Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader.

Bold parts are flashbacks

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: please only read if you are in a good place, I wouldn't want this story to trigger or hurt anyone. I'm sorry this part it short but I didn't want to add loads in when it felt like a good place to end this part. Also there will be happy moments coming soon, it's just super slow burn. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part, thank you for reading

Not prove read.

Despite the panic attack you had after Eddie left, you still went downstairs and pretended to be fine. Everyone was so excited to see you, you didn’t want to ruin that. You couldn't let them see how broken you felt. You had to be okay. You couldn't make them worry about you again, especially Steve. So you smiled and laughed, pretending your hands weren’t hurting from your nails digging into the palms.

After a long night, you went to your new house, you couldn’t make it to the bedroom with how emotionally exhausted you felt. So tired, that you couldn’t even make sounds as you silently sobbed on the sofa until you eventually fell asleep.

You woke up with the promise today would be a better day, last night you just slipped into your old self. You were better now. No stupid ex could ruin your progress. You needed to get some groceries for the house so at least you had something to distract your mind for a little while.

As you drove in your new red Ford (well it was a used ford from a couple of years) to the grocery store you expected everything to look different, but to your surprise, it was the same. The florist with the pink lettering on the window spelling out its name Haley’s, the paint had slightly started to peel but it was still there. The 50% off at the clothing boutique. Even the graffiti that was on the side of the market was still there, from four years ago. The town was stuck in a time warp, maybe it wouldn’t take as much time to adjust.

Grabbing a shopping cart you slowly walk down the isles not sticking to the list you wrote at home. Picking up all sorts of snacks. You had missed American cuisine. Your cart was getting full. I guess it’s true what they said about how you shouldn't come shopping on an empty stomach. The cart was old and rusty, meaning the fuller the cart got the harder to steer it was. The wheels screeched and lagged every time a new item was added. You turned the corner to enter another aisle when the left wheel furthest away from you decided to jam, ramming you into a customer's cart.

“I am so sorry” you look up at the old man wearing a cap. Maybe it wasn’t your ex you were a magnet too, maybe it was just the Munson’s. He frowned at you. Okay so maybe not everything was the same. Wayne was known for being grumpy to others but you only knew him as a sweetheart he was never anything but kind to you. You had never seen him look at you like this. There was a disappointment hidden beneath his eyes, that you, unfortunately, didn’t miss. “For what? Bumping into my cart or breaking my son’s heart?” You don’t know what you expected him to say. But maybe silence would have been better. The words stung you.

His son was the one to break your heart, not the other way around. Sure it might have hurt him when you left, but how were you supposed to feel when he didn’t give you a choice? And the only way of having part of him was taken away from you.

“Do you want me to be your little housewife and have food on the table ready for when you get back from your big successful job?". You stared in disbelief despite the thoughts building like a storm in your head. “Is that what you think?” He hated when you used that voice. The one where it sounded like you were about to break.

It made him hate himself more than he already did. Maybe this is why he was treating you this way. Seeing if you take his bait, to see if you thought he was as worthless as he felt. He didn’t want to hear that voice in his head, he didn’t want to see the disappointment on your face right now, he just needed something to numb it all. So he turned away from you in search of a blunt, a pill, powder, anything.

His turning away from you, caused the storm to break loose, this was the end and he wasn’t even kind enough to break up with you in words. “Fuck you” you whispered and left. You got in your car. Driving as far as you could from him. You could see just enough to get as far as the Family Video which wasn’t a long way from the trailer park before your tears completely cover your eyes sight. You pulled up not wanting to risk anyone’s life. breathing heavily, panic intensifying. In comprehensive words being screamed from your mouth. Cursing out to the universe, Eddie and apologising to the life in your stomach.

God how you wanted to curse his nephew out and tell Wayne the whole truth. But as Eddie said you were nothing so why did it matter anymore? You did hate how you had never said goodbye to the man who took you into his family so easily. Making sure you were always welcome. Making sure your favourite snacks were in his home despite not having the money and living paycheck to paycheck. So you just said “I’m sorry Wayne” he didn’t need to know that it was an apology to him, not his nephew.

His face didn’t change, you guess this was the Wayne Munson everyone talked about, the cold-hearted, scary guy. You had never been on the receiving end of this version of him but it was frightening. So you looked down, scared if you look up for a second more you would cry. “That kid already had a hard enough life, he didn’t need you promising him a better one and then being like the rest of them. You messed him up so bad that he’s only now just starting to smile again. So if you plan on staying don’t you dare hurt him again”. With that threat he left. You wanted to leave the store than to wallow, but you stood in fear not wanting to cross paths with a Munson again. “Are you okay ma’am?” a shop clerk addresses you. You nod “I’m fine thank you.”

Thankfully you wouldn’t cross paths with another Munson today as Wayne had gone to work and the younger Munson was still in bed hungover. Deciding not to come into work today, he might as well have gone in with how many times Sarah had called, asking how to do things, that she should know how to do. Hearing the constant rings and her voice was giving the boy a headache. Eddie didn’t realise she was only doing this to make sure he was okay, it wasn’t like him to call in sick. After plumping his pillow and changing positions back and forth, he found a comfortable spot and started to close his eyes.

The phone rang again, and he groaned. Picking it up now pissed. “Come on Sarah you called 10 minutes ago, you’re a floor manager you should be better than this. Use some instinct, I shouldn’t have to hold your hand through this”. A male’s chuckle made him realise that it wasn’t his employee on the phone. He knew that laugh anywhere and right now he would have preferred to hear from Sarah 20 more times if it meant not talking to Harrington. “You seem like such a lovely boss” Steve joked, hoping to gauge Eddie’s mood. When he didn’t laugh back or make a snide remark, when he was met with silence. He realise how pissed Eddie was, he was never the quiet type.

Steve sighed “look I know I should have given you a heads up, trust me I was going to. I just got so excited about having her back that I didn’t think-“. Eddie rolled his eyes cutting in “yeah you didn’t think”. Steve ignore the rise Eddie was trying to cause and continued. “I was going to tell you, I just didn’t expect you there, not that I didn’t want to see you. I just didn’t know Dustin invited you. I hoped the first time you met again would go better, I didn't plan for it to go like that”. If the men were in the same room, Eddie might have hit the boy, even if he didn’t mean it. With the rage he was feeling. “Better? Do you really think we could ever get along, After what she did?”.

"shut it Munson" Oh, it was definitely a good job they weren't in the same room. Steve didn’t snap anymore. He tried not to raise his voice because he hated how it made him feel like his father. But he would not have Eddie speak about you like that. Especially with what he did. He had come so far with Eddie, after the first couple of months of the incident he couldn't even look at him. But after time he forgave and tried to understand the boy. But he never forgot. How could he forget?

Steve was blinded by the headlight pouring into the shop window. After a long 12-hour shift he was super tired and didn’t need this. He left the shop storming over to the car, about to tell the jerk off. Until he came closer and realised it was your car. He walked over quicker, wondering what you were up to. Were you trying to be funny, by annoying him? He supposed this is what best friends did. He grabbed open your door, trying to scare you. To get his own back. However, as soon as the door opened, he saw you hysterically crying, clutching your stomach. He got down to his knees in front of you, rubbing your arms. “It hurts so much”.

He wanted to cry looking at you like this, you were always the strong one. The anchor in his life. No matter how scared or how much of a dick he was, you brought him back to earth. You were never like this. You squeezed your eyes in pain, holding your stomach tighter. This was worse than the pain he felt when Nancy left, worse than anything with the upside down. This was the most heartbreaking thing he had ever seen. But he had to be as strong for you as you had been for him. So he sniffed back up the tears. “What hurts y/n?”. You pull his hand from your arm to your stomach. “It hurts Steve”. He couldn't be sure, he hoped it was just stomach pain and not... God, he hoped it wasn't that. All he knew is that he needed to take you to the hospital. “Can you move?”

Eddie wasn't used to this version of Steve, even when they weren't friends Steve hadn't spoken to him like this. At that moment he realised that if there was a choice Steve would always pick you, and maybe all his friends would always pick you. Why was he the only that hated you? At that moment he felt more alone than he had in years. It made him scared, he couldn't be abandoned again. He felt like a child scared of his dad, feeling like he disappointed him. With how quickly Steve was to turn his back on him he wondered if everyone else felt the same. Was he just a place holder until you came back?

You had left, he had stuck around. Sat with his friends while they cried. Make them laugh on bad days. Trained Dustin to be a Dm. Went to hospital appointments with friends. Stayed awake talking them down from nightmares. All while suffering from his own traumas. He never complained because that's what friends do. Especially when they had gone through what they had. You left everyone, and now you could just come back, and everyone would love you. What do you know about hard?

“She got to leave, it couldn't have been that bad.” Steve growled through the phone “you don’t know shit Munson” he slammed the phone down. Eddie was all alone, well not completely, he had his thoughts. He was now wishing for Sarah to call. He felt like he was being smothered by thoughts, what did Steve mean? Eddie might have been mean that night to you, but surely it wasn't enough to qualify this sort of response. How had you had a hard life? Had something happened? Was he missing something? He shook his head. No, he hated you, he needs to keep it this way. He picked up the phone and rang Sarah, as soon as he heard her voice he spoke. “Come over after work”. He slammed the phone down. He needed to forget, Sarah could help with that even if it was only a couple of hours.

A couple of hours before the thoughts would come back and he was swarmed by curiosity, pain and loneliness.

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I don’t know if you’re still accepting prompts but if you are could I get a Ron and Billie Jealous au for your brand of brothers fic? Or one where Ron leaves his wife for Billie (I know it’s messy but babe I love drama and I need angst)

I'm so sorry this took so long, Maddie! I went in a slightly different direction with this, but it's a scene I've been meaning to write for a while - the two of them meeting post-war and post-everything.

Hawaii was supposed to be nice, this time of year.

That was what all the travel adverts said, anyway - not that Billie would get much of a chance to see it. Airline stewardesses didn't make enough to take a week away on the beach - an overnight in the airport hotel, perhaps a daiquiri in the bar, and then it was straight back out the next morning, listening to all those eager vacationers asking how she'd liked the sand and the surf.

But despite those setbacks Billie could honestly say that she liked her job. The pay was good, and the hours weren't terrible, and she could say that she'd been to some fabulous places over the last five years - up to and including not spending any time at home in Philadelphia with her mother, who would keep wondering aloud when she was going to get married. When are you going to meet someone, her mother kept asking. Surely there are single men on planes.

What, you mean all of those bored businessmen looking for a little heavy petting away from home? Those single men? Those were the only kind she met these days - unless you were talking about the pilots, who were just as bad at keeping commitments.

No, she wasn't going to meet anyone here, and that was just the way she liked it. At present she had no obligations and nothing to tie her down, and that was just the way she liked it, too. Billie fixed on her face in the forward galley and made her way down the aisle, offering to help 7B with her bag, and to find a souvenir plane for the little boy in 12C.

There was laughter, a few rows back - a group of officers in class As, crusher caps and all, each with an identical briefcase and a smile that only got wider as she walked by. Hawaii was probably only a stopover for them - one night at the airbase and then on to Japan. Five years ago they wouldn't have been laughing about this flight - but five years was a long time. Billie tried to move by, brushing by the one joker who was still loitering in the aisle.

"And how about you, gorgeous?" he asked with a grin. "Are you free when we get there?"

One born every minute. "Terribly sorry, gentlemen, but I have other plans."

"Aw, but are they more fun than us?" his friend asked, rising from his own seat to block her in a moment, taking one hand and wrapping his free arm around her waist, his hand resting casually on her ass. "Maybe some drinks and dancing?"

Billie felt her blood rising, felt the urge to clench her fist and punch him square in the gut starting to pick up speed. She'd be allowed, if she were somewhere else. But stewardesses had to be cleverer with their jabs. She was just mustering her very best smile when someone spoke behind her.

"Is there going to be a problem here, Captain?"

Immediately the hands dropped - and Billie's face did, too. I know that voice. "No, Major Speirs, sir. Of course not."

And then there was another man behind her, looming. "When you speak to a lady, you call her ma'am." She took a deep breath, and turned around, only to come face to face with the same familiar dark eyes she knew she'd find. "Miss Mitchell."

It was a good thing the other man had called attention to his rank, because she wouldn't have been able to see it. She was too busy looking at him. "Major Speirs." And it took every ounce of strength she had not to call him Ron, because here he was, and exactly as she remembered, and the way his voice wrapped itself around her core felt as though it were only yesterday that they'd been in bed together, chuckling over shared cigarettes.

And one of his men had been feeling her up, and he looked spitting mad about it. Or at least, as mad as Ron ever looked, which was to say he had a kind of fire behind his eyes that you wouldn't notice until it burned you.

A bell rang overhead for the captain to speak, and everyone resumed their seats - and now those eyes were following her through the whole plane.

Billie knew how she looked to men in her uniform- the pencil skirt, cut to display a tight derriere and a fine pair of legs, the tailored coat with its bracelet sleeves, the pert hat over perfect hair. But she was unsure, now, how she looked to him. Did he like tight skirts, or the look of her calves in seamed stockings and heels? Was the way she dressed her hair now still attractive? Or did he only love the woman in fatigues with her unwashed hair in a braid, the one he could ask, laughing, Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?

She didn't know. And she wasn't sure she could stand the answer if she asked.

The captain turned the loudspeaker on, mentioning the gateway, and taxiing, and takeoff, and everyone took their seats and put their seatbelts on, and the engine roared them down the jetway. Billie's stomach was already in her mouth.

Ron Speirs. On her airplane.

It wasn't quite a full flight to Hawaii - eager vacationers, anxious for the sun, businessmen talking rice and pineapple and a dozen other commodities, and the small contingent of officers, all of whom seemed to have learned their lesson the first time and refrained from saying more than two words to her as she went by. All of them - and Ron.

She brought the cart around for drinks, tidied away newspapers and magazines, and studiously avoided him until she was doing the second round of drink service and he flagged her down. The seat next to him was empty, taken up by a briefcase and his own crusher cap - the privileges of rank.

"Billie, please. Stay a moment."

"I have a job to do."

"I'll take coffee."

She poured it without thinking, straight black, nothing in it, just the same way he'd always drunk it during the war, and set the cup down in front of him. "Some cream and sugar, please," he said, and she stared for a moment before realizing what it was he was doing - creating a reason for her to stay.

"So they promoted you," she said, taking her time with the sugar. "I didn't know if you'd stay in."

"I didn't have a reason to get out," he said, and as she set the cup down and he steadied it on his table she noticed his hand was bare - no ring. "We…separated," he offered, quietly. "There was …someone who needed her more." The casual way he said it nearly broke her. "I see one of us did all right, though," he said, smiling as he gestured to the diamond solitaire on her own hand. "Who's the lucky fellow?"

She looked down at the ring like she'd forgotten it was there - because she had forgotten she had it on. Her hand clenched like that would somehow hide it. "Oh, he - he doesn't exist. Sometimes it helps with - deterrence."

"And what do you tell them about him, when they ask?"

I tell them that he's very handsome, and we met during the war, and that he's a captain in the army. "Oh, this and that. Pretty lies." She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"I am, too." He glanced up at her with a brief smile, as if he were somehow afraid to hold her eye. "Do they give you some time for fun, after these long hauls?"

"Not much," she admitted. "But I can smell the sea, from the airport hotel, and that's usually good enough."

"They have me at the airport, too," he said vaguely. "Army travel budgets."

Down the aisle, someone else gestured, and she replaced the coffee on her cart. "Don't let me keep you," he offered, and she continued on down the row.

15C needed a gin and tonic with less emphasis on the tonic and more emphasis on the gin, and as she poured, her eyes glanced backwards down the aisle, catching a glimpse of dark eyes leaning slightly to the left, watching her from behind his hand with a different kind of fire, his coffee untouched in front of him.

Hawaii was nice, this time of year - if you had time to see any of it, that is. But five years was a long time.

(She was just hanging up her uniform when there was a knock at the door, and a pair of dark, fiery eyes behind it - tie loose, very sober. He looked her in the eye with longing. "Has anyone told you today you're beautiful?")

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 16 thoughts

oh this was an episode that had me on EDGE. and then also laughing because it was so ridiculous. that man grew salamander hands.

"i still don't get it. what does this have to do with us?" "robbing a jewelry store is a federal crime" (dana scully, in the flattest voice you have ever heard) "thanks" <- yeah i did laugh so hard i had to rewind at that point. so what!

mulder greets his old pal by singing his name... never beating the nerd allegations

(and clearly this is normal for them, because his friend says "i hate when you do that" which makes it even funnier)

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! he had his first case with the FBI at the age of 28! something went terribly wrong because he wouldn't shoot the robber, and the bad guy killed another agent! he has been blaming himself for this for years! and the robber, who was thought to be dead, is somehow back and stalking him!

when scully learns about this, she tells him that she thinks he did the right thing by not taking the shot, but this makes him VERY angry. he slams the door on her, and ran away to watch the dead guy's kid play football. ouch! that's gotta hurt. he tends to be very under control, so seeing him like this was jarring.

then he finds out he's being followed while still at the football game and screams "I'LL GET YOU, YOU BASTARD!" which had to make the kid's parents feel deeply uncomfortable

as if mulder hasn't suffered enough in this episode with the guy who killed his coworker and vowed to kill him coming back, the very same man to whom mulder earlier sang to as a greeting just said that "spooky mulder" is a "liability" and "an embarrassment" to the FBI. at this point in the episode my jaw dropped!

(he doesn't seem to take too much offense to this- instead seeing it as his pal warning him that maybe the guy who is stalking him is in the fbi- but i took deep offense on his behalf!)

the next scene we got was a flashback to the trial of the robber and i wrote "is this lawyer the same woman that played eve in the eve episode" but i don't have any immediate intention of finding out if that is true or not... but wouldn't it be funny if it was.

mulder stops his testimony and screams at the robber that he should "die like an animal, you son of a bitch", to which i wrote in my notes, was "another jaw drop moment"!

i love getting to see the composed character lose it. it's clear that mulder took this very, very personally, and that it haunts him. love to see an insight into the past and love that he looked the same in the flashback but with a slightly different hairstyle.

then medical scully comes into play when she requests the dead guy's records and notices that it seems impossible for him to have died of a heart attack if he was in perfect health a few months before... hmm...

(i love when scully goes Doctor Mode it is one of life's simple pleasures)

mulder was still at work at 10:45 at night in the next scene which is adding fuel to scully's theory that he doesn't have a life lmao

but then the robber breaks in and kills his friend, inflicting even more pain upon mulder, who has really had to deal with a lot, and this can only intensify the guilt he was already facing for not shooting the bad guy so many years earlier. it also shows that he remembers the details of those around him- the ages of the other guy's kids, their hobbies, that this friend was writing a novel, that his wife had died of cancer- all of which haunt him further

(also just evidence of his fantastic memory but this is the Sad edition of that fact)

scully does more doctor detective work: the guy who proclaimed our robber dead lost his license for doing unethical experimentation!

next we had what i wrote in my notes in all caps as a "SCULLY GLASSES MOMENT!" where she was writing her case notes and saying there was NO EVIDENCE to support mulder's theory that this fellow was de-aging himself. but someone was breaking into her apartment! and it was accompanied by eerie latin chanting!!!! oh i was stressed!!! he got away in the nick of time when the evil doctor showed up at her door!!!!

(also noticed she has a little fabric cat hanging on her door <3)

so the doctor gave this robber man salamander hands. mulder seems naturally disgusted by this but scully is in Doctor Mode and finds that fascinating. i find myself somewhere in between the two, laughing at the mental picture.

but the salamander robber stalker man stole the evil doctor's research, and is now bargaining with the US government to sell them the secrets of anti-aging! doctors hate this one man's simple tricks!

(mulder is very angry about this. i sympathize, but also feel that dealing with a salamander murderer de-aging guy is probably one of the less morally dubious things the FBI has gotten up to in its time, so make of that what you will)

scully comes out of the shower with wet hair <3 sopping wet kitten <3

(honestly she needs to move like people keep breaking into her place and it's stressing me tf out)

so now she has to be the bait because the bad guy robber stalker salamander is coming to her friend's recital! and she's nervous so mulder winks at her across the room. ohhhhhh my gosh. oh man. someone hold me.

(and dana scully is the kind of friend who goes to her pal's cello recital <3)

despite the stalking and killing salamander man has done, mulder is insistent on taking this guy alive, which speaks to his moral virtue but also provided foreshadowing for what would happen next: evil salamander hands takes scully's friend hostage thinking mulder won't shoot, but he DOES. and the eerie latin chanting returns while this occurs. more guilt! more guilt! that's what latin chanting is about!

scully is also shot at, and she looks down at her chest, sees a bullet in it, and sighs deeply. which would frankly also be my reaction. turns out she was in 8 layers of kevlar, so she's hurting, but she's okay. but i laughed a lot. ugh. shot at again. another day at the office for scully.

she then tells mulder she's proud of him for shooting that guy knowing about his reservations in the past. it is a full circle moment. scully was proud of him for not shooting all those years ago and now she is proud of him for pulling the trigger. she recognized the growth it took in each of those moments and the sorrow that lies behind mulder's seemingly aloof exterior.

overall, a really great episode!! i enjoyed it in both its seriousness and campiness of a de-aging salamander man being our monster of the week. seeing fox mulder tormented with puns about his name gave us a good look into his past that he seems to keep at a distance, and allowed us to examine his moral qualms with the need to pull the trigger and how he holds onto that Guilt that composes the core of his character. the guilt that compels him to do what he does, devote his life to tracking down extraterrestrials so he can find his sister, that guilt for failing to keep people close to him safe, and that guilt that comes from never being able to fully be in control of a shifting world around you. he Needs to protect and he cannot do that all the time and that eats him alive. a very compelling gentleman to me personally.

[no-nightingales-iwanttodie]

PERCY JACKSON EPISODE 7 SPOILERS!!! (and also for the book if you haven't read it!!)

So, as always, FANTASTIC episode.... But..

There were soo many things that I waited the week to see, that they either changed, or completely left out.

A lot of the changes they did in the series are not changes that bother me or they're changes I really liked, but this time they did me dirty.

The struggle in crusty's??? The waiting room filled with dead people??? The whole oh no cerberus is after us what are we gonna do omg wait cerberus is just a big puppy that wants to have some fun???

I know they did still technically have that last one but it was very different from the book.

Now see, I don't mind that it's different from the books, this is Rick's chance to rewrite the book but with the knowledge he has of what happens in the whole book series.. But some things I think affected the episode a bit on the negative side.

Another thing that does annoys me at times, but truly isn't the end of the world, is that too often the characters just. Know. They meet a new monster and they immediately know who it is and what they do. Where as in the book they find out the hard way. Knowing that they've reached medusas lair before they see the statues to prove it, knowing how to defeat crusty before even walking into his shop (otherwise Annabeth wouldn't already be wearing her cap, fight me) etc. I think the overall show would be slightly improved, had they just added maybe 10 minutes to every episode, and used those extra minutes to show our heroes actually in trouble. Percy doesn't know how to properly fight yet, show him learning. They do that, but I think they could do it more.

I don't mind the telling, not showing, because the entire first book is just a huge infodump. The people that are mad at that, needs to read the book (again)

Also, that is EXACTLY how I envisioned hades to be. Not so somber, not the hadestown version of hades (tho I really do love hadestown hades) but the dorky, clever little bastard that was in episode 7. Thank you! I immensely enjoyed every second of those few minutes of screen time he had. But I do think some scenes were too short. Don't come for me, I know a lot of the "fights" from TLT are way shorter than some people might remember, but they did almost die in crusty's shop and I wanted persassy talking to charon and sailing the Styx.

I did like that they kept the shoes dragging grover to tartarus, that gives a lot of info to non readers about who the traitor is.. One thing about tartarus though... I clearly remember it as a cave with a huge bottomless pit? I could be wrong, and honestly, it being in a cave or the middle of a desert is not something that is too important to me, I just thought the cave set the whole mood. Ykno, with Artemis being trapped in there in TTC and all that. But again, not That important to me.

The only thing that has legitimately bothered me about this show, has been the lighting. As someone who is incredibly passionate about lighting, and wants to become a professional in the field, watching (or struggling to) some of the scenes, were so annoying. They could do better than giving Pjo the DC treatment. I watch the show on my computer, in a dark room, with the screen light on max, and still couldn't see certain scenes in the show (like the amusement park, the minotaur, fields of asphodel etc)

There's many ways to show the audience that it's so dark the characters might have trouble seeing, without the audience feeling the same way.

I'm so sorry about the length of this, I had stuff to say. But no one will ever get me to dislike this show. I love it, so so soo much, sometimes there are just things I'm insanely excited to see, as a book reader, that doesn't happen and I'm a bit sad about that, no matter how good bad or neutral the changes are.

[not-the-darknight]

Diluc's Relationships

Romantic

Diluc - Zhongli (@wangsheng-consultancy) ❤❤❤❤❤ Diluc was absolutely smitten with Zhongli the first time he saw him. His feelings since then have been growing strongly and he cannot imagine a life without his partner. He would die and kill for this lizard. He is not ashamed to admit his love for Zhongli. Unlike his usual stoic, aloof self, he is more soft and playful around Zhongli.

Family

Diluc - Kaeya (@cavalry-cap-kaeya) ★★★★★ Their relationship might have gotten complicated over the years but Diluc loves his brother and is very protective of him. Protective to the point that he keeps tabs on Kaeya without even Kaeya realizing it sometimes. He bickers and teases his brother but he wouldn't tolerate anyone else disrespecting his brother. Although, he does wish that Kaeya was more proactive in his romantic relationships so Diluc often offers him support in the form of "nudges".

Diluc - Merlot (@merlot-meows) ★★★★★ Diluc would die for Merlot. Merlot is his child. Period. Despite Diluc not understanding Merlot turning into a cat-human hybrid, he still loves Merlot and wants Merlot to have a safe space in the winery. Although the cat in him drives Diluc crazy sometimes

Platonic

Diluc - Annie (@the-chaos-siblings) ★★★★☆ He is very protective of Annie given how young she is and how chaotic her chosen family can be. He always is entertaining her fantasies but also is slightly strict with her just to teach her the difference between right and wrong. He cherishes her company and would like to see her grow up to be a strong, independent woman.

Diluc - Fang (@the-chaos-siblings) ★★★★☆ Although it appears Diluc is a lot colder to Fang in comparison to Annie, he still cares about this chaotic brunette. He is cold to him so that Fang eventually straightens up to be the parental figure needed to raise Annie. Although, Diluc is very skeptical of Fang's impusive behavior

Diluc - Izzy (@potionsforyoudarling) ★★★☆☆ Among all the chaos crew, he know she is the most responsible one. He trusts her to protect Annie but he doesn't know a lot about her as he hasn't interacted with her as much as Fang and Annie. He has heard good things about her from Adelinde and if Adelinde chooses to place her trust in Izzy, Diluc will also choose to do the same.

Diluc - Astris (@ask-astris-celeste) ★★★☆☆ Diluc has not spent a lot of time with Astris but still remembers their first encounter. Not everyone clears their tab despite Diluc being lax about it. He appreciates the accountability. Given how Zhongli also trusted his identity with Astris, and Astris's overall concern about him, he has very positive impressions about him. Although, given recent revelations, Diluc is not too sure about Astris's choice of picking partners.

Diluc - Lumine (@luminexhotaru) ★★★★☆ Diluc trusts her enough to ask her for help when needed in terms of Abyss or Fatui related activities. Although he does wish she was more careful about her costumes and pictures that keep appearing on his dashboard, he knows that she is one of the good ones and she is a lot stronger than she appears. He is protective of her and if required will chase away the perverts that keep bothering her.

Diluc - Aether (@sunstruck-traveller) ★★★★☆ Same as Lumine. He trusts Aether (and by proxy Paimon) with his missions if needed. Although he doesn't often dump them on Aether given how Aether always seems to be solving everyone else's problems. He is protective of Aether as well and understands Aether's struggles with reconciling with a sibling. He also is very respectful to Paimon though he finds it amusing that Paimon has not given him a nickname yet.

Diluc - Wriothesley (@duke-wrio) ★★☆☆☆ Diluc and the Duke so far have an amicable acquaintanceship due to their shared intel about draconian traits of their partners. Diluc has enough information about the Duke thanks to his network but knows that the Duke is a man of his own principles and poses no threat to him or his loved ones. Therefore he chooses to trust the Duke.

Rivals

Diluc - Capitano (@krovium) ♦♦♦♦♦ Needless to say, this Harbinger tried to kill him back in the days. Given his affiliation with the Fatui, he is bound to feel strong resentment towards Capitano and the fact that Capitano is affiliated with the abyss adds to Diluc's feelings of anger and distrust. He does slightly sympathize with Capitano due to his situation with the Tsaritsa but not enough to engage with him.

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Kinktober - Day 5

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Gender: Male reader

Prompt: Aphrodisiacs

Character: Asmodeus

Warning(s): 18+ (duh), Soft Dom bottom Asmo, Sub top reader, riding, slight dacryphilia, scratching

Words: 1,440

A/N: Btw I changed the character from Childe to Asmo just because I felt like it would work more, I'll do Childe at one point but I didn't feel as though he fit the prompt. I probably will post each day on my own time so it might lead into November or I might drop some prompts. For day 6 I'm going to try to write in 3rd person pov to see what I like better cause normally I write in 2nd

Fem aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

You were in your room studying for an upcoming exam in a few days but some of the questions were giving you trouble. You wanted to ask Belphie or Satan for some help but everybody other than you, Asmo, and Levithan went out to eat at Hell's kitchen. You had wanted to go but decided to stay in your room so you could study, you knew Levi stayed because a new game of his recently came out, and as for Asmo you really didn't know why he stayed.

It had to have been a few hours since the others left when a certain champagne-haired colored demon burst through your door, loudly exclaiming that a new product he had bought just arrived. He wanted to test it on you before he tries it on himself, wanting to make sure it was safe and wouldn't hurt his oh-so-perfect skin.

"Sorry not right now Asmo, maybe another time." You shook your head, looking up at the avatar of lust for a second seeing a pout on his face. "Maybe you can ask Levi or any of the others when they get back?" Shrugging at him you went back to your work hoping he would leave so you could continue but maybe lady luck wasn't on your side because not even 30 seconds later he was throwing a tantrum.

He kept stomping his foot on the ground while tugging at your arm trying to get you up. "Please, please, please! (Y/n)! It will only take a minute!" You let him beg for a while until you finally get bored of him bugging you, with a sigh you get up out of your chair. "Fine, but it can't take too long."

The demon just smiles and drags you behind him to his room. He pushes you to sit on the edge of his bed as he goes into his bathroom to grab it. You awkwardly sit there for a bit while shuffling can be heard in the other room as Asmodeus grabs whatever it is.

Asmodeus soon struts back into the room carrying a fancy-looking black box in his hands, a huge smile on his face. Feeling slightly worried now, you probably should've asked him what the product is before you agreed. With a gulp, you decided to speak up to ask him what the product is.

"So, uh... what is the thing you wanted to show me?" Now he stands in front of you, opening the lid of the box to show face cream. Maybe? It looked like face cream but something was a little different about it. He grabs the bottle and tosses the small black box aside on the floor, he shoves the tube in your face showing it off.

"Okay? So a face cream for?" You push his hand back away from your confused face. Asmo takes a headband and slides it onto your head to keep your hair out of your face. He then pops the cap open and plops some of the pink cream on his index finger, using his knee to push yours open so he can slide in between them.

"Don't worry, it's safe! I only order the best products for of course the best." You roll your eyes before squeezing them shut as he spreads the cold cream on your face, a shiver rolling through you as he covers your face with it. He stops spreading the cream around, wiping the excess on your shirt with you letting out a 'hey!'

You hear him giggle a little, peaking open one eye you see him taking a picture of you. Pushing him away as he laughs louder, before taking a seat beside you. "How long are we supposed to leave this on for?" You asked as you lay back sprawled out on his comfy bed.

He looks at the bottle for directions, reading them out. "It says for 3-5 minutes then use a wet cloth to wipe it off" You nod relaxing, but you only got to relax for a bit as your face started to feel a hint of hotness that quickly spread across your body.

"H-hey Asmo?" You sit up as he lets out a little questioning hum. "Is the cream supposed to make me feel hot?" You query, the hotness getting worse. "I don't think so? Maybe it's me making you act up" Asmo playfully suggests but it doesn't make you laugh.

"I'm serious Asmo, I think we need to remove it." You try to keep your tone cool but your voice cracks halfway through. The demon quickly gets up from the bed with a worried look, he rushes into his bathroom and grabs a damp cloth.

You felt a tightness in your pants, and looking down you see that you were getting hard. 'Oh fuck oh fuck' You think as you grab one of his pillows quickly and place it on your lap, letting out a little moan as it rubs against your uncomfortably hard cock.

He hastily makes his way to you wiping off the face cream to reveal your flushed face. You accidentally let out a whine when his fingers brush over your cheek, you just wanted to die right then and there. It was getting so hot, your clothes felt itchy, and your pants felt too tight.

Looking up at him with teary eyes, you manage to whimper out something "Asmo, please!" You didn't even know what you were begging for, you just wanted relief, wanted your foggy mind cleared. Even if you didn't know what you were asking, it looked like Asmo knew what you needed.

He moves closer to you, and as soon as he was in arms reach you cling onto his shirt. "Take your clothes off, I am going to fetch something love" He says kissing your forehead before making his way back to his bathroom to grab some lube and a condom.

You throw the pillow over beside you, standing up to shuffle out of your clothes only leaving your boxers on. You lay back on the bed, sneaking a hand onto your clothed dick rubbing it, trying to get as much friction as you can.

Asmodeus comes back in with nothing on, as you hazily gaze at him you whine for him to hurry. He walks over to you, setting the stuff down by the pillow. "Honey, you need to take your boxers off." He softly says to you, as you hurriedly shuffle out of them, throwing the piece of fabric somewhere on his floor.

He climbs on top of you, his hands resting on your chest to steady him from your shivering form. "Shh, calm down baby" He whispers to you, his painted nails raking down your chest leaving red marks along your body. Your body felt like a flame was lit inside you, everything was so sensitive, and even a single touch felt like the touch of an ice-cold angel.

Small noises of pleasure continue to leave your mouth, your hands grip the demon's thighs. "Please Asmo, hurry" You sob out, eyes glassy from the tears in them. He doesn't acknowledge your plea, as he slowly takes his time exploring your body. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, licking and nipping at it as his other hand reaches around to prep himself with the lube he grabbed.

By the time he is done prepping himself you are a moaning crying mess, cheeks tear-stricken as you sob for him to hurry. He reaches over and picks up the forgotten condom ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto your hardened cock. He rubs some lube onto it, slowly lifting himself up before slamming himself onto your dick.

You let out a wail, overcomed with so many emotions at once, your nails dig into his thighs as you hold back thrusting into him. Once he was ready to move he lifts himself up to your tip then sliding all the way back down.

"You can move," He says to you through a weak gasp, with the confirmation you need to start to thrust up into him. Both of your thighs are shaking, and his nails dig into your chest and stomach looking like a cat went feral on you. "Go faster baby" He gasps out as you start to speed up, grabbing his hips not letting him move.

You roll him over onto his back, his legs immediately wrapping around your hips. Your back getting the same treatment as your chest did from his nails, you could even feel some of the scratches drip tiny droplets of blood.

[Yall I suck at writing anything less than 1000 words but I'm just wondering would you rather read something that is less than 1000 words or more than 1000? Advice or feedback is appreciated 🙏]