#and my beloved sunshine boy oc

[gummywyrmtrainer]

I, for one, welcome the new Suicune design, and I can't wait to have it... Plus I kinda want Tanis to get it, too.

It's just a feral little raptor dog, what's not to love?

[liamthemailman]

eye contact

be the orange sunlight to my blue skies

[eldritch-alicedoll]

Diasomnia Boy gift s/o an evening gown to attend the NRC & RSA ball tgt Headcanon

Following from my dress sketch design if you haven’t seen it here . They are base from Glorious Masquerade & Playful land events. Basically a sequence I imagine while drawing the dresses XD I also want to mention that when it’s finish 🥺 you can draw it on your oc and even tweak a bit detail to fit your Yuu or OC. It’s meant to be share with everyone, not just my Yuu.

⚠️ Bad English……. I have no idea what is grammar . 😂

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Imagine a ball between NRC and RSA happening maybe sometime after chapter 7. All students are invited but you are troubling since you have no dress to wear. And for the love of the great seven. Your beloved head master, Crowley just allowed you to join in your NRC uniform……….. great! So much for your kindness!!

Guess who will be the photographer and a background character on this event…..hahaha………

Well maybe you whine too much in front of the wishing well. Someone comes up with a plan. A plan that would make you believe in a fairytale once again!

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𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔰 🐉

You had to be blind to not suspect anything……

Lately Mal is a bit touchy. Not that he isn’t normally but this is different. Sometimes he holds your wrist while mumbles something while going on a night stroll. Sometimes he stares at you and gets lost in his thoughts. He even stands just in front of you and tries to lift you up once.

You are so confused and a bit embarrassed when he asks about your height so you call for support. The Diasomnia’s family counselor aka. Lilia Vanrouge. You went all the way to Diasomnia dorm without telling anyone and sneak in to see Lilia.

But

…….

…..

…………

Is he………….

Is he dancing with a dress just now??

Surprisingly you just witness your dragon boyfriend practicing a dance with a beautiful dress. He hummed ‘that song’ while spinning with the dress. What a beautiful princess gown with dark green silk. It looks so shiny and smooth, something that would delicately touch her skin while being held in that big palm. Imagine how soft that hand craft lace feels when on your chest. He did not spare any piece of jewellery from his procession. He keep bring in dazzling earrings and necklaces to test it with the gown. He would have use the heart of his collection to craft a piece of accessories for you if he doesn’t want to save it for something later in the year. You can see a magical golden thread and needle weaving delicate patterns on the skirt as he continues the dance. Every angle……Every turn………..Malleus is creating a masterpiece. He did it………..for you…….for his princess.

Your face is burning from the love of this dragon fae. Why does he have to put so much effort into it.

Oh no………now you a mess

You open the Pandora box too early and now you have to live with it while pretending not to know a thing until the day. You bit your lip as Mal smoothly tug a strain of hair behind your ears. You can now understand what he mumbles about……rose gold? Sunshine gold? May be one of his grandma’s jewellery set?? (Oh god no…….that’s tooo far for the first gown Mal lol)

Your heart beat so fast until the evening of the event. Malleus play cool by teasing you and being a nice partner who prepare a gift for you.

Boom! You are now in a matching dress. So those Raven feathers on the hip are supposed to match his shoulder then ah………..you are about to take off the veil since it looks like a bride. Before Malleus could turn grumpy…..Sebek yell and lecturing you about how talented Wakasama are! You human dare to question his sense of fashion? Outrageous! Just because he love you doesn’t mean you can ruin his days of afford to perfect this dress

Woops………tongue slip

Well it’s not like you never know anyway. Just pretend to be surprise so Sebek won’t get a lightning strike okay?

Bonus : she doesn’t want to point out that when she accidentally saw Malleus weaving that dress……. his tail wagging. It’s a secret she gonna take to her grave though

Bonus 2 : Lilia does notice that and brag about how adorable Malleus is. How Malleus has grown to fit in the society in front of the other dorm leader………..Oopsie

Bonus 3 : Malleus learn the hard way not to miss the meeting

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 🦇

Have you heard of the story of the fairy godmother in Cinderella? Well he won’t just roll out and sing bib bi di bub bi di bo and bang! A nice new dress for you. The old man planned while cuddling you in bed……in sofa…..in the gaming chair(?)

He pretends to be busy with something and hasn't listened to you. Even play dumb and say you look cute in the school uniform. Well it’s not totally a lie since he thinks it’s adorable. Why would he poke on your cheek and nibble your neck while you are in your uniform if it’s not because you are so cute to him.

The truth is, this old bat is as excited as you. He lived through the war time and never got a chance to enjoy a leisure party before. Well it’s just a joint event of 2 schools. It can't compare with how grand the royal ball of the Briar valley held a ball but this is the first time he is going to have his lover join him. He doesn’t have to be alert from enemies. Doesn’t have to command his subordinates to search all the parties involved in this event. Just lay back enjoy the day with you.

He had been trying to recreate that dress in his memories just for you. It was around……..hundred? Two hundred?? Year ago??? He walked past this girl on the street and was stunned by her attire. It’s an elegant dress with black velvet and green emerald. Soft flare neckline covered the black corset. Enough skin to show your radiant but not too much.

Well, He was allowed to give you some hickeys before the day of the ball. It got enough fabric to cover all his naughtiness. Wink*

However he was troubled with the skirt since he only remembered just part of it flowing past him. He argued if it’s short or long skirt. He was going back and forth and even tried to summon multiple dresses to compare them…….Then before the final day. He just uses his sense of style to bring it together. Of cause ! Who do you think he is, if not the cutest boy in NRC ? (Self proclaimed……)

He smiles so proudly with your flushed cheek as he teases you. As you put on a golden belt with a bat and thorn on. This is the perfect dress for you. His baby bat. He should had prepare a ring for this big day but well…….there are plenty time for that

Bonus : He pick a perfume for you today and as you dance with him on the floor. It’s totally Lilia’s scent///

This is very long………..more than I expected

I’ll continue Silver & Sebek in part 2 then 😂 sorry I’m so into it with my oshi! I’ll try pack in other dorm in one post! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!!

[drea-ms]

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. (罪と罰.) DENJI.

synopsis. tragic lovers who were never meant to be tragic at all. What a tragic story.

warnings. reader dies. no description of gender. heavy angst. hurt no comfort. blood. death. read the first word of each paragraph. typos & not proof read.

— "I love you." three words, three simple words for one to say, three letters that meant every feeling meant to be beautiful, sweet, kind. But, in this case, those three smiple words were used as a lie of sorts. Sure you did love the the messy blonde haired boy, but you knew better than to love love him. You were never capable to do so. Three words so true, yet not.

Will those three words change a thing? Probably not. What a shame. "You don't mean it, I know you don't. So stop lying to me and yourself, [name]." he says, looking at you with a displeasure look on his face, blood stained in his white dress shirt and his oh so beautiful face. A face that could melt you for sure, but it doesn't right now. If love was a crime, then your punishment was this moment you were living in.

"Always—" you cough, blood coming out from your mouth, "I always mean it when it comes to you. Nothing will change that." you say, a small smile shows up on your face, a true honest smile, one that only he can get. He looks at you with a frown, he pouts. How cute, was...he always this blurry? Why is he blurry? Why can't you see him?

"Love, Lets get you up, okay? You're losing blood." He says, an unknown look is shown on his face. you can't tell what it is, you don't know who he is. What is going on? Nonetheless, you nod, after all, you were losing a lot of blood. What a pain.

You get told that love is a nice feeling, one that can make your heart beat fast for the other, a feeling no one wants to get rid of, even if it does hurt you in the process. Love is like a nice warm summer breeze, where you're standing with your beloved enjoying the sunshine and the flowers around you. Love is also a cruel, cruel feeling. Killing others like a deadly disease, harming others like it's nothing and ending stories that were never meant to ended.

"I won't make it." you state, it was obvious. The amount of blood that you have lost is high, by the time he takes you to help you'll be dead. Maybe it was a good thing, you'll finally have your peace. Living in a constant state of fear and pain gets to you sometimes. "You will. I know you will because I'm telling you to. So please, stay alive for me." He says, "Promise me." he whispers this time, holding his pinky up, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"Promise." You say, lying to him, holding your pinky up against his and interlocking them together, both pinkies fitting together like a puzzle, smiling at him with a bright smile. You knew you were doomed from the start, He knew too but he had hope. Too much hope.

"I'm sorry, Denji."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you—"

"I always have."

"Hey Denji,"

"Yes?"

"I will always love you. I Promise."

Darkness enveloped your vision.

This time when you open your eyes, you're in your room.

The loop repeats once again.

notes. sorry for the long ass break guys.... i have a life and got writers block.....but!!! im writing now!!! and will probably finish some works!!! this work is based of my new fanfic in wattpad!!! it's an oc x denji but i'll probably change it to an x reader...but so sorry for the delay of works!!! really busy throughout the whole time :(

[romanarose]

If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 2

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader/OC x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Javi and Santi talk about where to start with Lorea; Santi thinks on his night with Candy

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it.

Additional warnings: Catholic guilt and religous trauma and religion talk. However, this is not an anti catholic page. We can discuss the problems of the church at large and the guilt that abstence-only and shame based discussions on sex can affect people, but my family is catholic and I have a lot of respect for the individual people, especially Latino-catholics.

For the record, this is a fic that takes place in the drug trade and deals with the darker side of humanity, so anything from Narco's and Triple Frontier is liable to be discussed or mentioned here. This is your warning. This is not a dark fic nor is it centered around dark themes like Leather and Lace or Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside, but they are open to be talked about.

Reader has a nick name: Candy. Not her real name just what she goes by on her profession. Much of the inspo for this and for the title came from the Bruce Springsteen song “Candy’s room” so check it out for the vibes.

Reader speaks Spanish and had hair. I've decided Candy is just latina coded bc she's a sex worker in colombia so this is what I'm doing.

3.1k words. Proof red by my beloved Fen

Perspective changed per section. When perspective is Santi or Javi, reader is referred to in the 3rd person or by Candy.

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You have Santi sat up on the bed, facing you. Well, Diego. That’s what he said his name was, but if he thought you didn’t know who the new DEA agent in town was, he was mistaken. After your 3rd arrest for prostitution, you got a lot more careful, and always tried to keep up with the police in the area. You wondered if he knew Javi.

“Alright Diego, tell me, what exactly is it you’re looking for?” You ask, but he looks confused, so you give a soft, warm sigh. He was one of those ones. “Are you just looking for a quick fuck? Getting to know each other and forming a connection, exploring things?”

Santi considered his options. “Well, maybe I’d like to learn a little bit… only had s-” He swallowed. “sex a few times… you know, lights off, missionary, couple pumps and done…” A nervous chuckle emitted from him, so you tried to ease him with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry, baby boy, we can do that. Let’s start with getting to know a woman’s body, how about that?”

*

“Garcia, wake the fuck up.” Javi’s voice broke Santi out of his daydreaming, making him snap towards Javi.

“Huh? Sorry.”

“Whatsamatter, pretty boy, got dicked down too hard last night?”

Santi’s eyes went wide at that. “Dicked-?!?! DICKED DOWN? JAVI!” He leaned in to whisper harshly, as if it was important enough to keep quiet but not so bad Santi couldn’t miss an opportunity to clutch his pearls. “Javi, you fucking know I could get arrested for that!”

“I’m joking, pendejo.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that!”

Apparently, Santi looked concerned enough that Javi backed down, raising his hands in defeat. “Tranquilo, tranquilo amigo, lo siento. Yo parare.”

A little shaken, Santi glanced down as he calmed himself. “Gracias, Pena”. He rolled his shoulders and shook his head before clearing his throat. “So. Lorea. What do we got?”

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Santiago Garcia had never seen a pussy up close before. There’d been porno magazines, sure… and he’d… touched a bit. He wasn’t an animal, Will had explained he can’t just shove his dick into a woman, that could hurt her. No, you gotta warm her up first, seduce her, open her up. Santi heard more than he ever wanted to of the sordid detail of Will eating pussy. However, when it came to actual sex, Santi barely got through it without a panic attack. There was no way he was going to attempt to go down on a girl under those conditions. Still, he didn’t want to hurt her, so he made sure to finger the 3 girls he’d somehow bumbled his way into bed with.

He needed to do better. Candy was allowing him the chance to explore, get over his nerves.

“But I want you to cum…” He had insisted.

“Well aren’t you a sweet boy… I’ll make sure I cum, how about that? Let me worry about that.”

“But…” he had looked across at her. “But I wanna learn how too.”

She nodded with reassurance. “You will, trust me, I’ll teach you. Just for today, focus on getting comfortable. I’ll let you know what feels good and what doesn’t but what works for me may not work for someone else, so remember that. Most important thing is communicating and listening to her body, so let’s start there.”

That’s how he got here, flat on his chest with Candy’s legs spread out before him. Her pussy was glistening for him.

“Where do I… how do I start?”

Candy sat up just a bit on her elbows. “Start by just getting familiar, explore.”

So he did. Santi started with touching. His index and middle finger swept along her folds, moving and opening her up for his view. She was beautiful. He started with the top, the area just below her pantyline tan skin under a bush of hair followed by her folds coming to a head.

“That’s the clit, that’s very important.” She took his fingers and pulled back the hood. “Touch there” When Santi complied, Candy sank back down on her bed with a hum.

Santi felt a swell of pride at giving her pleasure. “Is that good?”

“Very good, pretty boy. Lot of nerves right there.”

He continued touching below, feeling the way her skin moved to his touch and how his fingers slid across the slick, soft skin below… She looked delicious.

“Can I taste you?”

*

“Where do we even start with something like this?” Santi groaned, flopping his head back.

Javi couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. “Don’t be such a child, Garcia. You take this shit one step at a time, just like anything else. Let’s start with what we know.”

The handsome younger man sighed. “Fine.” He pulled out the casefiles and Javi noticed how much calmer he’d seemed, less high strung… still high strung but that was just Santiago, Javi came to realize. “Gabriel Martin Lorea, coke dealer, devout catholic and family man… none of which stops him from hiring hookers.”

Javi chuckles. “Few things do.”

“Well, marriage should, especially when you have children.” Santi glared at him. 

His naivete, something Javi had been dreading with a younger partner, ended up endearing Santi to him. “Right, right of course.” He smiled and shook his head before lighting up a cigarette.

“Do you really have to do that indoors?”

“So sue me. I’m the one smoking, it’s not like it can hurt you.”

“I don’t know, I heard of a study that secondhand smoke can-”

Javi blew a puff of smoke in Santi’s face. “That’s just anti-smoking propaganda pushed by doctors to sell more nicotine patches.”

*

Santi had dived right in. Once he had permission to taste, he very tentatively licked a strip up her folds and to the clit… and was suddenly a starved man, insatiable, desperate to devour her and drown in her juices.. She liked when he touched her clit so he was sure to latch his mouth over the hood. As he sucked, Candy instructed him to finger her and he was happy to oblige. This, he could handle at least.

“Good boy…” Candy cooed at him. “Such a good boy for me, so obedient.”

“Wanna be good.” He mumbled into your core as he lapped at her, hips rutting against the bed. “Wanna do good.”

When her fingers found his hair, tangling up in his curls and tugging just a bit, he couldn’t help but whine into her, toes curling in his socks.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy, so good, but I’m gonna need you to stop.”

Stop? He didn’t wanna stop. Santi wanted to die here with her… Was it time? How much time did he pay for- ait, he hadn’t even paid her yet. What was her going rate? He didn’t fucking care right now, right now he’d pay her his life savings, his military pension, his first born, whatever she wanted if he could cum. 

“Whyyyyy?!” He simply went back to eating her out, taking every moment he had.

“Because,” Candy pulled at his curls, forcing him to look up and crawl back up her golden body. “Because you are about to cum, and I still wanna ride you.”

He could feel his eyes go wide at that. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what that meant… but for someone who had only ever done missionary, the whole concept seemed so… dirty. Santi chuckled nervously, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. “I’ll be honest, Candy, I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last as it is.”

He felt her chuckle. “Let’s slow down for a moment, then. I want you to undress.”

His breath hitched, but he made the move to undo his pants until she stopped him.

“Uh-uh, Diego. Stand up. Let me watch you undress.”

Undress like… standing? By himself? All out there and naked? “Um… can’t I do it here?”

“You can.” She confirmed with a kind smile. “But I’d really like to watch you strip for me.”

How could he resist that? Tentative, slow and careful, Santi stood up and Candy sat on the edge of the bed, bottoms off but still clothed top. “Are you gonna take that off?” It was half a joke, half a genuine question.

Candy nodded. “I will, just trust me.”

And he did, with everything in him.

So he took off his shirt.

*

“Okay. Catholic. Do we know what church he goes to?”

Javi raised an eyebrow? “You think a drug lord is going to daily mass?”

“No, but if he’s devout I assume he’s got a family that goes. Wife and children maybe, but definitely a mother. I don’t know one woman over 50 who doesn’t belong to a perish, especially a hispaña woman.”

“You find a lot of company con mujeres mayor, amigo?”

“Shut up. I say we start there. If we can find out about his family's church, we can probably find out a little more.”

Apprehensive as always, Javi crossed his legs, doubtful. “I don’t know, what can we possibly find out?”

Santi shrugged. “Not sure, but churches have a lot of records when it comes to members and if he has a family that is active we might find out something useful.”

“Is this really the best use of our time?”

Javi raised a good point, this might be a dead end, and they would have wasted all that time. “Just give me a picture of all known families and I’ll keep an eye out.”

Now that caught Javi’s attention, cocking an eyebrow at him. “You go to church, Garcia?”

A faint blush crept up Santi’s neck. His mother was very religious, that religion instilled into him and his sister. His sister couldn’t care less anymore, but then again she had never cared much about their mother’s harsh opinions and strict standards… Santi did. And so, even now with her passing, Santi attended mass often. Not a part of a regular perish, he just attended where he could and when his schedule allowed. The old women there did love him, but Santi knew Javi would never let that go. “Tengo muchas tías y primos en la zona. Si no muestro mi cara en la iglesia a veces, se lo dirán a mi madre y nunca escucharé el final.”

Javi didn’t need to know his mom was dead.

*

Santi nervously slides down his trousers and underwear, revealing the last bit of himself to Candy. Except for his tube socks. He wasn't sure what to do about those.

“Can I… move now?” He asked, a tremble in his soft voice.

She cocked her head to the side. “Does it make you nervous? To be seen like this.”

“To be seen like what?”

Candy stood up. “Naked, vulnerable, in full lighting…” She walked over towards him and placed her hands on her chest. “To let someone be able to see every part, every dip…” She felt over the ripples of his stomach muscles. “Every.” Lower. “Single.” Lower. “Inch.” Grabbing onto his hardened cock and began stroking it.

Santi let out a shuttered gasp at the touch of her hand. With her other one she lifted it to his mouth. “Lick, pretty boy.”

He was happy to oblige, not needing to know why. He didn’t need to ask questions with her, he could simply shut off his mind and let Candy guide him… mother knows best. Santi lapped at her palm, keening into it as the wetness smeared on his face.

“Such a good puppy”

The whine that emitted from him was out of him control; he liked the praise, he liked the nickname. He liked it a lot. He had been taught his whole life that sex was for procreation, a dirty thing to be done in shame and in quiet but here she was, proudly jerking him off with the now-wet hand… His mom would have said she was consumed by lust, that the devil had taken her, but Santo saw nothing but kindness in her eyes. Yes, he was paying her, he was well aware of that fact but she did genuinely seem to want to help him, to let him explore, to allow him to care for this basic human instinct… Was this dirty? Was this wrong? He wasn’t sure he cared anymore.

“Doing so good baby boy, are you close?”

He was seconds away from coming. “S-so close.” He had his head thrown back, letting her take the lead on his pleasure.

With that, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stifling his impending orgasm.

“Mierde!” Santiago grunted, body jolting a bit in the physical frustration.

“Relaje, guapo. Trust me, okay? Can you do that?”

He groaned, but complied. Santi trusted her with everything. Right now, he’d follow her into the dark.

*

“Alright, so Pope Santiago will case the churches in his free time. Where does that leave us during the time we actually get paid for?” Javi thought the nickname was fitting for the apparently religious boy.

“I think we need to learn more about his free time.” Javi put out his cigarette. “How about we talk to some girls, see if they know anything?”

Santi narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Girls?”

“Hookers, Pope, hookers.”

“Oh.” 

Javi noticed how he suddenly became so nervous. The boy needed to get laid. The new information of Santi being at least semi-religious was a whole new insight on his psyche. He already seemed to be a bit of a mama’s boy, a goody-two-shoes with a shiny military career and a good heart, but this was a little different. Javier’s family was catholic, as most families were. He had been baptized, first communion, confirmed, the whole jazz but as soon as he’d got annoying enough, his mom stopped bushing the issue. Santi, however, was still practicing.

“I’ll handle that part, Garcia. Don’t worry, I won't drag the Pope into a whore house.��

Javi had no doubt Santi could hold his own in most scenarios. Hell, he’d seen it. In line of fire, interviews, everything Santi could handle. But take him into a room full of prostitutes? Well, they’d eat him alive.

*

“Are you ready for me, pretty boy?” You had him right where you wanted him, right where you liked pretty boys like him that you got to corrupt in moments like this… Santiago was special though, you could tell. He was innocent, but he was far from the most innocent. You’d taken plenty of virginities before, so many you’d lost track of it all, but the way Santiago looked at you right now as he was sat up against the padded headboard of your bed slowly stroking him as your legs straddled his. Santiago looked at you with reverence, adoration, like he was fully submitted below you… as if you had the power, even though it was in his hands as the customer. Yeah, he was a special one. 

 A good, young DEA agent, straightline former military, special Ops and he came to you to show him how to pleasure a woman; not just to have sex, not just to get off, but to learn how to heighten the pleasure of all parties… A church going boy too. 

“Do I need to beg? Because I’ll fucking beg.” His hands were gripped at the sheets, lightning at the knuckles.

“Oh sweet boy, I won’t make you beg, I’m just checking in.” You sit up, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. Pulling down the foreskin, you begin to sink down on him, watching his eyes widen as your warmth enveloped him. He filled you right up. Every. Single. Inch.

“Breath baby, breath.” You urge him as you see his lips pressed tight together. 

He did as he was told, releasing a breath. 

“Good job. Now keep breathing, I’m going to finish undressing.” His cock was stuffed into you, and your bottom remained still as your top moved, stipping off your shirt and bra in one. 

It was merely a whisper. “Beautiful…” His eyes were nearly glazed over in lust when you began your work.

Up, down, up, down… you moved on him with your hands on his chest for balance… he seemed almost in shock as he looked in your eyes, only staying momentarily to look at your breasts before quickly looking back at your face as if it was impolite.

“It’s okay to look, Diego. You won’t offend me. You can find me sexy, do you think I’m sexy, Diego?”

“So pretty…” It was gasped out and you could tell he was almost there again.

You began to bounce on him with more vigor and the “You can touch me too”

“I’m… I’m a little scared too…”

Running your fingers through his curls, you ruffle it, enjoying the look of the pristine young man coming undone for you. You take the initiative for him. Hand in hand, you guide him to your breasts, encouraging Santiago to grope and squeeze as he liked and you reveal in the feeling of feeling of his excited pawing. He was enraptured in you, you and him were the only thing that matter right now, and you knew it. You stretched around him,  and you knew it had to be one hell of sight.

“Watch” Pulling him by his curls you guide him to look down where you and him connected, letting him watch the watch your cunt moved to accommodate him, making room to be filled over and over again. “See how my body let’s you in? I was made for you, pretty boy. I was made to take you inside me.”

The thick stretch was bringing you closer, and you knew he was only holding on by a thread himself, so you began to touch yourself. “Focus on that feeling, Diego. The feeling of us together. Can you feel it? I sure can.”

“I- I can, yes.” He was panting now, his bare tanned chest heaving with every bounce of you tits in his hands. 

“Yes what?” But he looked up at you in confusion, a desperation on his face to be good, do good, do this all right. “Yes ma’am”

“Yes ma- ma’ammmm” With that, Santiago’s hits thrust upward into you, his eyes drilled shut and mouth tightly closed in his attempt to muffle his own release.

You did no such thing. As he filled you up, you spilled over yourself and felt the gushing release of your cunt soaking his cock, you yelled out for him, letting him know how good he made you feel. Relaxing onto his chest, Santiago wraps his arms around you like an affection-starved child, and you get a little hint into what you think this was all about.

He needed praise. He needed fondness. He needed skin to skin contact like nothing else right now. He needed to be a good person and do it all right and know he was doing it right. 

Santiago needed to be loved.

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY THREE → CUT THE HEADLIGHTS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.3k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: steve & sunshine my beloveds <3

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Lovers Lake was quiet just after sunset. The sky was painted a dark, stunning shade of blue that almost looked purple, and thousands of stars twinkled overhead. The little dots of white light were still one of the most incredible things that Sunshine had ever laid her eyes on, and no matter how many nights she spent staring at them, she was captivated. The stars looked brighter in the summertime, and close enough that she could reach out and grasp them in her fingers to make a wish. If she could, she’d wish for the sea of worries to cease their raging inside her head. 

On the hood of Steve’s car, Sunshine lay beside him. They were close enough that one small movement could cause their arms to brush, and the mere thought of that happening was enough to bring heat to her cheeks.

Steve had become one of the first people she turned to when she didn’t understand something. He had never made her feel stupid for her lack of knowledge when it came to certain things. Instead, he answered her questions without a second thought. But she couldn’t exactly ask Steve about her confusing flush of feelings towards him. 

And those weren’t the only messy and confusing worries that occupied her mind. She was still drowning in guilt for lying to her parents about what happened during the ten years she was missing. It wasn’t the kind of guilt that she could simply fix, either. It was the kind she’d have to live with, and that made her feel even worse. Her parents were two people who truly loved her, not the kind of ‘love’ Dr. Brenner had tricked all of the lab children into believing in. Yet, she couldn’t tell them all of the fears and truths that haunted her. She couldn’t confide in them how children were supposed to be with their parents. 

If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure that she would tell them the truth, even if she could without consequences. For two and a half years she had spent trying to regain a semblance of normalcy in her life with her parents. Sunshine was terrified that, if they knew the whole truth, they wouldn’t be able to look at her the same. And how could she blame them for that? They thought she was dead, and when they discovered she wasn’t if they knew about the strange glow of her hands or knew the things she had done inside the Lab, there was no way they’d accept her like they had. That weighed heavily on her, the thought of her parents not being able to love her fully for the person she had been turned into. So, she had to lie.

“Everything all right, Sunshine?” Steve’s voice broke through her thoughts, bringing her back to where she was, with him in the warm summer air. 

She gazed up at the star-filled sky and tried to refocus. “Yeah. I’m just…thinking.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn his head just slightly and look at her. After a moment, she mirrored his actions. In between the darkness that engulfed them on the gravel shore, she was just close enough to make out the little lines and details of his face. The softness his warm eyes always carried and how they contrasted against the sharpness of his pointed nose and jaw. 

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, and his nose scrunched. “Are you thinking about how I didn’t plan for all of the mosquitos that are out tonight?” 

A breathy laugh fell from Sunshine’s lips. “No,” she shook her head. “But now that you mention it…” She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top in an attempt to beat the heat, but they did nothing to stop the pesty bugs from attacking her limbs. 

The night was so warm, even after the sun had set. It was the kind of heat that made your skin feel sticky and caused sweat to bead by just stepping out the door. The temperature mixed with the still-moving body of water a couple of hundred feet away and attracted all sorts of bugs. Mosquitoes left behind little itchy bites, lightning bugs danced among the stars, and crickets chirped all around them.

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asked, peering at her with curious eyes. 

She sighed softly, unsure if she was even able to voice her thoughts aloud. Of course, she couldn’t bring up the whole, ‘I don’t know exactly what a crush is, but everyone seems to think I have one on you’ debacle, so she tried to tackle another issue.

“Does it ever bother you, having to lie all of the time about what we've been through?” 

Steve blinked in surprise. “I guess a little,” he said. “It would be nice to not have to come up with or stick to lies all of the time. But, at the same time, I don’t really expect anyone to understand, you know? I hardly believe half of the shit we’ve been through. I can’t imagine anyone who hasn’t been through it believing us.”

He had a point, Sunshine thought. Even if they could tell the truth, they couldn’t describe that kind of horror to someone who hadn’t witnessed it. 

“Yeah,” Sunshine sighed.

“It bothers you, though, doesn’t it? Having to lie to your parents?” 

A tightness grew in her throat and the urge to cry hit her harder than she was expecting. She was flushed with emotions all of the time, big and difficult to understand emotions. Squeezing her eyes shut, she muttered a quiet, “Yes.” 

She felt Steve’s hand brush over hers before he carefully intertwined their fingers. That had become something of a habit between them. The feeling of someone’s hand in hers almost always worked to ease Sunshine’s nerves. That was how she had once been comforted by Ivy, and over time, Steve had picked up on it. The thing was, when his hand found hers, it both eased her worries and caused a flutter inside her chest. He made her feel both calm and off balance at the same time. 

“They tried to talk to me the other night,” she confessed, in hopes that talking about the conversation she had with her parents would lift some of the weight on her chest. “They said it was time I told them what happened to me. They said it would help them understand how to help me. And I tried to tell them that I was fine, but they didn’t believe me. But it’s true. I am better. I…I think that they'll believe, eventually, I’ll turn back into this normal kid that I was when I was little. I don’t know how to tell them that I don’t even remember being that kid.” 

Whoever Danielle Torres was before she was six, Sunshine had little to no memory of her. But it felt as if her parents were holding out for the little girl they lost in the woods, and Sunshine didn’t know how to tell them she was long gone. 

“If it makes you feel any better, from what I remember, you weren’t exactly a ‘normal’ six-year-old either,” he joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood that hung over them. Sunshine wanted to laugh and offer him a smile, but the weight of her feelings held her down. A sadness swelled inside her chest, aching painfully and she couldn’t get herself to respond to him at all. He tensed beside her. “Shit. I’m sorry. That was a shitty joke. I didn’t-”

“No, it’s okay,” she said as she squeezed his hand. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel…I feel too much, I think.” 

Steve gazed at her with his brows lightly furrowed. She was scared if she looked anywhere but at the stars she’d start to cry. “What’d you mean?” he asked. 

All of her emotions stirred under her skin; she wanted them out, to be soothed, or something. Maybe her parents had a point. Maybe if she just talked about them, she’d feel better, but Sunshine hadn’t spoken much about her time inside the Lab to anyone, including her siblings who experienced it alongside her. She kept everything shoved away in the back of her mind or on the pages of her journal. Writing them down helped, somewhat, but she couldn’t hold it all in anymore; it was killing her. So, she sucked in a deep breath and tried to explain her messy fears to the boy who held her hand. 

“Back inside the Lab, I don’t really remember feeling much of anything. I was scared, mostly. But when I would feel something else, I was always worried that it was wrong or that I’d get in trouble for it.” Tears welled up in her eyes, forcing her to close them once more and try to get them to stop. Her vision was filled with The Room and the dark, horrible loneliness that accompanied it. Even if she stepped out of line slightly, she was grabbed by harsh fingers and dragged down the hall kicking and screaming. 

“Eventually, it was just El and I left, and it wasn’t even that didn’t want to feel anything. I…I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel anything besides fear, and it was awful. But then we escaped, and I got all of this and it’s like all of those feelings are back, and I don’t know how to handle them.” 

Guilt, happiness, longing, excitement, and on and on. All of the emotions festered inside of her in a knot she couldn’t untangle. She went from being a young girl with her nose pressed against the barred windows of her bedroom, feeling nothing but fear of every single corner of the Lab mixed with an awful emptiness in her chest, to a girl who was bursting at the seams with every emotion a person could have. It was dizzying, confusing, and a little sickening, but she never wanted it to end. Sunshine never, ever, wanted to experience such numbness as she had inside the Lab. She just wished there was some sort of manual or instructions for sorting out and navigating emotions you were supposed to have figured out by your teenage years. 

“I’m so sorry, Sunshine,” Steve whispered. Sunshine opened her eyes to meet his and noticed the glint of guilt he wore. She felt a pang deep in her chest; she hated the sight of his downturned lips and pity creased between his brows. 

“It’s not your fault,” she reminded him. “I just want to feel normal, but I can’t figure it out. I don’t know if I can be normal, actually. I don’t think I can be the kid my parents lost. I don’t even know who Danielle is. All I know is Sunshine and Seven. How can I be the kid that they want if I can’t remember her or remember what it felt like to be her?” 

The photos her parents had of Sunshine from her birth to age six were scattered around their house, and every time she stared at them a little too long, she had no idea who the child was staring back at her. 

Steve shifted slightly and sat upright on the hood of his car, still holding onto her hand. Sunshine copied his actions and sat facing him. “All your parents want is you,” he said. “You are their kid, Sunshine. Nothing else matters. Danielle or Sunshine, they’re both you, and they always have been. Even when you were in that place, you were still Danielle, no matter what they told you.” 

She wanted to believe him and the look of sincerity on his face, but it was so hard to not look at her life as a series of befores and afters. She glanced down at her hand that wasn’t being held and turned her wrist just so as to show the tattoo forever stained on her skin. “My parents didn’t sign up to raise a science experiment. And if they knew that’s exactly what they were doing, I don’t know if they’d be able to look at me the way they do now.” The truth was bitter on her tongue. The urge to scratch the tattoo right out of her wrist was strong, but her other hand was occupied, and she didn’t want to let go of Steve. And even if she could erase the tattoo, it wouldn’t get rid of her abilities.

“Hey,” Steve said, his voice sharp but not startling. “You’re not a science experiment. You’re not. And if your parents knew the truth, that wouldn’t make them love you any less. They waited for you for ten years. There’s no way they’d throw all of that away because of something that happened to you that you couldn’t control.” 

There was a love/hate relationship Sunshine had with her abilities. When she used them to protect her friends, they were a blessing. But no good deed she had done with them could outweigh the terrible things she had used them for inside the Lab. 

“Just because I couldn’t control it doesn’t mean the things that happened weren’t my fault. It’s more than just having these abilities, it’s what I had to do with them. If they knew…if anyone knew no one would-” 

“Sunshine, look at me,” Steve said, stopping her. She couldn’t force her eyes off of her tattoo and she wasn’t sure she could stomach meeting his eyes. There were people she hurt, innocent people that didn’t deserve it. She didn’t believe that was forgivable, regardless of if she had no other choice or say. Every child of Hawkins Lab had their share of secrets and shame they kept locked up in their mind that haunted them. 

A warm hand lightly grazed her cheek, forcing her attention onto Steve. Her breath hitched in her throat as he brushed his thumb across her freckled skin and looked at her with a certain kind of carefulness. 

“Nothing that happened to you, or your brother and sisters, was your fault. Nothing that happened inside that place was your fault. And there’s nothing that you could say or do that would make your parents or your friends change their minds about you, okay?” 

She really wanted to believe that was true. “You can’t say that if you don’t know the truth,” she said. 

A small smile formed on his face. They were so close, their noses almost touching. “I don’t need to know everything to know who you are.” 

“And who am I?” Because not even she knew, fully. 

“A badass,” he answered, almost reflexively. “The coolest person I know. And you care about people, like, genuinely care about them even if you hardly know them, which I admire you for. I think that you’re insanely brave and smart and…and beautiful.” 

Sunshine’s face heated up at the rush of compliments, and her heart began to race. Steve’s hand was still in hers and the other on her cheek. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw his eyes flicker down to her lips and she felt herself lean closer just slightly before a harsh ray of light cut through the darkness of Lover’s Lake, followed by the crunch of boots on gravel. 

“Hey!” a voice shouted, startling the teens apart and nearly sending them toppling off the hood of the car. “The lake’s closed for the- oh. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Clutching her chest, Sunshine strained her eyes in the glow of the flashlight to see who was holding it. A familiar face came into view. “Hopper?”

He wore a disgruntled look on his face as he clicked off his light and placed his hands on his hips in a similar fashion to how he did when El asked if Mike could come over. “What the hell are you two-” He cut himself off with a quick shake of his head. “Actually, no. Nope. I don’t want to know.” He pointed a finger at Steve. “Do you want a ticket, boy?” 

“Come on, Hopper,” Sunshine jumped in. “We were just talking…” Her voice trailed off and Hopper rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “I think you two are forgetting that I grew up around her too. Why do you think we do rounds out here? To make sure you kids don’t get any bright ideas after sunset.”

Sunshine resisted the urge to argue, knowing it wouldn’t help their case. She sighed and glanced back at Steve. “Okay. We’re leaving.” 

Sometimes it felt as if Sunshine was the fourth Hopper child. Where her actual dad couldn’t and wouldn’t understand, Hopper picked up the slack. He treated her the same as El and the twins, which sometimes was to her dismay. 

She and Steve moved toward the car, but Hopper stopped them. “Hold it, Harrington. I want a word with you.” 

… 

Steve really, really did not want a ticket. His parents had cut him off and the only money he had was the measly paycheck he earned from Scoops. He also felt like Hopper should cut him some slack; there were a lot worse things he had done than be caught with Sunshine at Lover’s Lake after sunset. Still, despite knowing Hopper better than he had a couple of years ago, the man was intimating and made Steve nervous as he was led just out of earshot of Sunshine and toward the lapping water of the lake. 

“I promise, we weren’t doing any-” Steve started, but Hopper cut him off with a wave of his hand. 

“Just be quiet and listen to me.” Steve pressed his lips into a thin line and braced himself for whatever kind of scolding the chief was about to unleash on him. “I know how this goes, all right? I was your age once, sneaking around with girls all summer to places like this. I get it, kid, I do. And I know I’m not that girl’s father, but she is a part of my family. I need to know, that you understand, that she is not like those other girls you go to school with, okay?”

Steve was confused. He, out of everyone, knew that Sunshine wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met before. Even in the brief memories he had of her when they were little, she’d never been like anyone he had known before. 

“I know that,” he replied. 

Hopper nodded, his face hardest. “I hope you do because if anything, and I mean anything, happens to her you won’t have to answer to just me.” He paused and let out a tired sigh of what Steve imagined was the sound of a stressed-out dad who cared for his kids and those who weren’t his kids with everything he had. “Just don’t hurt her, got it? She’s been through enough as it is and a broken heart on top of that won’t be pretty for anyone.” 

Steve was silent for a moment, his eyes drifting toward Sunshine’s silhouette leaning against the passenger door of his car. He felt heavy and guilty. “Yeah,” he finally said, lost in thought. “I got it.”

With a sigh, Hopper’s expression softened just slightly, and he placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder, bringing his attention back to the man in front of him. “You’re both good kids. I just want both of you to be careful, that’s all.” He gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze before he let go and cleared his throat, falling back into his ‘chief’ persona. “Now, get out of here and go home. No detours.” 

“Yes, sir.” Steve offered him a tight-lipped smile before he started back toward his car with a look that, unknown to him, Hopper knew all too well. 

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

Warnings: mature language, angst, death

Heads up! OC is roughly 4 years older than Dabi. Enjoy the chapter 😉

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Not all heroes are praised for how they contribute to society.

Not everyone gets the glory, the TV specials, or devoted fanbase like All Might or Best Jeanist. Some heroes are forced to remain in the darkness, bloodying their hands and shattering their souls beyond repair to protect the greater good. They sacrifice pieces of themselves so that innocent people don't have to. They are shadows, moving through the world undetected.

The majority of the population live in a sheltered, naive bubble, and the Hero Commission prefers it that way. If the general public knew what trouble their beloved Lady Nagant and Hawks got up to, there would be riots in the streets. Society as they know it would cease to exist.

Kazuha always dreamed of being a hero. Even before she got her quirk, she wanted to protect the ones that couldn't protect themselves. She wanted to be someone that made others feel safe.

Everything changed after her quirk appeared.

Suddenly, people in suits were showing up at her door, talking with her parents for hours at a time before they eventually told her the good news; the Hero Commission wanted to train her to become a hero. It was a dream come true for the four year old.

But she'd quickly learn how fast a dream can turn into a nightmare.

Agents under the Commission leave their identities and pasts behind after joining the ranks. She was swept away from her parents and transported to headquarters. Her new home. New recruits are lumps of clay to be shaped into soldiers, spies, or assassins. They're no longer their own person, but the Commission's pawn to use and discard as needed.

A young hero by the name of Lady Nagant was introduced as her mentor. The pink-and-indigo-haired beauty was a few years her senior and a ray of sunshine compared to the other agents she'd been introduced to. She was taught all forms of martial arts, how to use various weapons, and conditioned to endure high levels of pain. The training was intense, especially for someone so young, but necessary the Commission explained. You want to be a real hero, right? They'd ask any time she hesitated or questioned their intentions. Real heroes aren't afraid to get their hands dirty.

She always thought they were referring to death. And they were... but not in a way her young mind could've ever imagined.

She was ten when she realized that there are worse things than death. She'd been given small assignments throughout the years, most of which were interrogations. People will tell you whatever you want to hear when their lives are on the line, and that's where her quirk came in handy. The Commission was fascinated by her power, and used these assignments as a sort of test not only for her progress, but as a way to study the behavior of her quirk.

Usually, she'd be placed in the room with the person being questioned as one of the agents explained the inner workings of her quirk. The person was always restrained in a metal chair, and as soon as the word 'poison' registered, they'd start to fight the bindings with newfound vigor. The agent over the intercom would then instruct her on what to do as they started the interrogation.

But something was different this time.

It started out the same as always. A man was strapped to the metal chair, wriggling and cursing as he fought against the restraints. But unlike the rest, his mouth was covered. How is he supposed to answer? The lock clicked behind her as soon as she passed through the door, and a deep voice came over the intercom to introduce her quirk.

But for once, they had no questions for the man. Instead, they had a request for her.

"Kill him."

Kazuha blinked, her brows furrowed as she turned to stare at the two-way glass. "What?"

"Kill him."

"But," her voice broke, her small body trembling in fear. "I don't want to."

"You've been given your orders, agent." The voice remains neutral and indifferent. "Now follow through."

Tears lined her eyes. She knew from experience that the Commission didn't take no for an answer. She wouldn't be allowed out of the room until she completed her mission. They would keep her inside for as long as it took, until she killed the man like they wanted... or she collapsed from starvation. Even then, she'd only be delaying the inevitable. As soon as she recovered she'd be back in the same situation.

Heroes make sacrifices, she reminded herself, salty trails running down her cheeks as she silently approached the man, who started bucking in his chair wildly in a last ditch effort to break free. Heroes get their hands dirty.

Said hand stretched towards the man, hesitating inches from his skin. His curses were muffled by the cloth over his mouth, her own screams lodged in her throat as she made contact with the man.

Her quirk allowes her to produce toxins that she can then release at will. Exposure can cause respiratory problems, accellerated heart rate, dizziness, fever, as well as a few other symptoms. Her quirk is near fatal when in close contact for a prolonged period of time, but physical contact with the secretion is a death sentence. Her sweat, blood, tears, and saliva are all highly concentrated poison.

She's a living, breathing weapon.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, meeting his wide, fearful gaze. She didn't know what the man had done or why he was being punished so severely, but she didn't think that he deserved to die for it. Who were they to decide that this man should pay for his crimes with his life? "I'm so sorry."

For the next half an hour she was forced to watch as the unknown man's conditioned worsened. His breaths became labored. His face was red and splotchy, the inflammed skin glistening with sweat. Even his eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

Then the coughing started... and it didn't stop. His body convulsed with the force of his hacking, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. It was a slow, agonizing punishment for them both, until eventually, the stranger went limp. His body slumped down against the chair, all his previous fight gone, and Sana let out a choked sob.

She didn't register the door opening behind her, or the Head of the Hero Commission entering the room to survey the scene. "Excellent job. Well done, Agent Hebi."

Kazuha didn't respond, unable to tear her eyes away from the dead body in front of her. He's dead, it repeated in her head like a never ending loop. I did that. I killed someone.

She felt physically ill, like she was being infected by her own quirk.

"But next time, agent? Spare us the dramatics."

She blinked dazedly. Next time?

All those years she'd had it wrong. They didn't want her to sacrifice her life—no, that would be a waste of talent. She was far too valuable to the cause. No, the Commission wanted her to sacrifice others in the name of justice.

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Kazuha would love to say that that was her first and last experience with death, but that day was only the beginning of her toxic relationship with the Hero Commission. She would be tasked with torturing and killing spies, traitors, and enemies of the Commission. They would ask her to play with them like a sick game of cat and mouse, prolonging the inevitable by giving them an excruciatingly slow death.

They insisted that the job would get easier with time, but she doubted their sincerity. Just a month ago, her dear friend and mentor had snapped and murdered their boss, as well as a number of colleagues while Kazuha was out of the country. When her plane landed in Tokyo a week later, she was greeted by a honey blonde kid and the new Madame President. After filling her in on what she'd missed, she was introduced to her trainee, Hawks.

Maybe that was why she stopped that day in the rain. Maybe so many things had spiraled out of control that she'd needed to feel in control of something, or maybe her childhood dream of being a hero was still there deep down.

Whatever it was influencing her, it worked. She stopped.

If she'd been thinking clearly like Kaina had taught her to do, she would've paid more attention. Only looking back years later did she realize that important, life altering moments always seem to happen in the rain. But how could she have ever predicted the horrific butterfly effect that would unfold from a chance meeting between two weary strangers?

She was walking down a side street, soaked to the bone. The young girl felt completely numb as she trudged through deep puddles, unbothered by the chill in the air. Her long black coat clung to her like a second skin, and her heeled boots scuffed against the concrete. Her leather bodysuit was concealed by her coat, her revealing outfit hidden away from prying eyes. The smoky eye makeup she wore ran down her face with the rain. If anyone were to see her like this, they would probably mistake her for a deranged villain.

Most days, she would agree.

She'd just finished a particularly difficult mission, and the waves of guilt and shame that always came afterwards were near paralyzing. It was all she could do not to collapse where she stood. She wouldn't have the strength or will to get back up. The cold water was soothing in a way, like it was washing away the metaphorical blood on her hands, cleansing her. The cold numbed her bleeding heart, stifling the pain.

A sniffle from the entrance of a shadowed alley on her left caught her attention, making her pause.

Kazuha squinted, trying to find the source of the noise. There was a scuffling sound, like something was moving. She crept down the narrow alley towards the noise, her senses on alert in case she was wrong about the situation. It could be a trap, but I need to know for sure.

It was a hero's duty to protect others, and Kazuha couldn't shake the feeling that whoever was in this alley was hurting. The faint whimpers she'd heard from the street sounded young and heartbroken. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to startle the person. She could make out a small, dark-clothed figure hunched on the ground, their body shaking violently. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold, the crying, or whatever pain this person was obviously in.

"Go... away..."

Kazuha stopped a few feet from the kid, giving them space. It was a young male, his voice hoarse and pained.

The lack of footsteps seemed to agitate the boy further. His shoulders tensed and he raised his head to glare at her with the most beautiful blue eyes.

"Get the hell away from me!" He rasped, his vocal chords like sandpaper, and now that his face was no longer hidden beneath the hoodie he was wearing, she could see why. Burns littered his pale body, the inflamed skin red and raw looking. They weren't fresh wounds, maybe a few months old. The worst of the damage was around his eyes, and as far as she could tell, every inch of skin from his cheekbones down to his collar had been scorched beyond repair. It was a miracle he was alive after so much damage to his soft tissue.

He was a few years younger than her, that much was obvious, and the thought of anyone having to go through such agony, let alone a child, made her chest tighten.

Kazuha held her hands up in a sign of surrender. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she spoke calmly and in a normal tone, just she'd been taught to do when dealing with trauma victims. "I just want to help."

"Help?" He scoffed. His cerulean eyes rolled back into his skull. "What a joke. What are you supposed to be, anyway? Some kind of hero?" He spat the word, as though it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Sorry, kid, but I'm not what most would consider 'hero material,'" Kazuha crouched down and pushed her long, damp curls back with a sigh. "To be honest, I'm not sure what I am anymore." The boy's scowl softened, the same sadness she felt reflected in his bright eyes.

"I know the feeling." He whispered, the bitterness in his tone far beyond his years.

She smiled sadly, the two sharing a look of understanding. "The name's Kazuha. I don't know about you, but I'd like to get out of these wet clothes and grab a bite to eat. What do you say?"

The boy growled. "I don't need your pity."

"I'm not pitying you," she insisted, standing up and offering her hand. "I asked because I'm not a total asshole." She smirked down at the scarred boy. "I've never been anyone's hero before. Will you let me be yours?"

It was a selfish request, but she couldn't shake this desire to do something good. For once, she had the ability to bring happiness to someone instead of pain.

She needed this just as much as he did.

Touya stared at her gloved hand, expression unreadable, then moved his gaze up to her face. She was beautiful and broken beyond repair, just like him. He could see it in her jaded eyes, sense it in the air around her. The jagged parts of her soul called out to his, aligning like pieces of a puzzle.

Touya took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet.

A feeling of belonging he hadn't felt in years stirred in his chest. He felt like his life had finally found purpose and meaning once again. And this time, he wouldn't let anything or anyone stop him from claiming what was his.

Will you let me be yours? She'd asked him.

Yes, he thought, squeezing her hand. She squeezed back reassuringly, flashing him another wicked grin. Her exotic features and sharp, glistening canines made her appear mysterious and dangerous, much like himself. Mine. He returned her smile, pushing through the pain as the thin, healing skin threatened to split. All mine.

[1-800-cr33py]

Nicknames They Give You <3

Jeff The Killer (TW: Alluding to possessive behavior.)

Babe, Sweets, something from your birth name,Mine/My variant

He’s a simple man, nicknames don’t change the fact your his <3

Ticci Toby

Blume (flower in German), Pretty Gir/Boy/Baby, Sunshine, Schatz (Treasure in German.)

I will stand by my head canon that Toby is German and speaks it, he just likes to see you smile at his accent.

Eyeless Jack

Angel, Sweetie, Darling, shortened version of your name.

He’s not one for pet names, but he loves to whisper endearing names into your neck when he returns from a hunt.

Jason the Toymaker (my beloved <3)

Doll, Starshine, My Beloved, Darling, Jewel

Jason is an old romantic, so his nicknames reflect that.

Nathan the Nobody

Sweetie, Little One, Babes, Sweets, Love

Nathan loves you, he wants to cherish you while he can.

Hobo Heart

Dove, Treasure, My Heart, Precious, Peach

Hobo practically worships you and everything you are, he’s going to remind you of that everyday.

Slenderman

Dove, Honey, Angel, Dear/Dearest

Old man thats it.

The Puppeteer

Flower, Pretty/Handsome, Gorgeous, Dollface, Pumpkin

Pup here is a flirt, so he’ll call you a pet name before he calls you your actual name.

Oc Time!

Celes

Pretty Baby, Sweet, Songbird, Human,Peach

Celes is an Iden, the first spawn of the All Mother, so everyone is going to know you’re her chosen mate.

[eldritch-spouse]

Since you updated the ask on what your ocs call their lovers, can you do an updated version of what they would like you to call them? (i swear you did answer an ask about what they like to be called but i cant find it)

What they like to be called

[Some of these repeat between characters. A continuation to this post. Will delete the old one as well.]

//-[TCE]-//

Belo: Guardian; Light.

Santi: Sugardick; Love; Stud; Sweetheart.

Grimbly: Pretty boy; Cutie; Twink (depends); Pookie.

Patches: Honey; Pumpkin; Moonlight.

Sybastian: Tiger; Mate.

Vinnel: Most flower names; Sunshine.

Gallon: Beloved; Precious.

Morell: Big guy; Hunk; Pudding.

Nebul: Master; Sir.

Fank-e: Goober; Silly; Boo.

Anomalies/Aquarium

Hellion: Sunflower; Dandelion.

Pebble: Aventurine (after you show him the rock); Blue.

Colmei: Honey.

Glauk: Friend; Buddy.

Magus: Big boy; Mate.

//-[Icons]-//

Vesper: Hotcock; Manwhore; Slut; Daddy; Any and all obscene names.

Zizz: Sleepyhead; Dear; Sunshine.

Vorticia: Sweetcake;

Cero: Highness; Flawless; Idol.

Rinx: Treasure; Lord; Sir.

Livius: Prefers whatever you like to be called.

Kalymir: Mighty; Flame; Crimson King.

//-[Siadar and more]-//

Krulu: Lordship; My worship/higher; Guide; Savior; Lord-Master.

Miara: My lady; Dawn; Mother; Mommy; Goddess.

Dorem: Surprise him.

//-[Misc]-//

Breg: Husband. 💍

Fasma: Sugar; Snookums; Shug

Shags: Beloved; Virtuoso (playfully);

Ludwig: Babe; Handsome.

Obie: Babycakes; Sugarpie; all kinds of silly food names.

Mervin: Prince; Master.

Lacai: Lovebug;

Nena: Lovebug; Flutter.

Pinter: Boss; Hubby.

Adelo: Wants you to call him the dumbest things you can think of.

Adrul: My prince; Lover; Heart (or anything that means heart in foreign languages).

Sever: Has no idea what nicknames/pet names are.

Ivani: Princess (will never fucking admit it); Pretty.

Katia: Snugglebug; Softie; Kat.

Jonesy: Halo; Iris.

Rei: King; Star; Champ.

Katalina: Darling; Precious.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙎

Alright, since I realize I haven’t exactly been as active on here recently as I would like to have been, I thought I would attempt to make up for it by letting you guys in on some of the newest OC babies I’m planning on introducing soon. I hope you guys like these little tidbits, and (even though I don’t have any of their intro posts up yet), feel free to ask me whatever questions you’d like about them!!

BAILEY TAYLOR, GLEE:

— Texas native who transfers to McKinley at the beginning of season two after her mother’s job is relocated to Lima.

— Generally your typical sweet Southern belle, but also fiercely independent and has a feisty streak.

— Well-set up to be popular when she first transfers, but quickly becomes an outcast after giving a tongue-lashing to some jocks after she watches them slushy Tina, so she joins New Directions.

— Generally sings country and pop music outside of the group numbers, but occasionally busts out a showtune (and does some country duets with Sam).

— Either a Tina or Santana ship, I haven’t quite decided yet.

CLARKE TALEB, TRIPLE FRONTIER:

— Her story is set in kind of an AU post-canon after the boys recover the stolen money from the ravine, where Santi officially retires and they all move to the same town close to each other (and also where Frankie doesn’t have a baby and broke up with his girlfriend because I just. Can’t really deal with that).

— Quite literally bumps into Frankie at a bar (and spills her drink all over him) and very quickly becomes friends with all four of them.

— A total energetic and social ray of sunshine who’s very comfortable in her bisexuality and active in her local queer community, and helps the boys come to terms with their various non-straight identities.

— The main singer at a local burlesque club, and KILLS it as a performer.

— In a poly ship with all four former Delta Squad boys, who are all also dating each other (except for Will and Benny, obviously).

GRETA DWARF, DISNEY’S DESCENDANTS:

— Daughter of Grumpy of the seven dwarves fame.

— Pretty much lives up to her father’s name; doesn’t put up with one bit of crap and is never afraid to speak her mind (which normally doesn’t make most people happy, but she doesn’t really like people anyway).

— Is definitely an outcast in Auradon and at school; the only people who actually talk to her at school outside of the teachers are Ben and her cousin Doug, who’s actually a little scared of her.

— Befriends Mal almost immediately after the VKs get to Auradon (they are truly kindred spirits) and decides to try and help them steal Fairy Godmother’s wand because she resents Auradon and how fake and falsely cherry it is.

— Doesn’t really lose her prickly streak by the time the Coronation rolls around, but does come to realize that not everyone in Auradon is so bad and she needs to let people in more.

— Definitely besties with Mal, but also strikes up unlikely friendships with Carlos and Lonnie (and kind of becomes Carlos and Jane’s unofficial protector since they’re both pretty quiet and she is. Not).

— Also an Evie ship because I simply have to give my beloved girl a girlfriend. <3

ISAAC HOLLIDAY, TWLIGHT:

— A boyfriend for my bi king Charlie Swan. <3

— A tailor who runs a clothing shop in downtown Forks - Charlie constantly brings his uniform to his shop whenever it gets ripped.

— Definitely suspects the Cullens of being vampires but can never prove it until Charlie lets him know about Edward and this man just jumps up and shouts “I KNEW IT!”

— Sweet but fiercely loyal and protective Gryffinpuff king. <3

— Definitely acts as a non-Charlie adult confidant to Bella and is the best stepdad when he and Charlie finally get together.

— Also used to have a bit of a crush on Carlisle and still gets nervous around him even after getting together with Charlie because Carlisle is just. So pretty.

LUCY SCRUBB, INDIANA JONES:

— A British archeologist working with American Army Intelligence who gets assigned with Indy to help him find the Ark of the Covenant.

— Kind of shy and socially awkward (mostly due to constantly being underestimated in her field for being a woman) but incredibly intelligent and observant and knows when to stand her ground and not take other people’s crap.

— (Also probably autistic, but, well, they didn’t really have the language for that back then. But she is.)

— An incredibly sweet and compassionate woman who would do anything to help people in need (but also tends to trust too easily, which is why Indy is good at balancing her out).

— Indy likes to call her Lou, and she pretends to hate it, but she secretly loves that he thinks enough of her to give her a cute nickname.

— A ship for the daring professor himself, obviously!

VIA WINCHESTER, SUPERNATURAL:

— (Yes, I know Winchester sister OCs are overdone, I don’t even care.)

— Technically her first name is Olivia, but she doesn’t like it and prefers to go exclusively by Via.

— Sam and Dean’s half-sister, fifteen years old in the first season, who was born out of a three-night stand between John and her mother.

— John didn’t stick around, obviously, but he kept tabs on Via and her mother and when the woman was killed in a car accident shortly after Sam left for collage, he came and got her and started training her to be a hunter.

— Immediately loves her two older brothers and is fiercely loyal to and protective of them, but shares a closer bond with Dean since she’s spent more time with him.

— Doesn’t like John at all, however, both for essentially abandoning her and her mother and for trying to turn all his children into hunters rather than letting them have normal childhoods, which is a point of contention between her and Dean.

— Despite her anger towards John forcing his kids into early training, she loves being a hunter and has a particular affinity for taking down vampires.

— A badass baby lesbian (who not only knows Dean is bi WAY before they even meet Cas but takes one look at Sam the first time they meet and is like, “Well, this one’s not straight either”).

— Might not have a love interest, or I might make another OC to give her a girlfriend, I haven’t decided yet (I’ll probably wait until I get a little further into the series).

Alright, that’s it for my more immediately upcoming OCs!! Again, feel free to ask me any questions you want about my newest babies!!

Tagging some of my OC community besties: @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @luucypevensie, @carmens-garden, @endless-oc-creations.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC In 15 Tag!

I was tagged by @tabswrites, here!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'll do this one for my character Arammys from Of Starlight and Beasts, our beloved Sunshine Boi Tm! (Because he's been living in my brain rent-free ever since I started this new project lmao)

[Upon being asked "Who are you?" by Corah, when they first met. Genuinely.] "Honestly, I'm not sure."

"I may not know a lot about this kingdom, or how it works, but I can't be the only one who thinks it isn't fair for them to treat you guys like this ... this city doesn't even belong to them anyways! Or does it? I'm not sure anymore."

"Ow, that smarts, ow!" He clutched his hand to his chest, still glowing with magic as he jumped up and down slightly. At his feet, the highwayman had fallen to the floor like a rag doll. "No one told me punching someone would hurt me this much! His face was like a freaking rock, ow. Are you guys alright?"

"You're good - you almost had me falling for it there." He chuckled, but his smile promptly dropped as he noticed her lifted eyebrow and confident smirk - a look he'd come to recognize as the forebearer of terrible ideas and a lot of trouble. "Oh no. You were being serious, weren't you?"

"We spent months fighting the worst this kingdom has to offer and now in a literal festival in an enchanted forest. I, for one, am going to dance and enjoy the night until I pass out, and this is my invitation for you to do the same!"

"Why don't you get it?! You have a lifetime of memories, and you'll always have, for better or for worse! I don't have that. And I'll probably never have - someone took my past from me."

"... Did that guy just steal your bag?"

"I'm not afraid of loving you. Love, our love, is not a weakness, and it'll never be. That "Queen" is a fool if she wants you to believe that."

"We're not jumping out of this tower! No, nuh-uh, I refuse. Don't even consider it!"

"Well, not to be rude but I think you're overcompensating. Throwing us like that was a bit of a low blow."

"Whoa. That's such a funny-looking rat. Why- why does it have three tails?" He giggles, words endearingly slurred as he pointed to a discarded napkin on the floor. [Corah furrowed her brows, blinking, flabbergasted, then looked between him and the single, barely finished glass of wine he must've bought a few minutes ago, after his little moment in the spotlight. It dawned on her that he'd likely never drunk before. "Alright, that's it. Your resistance to alcohol is absolutely nonexistent. Let's go home."]

"You think being a tyrant will make you respected, Meira, and you believe hunting down those who think differently than you will prove your strength. It won't. It just makes you a monster."

"I'm sure I'm going to regret this, but alright."

"If I learned anything in this adventure is that politicians and nobles almost always want something when they summon us to their palaces. And that something is never just a nice tea party, unfortunately."

"Everyone deserves second chances - even him."

Tagging (gently, with absolutely no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @unstablewifiaccess, @hrmkingizzy, @elshells, @illarian-rambling, @meerawrites, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jay-avian, @crowandmoonwriting, @writernopal, @elshells, @thetruearchmagos, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @clairelsonao3, @apolline-lucy, @little-peril-stories @kaylinalexanderbooks and @oh-no-another-idea

[thewritingautisticat]

Saw the Tags

RANT TO ME

I need something to read pls

Hahaha you asked for it okay 🤣

Okay so my favorite little guy is my boi Peg, he's a very smol bean and is around 12 when he first shows up. He was born with some physical disfigurement, particularly some malformation of the face and a hunched back, as well as one leg that wasn't formed properly. That leg eventually gets amputated and he walks with a pegleg (hence the name Peg)

His parents abandoned him when he was an infant due to the disfigurement and he was sold into a Freak Show, where he lived for most of his childhood. It was extremely abusive and left him traumatized and with a lot of scars. Someone eventually helped him escape, and he got taken to a tavern cuz no one really knew what to do with him, so he's spent the last couple years basically working as an errand boy and bartender there. At 10-12 years old. But this is is like mild fantasy/olden days so no one really cares about keeping a child away from alcohol. It's not like a super great environment, but it's way better than the Freak Show and all the thugs and people there kinda just think of him as their little mascot or whatever so it's not too bad.

Anyway Peg is the purest bean, the sweetest little guy, never complains, works hard, is a literal beam of sunshine. Like literally I just wanna cry about him all the time. He's babey. And all he really wants is to be cared about. The tavern people do feel affectionate towards him but are just really rough and not super kind about it. He needs someone to love and take care of him.

Enter Caldren, my other favorite OC (okay I have a lot of favorites but these are pretty much the top two). Caldren. Sigh. I love him. I adore him. He's also incredibly stupid and stubborn. He's here because he's on a Revenge Quest™ to kill the guy who killed his parents (ah yes, cliche backstory my beloved). He's already committed arson and sort of accidentally abandoned his childhood-best-friend-who-has-a-crush-on-him-except-he's-not-aware-because-he's-stupid in his one-track obsession with revenge. He's convinced that once he kills this guy everything will be fine and he can fix all the problems he's already caused, except he just. Keeps. Making. Things. Worse. This boy. He's fifteen and his brain is not fully developed yet, which is the only excuse I have for him sometimes.

Anyway, he shows up at this tavern to try to get some training in how to commit murder, sees this Freak and literal child, and immediately decides that Peg is his brother now. He literally knows him for less than a day and is already pulling knives on people who dare be mean to him. And Caldren has SOOOO many issues, but the one thing he's got is he will literally do anything for the people he loves.

So Peg finally gets all the love and affection he needs and deserves. Caldren is so soft with him and slowly helps him to work through his trauma and fears. Caldren is so funny because he can go from Intense Murder Mode to the sweetest, cuddliest big bro in the blink of an eye. They're the actual epitome of "I'd kill for you" and "Please don't". Caldren is tall and brooding and dark and angsty, and Peg is so smol and sunshiney, and they're just so cute.

THEY'RE JUST THE BEST BROTHERS AND FOUND FAMILY EVER AND I LOVE THEM. I WANT TO SCREAM AND CRY ABOUT THEM ON A REGULAR BASIS.

😭😭😭😭😭

[auxiliarydetective]

I need all the Part 4 questions answered for Cora, thank you very much 🤗❤️

Yeesssss, my beloved Cora! I actually already answered some questions from Part 4 for her, but I'm very excited to dive into the others!

1. What is your OC's relationship to their family - biological or found?

Well, her biological family is dead, so... But she's incredibly proud of her heritage and honors her family's traditions, and she wants to carry on their legacy to the best of her ability. As for her found family, the Straw Hats... My goodness. She adores Luffy. He's just such a ball of sunshine. Even if she's sometimes put off by his stupidity or his antics, she can't really stay mad at him. Cora is in love with Zoro, even if she doesn't really realize it at first, and Zoro loves her back, even if he's frantically trying to deny it. The mosshead may be very stoic and a bit hard to get through to, but she understands him and gets through to his heart like few others do. She also feels very safe around him because she knows that he would murder anyone who tries to hurt her on the spot. Nami and Cora are fashion besties and they love to gossip. You better not get on their bad side because Nami can be very bitchy and Cora can be very dramatic. As for Usopp, she loves to experiment with him. Her with her dyes and their effects and him with gunpowder and other ammunition ingredients. You'll often see them just chilling and chatting in a corner with their various experiment kits. And Sanji... Oh boy, Sanji... Him and Cora have trauma-bonded on so many levels, but they also have such a sweet and romantic relationship... I'm not gonna talk about future Straw Hats here for spoiler reasons, but there's some cuteness going on there too!

2. Does your OC act differently around different people?

Answered here!

3. Is your OC a good leader? Do they like to lead or do they prefer to follow?

I'd say, yes, she could be a good leader if she managed to be confident about it. She definitely prefers to follow though.

4. Who influenced them the most on their journey?

Answered here!

5. Do they have any siblings?

Not anymore, no. I think she may have had an older half brother or sister (like, significantly older), but they're dead now.

6. Are they more dominant or submissive in their relationships? (Not just sexually if even at all - Do they give in easily? Are they demanding? Are they stubborn?)

At the start of her journey with the Straw Hats, she's definitely more on the submissive side, but she learns to put her foot down as she grows more comfortable around them and with herself. She starts off as a people pleaser but learns to absolutely bicker and be stubborn due to her friends' influence. The constant fighting between Zoro and Sanji and Nami's bitchiness is very inspiring lol

7. What type of friend are they?

Answered here!

8. How loyal are they?

Answered here!

9. How far would they be willing to travel for a loved one? What would it take to convince them?

Pretty far, honestly. The problem is that often doesn't have the appropriate means of travel, so some places are just unreachable for her, but she'll be damned if she doesn't at least try. The more serious the situation is, the more desperate she'll get at trying to get to her loved one by any means necessary.

Thanks so much for your ask! Hope you're having a lovely day! <3

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Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[imagines--galore]

||The Ties That Bind|| Prologue

Summary: He taught her its better to live through a day then fight through it. She taught him to hold on to hope and believed in him when he felt hollow and empty. Just like his armor. Law of Equivalent Exchange. They both exchanged something of equal value. Yet neither of them realized that what they had given the other was something one could never put a price on.

Pairing: Alphonse Elric x Willow Hawkeye(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Adventure. Family.

A/N: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long that I thought I should finally post it so here it is I guess.

This was certainly not how Berthold Hawkeye had envisioned meeting his niece for the first time. Truth be told, he had never brought himself around to envision it seeing as his sister, Felicity, was not on speaking terms with him.

Not after the death of her best friend and the mother of his daughter, Victoria.

Felicity Hawkeye and Victoria Berkley had been inseparable since the day they met. Through thick and thin they held on to one another. And with the amount of times Victoria would come over to their house, and the times Berthold would be forced to walk her home with his sister after dark, it didn't come as a surprise when he started to fall in love with the golden haired girl. Victoria too had begun to develop a certain affection for the secluded young boy who, despite his cold and rude exterior, would dote on his younger sister and show kindness in the most surprising of ways especially when he would use Alchemy to help the townspeople.

It took quite a long time for them to admit their feelings for one another, and it took a huge amount of effort from Felicity who had recognized the feelings well before either of them had and had made it her mission to bring them together. When asked why she would go to such lengths she had simply shrugged and replied, they make each other happy.

And they had been. Victoria had changed him for the better and she had loved him before that change. When they were blessed with a little baby girl, with hair as bright as sunshine, Berthold couldn't believe how lucky he was.

But then a dark cloud overshadowed their happiness. And it all began with Victoria fainting in the middle of the day for no reason.

The doctors tried everything they could. But the sickness spread, till one day, with a peaceful smile on her face Victoria Hawkeye died with her husband, daughter and best friend at her side.

The man sighed as the sadness and ache of losing his beloved wife settled into his heart. Nearly ten years had passed, yet he still missed her. Grieved for her. Every single day. It was that grief that made him throw himself into his research for Flame Alchemy. It distracted him from the emptiness that was inside him. Made him forget about everything and everyone else. His sister had left a week after Victoria was buried. And then it had been just him and Riza.

A daughter he hardly paid any attention to.

Why?

Because looking at her, he was reminded of the wife that had left him.

Left them.

And his heart couldn't take it.

So when he received the news that his sister and husband had died in an Ishvalan attack, leaving behind a daughter who was barely a few months old, he had decided to take her in his home. Perhaps Riza would not be so lonely with a little sister to play with. Sure his apprentice was living with them, but the man doubted the boy had anything better to do other than to study.

Besides, the Master had told his Apprentice the day he started that there was to be minimum interaction between him and his daughter.

Little did he know the seeds of friendship had already been sown between the two lonely children.

Berthold glanced down at the birth certificate, barely glancing at the name before shifting his gaze on the date of birth. 12th February 1901. Only three months old then. How young to have lost both parents in a single night.

"Riza, please see me in my study."

The fourteen year old nearly dropped the cup she had been washing, her eyes wide as she turned to glance at her father. But he had already disappeared and judging by the slam that followed, he had gone into his study.

Something was wrong.

Her father almost never asked her to see her in his study. The last time that had happened was when he had decided to take on Roy Mustang as his apprentice. Quickly drying her hands the girl walked out of the kitchen and down the corridor, pausing when she saw Roy standing outside the door as well. He cast her a confused look as she joined him, to which she only shrugged. Roy knocked lightly.

"Enter."

The door squeaked as it was pushed open by the sixteen year old boy. Roy paused at the threshold to let Riza walk through first. The girl gave him a small smile before entering the study, Roy closing the door after him.

Her father was standing with his back to them, looking out of the only window in the room. There was nothing out of the ordinary in his study though. The books were in haphazard piles, papers were trailing off various tables with alchemy circles and scribbles drawn in various sizes. The only thing out of place was a basket sitting on top of his desk.

"It would seem that we will be having a new person joining us." He spoke, still looking out of the window.

Roy glanced at Riza, their confused expressions mirrored one another. There was a beat of silence, before it was broken by a soft cooing sound coming from the desk, along with a chubby hand being waved from within the confines of the basket.

A baby!

Without a second thought Riza strode forward pulling the basket towards her to peer inside. Sure enough a baby lay swaddled in blankets of a pale pink, indicating to her gender. The baby stared up quizzically at the new face, just as Riza stared back.

"She is your cousin. Daughter of your Aunt Felicity. My sister." The man explained, the heaviness of his tone making his daughter glance up at him.

"Her parents died in an Ishvalan attack. And I adopted her out of the duty I have to my sister." The man explained. Roy kept his distance, watching everything carefully. This was a family matter and he would not interfere. Another beat of silence.

"Whats her name?" Riza spoke softly, her eyes training back to the baby who was still looking at her. With a jolt Riza realized why her eyes looked so familiar. They were the exact color and shape of her own eyes. The tuft of light brown hair was unlike her own blonde locks, but there was no mistaking those eyes.

"Willow Hawkeye." The man responded, now turning around to watch his daughter and niece meet for the first time.

Tentatively Riza reached out to the small hand that was reaching for her, small coos echoing in the otherwise silent room. Tiny fingers grasped her own, the grip firm. The baby girl seemed to find this amusing because she gave Riza a gummy smile.

"Willow." The girl whispered, carefully lifting the baby out of the basket and after a second of fumbling was holding her in the crook of her arm, supporting her head and keeping a firm grip on her small body. Instantly the baby snuggled closer, seeking out the warmth her body provided.

"She is family Riza. And since I have taken an apprentice to teach, it will be up to you to care for her." Perhaps they would be able to form a bond strong enough to withstand anything. There may be a big age gap between them, but with the way they seem to have taken to each other, the old Alchemist knew these two would stand by one another through thick and thin.

The young blonde nodded. "Yes, Father." With that, she placed Willow back into the basket, and carefully picking it up in both arms walked out of the room.

"Roy!" The man barked, sensing his apprentice was about to follow after his daughter. The young by winced at his tone.

"Yes Master?" The respect was ever present in his tone as he turned to the man.

"See that you don't let helping my daughter with my niece get in the way of your studies."

Roy stared, eyes wide. How had he known….

"Leave."

The young boy did not need to be told twice. With a backwards glance he was out of the study, the door closing behind him. Without a second thought he raced off to find Riza and the newest member of the Hawkeye family.

Little Willow Hawkeye.

[little-mouse-gardens]

Randomly thought of some nicknames my rottmnt ocs and the turtles would give eachother

some nicknames my oc sunny and Raphael would give each other (romantic and non romantic)

Sunny’s nicknames for raph : raphie, big red, red rose, Rafa/rapha, babe, baby, honey, handsome, sugar, good-looking, teddy bear, sweetie, sweets, snuggle bug, lover

Raphael’s nicknames for sunny : sunshine, sunny-d, sunflower, beautiful, angel, sweetie, sweetheart, sweet-pea, sweets, lovely, babe, baby, buttercup, gorgeous, sunny-bunny

Some random nicknames Donnie and Marcy give eachother (romantic and non romantic)

Marcy’s nicknames for Donnie : don-ton, Donavan, dr donniestein, Dee, tello, Donomeister, love, dear, handsome, genius, sleepyhead, love bug

Donnie’s nicknames for Marcy (romantic and non romantic) : mar-mar, marbles, marshmallow, mars, mariposa, love, dear, dearest, beautiful, my darling Marcy, my angel, sweetie, sweetheart, starlight, my beloved, muffin

Some nicknames my oc Skye and Leonardo would give each-other (romantic and non romantic)

Skye’s nicknames for leo : Leon, leo, nardo, neon-Leon, Lee, Leno, pretty boy, mr champion, handsome, lover boy, mi amor, amor, babe, baby, sweetie, my prince, beautiful

Leo’s nicknames for Skye : Skyfall, skittles, Skye-scraper, skye pie, Skyelight, girl boss, stargazer, Angel, stormy, star, babe, baby, mi amor, amor, love, songbird, dove, my Angel, dream girl, love of my life, princess, mi ceilo

Why exactly he picked skittles? Well because she wears this random bath and body works spray that smells like skittles. They both think it’s funny and she continues to wear the skittles scented perfume occasionally

Some nicknames my oc Angie and Mikey would give eachother (romantic and non romantic)

Angie’s nicknames for Mikey : mike, Angelo, milo, mikester, miguel, miko, sweetpea, sweetheart, dear, love, my love, handsome, honey, love bug, hun, bub, sugar, sugar pie, my everything, my king, king of my heart

Mikey’s nicknames for Angie : Angela, Angel, ange, Gigi, Angelina, Angalicious, Mrs chef/Mrs baker, Sugar-cube, cupcake, honey-bunch, honey bun, honey, sweetheart, sweetie, sugar, my love, my muse, my everything, beautiful, muffin, pumpkin, my Angel, sweetie pie

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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside (repost of masterlist)

Header by my beloved @my-secret-shame

Steven Grant x OC (Sam Waters) Marc Spector x OC (Sam Water) Jake Lockley & OC (Sam Waters) (platonic)

*COMPLETE*

Summary: Sam and Steven meet and strike up a quick relationship when Steven saves Sam in an ally. Both kindhearted and loving people, they fall in love fast. But there is a lot going on with Sam, things that Steven slowly starts to learn. Initially against the relationship, Marc ends up liking Sam when he sees how much she cares for Steven and falls in love with her as well. Marc, more familiar with the darkness a life of abuse can bring, tries to help Steven help Sam, but life complicates things for Steven and Sam and Marc... and someone else who has yet to show his face...

WARNINGS AND CONTENT: Every chapter is individually tagged deeper but for the overall fic, these are major themes to be away of. NOT A DARK FIC but has many many dark themes.

Major and severe depression and anxiety, PTSD, past child abuse, past rape and stalking, rape attempt, physical violence, toxic families, eating disorders, alcohol, alcoholism, smoking (cigs), bad relationship at a couple points. Sam is not meant to be an ideal person. She's a good person and tries her best and loves her boys dearly but has had a lot happen in her life. Suicide attempt, self harm (not shown happening but the scars are.) Catholic guilt. Self insert OC bc this was my first series.

That being said THIS WAS MY FIRST SERIES!!! It is not well planned or mapped out and its quit long. I was trying to tackle ALL THE THINGS bc at the time I was mostly a star wars blog. I didn't think I'd be writing more moon knight or much fic at all but god, did I. My writing has progressed a LOT since then. Don't just too harshly, it started a year and a half ago! Still, this fic is my baby and Sam deserves the world.

This is not a Jake romantic series. I love him dearly and set out for it to be romantic, but partway through the series I just felt like it wasn't right. Jake was more of a brother/parental figure to Sam.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Bonus Mini Chapter!

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Bonus Chapter!

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Sam and Marc by @poeedameronn Note the hearts to the side, Steven in white and Jake in red, bc Jakes thoughts are always in red. Sam's moon earrings, and the red and black scarf Sam made him.

I wanted to make a new masterlist that's cleaner and better warnings since I'll be updating the induvial chapters over time. Not reuploading but editing and cleaning up.

Thank you!!!!!!