#but when he's in her lap he's the damsel in distress that's been saved

[ptieuca]

buffy & angel + each other's lap

[eddiesxangel]

Eddie’s Fantasy | Knight!Eddie x Princess!Reader

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb

2.4k

CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.

Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.

The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.

"I-I-" he stutters as his eyes drift to the book sitting on the opposite side of your bed.

You follow his eyes and look over to see the book you had been reading before Eddie came over. You observe the cover he is looking at; a knight carrying a princess as he saves her from her capturers.

"Oh, baby, you want me to dress up like a pretty princess?" You smile.

Eddie nods his head profusely, mouth agape.

"Are you going to be my knight in shining armour? Do you want me to reward you for saving me from the dragon?" you ask with no judgment in your tone.

You hear Eddie curse under his breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Have my tits all pushed up in a pretty pink corset for you?" You lean in to brush your plush lips against his skin. "You wanna watch how they bounce as I ride my knight in shining armour?"

"Y-yes," he stutters.

"Okay, baby, I can be your damsel in distress"

You had it all planned out: You found your old Halloween costume, which you embellished a little with a pink corset like you promised, some petticoats for volume, and some extra jewels to really sell it. You curled and pinned your hair with smaller braids, just as he liked it.

You arranged to meet him at eight. As you were fixing your makeup, you heard a light knock on the door. You don't need to let him in, as he has his own key.

“Hey babe,” he calls out into the empty living room, seeing you were not in sight.

“Eddie! Quickly im in here!” You say with urgency.

You can hear his sock-clad feet pad down the hardwood floors as he rushes in to investigate, but he stops dead when he sees what you’re wearing.

You quickly turn, and he can see everything, the pink and blue lacy gown adorned with a lace corseted bodice that your breasts are pushed so far up his dick was hard in an instant. He loved the dainty curls that fell by your pretty face. You looked like a fairy princess, and he swore that’s when he fell in love with you.

“Oh, Sir Knight, thank goodness you are here!” You flung yourself into his arms. I never thought I would be saved!” You cupped his confused face and kissed him passionately.

“Baby, what is?—”

“Shhhhh, the dragon is so very hungry, they said I haven't much time.” You look around your room frantically.

“Ohhhhhhh!” And then Eddie gets it, and holy shit is he excited.

You give him a look to not break character.

“Oh,” he clears his throat. “I’ve travelled far and wide trying to track you down, Princess. It’s been an awful long journey.” He takes your hands in his and brings them up between your two chests to kiss the back of it.

“How could I ever repay, Thee?” You bat your lashes at him.

“It is my duty as your knight to protect you, Your Highness.”

“There must be something?” You creep closer and closer to him, letting your hands twirl a loose tendril.

“Well, there might be one thing,” he chides.

“Yes, Sir Knight?” You speak as you lean into his neck, gently brushing away his curls so you can leave a soft kiss on his neck.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispers as your mouth travels lower to his collar bone and your hand glides down to his already erect penis.

“I would like to express my gratitude, Sir. Can I?” You start palming him through his cotton pants.

“Y-yes, Princess, I’ll do anything for you.” God, he was such a simp.

You give a satisfied smirk and sink to your knees. Your dress pillows out, and Eddie can’t help but moan, seeing your breasts falling out of the corset at this angle.

“Fuck baby, you’re too good to me; I am not worthy.” he cups your face, and you nuzzle into it. You’d do anything for him.

“Anything for my knight in shining armour.” You bite your lip, gazing up at him; your doe eyes don’t break contact until your hands finally help his cock out of its cotton confines.

You hear Eddie take a sharp breath as your glossy lips touch his reddened tip. You can taste the salty pre cum as you place it in your mouth.

Eddie wants to grip your head so badly in his hands but doesn't dare, knowing you spent all this time preparing for him. To be his pretty Princess. Just the thought alone was going to make Eddie cream his pants.

Eddie watches, not wanting to blink; he can't miss a moment of this. Your perfectly outlined glossy lips swallowing down his cock, your beautiful eyes gazing up at him lovingly.

You break eye contact when you feel Eddie's bush tickle your nose. Trying to slowly breathe, you swallow down and hear your knight moan from above. Slowly, you pull back, tasting every inch of him on your tongue before you push your head back into him at a much quicker pace.

You pump your hot wet mouth on Eddie's cock, enjoying every minute. You loved having this hold over your boyfriend, as you were the only thing he was focused on in the world.

"You suck my cock so good," he hisses, trying not to cum just yet.

With a pop, you release his cock from your mouth and replace it with your hand as you move lower to suck on his balls. No longer caring about your makeup, you smear your face into the wet skink of his undershaft, needing to worship him like he deserves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Eddie was so close, your hand was jerking his so smooth and fast he almost exploded, but he stopped you just in time.

"I need you, princess, please." He begged.

"How do you want me?" You stand back up, and Eddie flips you around so you're facing the bed. You walk over together, and Eddie instructs you to lie down on your back while he undresses.

He gently guides your head down on the pillow, ever the gentleman.

"Need to treat you like the Princess you are." he hums as he gently peels up your skirts layer by layer to see you're not wearing anything underneath.

Eddie could see your pussy was already soaked, his mouth watered, and as he got closer, he could smell your arousal, which drove him insane every time.

The sweet aroma filled his nostrils; he had to taste you. Slowly, his soft lips trailed the inside of your thigh, leaving small bites to claim you as his. He crept closer and closer until the small hairs from your mound tickled his nose.

You hear Eddie take a deep breath and inhale sharply as you watch his eyes flutter shut, finally satiated.

Your eyes are closed, soaking up the moment; you feel a hand trail up and squeeze your breast as the other circles your entrance. You move your hand to cup the one that’s cupping your breast and guide it so the fabric releases your nipple.

Eddie loved your taste so much he could bathe in it. His sloppy kisses make your mind go blank as his saliva and the mix of your slick coat your inner thighs, the bed sheets and his face. You open your eyes and can see his face is glistening. You're absolutely dripping for him.

"B-baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!" You chant as your breath quickens. He loves seeing your chest rise and fall as he looks up at you through his lashes. Your sweet moans are his newfound favourite genre of music.

His tongue flicking over your clit over and over and over. Nipping and sucking and swirling as your wriggle beneath him. His strong large hands have your hips pinned down as you try and grind your pussy on his face. His fingers are diving into your plush hips, and the rough stubble from his chin and upper lip only makes the feeling much better.

Your orgasm hits you and your cum it's like liquid gold on his tongue. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to lap up your cum leaking out of your hole catching every. last. drop.

"Such a good job for me," he hums into you, sending waves of aftershocks through you. You gasp into his eyes, swearing you’ve never felt so loved, even if you have yet to speak those three words to one another.

“I need you, please, Sir.”

Eddie has totally forgotten about the roleplay until now. He was so consumed, pussy drunk, that your words only had him aching for you all over again.

“Time to show me your gratitude, Princess.”

You sit up and make room for Eddie to lie down on the bed because your usual position was for you to ride him. He loved to watch your tits bounce, to latch on your nipples while you bounce on his cock like his little bunny.

You go to take off your skirts because Eddie loves to watch as he disappears inside of you, but this time, Eddie stops you from undressing.

“No, please leave it on.” He asked while stroking his cock. You watch as his big hands grip the shaft, only making your pussy clench around nothing. No longer could you wait; the anticipation was too much.

Bunching up your skirts the best you can, Eddie guides your hips to be aligned with his shaft. He nods, and you sink down while he pushes himself up into you.

The sight before him is enough to have him cumming instantly. Your tits are so far pushed up that they’re basically falling out of your top, your head is flung back, exploding your neck, daring him to mark, your dress falls as you grip his shoulder for balance, and he is enveloped fully inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big, I’m so full,” you moan as you raise yourself on your knees so you can ride him.

“You’re so perfect, my perfect Princess,” Eddie mumbles, leaning in so he can press his face in your chest. You start off slow, building up speed with each bounce.

A loud moan leaves your throat in reply to his praises.

Eddie is consuming you; even if he’s under you, you’re being devoured by him. His hands, his mouth, his thick long cock filling you so good you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Gotta take what’s mine,” he grits before he pushes the both of you up, and you land on your back, and he’s hovering over you. Quickly he pounds into you, eyes not veering from your chest as he watches your tits bounce.

“Are you mine, Princess?” His hips slap so hard into you that you feel his balls slap you with each hard thrust.

“Yours! All yours!”

Eddie swears his heart melts when the admission leaves your lips. He’s always waited for a girl like you to come around. Now you’re here, doing this for him and enjoying it? He never thought he’d be here with you.

“More,” you moan

“Not good enough for you, your Highness?”

“I-I-I,” you can’t speak, but Eddie knows what you need.

“Gonna fill up this pussy so good.”

Before you know it, you’re being flipped around, and your head is pressed so far into the mattress your neck is craned, and it hurts, but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, your dress is flipped up, and you’re all spread out, and he is ravaging you with his mouth once more.

His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A small wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes are rolled back, and you're in absolute heaven.

Eddie's hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit before he pulls back with a moan before he breathes you in as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“More” you need his cock once again. Nothing will be able to satisfy your needs.

“You want more Princess? You want me to fill up this pussy so good your belly will swell with my seed?

“Yes!” Your white knuckle grip on the pillow almost tears it apart.

"Mmmmm, that's my good girl. Tell me what you need. " he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

“You, My Knight! You, you, you!” Your pussy clenches over nothing once more.

You're so close that you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him, and he pulls away and quickly inserts himself before you feel a sharp slap on your ass.

“Eddie!”

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

“Oh, Princess!” He cried, flinging his head back, fucking you with reckless abandon.

Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy. You can’t hold it any longer; everything is Eddie, everything is beautiful. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You hadn’t even released. You were changing his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice.

Uneven thrusts continuously pound into you until you feel the grip of Eddie’s fingers dig into your flesh so hard as he cums deep inside of you, you squeak, and Eddie loosens his grip immediately.

“Need you,” you slur mindlessly.

“You got me, Princess.” You both collapse on the bed, and Eddie's weight is comforting.

“And they lived happily ever after?” You try and roll over to look at Eddie; he pushes up and but so you can roll back over.

He kisses your nose. “And they lived happily ever after.”

Tagging some mooties: @jamdoughnutmagician @littlexdeaths @voyeurmunson @ceriseheaven @munson-blurbs

[artiststarme]

Here’s a little something something prompted by @nburkhardt. I wanted to go angstier but she specifically requested a happy ending lol.

Enjoy and leave your thoughts in the comments!

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As fall grew into winter, Steve started to feel more and more wrong-footed. Gone we’re the dinner invitations from the Wheelers and the drop-in visits from Dustin. They had better things to do, he guessed, than have over the town’s loser for company. Just like the weather, he also grew cold. With each lost invite and every day alone, the chasm in his chest grew until there was only emptiness where his hope used to be.

One day though, it all made sense. Mike and Dustin blew into Family Video with Eddie Munson in tow. They were all laughing and speaking in weird voices that only they understood. It seemed that Steve had been replaced as the “older male figure”, still creepy, and he’d been replaced by Munson. The moat between him and the kids only seemed to widen when he refused to rent them a rated R movie and Eddie rented it himself.

He’d been replaced. After everything they’d gone through, the fate he’d always imagined but hoped wouldn’t, had come. Everywhere he looked, he noticed. He saw Munson driving the kids home from school, saw them walking in town together, and even saw Eddie being invited into the Henderson home for dinner on one particular Tuesday. His worst fear had come true; the kids didn’t need him anymore. Worst yet, it seemed they didn’t even want him.

Instead of wallowing in the well-deserved self-pity, he moves on. Steve distances himself from the kids (not that they notice) and picks up a second job. He doesn’t love working at Melvald’s but Mrs. Byers’ position was open and he was desperate. He needed to save all the money he could so that he and Robin could move once she graduated. Steve couldn’t let her leave without him just because he didn’t have the funds to leave Hawkins. He didn’t know what he’d do if she left him too.

So he worked himself to exhaustion and avoided Robin’s questions at work and Mrs. Henderson’s curious glances at the grocery store. He hides in the back room of Family Video when Munson tracks him down to gloat and locks his front door to avoid the kids if they were ever to come to his house and rub it in.

He continues his melancholic loathing until he couldn’t anymore. Eventually his lack of sleep and empty diet had to catch up to him and catch up to him it did. Embarrassingly, it caught up to him right as he started yelling about Munson replacing him right to Eddie’s face and he passed out in his arms like some damsel in distress.

When he woke up in the hospital, it wasn’t a huge surprise. He’d felt it coming just as he’d felt the kids pulling away. What was a surprise was the ringed hand wrapped in his and the soft lull of someone reading Lord of the Rings to him.

The sleeping Henderson mother sitting in the chair at the end of his bed was also a surprise albeit the hissing cat in her lap was not. God, Steve hated Mews 2.

When everyone woke up, there would be screaming and crying and an outpouring of love. Steve would see that Eddie didn’t replace him but instead aimed to join him as a part of the family. He’d show him through hand-holding, kisses, and bringing Steve lunch in his free period.

Steve could finally see how loved he was as part of the Henderson family. He also saw how fun it was to be the older brother once he could gross Dustin out by flirting with his boyfriend in front of him. And the best part? Eddie liked horrifying the kid too.

[misanthropologymajor]

buggin' out (pt. 1)

plagas!leon x partner!fem!reader

You've known Leon for a long while—since his unlucky first day in Raccoon City. What the hell was up with him on this mission to save the president's daughter?

warnings: parasitic infections, descriptive violence, slow burn, anxious reader because my anxiety is so ingrained that I can't write someone who isn't anxious every second of every day, ignoring the treasure hunting aspect of the game because it is a little silly outside of the context of a video game, one use of y/n, lots of euphemisms for killing, awkwardly written combat, crossposted on ao3

part two -

feedback is appreciated :)

wc: 2.4k

"Roost, this is Condor Two. Condor One is totally out. We're in a boat and he's totally unconscious."

"Condor Two, what do you mean? Why are you in a boat?"

"It's so much-- there was a big fish monster, and we had to take him out so we could get to the area left on this one map to get the key to the church, but we killed the big guy, and Leon coughed up some blood and just collapsed. I'm taking us to shore, where we're less exposed." Leon thrashes in his sleep as you ramble, splashing some lake water on him.

"Condor Two, calm down, shelter him a bit, and update me when he wakes up. Roost out."

Pulling into the pier, you stop the boat. "Leon, you really are a bit of a damsel in distress." You pull him out, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He stirs just a bit, letting out a small groan.

Within twenty minutes, you manage to coax him into the nearest shed. You rifle through your waist pouch, leaving him with a small water bottle and a damp cloth on the nape of his neck. "Leon, I'm going to get you some medicinal herbs. Please wake up soon." Leon’s chest gently rises and falls. You brush his hair out of his eyes again before you leave.

You clamber up towards the Merchant's set up in the cave. "Excuse me? Do you have anything that can help my friend? Something's happened to him on the water; he's unconscious."

"Well, Stranger-- it may be best to let 'im wake up on 'is own. Never know what causes things 'round here-" you move to interrupt. "But, ‘f you must try somethin', try these herbs. Yellow an' red, if you will."

You hand him a few thousand pesetas and return down to Leon. After mixing them into his water, you coax him into taking a few sips. He groans, and you settle on the dirt beside him, cradling his head in your lap. "You've got to wake up, Leon. Ashley needs you, we have to save her."

After an hour of Leon's unconsciousness, you leave him in his shelter, obscured by an improvised curtain, and set off to get the key to the church. You sail the boat to the small boathouse and set through the path, pausing to fight three male villagers, two of which have their heads explode to reveal a bladed tentacle. Oh, joy.

Once you enter the cave, you find a large plinth between two narrower, notched pedestals, holding what seems to be the key to the church entrance. In the next room, a large map on the wall indicates the cave you're in and one across the lake.

Going through the cave leads to a new boat, which you take to check on Leon. In his shed, he's more responsive to your gentle probing, but he's still nowhere near conscious. 

"Leon, I'm going to get the first part of the key. I'll be back as soon as I can." You return to your boat and approach the smaller cave across the lake. The ride is uncomfortable without Leon’s quiet breathing or snarky mumblings. 

Arriving in the cave reveals a small building with an eight-buttoned console to the left of a relatively large door. Following a bit of multi-story investigation, you find the correct buttons for the entrance, revealing the detachable head and a few treasures in the room. You return to Leon, who is nearly awake.

"Condor Two, it's been almost two hours since you called in. Are you any closer to Baby Eagle?" Hunnigan’s voice crackles through your earpiece as you consider your next course of action. 

"While Condor One has been napping, I went to get one half of the way to unlock the key to the church. We'll get the other half once Condor One is back in action."

"Good to hear, Condor Two. Have Condor One call in once he's awake. Roost out."

It took another twenty minutes for Leon to fully wake up and adjust to his surroundings. Wrestling himself up by his elbows, sat with his back along the wall. "What the hell happened?"

"I was hoping you'd have the answer to that. We took down that big fish, and then you coughed up blood like you were in a period drama before passing out. Don't tell me you have tuberculosis."

"Definitely not. I think it may have to do with this cult; I saw a cloaked figure talking about a sacrificial body." 

"Don’t be so quick to rule out TB, Leon. Last year, an estimated eight million- Wait, fuck, that big priest said, 'Your blood or whatever accepted the gift.'"

"Oh, he worded it exactly like that. Wait, why do you know so much about tuberculosis?" You lightly smack the back of his head before filling him in on the work you'd done while he was asleep. His eyes crinkled as he looked up. He gestured for you to help him up off of the ground.

"One, we have to head to get the second part for the key to the church. Two, Leon, we literally work against biological terrorism, and I wouldn’t put it past Umbrella’s people to work out how to use TB. Are you good to go, or should I leave you here? Either way, call in to Hunnigan."

"I'm fine. Saving the president's daughter is all that matters."

"Leon, saving her doesn't matter much if you go down again and she gets taken… again.''

He ignores you. "Roost, this is Condor One. I'm up and at it, Condor Two is freaking out over nothing." 

"Condor One, you were radio silent for three hours. I think that Condor Two may be right to worry."

As he updates Hunnigan, you walk over and start up the boat. The retrieved stone head looks up at him as he enters the boat. “I take it we’re looking for another one of these bad boys?”

You nod an affirmation and take the boat to the dock indicated on the map. At the dock, you try the grated metal door to the right. "Locked. Looks like we have to go the long way."

"Let's get to it."

"Oh, by the way-- our friends sometimes pop big stabby tentacles out of where their heads are now. They don't like bright light. Just be ready."

"What the fuck?"

"Let's go, Kennedy."

Leon shoots a little wildly when the first Ganado you face grows into a bladed tentacle. Eventually, the head bursts, revealing another few enemies. You take them down as you head deeper into the cave section. Leon climbs up a ladder as you finish clearing the bottom level. You can hear him in combat up on the ledge. "They just keep coming!"

You finish down below and take the far ladder up to the ledge. Leon shoots his last opponent and jogs over to you. "This is the same console as the other cave. Let's look for symbols."

After finding the three symbols, you input them to unlock the door. You let Leon discover the bloody surprise under the stone head and eventually make your way back to the initial cave with the church key.

Putting each head on the pedestals unlocks the circular church key. Leon takes it and tucks it into his briefcase before leading you back to the Merchant's grotto. "Ashley's waiting for us; let's get going."

You head up the stairs towards the quarry. As you both step in, the gate slams behind you. A red figure atop the highest cliff gestures towards the gate across the quarry. The gate quakes, and the blockade begins to fragment.

"I'm not sure I'm a big fan of that comically large hammer anymore." You begin to load your rifle and aim it towards the gate.

The gate slammed open. It reveals a massive, lumpy humanoid. "Woah! Goddamn, you're a big boy!" Leon uses his handgun to fire a round of 3 burst shots at the giant. The giant seems unphased by the shots, and you take the opportunity to fire your shotgun at his back. He's marginally more impacted by this, which distracts him enough for Leon to begin to move away from the path of rampage.

Leon switches to small grenades and discovers another weak point on the giant's back. A small white figure pops out from the giant's upper back. 

A wolf howls at the top of the cliff. Leon points up to the top. "Hey! It's that dog again!" The giant looks frantically towards the moving wolf. After jumping down to the quarry, the wolf bites at the ankles of the giant.

You and Leon focus your shots on the smaller white figure, eventually leading to the giant falling low enough to attack the little white guy with your knife. After a few seconds, the giant moves to stand back up.

After another few rotations of knocking the big guy down and hacking at the little white head, the giant goes down. Leon stares down at it. "Damn. We were almost pancakes."

The wolf bounds off into the night, and you and Leon continue back toward the church. "Those bastards better not have moved Baby Eagle on us. I think I might lose it if we do much else without confirmation that she's okay." You adjust your side holster and reload each of your weapons.

"Let's not give them the chance." Leon opened the gate to the churchyard and slotted the key into the door. The door opens to a fairly basic chapel, with a jumbled stained glass in the center of the altar.

"Ashley Graham? Are you here?" You and Leon search for any location that could hide a full human being. "Leon, there's a blue knob in this cupboard."

"There's a gate over there, There's blue in the stained glass and a handle on the wall. Let's try this."

Leon fiddles with settings on the revealed console, pulling the gate above the doorway.

You walk through the doorway, checking for hidden combatants before climbing the ladder. You approach the door, indicating for Leon to open it.

"Ashley, Ashley Graham? Are you in here?" A figure swung at Leon with a candelabra.

"Just let me go!" A blonde girl in an orange blazer and a green plaid miniskirt swung again at Leon with the candelabra.

Leon caught it and threw it to the floor. "Easy with that. My name is Leon, this is (y/n). We're here on the president's orders." Ashley looked between the two of you before running between you out of the room. "That went well." Leon walked out of the storage room.

"Leon, you could have led with 'I'm not a bug man.' Yet, I guess." You stumble over the discarded candelabra momentarily before catching your footing.

"Because you were such a big help there?" Leon jogged to reach Ashley. "Hey, it's dangerous outside. You need to listen to me-"

Ashley interrupted him. "What is that? Over there."

You followed her eyeline. "That looks like more villagers. We need to be ready..." You trailed off as Leon and Ashley both grabbed their temples and groaned in pain. "Guys? What's wrong?" As they opened their eyes, you maneuvered Ashley to face you, pulling a penlight from your waist to check her pupils. You looked between her fairly normal pupils and the quickly approaching mob. "Kennedy, what happened?"

Leon and Ashley press along the gaps between windows to your right as you slide to put Ashley between you and Leon. Leon addresses you around Ashley. "Not good; let’s be ready."

Ashley looks between the two of you. "What do we do?"

Leon leans slightly toward her. "Your father trusts us, and I need you to trust us, too." Following a noise downstairs, you and Leon motion for Ashley to stay back as you look down at the villagers coming in.

You all crouch down as you move towards the left, passing Ashley's smashed phone. "Seriously? I just bought this."

You notice the sticker indicating Sigma Gamma Phi. "When we get out, we'll get you a new one. Let's get you back to your sisters first."

You reach a dead end and spot for Ashley as she climbs atop Leon's back to get the ladder down. You climb up the ladder, and Leon follows you. The only option is a window, which Leon and you hop through to the next ledge. Leon persuades Ashley to jump as you descend the ladder to the ground. 

A fallen bookcase blocks your path. Leon's voice crackles through your earpiece as you begin to clear the route. "Roost. We've secured Baby Eagle." You leverage your arms and thighs to move it back into the correct spot, as Hunnigan replies.

"Copy that. Is she okay?"

"Affirmative." Leon and Ashley approach your path.

" Well done, Condors. I'll dispatch a chopper ASAP. I'm sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle. Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out."

You walk to the front courtyard with your gun drawn. "Ashley, stick close to one of us unless we tell you otherwise. Be loud if you need help." Ashley tucks herself behind you. As you finish speaking, an old woman with a pitchfork turns towards your little crew. You take three shots before her head is replaced with a tentacle. Leon fires twice more before that, too, explodes.

The sounds of her death summon another three villagers. Leon moves to create an artificial bottleneck of access to Ashley. Those villagers go down with only one more tentacle as four more enter the courtyard. You narrowly pull Ashley out of the path of a charging pitchfork.

When those four are taken care of, you leave Ashley with Leon to explore the cemetery. As you finish dealing with the visible, another gets close enough to grapple you. You yell in surprise as you fish for your combat knife, and Leon runs toward you. Ashley stumbles behind him.

Before Leon can get halfway down to you, you wrench yourself from his grasp and stab at his attempts to grab you again. You dispatch him with finality as you turn toward Leon and Ashley. "That could have gone better. Nice to meet you, Ashley."

"Oh! Nice to meet you too, I guess. Wish the circumstances were better."

“Don’t we all?" You pat her shoulder comfortingly before walking ahead.

[shadowdaddies]

Oh please make a fic of the funny reader and Cass. Imagine they've been friends for so long and are secretly pining for each other but the tension gets worse as time passes by. Imagine the almost kisses, the almost confessions and the longing and one day they give in and the bond snaps. AGHHHHHHHHHHH IT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!!! the FLUFF, the angst ugh ITS A NEED MAAM

Okay I got a few requests to make the Cassian x funny reader head canons into a fic so here y'all go. This is when the bond snaps💜

Life of the Party

Cassian x Reader fluff

It was another night at Rita’s where you and Cassian designated yourselves as the party starters. While you took up residence on the bar top encouraging everyone to get on the dance floor, Cassian paid off the band to play the perfect music to set the mood. 

Rita’s was the most lively it had ever been, as was any place where you and Cassian went together since you’d joined the Inner Circle as a spy and emissary. Despite the demanding job, you felt more yourself than you ever had been since you came to Velaris. You were close with everyone in the IC, but you’d connected with Cassian immediately. 

He understood your sense of humor in a way that others didn’t, he was always happy to have a wild night out or a quiet night in with you. You’d never felt that way with anyone in your life, but as coworkers, you ruled out anything beyond friendship. Besides, Cassian was the handsome, renowned general who could have any female he wanted.

You looked over from where you stood on the bar to see Cassian motioning you over to the dance floor where he danced with Mor and Feyre. Mor grabbed your hand, smirking as she spun you right into Cassian. You laughed as he jokingly bowed to you as if for a formal dance, returning his goofiness with a curtsy of your own before the both of you began dancing wildly. Others around you were staring, but you never cared about that with Cassian, as you laughed to the point of tears having fun with your best friend.

Once you’d worked up enough of a sweat to warrant a break, you went over to the bar to get water for you and Cassian and met him at the booth where he now sat with Rhys, Amren, and Az. The booth was too small to comfortably fit you, so Cassian pulled you into his lap, the both of you giggling as you slung your arms around his neck. “Oh, my hero. Thank you, sir knight for saving me from having to stand,” you said with a dramatic flair as you pressed the back of your hand to your head in your best “damsel-in-distress” impression. 

You had just adjusted to a comfortable spot in Cass’s lap when he leaned in to whisper something to you, but he was cut off by a dramatic groan from Amren. “By the Cauldron, you two, get a room!” she huffed out, rolling her eyes as she stood up to join Mor and Feyre. Azriel and Rhys shared amused looks with each other as you sputtered out your lame excuse. “You guys know it’s not like that, we’re just friends right Cass?” You said, turning around to look at Cassian, waiting for him to crack a joke. 

Cassian let out a soft, forced laugh as he gently sat you down in the now open space beside him. “We’re just friends, of course,” he said with a soft smile to his brothers. 

“Oh, well in that case, would you care to dance General?” You turned to see where the unfamiliar voice was coming from, to see a stunning high fae female approaching Cassian, looking like a lioness on the hunt. Your vision turned red as you heard a vicious snarl, and all heads turned towards you. You turned beet red as you realized the snarl came from you, and the realization of your feelings crashed into you. Heart pounding and tears forming in your eyes, you searched for the quickest escape from the booth when Cassian grabbed your arm, holding you back. 

You reluctantly looked in his eyes, and a gasp left you as lightning shot through your body. It was as if you could see the invisible string that connected you to Cassian. His expression reflected yours, as though he just had the same realization. Your mate. Time froze as you stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. You were snapped out of your daze by Rhys’s laughter as Az slapped money in his outstretched hand. “I told you so,” Rhys said to Azriel, smirking at you and Cassian as he spoke.

You whirled around to face them. “You had a bet on if we’re mates?!” Az scoffed, “not if, just when you found out.”

[desiderio-dixon]

Darkest Before the Dawn

Chapter One : Sugar, I'm going down

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader

Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.

Chapter summary : The group sets up for a run to Atlanta, and you fall ill.

Chapter warnings : brief suicidal ideation, violence, language, typical twd themes

Word count : 1.7k (a little baby introductory chapter)

A/N : hello! im no stranger to the fanfiction community but this is my first time writing for daryl so be easy on me please lol. i have the whole series planned out so I hope somebody out there enjoys!

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The plan. What was it? What was the plan? You can't remember. You can't think. The blood is fresh and sticky and it pools in your hands. Bitter and metallic and filling your lungs. She gurgles, her head in your lap. More blood slips from her lips, running a path down her cheek. Somewhere distant, far off in your mind, you're aware it's leaking through your jeans. Warm on your thigh.

Her hand reaches to your jaw, trying to grasp it weakly. All you can manage is a shaky breath, closing your eyes.

Thump.

You know there's one left. Somewhere among the shelves. You just can't care. Let death take you. Let that thing pull you into it's cold grasp and sink it's rotting teeth into you.

You smell it first. The putrid rot overpowering the fresh metal of your best friends blood. And then you hear it too. The lazy shuffling of it's feet. That's when her hand grasps you harder. She can't speak but you know she's pleading. 'Save yourself'.

When it's close enough for it's ragged pant leg to brush your ankle, your body tenses. It's uncontrolled. You want this, but it will be painful. Your breath catches in your lungs, anticipating, awaiting.

But it never comes. And when the body slumps to the ground heftily, her hand slips from your jaw. Your eyes snap open.

That's the first time you see him. All clammy skin, panicked eyes, and splattered blood over his white T-shirt. "Come on, we gotta go!" He ushers. And he must see your eyes flicker to the limp body in your lap. "She's--She's gone. I'm sorry." Yes. She's gone. But somewhere in your soul, you find yourself believing that she sent him. You never were terribly spiritual or faithful; But in this case you hang on, desperately, to the concept. That, as she left this world, she gave you a gift. To keep you going.

And so you do.

"And that is how I met Glenn." You finish your recounting, though this version was much less detailed and much more comical. You wouldn't want to cry on the boat. Andrea told you it scares the fish.

Amy giggles and Andrea scoffs. "You? Some damsel in distress?" Andrea says, peering up at you while she tightens her knot. "I would think you're too stubborn for that."

You huff. "Yeah, well, things were different back then." You playfully defend, debating splashing her. Surely *that* would scare the fish though.

"Can't have been that different a month ago!" Amy chimes in. If the sudden end of the world taught you anything, it was that a *lot* could change in a month.

"Last time I join you guys out here!" You tease.

When you three return back to camp, Andrea and Amy garner various cheers over their impressive catches, though it's not enough for everyone to eat tonight. You, you're happy enough with your one minnow. Gotta start somewhere.

You dump your single fish by the fire, where the Dixon brothers sit. "Fishin' ain't your thing, huh, sugar?" Merle drawls. You pay him no mind, only sending a quick nod to the younger brother before strolling away. Merle was nothing but trouble. Crude words and cruder actions. Daryl, though, was nice enough. Quiet. He never seemed to say much to anyone but his brother. In your opinion, his value to the group was nearly unmatched. Most of the food in camp was provided by him.

You spot Glenn by the RV, chatting up Dale as per usual. Those two had an admirable student/mentor relationship. Raising your hand to block the beating Georgia sun from your eyes, you walk to join them. Glenn grins when he sees you approaching. It makes your chest warm. "Hey, guys." You call.

"Hey! We were just talking about you." Glenn says. Your insides feel like they do a somersault. They were talking about you? Stuck somewhere between honored and worried.

You chance a look at Dale. The older man always seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. Wide eyes telling his wise tales for him. He seemed casual now. "Do I wanna know?" You joke, leaning into the side of the RV. Glenn puts his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet as he so often does. You find it cute.

"Just another run in Atlanta. Shane wants a bigger haul though. Not just you and me this time." You and Glenn had been scavenging partners since the day he first found you, only a couple weeks in. It was just easy with him. While it was important to be compatible in the ways of scavenging and fighting, you found it even more valuable to be compatible in that human way. Humor, connection. It was difficult to go on runs with people you didn't much talk to. Tension with your partner led to being distracted.

But of course, Shane wasn't satisfied. He never quite was. No matter how many trips to the woods he took with Lori. You scoffed at the thought. "Well, is Shane gonna do some of the dirty work himself?" You ask.

Truthfully, in the time you'd been in camp, you felt Shane didn't contribute much at all. The women were set to cooking and laundry. The Dixons were to hunt. You and Glenn to scavenge. And Shane to reap the benefits while ordering everyone around.

Glenn laughed. "Course not. Shane is king of the swamp!" That earns a huff out of Dale. He shakes his head in amusement before stepping into the RV and shutting the door behind him.

In his absence, Glenn filled you in on the plans.

"Merle? Seriously?" You roll your eyes. The idea of being anywhere near Merle for longer than ten minutes was enough to make you rip your hair out of your scalp. Why couldn't it have been the more respectable Dixon?

Glenn shrugs, his eyebrows raised with a similar look of displeasure. "He volunteered."

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Trudging back to your tent that night, your legs felt like lead. You must just be tired from all the time in the sweltering Georgia heat. The act of laying on your cot made your head spin, spots rolling over your vision. Figuring you'd need rest for the run tomorrow, you decided to try sleeping immediately. No reading or journaling tonight.

You drifted off without even realizing. When you awoke a few hours later, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, you couldn't remember falling asleep at all. Disoriented, you stood up. The world spun for a few moments as you stumbled out into the cool night air. The dry breeze brushing over your damp skin brought goosebumps onto your arms.

Something was definitely wrong. You could feel your legs trembling under you as you walked towards the communal area. The water was kept there. Maybe you were dehydrated. Finally reaching the stash of bottled water, you collapse onto your knees. The plastic crinkles loudly as you try to open one. With your weakened, shaking arms, you find that you can't manage.

"The hell 're you doin'?" Any other day and the sudden gruff voice would've scared the shit out of you. In your dazed state, though, you only manage to look towards Daryl. You must look like hell with the way his face blanches when he sees you. The moonlight does you no favors, exaggerating the shine of sweat on your skin. Your color is off too, two shades too light. He can see your hands trembling where they hold the water bottle. "Ya bit?" He asks.

You shake your head, clearing your throat. "I don't know what's wrong. I don't..." You trail off, voice going weak. At the confirmation that you're not infected, Daryl draws closer. His boots crunch over the drying leaves and damp soil. You wonder if he'd gone to sleep at all, given that he's fully dressed. You swallow. "...feel right." You finally manage to finish.

Daryl crouches in front of you, reaching his hand to brush your forehead. The contact seems more uncomfortable for him than you. He draws his hand back quickly, like the act of touching you is painful. "Ain't got a fever," He grabs the water bottle from you roughly, opening it easily before passing it back. "Yer right though, somethin' ain't right with ya. Im'a get Shane."

Before he can walk away, you grab his wrist. He jumps at your touch, whipping his arm out of your grip. You pay it no mind. "Not Shane. Get Carol, please." You plead, staring up at him. He hesitates before giving you one single nod, trudging off in the direction of Carol and Ed's tent. You sip your water while you wait. Part of you worries that Ed will be mad if he's woken, but you know he's probably too piss-drunk to wake to anything.

Carol's always made you feel safe. You wish you could do the same for her. Most days you find yourself wishing you could simply will Ed out of existence. Instead, you do your best to offer her and Sophia small comforts; a nice pair of earrings for Carol, a new doll for Sophia. Throughout your time in camp, you'd grown to see Carol as a sort of motherly figure. She looked out for you, and you, her.

Before long, Carol and Daryl are jogging up to you. Carol crouches down with you while Daryl hangs back, chewing the side of his thumb. He seems like he doesn't know whether he should stay or go. Carol's cold hands caress your cheeks and forehead, examining the clammy skin for sighs of fever surely. "You okay?" She softly murmurs, giving your cheek a soft pat before pulling her hands back.

"I just feel sort of--dazed? Sweaty and shaky too." You explain to the best of your abilities. Something about the way Daryl was looking at you from behind Carol made you nervous. You pick at the drying leaves on the floor around you, soil piling under your nails.

Carol nodded, pushing up onto her feet. She turned to Daryl, "She's probably low on sugar. None of us have had much to eat lately." She was meek around Daryl. Truthfully, she's meek around all the men at camp. Always careful to not raise her voice or make a joke.

Daryl just nodded, thumb still in mouth. Carol wandered off, muttering something about candybars in her tent. To your surprise, Daryl remained. You trailed your eyes up his body. When you met his eyes, he quickly averted his sight. "Ya ain't goin' on that run today." He says, tone leaving no room for argument. And just like that, he leaves you in the middle of camp, awaiting Carol's return.

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[rvllybllply2014]

Here have two thoughts that are half marinated

1* based on my childhood

2+ based on my fear of bees

1): Davos has a pontoon boat, he took it out of the dock to work on it. He wants to take Aeron on a romantic night time boat ride. Unfortunately for Davos he parked the boat under some trees, and a rattlesnake fell from the tree and was it angry. Also unfortunately for Davos Aeron is absolutely terrified of snakes.

So Aeron isn’t any help. Davos has to find a big stick to scoop the snake up, and somehow manage to fling it back towards the trees. Aeron only half jokingly calls Davos his hero. A stupid hero, but a hero nonetheless.

Davos ends up taking Aeron on that boat ride. Davos does pretend to see a water snake to make Aeron jump onto his lap. Once Aeron realizes that there’s no snake he’ll playfully slap Davos and tell him if he wanted him on his lap so bad all he needed to do was ask. Davos responds with if I did ask would’ve you have gotten onto my lap? Aeron replies with well no, Davos says that he just proved his point then.

2): Davos is completely terrified of bees. He’s grown up with stories about how when one of his cousins was a young child, he’d stepped on a beehive and the only way to save himself from the swarming bees was to jump into the creek by the old mill. The maesters barely saved his cousins life, they said that if one more bee had stung him he’d be dead. So yes Davos was rightfully scared of bees.

But Davos can’t that explanation out when a bee is near his head buzzing. He’s pleading with Aeron to please oh gods do something. Aeron doesn’t understand why Davos is near tears just because of a little harmless bee. Davos tells him that bee isn’t harmless, it’s scary okay? After some back and forth Aeron finally pulls Davos over to the Bracken side while calling him his big baby.

Davos jokingly calls Aeron his knight in shining armor. Aeron calls Davos his damsel in distress, if he’s a knight. Davos starts to argue until Aeron says there’s another bee near him, which causes Davos to flinch and Aeron to laugh until he’s crying. Davos pouts that it wasn’t fair to distract him from the argument by claiming to see a bee.

Aeron does ask why Davos is so scared of bees and when he hears the explanation he says he understands.

1* When I was kid my family had a pontoon boat and they were doing maintenance on it but parked it near some trees on my grandparents property and a rattlesnake did fall out of the tree hissing and rattling. My aunt is the one to find a big stick/tree branch to fling it back into the woods. Yes I’m terrified of snakes, grew up in rattlesnake country during the summer

2+ Growing up I was told about my cousin who was hiking in China and she stepped on a beehive, got swarmed by bees and the only way to save herself was to jump into water and wait the bees out. Once she got to the hospital they told her that if she’d been stung anymore she would’ve died.

[sanguinesorceress]

The Red Fairy's Song

(Content Warning - Implicit Death)

Alistair wandered through the darkened wood despite his father’s warning not to stray from the farmstead.  The human child was eight years old and confident he knew the forest better than anyone.  After all, countless hours of the boy’s youth were spent frolicking among the trees, exploring the thicket for signs of imaginary dragons, and damsels in distress.  He had cleverly busied Mrs. Bennett with a riddle that would likely take all afternoon to solve, so he slowed his pace to a leisurely stroll.  She was a kind and gentle soul who served his father loyally, but it didn’t take Alistair long to understand the old woman was a simple and easily distracted.

Long ago he decided the life of a farmer was far too ‘boring’ for a boy of his ambition.  Unlike his older brothers, who were content to till the land and tend to the horses, Alistair was destined to become a valiant hero and lead a life of adventure.  Smoky, grey eyes peered behind a veil of unruly curls and he searched the trees, listening attentively for Her.  He especially liked the days when she sang to him, and her voice could only be described as hauntingly beautiful.  It weaved between the branches and lingered in the air before tugging at his ears like nothing he had ever heard before.  Sometimes he would close his eyes and imagine she was a beautiful princess locked away in a tower and he was a white knight sent to save her from the forces of evil.  She called herself the Red Fairy, although he had never been fortunate enough to see her wings.

"Fairy wings are invisible to those who do not believe," she explained during their last encounter.

Alistair wanted to believe-- he wanted nothing more than to see the magical wings of the beautiful fairy who enchanted his heart and fostered his imagination.  “Why can’t I see them?” He inquired with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.  He thought perhaps if he concentrated long and hard enough, they would appear.

His answer came in the form of mellifluous laughter that fluttered through the forest, dancing between gnarled trees, and echoing all around him.  “You cannot force that which only time and patience will procure,” she whispered from the shadows.

Just when he was about to abandon his search, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a woman singing in the distance.  The Red Fairy had come to grace him with her presence after all.  Hypnotized by the transcendent song, the boy found himself wandering deeper into the woods until he saw a sanguine silhouette illuminated by a single ray of sunlight peeking through the canopy of leaves overhead.

"Come…" she whispered when her sorrowful melody had ended, "…rest your head upon my knee and I shall sing a new song, just for you."

Compelled by her lulling voice and a curl of her finger, he found himself powerless to deny her invitation.  Eyes drifted closed as he nestled in the warmth of her crimson cloak and when she began to sing anew, her fingers gently stroked his downy hair.

As the midday sun crept behind the horizon, transforming the afternoon into twilight, Alistair dreamt of his departed mother.  With the final note still clinging to her lips, the Red Fairy glanced down at the fragile boy in her lap and smiled.  

"Today... you shall finally see my wings."

@daily-writing-challenge

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

I’ve written another chronicle

Shorter than the last, but I’ve had this one in my head for a week now and was writing it throughout the week, and uhhhh

Yeah hope you all enjoy :)

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Word Count: 677 words

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of trauma (not detailed, but mentioned), mixed angst and comfort (dashing of fluff)

Genre: Angst, comfort

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #7, so if you want more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on in this chronicle :)

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chronicle II - savior

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That night, he saved her from whatever monster was surely coming to get her.

“You keep working late, and you’ll start losing sleep.”

It was worth it.

That’s what Bucky had told himself when V had shown up at his door.

Mere hours before the sun would rise, cresting the horizon with its warmth.

It couldn’t come fast enough.

She was running, running from monsters and people and things that weren’t even real, yet her mind was clouded with what was real and what was fake.

A fuzzy line that split reality in two. Halves of a whole, broken and misused.

Bucky hadn’t ever seen her like this, but he didn’t need to.

He saw it in himself.

Nights upon nights of cold sweats and screaming and sobbing so hard that sheets and pillow cases were damp for days after. Mirrors that held another of yourself, somehow you and another of yourself at the same time. Gazes held in glass that you couldn’t hold for long before turning back to shaking hands no longer your own.

It was 3 am now, a head sprawled across his lap as he sat on his bed.

Soft breaths, no longer shudders of her breath in the wind, tears spilling out of troubled eyes.

She didn’t tell him what she saw.

He didn’t expect her to.

The fear of another shadowy snake with fangs and poison and eventual demise far outweighed the voice lodged in her throat.

Her hair had grown.

Long, almost all the way down her back, loose frizz of waves and curls a heap in Bucky’s lap.

Stark white bangs, contrasting red.

The white hadn’t been there before-

“Buck?”

He hadn’t even heard him.

“You okay? I, uh, heard screaming from…”

Steve didn’t have so many nightmares anymore.

They both knew he wasn’t a stranger though.

“She had a nightmare.”

It was a knowing between the three of them. Of knowing there needed to be someone to turn to when the nights got rough, when the nightmares were no longer nightmares, but reality.

The halves of the whole.

“Bucky.”

Steve was a half in this whole.

“You can’t keep saving her like this. You heard what Banner said. It would have to be a miracle if she even remembers-”

“I wanted to save her.”

Simmers of anger, bleeding into Bucky’s veins.

“I know, Buck-”

“No, you don’t. You have no idea what it’s like. Stop trying to pretend you know what it’s like.”

The anger died on the tip of Bucky’s tongue.

Steve was just a half of the whole, trying to find his best friend, desperate to make things right.

Deep down, the truth had been twisted by the short outburst.

Bucky was still adjusting to having someone who cared, not a figment or dream, but real.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Soft padding of feet, the weight of another joining Bucky next to him.

“You’ve always been the savior, Buck.”

In truth, he was.

Bucky had been the one to save the damsel in distress, to fight for a lady in the bar behind the movie theater, laying his life down, even if it meant coming back home with a black eye.

Home.

“I love her.”

“I know. I was there.”

He was a savior to his home. His person.

To V.

“I vowed to protect her, Steve.”

The stillness kept the words Steve wanted to say at bay, tides going back out to sea, retreating.

Steve knew the lengths Bucky would go to.

Even if she didn’t remember.

“She always said you’d lose sleep staying up this late.”

Stillness stopped, the warmth of the joke spreading.

Steve caught the crack of the smile on Bucky’s face.

“She did.”

Steve was a half in the whole, comforting, and Bucky’s best friend.

Even if Bucky was still grasping to remember everything about his best friend.

In the warmth of his friend and the soft sage green lamp, he wondered if V would ever remember his vow to be her savior.

“I promise to protect you, and love you till…”

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tagging peeps who I think would like this because i don’t even know what my taglist is anymore: @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @rainydaydream-gal18 @emperor-palpaminty @chaoticvampirejedi

[tev-the-random]

I know this is very sudden, but allow me to rant about Sonic 06-

*the crowd boos*

LISTEN! It's not about the game itself, that is a story for another post. I specifically want to talk about Princess Elise-

*the crowd boos harder*

Hear me out: Elise had so much potential to be such a fascinating character. It's all right there. So I'm talking about it. Buckle up, I'm putting this girl in a blender 17 years after her game died.

The absurd missed potential of Elise really boils down to her role in the story as a damsel in distress and how heavily the game imposes that role on her, even when it's unnecessary/uninteresting. Point in case, she gets kidnapped and rescued four different times. In one game. But why? What purpose does this serve?

I believe Elise's repeated kidnapping is but a cheap narrative escape. They don't know how to make Sonic and Elise bond, so they repeat the act of him saving her over and over again to drive in the fact that he's a hero and she's... I don't know, she's just a princess.

Just a princess. That traps her into the tiny box that is the stereotypical damsel in distress, and a macguffing for the whole Iblis thing, at most. But that doesn't really suit her background at all, does it? All of the stuff that's given to us tells us that Elise should be more than that.

Ok so, the story goes out of its way to tell us that, for 10 whole years, Elise was not allowed to cry. Not a single tear. That's her main thing, that she has a warped sense of duty and doesn't get to feel much. But did she even know why? The way the story shows it, it doesn't seem like she does, at least not entirely; she was passed out cold when the whole "let's infuse half of a god into your soul" stuff happened. So in a way, this behaviour could be treated as trauma instilled on her by her father drilling the idea of "a strong queen doesn't cry, stop crying, just smile" into her head — we do see a flashback of him directly saying that to her when she was little and crying on his lap. And this would have been a fine point of her character arc, if only they had concluded it in a more... well, conclusive way. By showing her and the audience that the duke was wrong; crying is healthy and not a display of weakness, and her father's "crying is wrong" speech is bullshit. Or even just by having her realise that not crying at all has a negative impact on her health, because it should.

But if we assume that Elise did know why she couldn't cry, the story gets more interesting. Because it's not as if she held back tears for 10 years — a near-impossible feat for a normal human being — just for her pride or because she believed in those toxic words of the past, but because she needed to. There's a fucking monster inside of her and this CHILD is tasked with keeping it locked away all on her own. If she cries, the whole world will end. So she sees a purpose in being emotionally distant: if she closes herself off to all emotions and reactions, she will suppress her need to cry. If she doesn't allow herself to feel anything, she will be able to keep the world safe.

But like, if she ever breaks a leg, she's not allowed to cry, because she doesn't want one stupid broken leg to cause the end of the world. She swallows the pain in silence.

She lost her father, who apparently was her only parental figure, at a young age and was left alone to learn how to tend to the kingdom. She had to attend her own father's funeral, knowing that she had potentially contributed to his death by being in the lab that day. And she was not allowed to have a little cry about it.

That's a lot of pressure, but it's not like she can complain, so she just has to deal with it as best as she can. Which in the game is shown by having Elise be a bit... bland, I guess? At times, I don't know if her weird way of responding to things was intentional or if it was just bad writing.

Either way, I feel like a better way for that to reflect on her character would be to make her stoic, cold and impassive when interacting with others. For her to be unresponsive to Sonic's jokes and Eggman's threats at the start of the game. As the story progresses, she gets to mature emotionally and realise how fucked up she is and how all of these bottled feelings are killing her inside.

Sonic bonds with Elise by providing opportunities and encouragement for her to feel things and express herself. He can see that she cares a lot about things, but it's buried deep down; he sees that beneath all the fear and responsibility she imposes on herself, there's a girl who cherishes her kingdom and loves the people around her fiercely.

But how to bring her out of her shell?

Instead of bringing Elise back to her castle only for her to be kidnapped again — Eggman does have robots all over the kingdom looking for her, ��� Sonic decides to bring her along for the adventure. After all, she should want to defeat Eggman and the threat he poses to Soleanna. With that, Elise can have more time to bond with other characters without having her whole personality sacrificed to a trope that does not server her or the story.

And the thing is, at first, she doesn't really believe in herself. She only sees herself as the vessel of Iblis, she doesn't know how to fight or run fast or anything like that. But Sonic pulls her along anyway, because she's determined and, believe it or not, she does have power.

And she laughs. She screams, she gasps, she gets a hug. Because if there is something Sonic knows very well, is that the world is beautiful and everyone should get to live life to the fullest.

Now please picture me this: Elise has a hidden feisty personality. As the story progresses and she slowly opens up, she starts showing a tiny little bit of a sarcastic side. She learns that she's an absolute sucker for adventure and speed and daring situations, a real thrill seeker. She starts somewhat confronting Eggman when he kidnaps her — listen, I'm not saying she shouldn't be kidnapped at all, it kind of ruins the fun of it if there are no stakes, but four times is a bit much — and expressing all her pent up anger.

Picture me an Elise who is so done with this shit while also being glad to blow some stuff up. She has that soft side of love and care but also fuck Eggman.

It's during this whole adventure that she gets to meet the cast. And holy shit.

The potential that the Elise & Blaze duo had, man. Elise has a FIRE monster inside of her, it would make so much sense for Iblis to manifest through FIRE powers. And you know who else has fire powers? You know who else is a princess? Who else started her journey as an emotionally stunted stranger who learns to open up thanks to Sonic & co.?

Blaze the Cat

YES, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? WHY THE HELL DID THESE TWO NOT INTERACT AT ALL???

It being the "Flames of Disaster", Elise can only see Iblis as a source of devastation and pain. She's scared of ever tapping into that side of herself, for her responsibility is just to lock it away and never look at it. But she can't escape it. And it would have been beautiful for Blaze to teach her how to come to terms with it and harness her fire for warmth, light and protection instead of destruction — but also destruction, because you know, sometimes blowing stuff up is fun.

That would grant character development not only for Elise, but also for Blaze, who gets to see a form of Iblis she never imagined before. Iblis is a world-destroying monster, she can't control or defeat it even if she has a connection to it through the flames; but maybe that's not their job to do. They shouldn't be wasting their time running around trying to kill some hedgehog, they should be protecting Elise from being used by Eggman! — Because surely that's what caused the end of the world, right? Eggman being too greedy and freeing a beast he couldn't control? Seems like a logical conclusion by all Blaze knows.

And Elise meeting Silver. Oh my fucking god.

She remembers him. That is literally the first thing she sees when she meets Sonic! She remembers Silver from when she was a child, she remembers he saved her. He was the one who even remotely tried to comfort her when her father died and the one who witnessed the might of what's inside of her. If anything, she must have spent years wondering if she just imagined him or not, this must be such a surreal encounter!

(It was either that or she actually saw the destroyed future and Silver via Iblis or something, I'm not really sure what that first scene was supposed to be. But I'm going with the "she remembers him" path)

At first, Silver doesn't know her, of course; he's only here for Sonic! But when he travels back to the Solaris Project incident, everything changes. And as much as Silver wants to be bitter about how simple the origins of their problems were — how all of it could have been avoided if only those scientists weren't so greedy, if only they had been able to destroy the base form of Iblis before it became a monster, if only the responsibility of keeping it at bay hadn't been put on a little girl, if only she had been able to keep it trapped forever, if only, if only, if only — he can't find it in himself to be anything but compassionate towards Elise. The two of them are very alike, in a way: burdened with the weight of the world, a responsibility they never asked for, but unable to give it to anybody else or give up because they care too much.

So that's the irony of Silver's story: he came to the past with the intent of ending a life, when this whole time he was supposed to save a life. Not just to save his future, but because Elise, like him, was robbed of many things, and it's not fair. He wants to go back to his time knowing Elise would live to see a safe and happy future for herself for as long as she lived. If he couldn't save the future, then at least he can change the past and delay the inevitable, give this world a little more time.

Oh and that's not even to mention Mephiles. He himself is a wonderful villain, but the fact that he never interacted with Elise is such a shame.

Think of the direct influence Mephiles could have on Elise as the other half of Solaris. The ways in which he could have tried to deceive her. Yeah, he wants to drag this out and see everyone suffer for as long as possible, but he has a damn queen in his board, why should he only play with the pawns?

It could have helped push the story just a little further by having him communicate with Elise in any way, shape or form. Replace Eggman kidnapping her 137 times with Mephiles luring Elise and using her bottled up feelings against her. Let her be Solaris' unwilling ticking time bomb.

And of course, I couldn't leave this without talking about the big issue everyone has with Elise. The fact that most people only ever remember her as that random human girl who kissed Sonic that one time. Not only was that whole romance uncalled for, but I feel like the story could have benefited a lot more from their platonic feelings. Hell, let Elise be her own damn character. Let Sonic have a positive influence on her without breaking everything else. Let them remain as friends at the end of the story without resetting everything — and really, just let her know that, even if Sonic leaves Soleanna tomorrow, she'll be ok; she's more than ok now, actually.

TLDR; Princess Elise from Sonic 2006 could have been such a cool character with complex emotions, the fact that her legacy is what it is is really sad to me.

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joel miller x reader idea/blurb

⬇️ all hail the horny

my headcanon is that joel is a kinky mf and of course so is Reader. knowing this i would imagine joel sometimes gets a little carried away and leaves bruises on you in places that are harder to cover up, and it becomes a problem especially during the warmer months.

maria is very protective of you —even more so after you’ve started dating joel because she obviously doesn’t really trust him or think he’s a good guy— she starts getting this idea in her head that joel is mistreating you. after the first incident of her seeing your bruised wrists and asking what happened only for you to quickly brush it off, maria starts watching you more and more, gathering “evidence” so she can bring it up to tommy. when she does bring it up to her husband he immediately denies it claiming that joel would never put his hands on you. after that maria doesn’t bring it up again seeing as it made tommy so upset but she does keep watching you.

after it’s been mentioned though, tommy can’t seem to stop seeing all the signs maria pointed out to him. the bruises and sometimes even limping. he never brings it up to his older brother though, still pretty much in denial about the whole situation.

somehow word spreads around jackson and it becomes a pretty well known rumor. maybe even ellie starts to question if it’s true after hearing the other teenagers gossip about it, after all she doesn’t stay in the same house as you and her growing distance to joel after all the cure business has her wondering if she even really knows him.

joel doesn’t care to address the topic, not bothered by what people think of him. he knows the truth, why should anything else matter? it does really bother you though, hating that people see you as a damsel in distress and joel as a monster. it comes to a point when she starts hearing whispers that the townspeople want to kick him out of jackson to ‘save’ you.

so one night when out drinking at the tipsy bison you notice that the place is unusually packed with people. an idea comes into your head. joel is having a conversation another patron about patrol routs or some boring shit, when you stroll right on up to him and straddle his lap. joel is a bit taken aback because you two are never very affectionate in public but he just assumes its the alcohol making you bolder. that’s until you start kissing his neck and bring his big hand to close around your throat. basically just being an absolute slut for him in front of everyone etc etc etc… make it as filthy as you want. make everyone in jackson know that the only reason you’re limping with bruises around your neck is because you’re having filthy depraved CONSENSUAL sex with your boyfriend/husband.

guys

like please

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💋 [[ Morty ofc u-u ]]

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed.

"That was really cool morty. How you saved me back there." The truth was meg was more than capable of pulling herself out of that dangerous situation. She had a lot of skill when it came to fighting but she was always so hesitant in protecting herself. Sure she was in therapy now but it had been a hard process learning that she mattered. That her life did.

Besides that wasn't the only reason she let herself be a damsel in distress. She had never vocalized it but she found her new boyfriend especially attractive when he played hero. He went from cute to a complete smokeshow to her. Like he became those badasses who saved their girl from an explosion or being kidnapped by a villain. This situation had been the later.

He hadn't just picked her up and got her out of there either. He made a whole show of it. Not only freeing her but once he saw she had been a bit bruised up he killed the jerk. Not a quick gunshot either. He beat him to a bloody pulp. Maybe partly that was his rage issues coming to the surface but it had been very hot. He looked good with blood on him.

Suddenly she realized she had been staring at him and for a long time too. "You're totally my hero." She pressed a soft kiss against his lips and thought she would leave it at that but the adreneline from their ordeal and her teenage hormones got the best of her. She deepened the kiss. Properly wrapping her arms around his neck and settling herself on his lap.

Some whimpers and moans even escaping her. That was when she realized she might have gone a bit overboard. Gosh she hoped she hadn't made him uncomfortable. Like when she wanted to makeout with him too soon before they even made things official. So once she needed to breath she broke their kiss. Panting to catch her breath. "Sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. Maybe the heat of the moment?" She asked with an awkward chuckle. "I didn't make you too uncomfortable did I? I'm really sorry if I did."

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Anonymous asked:

Haruki is a weird kid. Which makes sense, considering Bakugou and Todoroki are both her parents. Not weird in a bad way, weird in a having an obsession with unicorns and she once put her leftovers from lunch in her shoes on the porch so ‘bugs have a lunchtime too’ kind of way. She’s a good source of entertaining stories.

She is currently sitting on Shouto’s lap, humming along to the music from Frozen, and holding onto her favorite unicorn plush. At least until one tiny hand touches Shouto’s right hand.

“Cold.” She hums, then moves her hand to Shouto’s left side. “Warm.”

She repeats the motion over and over again, somehow entertaining herself with her father’s split body temperature.

But she’s not just weird, she’s amazing, strong willed, caring and loving and Shoto will happily watch her explore the world around them in her own way and pace and discover new things every day. He loves just sitting back and watching her do her own thing. It never gets boring. Just like right now. He really doesn’t remember how many times he’s seen that movie. She really seems to like it because the queen has got some powers like her dad does, even if she keeps explaining that Shoto is much cooler than her because he can unfreeze things too!

Her imagination seems limitless. He loves that about her. It’s like he gets to experience so many things he, himself, couldn’t as a child. It feels like healing in a way he cannot explain. And thanks to her, Shoto gets to watch all the classic Disney movies he’s never been allowed to watch or didn’t get the time to do so. It’s really a win win situation for him. 

He also loves observing her. It’s therapeutic in a way. Especially when she gets fully invested in her own fantasies. For example her pretending to be a dragon princess, riding her mighty dragon into battle and of course said dragon got a horn on it’s forehead too. The best of both worlds. 

The best part of that kinda adventure is when Katsuki is picked out to be the big bad in her stories. Shoto’s favorite part is when he gets to be the damsel in distress though, just about to be rescued by the bravest of heroes and- 

OH NO the big bad guy has swooped me up into his arms... poor me, what could I possible do - if only there was someone to save me?

What could he ever do against that. “Oh no, he got me.” he snorts and Haruki comes for the rescue. He loves every second of it and he wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. 

@explodcor​

[orangecountymuses]

was this angle of doing what was best, in actuality the best? it was all subjective to the mind. why did his chest seize with a shattered heart, slowly piecing itself together and simultaneously slicing through his skin like a razor blade? here he was, not even a month into a new town, new home, new everything. and he had already been swept into the captivating gaze of marissa cooper. his next door neighbour. he felt so much for him, it was overwhelming. the innate willingness of protecting her despite it not being his job. she wasn’t a damsel in distress, in fact he sought her as one of the strongest individuals he’d ever met. so when he witnessed her lifeless body crumpled onto the paved steps of an aimless tijuana bar, his emotions were fight or flight. there was no clear conclusion of if she had been taken advantage of — that is, other than luke ward’s tongue seemingly swallowing holly’s whole. holly not being the so called girlfriend luke had been defending from him since his feet set on the asphalt outside the chino prison cell. ryan had no business proding in a relationship that didn’t involve him. there were enough enemies strung along his back. once sandy cohen got wind of the foursome’s escapade, the ex-fugitive was confident it would lead to questions he had cycled through what felt like second nature. the angelic voice of the patient in the hospital bed suddenly froze him in his tracks. callused fingers gripped the corners of the heavy weighted door before piercing orbs averted over the ridge of his shoulder. seconds shaved by like minutes as he mustered enough thought to utter, “you’re awake?” shock and a vein of hope laced between each syllable. he couldn’t leave now, the fiery redhead be damned. his beaten up converse lapped back over the footsteps he had just executed seconds before, solemn features etched into his countenance as if he were batting down the relief that washed over his body like a tidal wave. “i’m so sorry,” fingertips brushed along the indent of his cheek, grazing along the sharp line of her jaw. his thumb abruptly ended at the curve of her neck, receding his hand back into the safety of his slicked jet black jacket pocket. maybe destiny had already set it in stone: he wrecked havoc no matter where it was. this situation had nothing to do with him, he knew that. however, a nagging notion in back of his mind was convincing him that if he hadn’t shown up in sandy’s care, that this particular trip wouldn’t have ended with a bonus excursion to the emergency room.

there's nothing in her body that doesn't absolutely ache at the moment. it just made her want to shut out the world and sleep forever.   only in the comfort of her own bed under a million blankets. there was no possible way she was getting any proper rest around here. being on death’s doorstep really takes everything out of a person, as marissa was soon learning. however, no matter how exhausted she was from the events that had unfolded, seeing that he stayed caused a wave of relief to wash over her. his face was certainly a breath of fresh air, a light that had burst through the darkness that the blonde found herself enveloped in. not her mother’s or luke’s, but his. the wave of relief was soon replaced with guilt. why was he apologizing? she had done this to herself. sure, her boyfriend, ex? definitely was an asshole, but she made the choice. ryan had nothing to do with her rash decisions. her skin blushed at his touch, missing it immensely when he pulled away. “hey, no, don’t do that,“ marissa shook her head in response, a small smile appearing on her lips. ”i’m okay, i promise, you saved my life.” there were so many what ifs, would’ve, could’ve, should'ves that she was sure were swirling around in the boy’s mind and she hated it. he wasn’t at fault. “you know, maybe i’m being selfish, or naive, or both, but i don't want space from you,” a sigh fell from her lips. "that's the last thing i want, actually." the girl couldn’t help it, the words just needed to be said. ryan atwood, what are you doing to her?

[late-to-the-party-81]

Making Biscuits

AN: So this was a little silly thought by @duchessoftheheart, which I, with her permission, ran with. It's also my first solo Bucky x Reader fic.

Not beta'd, Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Pairing: Reader x Bucky; Alpine the Cat x Bucky

Word count: approx 750

CW: Fluff, mentions of smut, Alpine (she's a warning)

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting reading your book before you realised the rest of the apartment was quiet.

Too quiet, you thought, considering you lived with both Bucky and the world's most diva cat.

Your boyfriend had wandered off to the bedroom earlier, still worn out from the mission he and Sam had come back from only yesterday afternoon. Really he should have gone to bed early last night, but he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you after the six day absence, and yes, whilst you’d managed to get him into the bed, no sleeping had taken place for quite a while.

You hoped he was catching up now, although if he was, you’d have to wake him soon otherwise he wouldn’t sleep properly tonight. Sometimes he was just like a toddler and this nap was definitely creeping into ‘danger’ territory.

As you walked into the kitchen to make yourself a drink, before waking your sleeping beauty, you heard a plaintive cry from the bedroom.

“Baaaaabe! Little help?”

Leaving your drink on the sideboard you followed the sound of his voice, stopping in the doorway of your room and smothering a burst of laughter with your hands.

Bucky was laying, face down on the bed, topless and with only a pair of soft grey sweat shorts covering his pert cheeks. And there, on that perfect ass, sat your cat, Alpine, all her usual queenly demeanour forgotten, as she purred and kneaded at Bucky with her fluffy paws.

Lowering your hands, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and started to record, walking around the bed to get a better view.

“Baby, no! Don’t film this. Just get her off. It tickles.”

You chuckled at his pathetic whine. It wasn’t like he couldn’t move himself to get the cat to leave him alone, he just didn’t want his furry princess to think he was the bad cat parent.

As you rounded towards Alpines head, your laugh became more audible as you noticed that the cat was so lost in making biscuits that she was drooling whilst she purred and kneaded.

“Aaaww, Bucky, she’s so happy. I’m sure you can put up with it for a bit longer.”

You zoomed in to get a clear shot of the feline’s bliss-filled expression.

“You’re going to send this video to Sam, aren’t you?”

“Yup!” You couldn’t contain your glee, Samuel was going to lap this up.

Then, just when you thought the situation couldn’t get anymore amusing, Alpine dipped her head and started to suck at the soft cotton material.

“Eeeww, no! It’s all damp! Please babe, please!”

You dropped to the floor next to the bed, full belly laughs enveloping you, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“God, this is too fucking funny! Now you know what it’s like to wander around with damp clothes on you.”

Your boyfriend huffed, shifting gently and turning his head away from you.

“Fine, if you don’t want to help me, I'm gonna go back to sleep. Don’t blame me when I’m keeping you up all night, babe, cos I can’t sleep and I’m bored.”

As tempting as his offer threat was, you finally stood up and put your phone down so you could lift Alpine off him. She swished her tail and gave you an indignant look, before walking off in a huff, probably to go curl up on the clean laundry and cover it in white fur.

“There you go, my damsel in distress, I’ve saved you from the fearsome beast.”

Bucky flipped over onto his back, looking up at you and smiling, a hand held to his brow in a mockery of swooning.

“My hero,” he said, before pulling you down on top of him. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him.

“I’m feeling more refreshed after my nap. Full of energy…” He raised an eyebrow and ground you against his pelvis. “If you don’t help wear me out, I won’t sleep later.”

You dipped down and pressed your lips to his.

“Good job I’ve got a fool-proof method of doing that then.” However, you sat up abruptly, pulling yourself out of his arms, and picked up your phone.

“But first I got a couple of messages to send..”

You squealed as Bucky grabbed you, pinning you to the bed under him, taking your phone off you and carefully tossing it to the other side of the room.

“I’m more important…and you’re not sending that to Sam!”

“If you say so babe, if you say so…”

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[thorniest-rose]

Eddie having a fantasy kink like all his nerdy interests have scantily clad female characters that he isn't really interested in but later on imagines a guy in her place and realizes OH. Cut to Steve jokingly commenting about how he'd let Eddie the Brave Knight ravish him for saving him and Eddie loses his mind

ahhh yes omg!!! This feels so in character. Like Eddie grows up with these cute, innocent fantasies of living in a fantasy world where he rescues damsels in distress from cruel kings and ogres, but as he gets older the women in his fantasies become beautiful men. Cue Eddie making this fantasy come true when he rescues Steve from the Upside-Down (ahem, this should have happened in the last ep of S4...).

Months later all the gang are playing DND together (even Steve, who's been roped into it by his idiot son Dustin) and for once Eddie isn't the DM, he lets one of the kids try it for a change. So he plays a knight and Steve as a joke plays some beautiful temptress type character. And during the campaign Eddie saves Steve from being captured and killed, which everyone applauds (which of course Eddie laps up).

It's only when the game's finished and Steve and Eddie are the last people left in the basement that Steve turns to Eddie and says, "So, my brave knight, aren't you going to take your reward and ravish me?" letting his legs sprawl open, and he's joking of course, but Eddie's mind just goes into overdrive. And that night he jerks off three times thinking about taking Steve as his bounty and fucking him as much as he wants because Steve belongs to him.