#i think that's the last one!!! thank you for sending & thank you for being so patient

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ daddy playlist (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird x leclerc! reader ( platonic )

summary: the leclerc sister causing havoc in the f1 driver’s life

tw : fluff; chaos, VERY SUGGESTIVE

fc : emma chamberlain

a/n : this was requested anonymously by an anon! I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 the reader is gay, so don’t like it, don’t read it 🫶🏻 also, there are a lot of suggestive jokes, so please don’t read if you are uncomfortable

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babyn daddy's home chauffeuring these Lil girls

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lordperceval wtf are you driving a Mercedes !?

lordperceval haven't I bought like 10 ferrari's for you ?

lordperceval even Lewis is leaving Mercedes

babyn calm down, brother dearest, it's georgey's

georgey shame on all of you for catfishing in my car

albono I AS WELL also own a Mercedes 🙏

albono norris, you better be careful in track, the fuck are you sending my ugliest pictures on the net

norizz oh come on, if you are ugly, you are going to be ugly

max1 and not like you don't crash every now and then

colawithice it's the Williams' fault

chillijr that's why I am replacing you

colawithice and that's why I am replacing checko ✅

babyn YOU ARE GOING TO REDBULL!?

babyn OH MY GOD

babyn REDBULL WILL HAVE MILFS

babyn BOTH OF THE DRIVERS ARE DATING MILFS

norizz or they just have mummy issues

max1 and you have height issues

colawithice height does not matter, it's the girth

hamsandwich it's the looks 💪🏻

georgey why do you follow yn?

babyn WHY WONT HE!?

kikagnome the whole grid follows her

babyn except the drivers without talent and daddy issues

peirreneedsgas then why is Lando following you ?

norriz mate, last time I checked, I WAS THE ONE COMPETING FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP

babyn and it was all too much for little Lando Norris

pastry we still are winning then constructors💪🏻

chillijr Ferrari will cover up

babyn only if they pass the radio in spanish from now on

georgey 😶

albono 😶

pastry 😶

lilyhye 😶

babyn LILY WHY WERE YOU OFFLINE

carmenvroom 😶

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babyn the only man I would ever spread my legs for -

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lordperceval you are not getting out of my sight anymore

lordperceval dare you leave the Ferrari garage

babyn I will go the McLaren garage

pastry oh fuck no, BIANCA IS NOT THERE FOR EVERY RACE

babyn 😔

max1 I will join you

babyn turning people gay since 01 💪🏻

babyn but before, give me Kelly

max1 you can very much take toto, thank you

kikagnome yn, babe stick to one person yeah ?

babyn stop flaunting your relationship with pierre

pierreneedsgas SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING !

babyn your existence is enough

kikagnome why do I have you as my best friend again ?

babyn idk, sounds like a you problem

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babyn SHE FUCKING LOOKED AT ME !?

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norizz was it necessary to use me ?

babyn well yes, you are confused everytime

max1 thank God you will stay off Kelly now

babyn NEVER FROM MY FAV MILF

ollibear Bianca gave me her number

babyn TO YOU !?

olliebear what's so surprising ?

babyn YOU ARE WHITE AND YOUNG AND WELL A KID

olliebear YOU ARE WHITE TOO !?

babyn I AM MONEGASQUE

kingarthur sorry ollie, she failed her middle school

norizz she just looked

babyn itz the start of our marriage book, I have already made like 10 playlists

colawithice tell me you're gay without telling me you are gay

babyn you are LaTiNa

colawithice I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU

lordperceval every week, you tell me some other girl is going to my sister in law

babyn I WANT TO BECOME A WAG

kikagnomes ITS FRIENDSHIP GOALS CHARLES

pierreneedsgas wait what

babyn calm down french fry, you both only met because of me

hamsandwich please don't, we don't need another person on the grid with an age gap

chillijr I think being in the f1 world has a mandatory check of having an age gap relationship

albono ME AND LILY are very happy 😊

georgey so are we Carlos

rebecamour Carlos, I AM ONLY ELDER TO YOU BY ONE YEAR

chillijr I didn't mean it about us !!

rebecamour Aren't you an f1 driver !?

babyn he is not, he is unemployed

chillijr I am!! But we love each other and Y/N, STOP

babyn no one tells me to stop, I LOVE BEING IN COMMAND

chillijr Charles, control your sister

lordperceval Arthur, please do

kingarthur only maman can

hamsandwich well you could show this account to her ?

babyn ALL GOOD

babyn NO NEED

babyn I AM GAY AND HAPPY

babyn NOT SHARING ANYMORE

lordperceval I love maman

kingarthur so do I 😊

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babyn Kika, the first girl who I fell in love with, the girl who taught me how to wear heels, the girl who taught me how to make my boobs look big ( you kind of catfished pierre..?) and girl who has been with me since we were thirteen. happy 21 my love 😗😗

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kikagnomes finally I get some appreciation 🫶🏻😊

pierreneedsgas the only post I ever liked on this account

babyn says the man who got catfished

kikagnomes I AM NOT THAT FLAT

babyn OH PLEASE

kikagnomes WELL I HAVE A BOYFRIEND

babyn who will gladly lick the plate

kikagnomes PLATE !?

norizz this is the first time I have seen boobs being compared to plates

pierreneedsgas shut up norris

kikagnomes shut up lando !!

babyn love let's just continue on the gc ?

kikagnomes yes, I need to debrief as well !

pierreneedsgas debrief what ?

babyn how you only last like 3 rounds !?

pierreneedsgas HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW !? FRANSISCA !?

lordperceval 3 rounds is impressive !!

babyn not for an athlete

kingarthur sister, what more do you expect from a human ?

babyn like minimum 5 rounds ?

max1 Y/N, this is not a formula 1 race where you go for rounds with pitstops

babyn y'all are just old

hamsandwich it's not about being old !!!

babyn forgot there were 40 year olds who can't even do one round

colawithice you women don't know how hard is it to keep the hip movements going

georgey EXACLTY, WE HAVE MORE FLEXIBLE HIPS THAN SHAKIRA

carmenvroom ....

lordoerceval the silence says a lot more my mate

babyn Colapinto beans, I am more dominant in bed than you are begging to be rode

lordperceval EVERYONE TAKE THIS ON YOUR CHATS, Y/N, SISTER I HAVE NO INTEREST IN YOUR SEX LIFE

babyn also Charles, work on your stamina mate, can't even go 2 rounds without panting

lordoerceval !? ALEXANDRA !?

alexmieux ... yn, love meet me NOW

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babyn when mom asks what me and that girl are going to do on a sleepover

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norriz at this point, you should sign up this account for onlyfans

lordperceval Lando, stop giving my BABY SISTER such ideas

babyn what makes you think I am not already there

kingarthur excuse me !?

babyn don't worry, I just sell your feet pics 😺😊

lordperceval the best investment from my money would be getting you a psychiatrist

colawithice give me some tongue tips

babyn milf not getting satisfied ?

colawithice you wish

chillijr telling your mom for future sleepovers

babyn telling reb about your Italy escapade

rebecamour Italy what !?

babyn nothing ���

rebecamour Carlos !?!?

chillijr nothing my love, she is just joking

chilijr STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FIGHT WITH HER !

babyn sorry, I just thought you liked mariella

rebecamour MARIELLA !?

norizz just informing that Carlos won't be online for some time because I saw him run after her in the paddock

pastry why are you so mean yn ?

lilyhye Mena in What?

lilyhye exposing an affair !?

alexmieux as she should !?

babyn loves, there was no affair

kikagnomes you nasty -

lilyhye those are some damn long fingers ...

babyn someone just expressed their desire @ albono

albono thank you very much and I can work on it without your interference

lordperceval why in the world have you put me there !?

babyn Alex is lucky you know ?

lordperceval what did mom even eat before giving birth to you !?

babyn dad

kingarthur Y/N !!!

[here-for-fanart]

The Difference Between Jinx And Alt.(Alternate Universe) Powder

Since season 2 finished, I've had mixed feelings in regards to Alt. Powder and Jinx. It was mostly my Timebomb brain, but I was also trying to understand the psychology behind it all. Special thanks to @jicklet and @lullabyes22-blog Their combined post thread led me to a few realizations. So, here is what my brain decided to torture me with:

Alt. Powder And Jinx Share A Dependency Born Of War

The sudden loss of her parents, at such a young age, led Powder/Jinx to develop a reliance on Vi to play every role she needed in her life: sister, mother, best friend, confidante, provider, teacher, and role model. (Vander did step into the role of provider as well, but Powder/Jinx didn't show dependency on him like she did with Vi.) This dynamic, with Vi, has been mirrored in the majority of her relationships in Arcane. She has one special person that she latches onto, who becomes her world and her drive for everything. She takes her queues from them, gets motivation from them.

In childhood, her goal was to prove herself to her big sister. But, it was Vi who wanted respect from Piltover. Vi, who wanted to steal from Pilties. Vi, who wanted to fight the enforcers. The majority of Powder's input was in a supporting role to whatever Vi decided to do.

Jinx's Trauma Results In: A Fear of Abdandonment

As Jinx, this dependency and need to prove herself is more evident. Because after Vi is gone, she passes the role of "primary motivator" (or special person) onto Silco. And after he dies, she's aimless and drifting. Despite being pushed to fill his seat (by Sevika), she hesitates, unsure of what to do. She's playing around with Isha, but Isha doesn't become her "primary motivator" until after the arrest at the rally. What makes Jinx's relationship with Isha (and Sevika) unique is that it's the first time she's thrown into a leadership role.

The truth is, Jinx only ever reaches her full potential in a leadership role. Think about everything she's done and accomplished. When has she shined the brightest? Leading Zaun's calvary against Noxus. Freeing Isha and the other Zaunites from Stillwater. Sending The Grey back into Piltover with a colorful metaphor. Helping Sevika take down Smeech. Blowing up the council. Choosing the Jinx chair. Going rogue, while working for Silco. Whenever she's doing her own thing and making her own choices, she changes the world.

Her trauma is tied to her relationships, in the form of abandonment and loss. When she finally decides to 'break the cycle', it's because she's breaking the co-dependency with Vi and others from her previous relationships. She wants to detach, because she's tired of tying herself (her self worth, her happiness, her purpose) to people who can't, won't, or are unable to stay. Her trauma of abdandonment is triggered by the fear of letting go.

Alt. Powder's Trauma Results In: A Fear of Power

(Also known as Jonah Complex: "This fear prevents self-actualization, or the realization of one's own potential. It is the fear of one's own greatness, the evasion of one's destiny, or the avoidance of exercising one's talents." ~ Wikipedia)

This alternate version of Jinx seems to have it all: alive family and friends, a possible boyfriend in Ekko, a thriving city. Everybody seems to love her. She's helpful and stable (more so than even Ekko, apparently). The only thing of value that seems to be missing is Vi.

But as we look deeper into the dialogue, we see not everything is as rosey as it appears. Powder tells Vi's doll ["I got the 'not living up to my potential' speech from Vander again."] And later on, Vander tells Ekko, ["Powder's been raving about your Z-drive. Can't remember the last time I saw her so alive."] When still suspicious of Powder's nature, Ekko asks, ["And this invention, you don't have some alternative purpose for it?"] To which, Powder replies, ["You're the big idea guy."]

This Powder lacks the desire for personal achievement. Oh, she's helped everyone else with their projects, but she doesn't WANT to achieve anything for herself. But unlike Jinx, she is surrounded by potential motivators she can connect with: from her maybe boyfriend Ekko, to Vander, Benzo, Silco, to any one of her friends and family.

Then why you may ask, if she's surrounded by so many of these motivators, does she still not take initiative? And my response to that would be:

You know those ugly twins, Fear and Trauma.

Any potential motivator (despite her being attached to them) gets blocked by her trauma response...because Alt. Powder's trauma of power is triggered by a fear of recognition.

When anyone points out her potential or expresses a desire to see her make something of or for herself, she shuts it down. Thinking about it too long opens up her trauma. It upsets her. She rejects any thought that makes her special, even though everyone knows she is.

To me, this demonstrates a fear of power. Some behavioral symptoms include: downplaying one's achievements, self-sabotage, avoiding leadership roles, and avoiding situations where one might gain significant influence.

This episode showed us the reality of what Powder's trauma would have resulted in, had the tragedy took place at the apartment instead of the warehouse. The difference lies in the trigger: Vi's death was from an explosion Powder caused (by dropping the hex crystal). But! What makes this even worse, is that it was also caused by (you guessed it) the power of invention. It was an inventor's apartment they broke into and an inventor's experiment that lead to a death. From that point forward, Powder feared what she herself could do.

I think her time with our Ekko allowed her a glimpse into the life she'd have, if she wasn't so afraid of her power. We see Ekko openly admire how powerful his Jinx is, despite how often she's used that to hurt him. And when they want to experiment further with the Z-drive (despite Heimerdinger's warning), she makes a non-commital noise, before giving Ekko a mischievous smile. Ekko allowed her the freedom to question whether she wanted more, without triggering her trauma by demanding she change.

The last scene of episode 7, signifies Powder's continued choice to follow this path, unaltered. Earlier in the episode, Ekko went to the apartment, to gather hex crystal remnants to work on. He was picking it out of the wall with tweezers. This is all he got.

The real kicker?

She's had a whole bag of them, in her drawer, the entire time they were working on the Z-drive. The ones she stole from the apartment? Yeah, she kept them. They're there, in a drawer, sitting unused. The potential for power that—a fraction of which was able to build a TIME MACHINE—sits in a drawer untouched, along with a necklace from the boy who almost broke through to her, who almost changed the course of her life. This scene signifies the "unused potential" of both the hex crystals and the lesson Ekko tried to teach her. It too will be untouched for a while.

Alternate Universe Powder is worse off than Jinx, at this point, because Jinx is facing her trauma and finding new ways to break through it. This Powder may never "wake" again.

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[The End. Thanks for reading. Please, excuse the crappy photo quality. ...and probably writing. 🫤 Eh, who cares? This is for me and my brain demon anyways.]

[yujiqi]

match made in heaven

stranger!hyunjin x wealthy f!reader

synopsis: you’re feeling desperate tonight so you decide to look for someone to hook up with on a dating app and it seems you guys could be more than a one night stand

genre/s: smut, fluff

warnings: oral f!receiving, vanilla sex, lil bit of dry humping

wc: 1.7k

a/n: listen to singularity - bts while reading! i wrote this 2 years ago so it’s not that good but i feel bad for not posting so heres a little smth! mostly proofread!

you long for evenings like this. sipping on a glass of wine, taking a hot bath with a rich lavender essence filling the bathroom.

"miss y/n, your food has arrived. shall i leave it here?" you hear your butler from the other side of the door.

"leave it on my coffee table, thank you"

you hear his footsteps fading away. being wealthy is fun. many people say money cant buy happiness but you think that's false. they're just saying that because they don't have money.

you live alone, your butler and the others that do your housework come early in the morning, but by midnight, it's just you. a part of you wishes you had someone to spend your nights with. you’re the ceo of the company your dad owns. some say you were born with a silver spoon. they aren't wrong, but it does bother you how people badmouth you behind your back when you could easily end their career.

you take the last sip of your wine and set the glass down. you carefully step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around yourself. the aroma of food fills your nostrils. you ordered lobster with a couple other sides. your butler left a new bottle of wine right by it. you usually don't have big meals like this but it’s friday and it’s been a tiring week. you hear your phone ring and you hesitate for a moment. you don't feel like talking to anyone right now. it’s your mom calling. she's always bugging you about how you need to get married.

"hello" you finally answer the phone.

"y/n. what did i tell you about ignoring my calls." she sounds mad.

"you know i'm busy, mom"

"too busy to answer the woman that brought you to this planet?"

"mom," you pause for a second because you really don't wanna do this right now. "i have to go"

"when are you going to get married, y/n" you feel like she can practically hear your eye roll at this point.

"why are you so worried about that when i'm literally the ceo of a company? i'm well off, i don’t need a man" you protest.

"i just think it would be best if you settled with a man, have a kid that will soon takeover the company too"

"i'm going to sleep. goodnight" and with that, you hang up.

you’re 26, she seriously needs to back off a bit. although you do feel you should find a man. you don't want a man to settle down with though, you want a man to satisfy you and pleasure you. lord knows you need it. you can't remember the last time you had sex. maybe 3 years ago? you’ve been so busy, you haven't had time to think about yourself. you look at your phone and can't believe what you’re about to do. you open the app store and type in "hookup apps".

you’re shocked you’d stoop this low, but you’re feeling really desperate tonight. you open the app and it asks for the basics. name, age, city, and a few extra questions. the app is very quick to find matches. none of them interest you until someone catches your eye.

hyunjin, 23, seoul

cool, hes 3 years younger than you but you can make it work. you send a request to him and he immediately sends a message.

hyunjin: into younger guys i see?

me: im gonna be honest... im really desperate rn

hyunjin: oh yeah? dont u wanna know even a little bit about me?

me: not really

hyunjin: i could be an old white man yk

me: the fact that ur saying that alr lets me know ur not

hyunjin: true

me: ill give u my address then

hyunjin: already???

me: i told u im desperate

you send him your address and anxiously wait in the lobby area of your penthouse. you mess with the strap on your velvet robe. you’re not wearing anything underneath so easy access, right? you get a message from hyunjin asking for the gate code. you give it to him and soon you hear the doorbell chime throughout the house. you quickly get up and open the massive door for him.

"woah" his mouth wide open, pure shock on his face

"you like it?"

"i'm not talking about the house, i'm talking about you" he says.

well that's a first. you don't get many guests, but when you do, all they talk about is the house.

"you're bold" is all you manage to let out. he's fine. incredibly fine. the way his long black his falls perfectly onto his shoulders. you notice the mole under eye. how unique. he's also very tall, much taller than you at least. he has long, slim fingers and your mind can't help but imagine what he can do with them.

"do you want a glass of wine?" you ask him

"i thought you were horny"

"i am, i'm just building up to it" you look up at him with those eyes. the ones that make any guy melt. you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room. we sit on the couch and you pour him a glass. even while he drinks, he doesn't take his eyes off of you. he looks hungry and you like it.

"this is a nice place you have" he says, setting down the glass.

"yeah, i'm the ceo of my dad's company" you’re not really one to brag so you don't know why you said that, internally face palming. he nods and continues to stare into your eyes. he then looks down to catch a glimpse at what you’re wearing. the hunger in his eyes grows even more. with the way he's looking at you, you don't think you can sit still any longer. you get closer to him. he watches you closely. you look at him and ask,

"what do you want?"

"you" is all he says before placing his lips on yours. he kisses you so slow and sensually, just how you like it. you wrap your arms around his neck and your hand moves to the back of his head. he deepens the kiss, if that was even possible. he adjusts himself on the couch, making you sit on his lap. you can't help but to slightly grind against him due to the lack of friction. he lets out a slight groan into the kiss. so he likes this... good to know.

"hyunjin, please" you breathe between kisses

he only lets out a low moan in response. his hands find your robe strap. he wastes no time unraveling it. you get goosebumps from the cold air. but the second his hands land on your bare chest, you feel hot. he plays with your breasts for a while before breaking the kiss. his lips move to your jaw, then neck, then collarbone. you start to breathe heavy as you wait for him to put his mouth where you want it the most.

he kisses the area right above your left nipple and takes it in his mouth soon after. you almost immediately moan at the sensation you haven't felt in forever. you run your fingers gently through his hair as his face is shoved in your chest.

"hyunjin, the bed" you whisper into his ear. he stops feasting on you and looks into your eyes with that same look from before, but this one more desperate. he hurriedly picks you up and places you on your king bed, white satin sheets. your lips connect again with the slow and sensual pace as hyunjin climbs on top of you. it feels like you’ve been doing this all night but its only been a few minutes. you pull his shirt over his head. he has a slim appearance, but also has visible abs. what a sight. he's so beautiful, you admire him before he starts to kiss down your stomach. he gets closer and closer to your pussy and you want to moan before he even does anything. you like that in this moment, no words are needed. you’re taking things slowly. you desperately want him to touch and feel every part of you. he looks up at you before eating you out like you’re his last meal. with every movement of his tongue, you feel like you’re in heaven knowing you’re far from it. you thrust your hips, shoving yourself further into his mouth. he pulls your legs further apart, trying to taste every inch of you. there's that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling building up in you.

a breathy "hyun m’gonna" is all that can come out of your mouth.

"not yet love" he moves away from your pulsing cunt. you’re about to whine before he shuts you up with another kiss. he sits up to unbutton his pants. he discards his boxers as well. he pumps himself a bit before leaning down to place more kisses onto your lips as if he'll never get to feel them again. he adjusts himself before thrusting into you slowly. gosh it's been so long since you’ve felt something this good. he leans forward onto his elbows, his cock buried deep in you. you feel his breath your my ear. you wrap your arms around him tightly. the way you are right now feels so comfortable. it's like you’ve known him your whole life even though you met 30 minutes ago. he ruts into you deeply and passionately.

"y/n you're doing so good" he breathes out. he holds you tighter, kissing the skin by your ear. his thrusts start to get faster as you both get closer to your orgasm, and your moans get louder. there's that feeling again, except it's much more intense this time. with one final thrust, you both release. it's interesting how you’re so in sync with everything. you don't want this to be your last night with him. you guys catch your breath for a second before he removes his head from your neck to look at you.

"you're amazing" he smiles at you, a sincere one.

"you too" you smile back.

for some reason, it feels like you don't need to say anything else. like you both know what the other is feeling and thinking through everything you just did. it's connections like this that you should cherish. you plan on sticking with him.

"lets stay like this for a while, then get cleaned up, yeah?" he says

you just nod, his hair tickles your chin.

you’ve finally found your match, your match made in heaven.

[leithillustration]

Snow On Ice

Rating: M

Wordcount: 3881

Chapter: 1 of 12ish?

Summary:

This is it, I think to myself. This is the fresh start I wanted. I’ve left all the stress of Agatha and the press and stupid Baz back in the UK. I can really build something here and enjoy the next few months without any drama.

Pairs ice skating champion Simon Snow is looking for a fresh start. After skating with (now ex) girlfriend Agatha for almost 10 years, Snow has no idea who he is alone or what he wants to do with his life. So he’s going to America to star in a tv show about ice skating, leaving all the drama behind.

The last thing he’s prepared for is to spend the next four months sharing a rink, a hotel and a tv studio with rival skating champion Baz Pitch.

Welcome to the second fic I’ve written for @carryon-reverse-bang this year. Snow On Ice is inspired by this enthralling artwork from @iamamythologicalcreature ♥️ I loved the dynamic captured in this image, of Baz being so confident and teasing while Simon tries to keep up with him. It has accidentally sparked a multi-chapter fic which keeps growing every time I work on the outline!!

Massive thanks to @iamamythologicalcreature for not only inspiring this, but being there for spitballing ideas, sending ice skating videos and offering some great editing notes. I can’t wait to see what other artwork she’s plotting for this! Also shout out to my beta @you-remind-me-of-the-babe thank you for all the encouragement and feedback ♥️

Apparently I am incapable of writing a short fic, so this one is multi chapter. The second chapter is already way longer than the first, and I’m only part way through my plan for it 😅 So far I’ve got the outline for the first 9 chapters and I’m going to do my best to get on a semi-regular posting schedule of at least a chapter a month.

Hope you all enjoy reading! If you have any fun ice skating facts you’d be cool with me using, please let me know!! I’m learning so much writing this and I can’t wait to share it all with you XD

[lunarflux]

x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

part 18: the comfort of silence

word count: 2,306

tag: @bruhidkjustwannaread | @rubyxx16 | @bellabarnes1378 | @johnmurphys-sass

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Tommy leaned against the edge of the table, cigarette smoldering in one hand, his sharp eyes narrowed as he stared at the map of Birmingham spread out in front of him. Arthur and John flanked him, their frustration boiling over into muttered curses, while Michael rested his shoulder against the wall, arms crossed and his expression unreadable. Polly sat at the head of the table, her gaze steady but troubled as she sipped from a glass of whiskey.

“This isn’t just about what happened today,” Tommy said, his voice cutting through the low murmurs like a blade. “Bingham didn’t pull this together in a week. He’s been planning it. Watching. Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” John snapped. “For us to let our guard down? We never let our bloody guard down, Tommy!”

Tommy shot him a look that silenced any further outbursts. “Not us,” he said quietly, his tone ominous. “Her.”

Arthur frowned, glancing between his brothers. “y/n?”

Tommy nodded slowly, his jaw tight as he stared at the map. “Bingham’s been tracking her since before she came to Birmingham. Since before she found us. Today wasn’t about striking at us—it was about sending a message to her.”

Polly set her glass down with a soft clink. “He means to tear away at whoever tries to conceal her.”

Michael spoke up for the first time, his voice measured but sharp. “Bingham’s trying to force her out. Make her think she’s better off running than staying. He knows if she stays, she’s under your protection—and that makes her untouchable. He's going after you, so she'll be vulnerable.”

Arthur let out a frustrated growl, pacing the length of the room. “We should’ve seen this coming. All that talk about her being a liability… He's been distracting us, Tom.”

“It’s not just about her being a liability,” Tommy said, his voice low and simmering. “It’s personal for him. Whatever happened between them, it’s not finished.”

Polly raised an eyebrow. “And have you asked her what that is?”

Tommy didn’t answer, his silence speaking volumes.

“You think she knows he’s been tracking her?” Michael asked.

Tommy exhaled a long plume of smoke, his frustration evident. “If she does, she hasn’t said a word.”

The heavy doors of the Garrison creaked open, and every head in the room snapped toward the sound. You stepped in, your posture stiff, expression guarded. You looked between the faces gathered around the table, your eyes lingering on Tommy’s for a beat longer than the others.

“Speaking of me, are you?” you asked, less of a question and more of a facetious observation.

Arthur crossed his arms, his jaw clenching. “You’ve got some bloody timing, y/n.”

You ignored him, walking just far enough into the room for them to hear you clearly. “I heard there was a meeting today,” you spoke over the worried utterances. “And it didn’t go well.”

“No thanks to your old friend Bingham,” Polly said dryly, standing and moving to pour herself another drink.

"He was never a friend." Your eyes darkened at the name. You turned your gaze to Tommy. “What happened?”

Tommy took a step toward you, his eyes searching yours for something—an answer, a confession, a crack in your carefully constructed armor. “Warehouse and the yard were attacked during the meeting. He left us messages, taunting us. His men were already in place before we even sat down with him.”

You stared him down as if silently urging him to continue. Wherever this conversation was going, you knew it would be directed towards you, and more of the ugly truth would come spilling out.

“You told us nothing about how far back this goes,” Tommy countered, his voice sharp but not raised. “Bingham’s been watching you for months. Maybe longer. You knew he’d find you here, didn’t you?”

You met his gaze without flinching, and the anger started to bubble through your speech. “How the fuck would I know that?”

John scoffed, shaking his head. “This is fuckin' mad.”

“John,” Polly snapped, silencing him with a glare.

“He called you his protégée,” Tommy said, his tone calmer but no less serious. “I think it's about time you tell us the whole truth.”

“And what would you do with the truth?” You challenged. “Looks to me like everyone's already settled on an opinion. At this point, I fucking doubt you'd believe any of it. You don’t trust me any more than I trust you.”

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the two of you stared each other down. Finally, Tommy broke the silence.

“If I didn’t trust you,” he said slowly, “you wouldn’t still be here.”

You looked away, your guard faltering for just a moment.

“We need to know everything,” Tommy said, his tone firm. “And you need to let us decide if we believe you.”

You shook your head. “Tommy fucking Shelby, even now.”

Tommy studied you for a long moment before nodding. “You can decide if you hate me after all this, and I will let you walk away.”

You met his gaze once more, voice quiet but resolute. “Did you honestly forget what I said to you before? I told you, didn't I? I'm never taking any of it back. And I meant it.”

You hoped he'd remember your words just before you gave into him. Your sincere declaration was also a promise to him that you would only go if he cast you out. And if he chose to do that, then he left you no choice. You would walk away and never look back.

You hung your back with a sigh as you massaged the back of your neck. You motioned to John for a cigarette and hid the mild surprise that he willingly gave you one despite the tension.

"My parents died when I was 16," you started as you lit the cigarette. You slowly exhaled the smoke towards the ceiling before continuing. "I heard it was a car crash, but that part never mattered to me. Alfred found me in a bookshop. Caught me listening in on a meeting between a man and his mistress and said that I was asking for trouble."

Their eyes followed you as you paced back and forth while you told your story.

"I thought he was going to throw me out," you chuckled. "But then he said it was his shop, his little kingdom of truths and lies. Only he could decide who stays and who goes. Said that deciding who gets to play is power, but designing the board was absolute omnipotence."

Tommy's eyes would narrow with each detail. Polly watched the stiffness in your expression gradually harden.

"If he told you that he taught me everything I know, then he was telling the truth. Before him, I was just running around, gathering secrets. He showed me how to weaponize what I knew, how to recognize what it was worth. But I never knew if he saw me as a... As a daughter, a student, or something else."

John's face twitched upward into a scowl at your subtle implication. You pulled Ezra's photo from your jacket pocket and set it down on the table, placing your finger at its center with a gentle tap.

"I met Ezra when I was already well under Bingham's influence, but he pulled me out of it in the only way he knew how. He saw me. Saw what I could do, but never held it against me. And, in time, he convinced me that I deserved better. I could have kept playing if I wanted to, but eventually, I needed to sever my ties or else I'd be indebted to Bingham until one of us was dead."

You took a long draw of the cigarette before snuffing it out. Tommy's eyes hadn't left you since you started speaking, though his face gave no indication of whether he believed you or not.

You shrugged with a soft scoff. "That's all you need to know. If you thought I knew how to twist things in the direction of my choice, he's worse. He does everything without emotion or acknowledgement of the consequences. While I can find sympathy, he doesn't. Perhaps, he chooses not to."

"Fuck," Arthur murmured under his breath.

"Chaos for the sake of chaos." You gave a humorless, weak grin. "That was the only way to play the game, and play it well."

Arthur let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “This is going to get worse before it gets better.”

Tommy didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on you.

"We might be out of our depth here," Polly sighed.

Michael stepped forward. "He's gotta have something he cares about. A weak spot or something?"

You softly shook your head. "As far as I know, he's the kind of person who would choose death if it was the only way to win."

Tommy abruptly stood, his jaw clenched tight as he ran a hand through his hair. Bingham’s manipulations, the constant attacks, the endless calculations at everyone's expense—the walls were closing in. There were many in his life who had less-than-savory motives, but Bingham was different. He didn't even know if Bingham really wanted you or just to break you instead.

Arthur's eyes flickered nervously between Tommy and the group. Polly, ever watchful, stared down at the table, while Michael stayed unnervingly quiet. The room seemed to shrink as Tommy’s frustration spilled over, his movements erratic.

“Fuck,” Tommy hissed, slamming a fist against the wall. The crack of it was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Arthur spoke, voice rough with concern. “Tommy, take a breath. We can bring in the Lee boys, or—”

But Tommy wasn’t listening. He was too far gone, caught in the whirlwind of his own mind. “It doesn't fucking matter.” His eyes were wild, frantic. “Bingham’s playing us all for fools. Picking us off like this is a fucking chessboard—he so much said that himself.”

The others shifted uneasily, exchanging glances, but no one stepped forward. They didn’t know how to get through to him—not this time. Not when he was like this.

You stayed silent, standing at the edge of the room, watching. You knew this side of Tommy would come out eventually—the side that wore its cracks in silence, where the rage was so tightly coiled it could snap at any moment. You’d been waiting, knowing it would come. But you wouldn’t intervene. Not yet.

You crossed the room with a calm that forced the others to watch you, your presence quiet but sure. Tommy didn’t notice you approach at first—too lost in his thoughts, too consumed by the fire inside him. When you stood in front of him, just within his reach, the air shifted.

He paused, a beat of hesitation in his movements, as if your quietness was a tether he didn’t know he needed. His eyes flickered over you, then away, but you stayed still. You didn’t speak, didn’t offer empty reassurances. You simply waited.

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, frustration bleeding through the cracks of his control. “You brought this fucking viper to our doorstep, and I let you.” His voice was tight, raw with the pressure of it all. “We're dealing with a bloody sociopath, all because I—”

You didn’t say a word even though he tried to direct his anger at you. You simply reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm—a small, quiet contact, grounding and steady. It wasn’t a promise. It wasn’t a solution. It was just… there.

Tommy’s breath hitched at your touch, his muscles tensing under your hand. For a moment, he stood completely still, like a man caught in the middle of a storm, unsure whether to hold onto the calm or let it tear him apart. But you didn’t pull away. You didn’t rush him to acknowledge you or fight back. You didn’t ask him to speak. You just remained there, close enough for him to feel your presence, steady, unshaken.

His chest rose and fell with the tension unwinding in his chest, and the longer he stood there, the more he seemed to soften, the heat of his anger starting to fade into something else—something quieter, deeper. A heaviness that was all too familiar.

Tommy finally exhaled, the sound rough and low. “I chose you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. "I started this."

You hand didn’t move, but your thumb brushed once, just enough to show that you were still there. He didn’t need any response, and you weren't offering one. You both knew.

Tommy’s gaze lingered on you, searching, before his shoulders sagged slightly. Just enough for the edge of his tension to begin to ebb. He looked away, the weight of the moment settling over him.

When he finally spoke again, it was quieter, less sharp. “All of this because he knows I chose you.”

You waited for a beat, then—just before he could turn away, just before he could build the walls back up—you said nothing. You only moved, slowly, deliberately. Your other hand reached up to hold the back of his neck, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin. You were close enough for him to feel your breath trickling over his cheeks, and you waited.

Tommy didn’t pull away. He didn’t flinch. He just stood there, your touch steadying him in the silence. The room felt impossibly still, the tension only a shadow of what it had been moments before. Tommy didn’t speak again, and your presence was enough.

When he finally lifted his head, the madness in his eyes had dulled. Not gone. But dulled. He looked at you, really looked at you��his usual walls not quite as high. A quiet understanding passed between you—a firm understanding that you had no intention of leaving.

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I dont know why i cant get this idea out of my head

But i’d love to just read fluffy soft wholesome fic

Of Artist yelena and her girlfriend decorating For Christmas in their house

Because of yelena being an artist she comes up with this crazy fun cute idea on how to decorate the house for Christmas for her and her girlfriend to do together

It wont be like your typical Christmas colours it be super colourfull like different coloured lights to go on the tree or round the house and stuff

(Please let me know if this request makes sense and if you do it please just like dm me)

~👀

A Merry Kaleidoscope Christmas

Pairing: Artist! Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: You and Yelena decorate the house for Christmas without the traditional Christmas vibes. 

Fluff

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss Painter! Yelena hehe, I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

Dating an artist always came with the holidays being bigger and full of so much creativity and that’s exactly how you found your girlfriend, staring blankly at the white wall of the living room, her mind racing with multiple ideas for decorations and layouts to turn the home into a Christmas wonderland. 

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly, knowing she was deep in thought with the way her eyes squinted ever so slightly with a tilt of her head, her ideas were flowing. 

“This year, we’re not going to do that traditional red and green colours. This year, I’m thinking big, bright and colourful!” She replied, nodding to herself as the images in her mind started to come together. “Have you ever looked through a kaleidoscope before?” She asked. 

“I have” you said, slightly unsure of what ideas your girlfriend had. 

“When you walk into our home, I want it to feel like you’re looking through a kaleidoscope! We’ll make homemade decorations and use every colour we can think of, every room is going to be so festive!” She beamed with excitement, her eyes brightened at the thought which brought a smile to your face. 

“Sounds interesting! I’m in!”

“We should probably head to the crafts store then” Yelena turned to you, smiling softly. 

The craft store was nothing more than a toy store to your girlfriend who filled the cart with bright colored paints, sequins, paper, glitter, some DIY ornaments to make the job a little easier and plenty of other craft items you were sure she would find a use for. Her enthusiasm only grew with every item she placed in the cart, leaving you to be swept up in her infectious energy. 

Once home, the first thing you guys did was start to decorate the Christmas tree. Yelena wrapping an array of neon lights around the green branches before you would wrap a different range of neon colored tinsel around the tree. Then it was on to the ornaments. Together, you painted and glittered the rounds of clear glass, creating a breathtaking range of different bursts of color. You watched as Yelena would pour so much creativity in her craft, perfecting everything to a tee! You helped cut out different shapes from the range of colored paper, gluing them together over shared laughs and a paper ball fight. “I think this is the best Christmas tree we’ve had!” You complimented as you took a step back to admire the Christmas tree in all its bright and colorful beauty. 

“We need one last touch” Yelena said as she pulled out a tiny, handcrafted paper banner that read ‘Merry Christmas’, she looked at you with her soft loving eyes, “would you help me jazz this up a little?”

“What do you think? An overload of glitter to make it pop?” You asked making Yelena chuckle lightly, “okay my little mind reader, how did you know?”

You playfully shrugged, “I might have seen you eyeing up the rest of the glitter” 

Yelena shook her head as she placed the banner on the dining table while you grabbed the bottle of glue. “Thank you for trusting my crazy vision, I like to change it up sometimes” Yelena said in an almost whisper. 

“Darling, I think all your crazy visions are perfect” you smiled, reaching for the purple glitter to sprinkle over the letter M, “I always look forward to what ideas you will come up on holidays like these and besides, I like not following the traditional theme sometimes… they can be tacky” you added. Yelena’s heart glowing with love at your words, “let’s make this a tradition then! No more boring and tacky Christmas themes! We’ll do it even bigger and better each year” she replied with a growing smile and her artistic mind racing with even more ideas for next year’s Christmas. 

“I love that! But let’s just focus on this year first” you said, bringing her back to the now, “now let’s finish making this glitter mess” you added with a playful chuckle. 

As the day turned to night and snow began to fall, you and Yelena found yourselves snuggled up in the warmth of the firepit, wrapped in the most colorful Christmas throw blanket that Yelena could find. Her arms wrapped lovingly around you, your head resting comfortably on her chest while she ran her fingers through your short hair. “Merry kaleidoscope Christmas love” you whispered softly, sinking into the love that filled the room. 

Yelena, smiling softly, “Merry kaleidoscope Christmas indeed, I think we definitely accomplished that goal” she chuckled as she looked around the room. The soft glow from the neon fairy lights mixed with the shine of the fire’s flame lit the room perfectly, all the bright colors coming to life like the two of you were living inside of an actual kaleidoscope. Yelena, being the artist she was, couldn’t wait to show off all the wonderful arts and crafts you both had done. 

Yelena knew that this was only the beginning of their artistic adventures with you, and she couldn’t wait to make more memories with you. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “I couldn’t have done of this if it weren’t for you, my muse” 

You looked up at her, already getting lost in her eyes, “I love being a part of your big, colour and crafty world, if anything you’re my muse” You smiled softly before she pressed her lips against yours, kissing you deeply like she always did. “I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases with you” she whispered, admiring the way your cheeks filled with love, “and to spend every other holiday with you, doing it our way” she added. 

“I can’t wait either, the neighbourhood kids are going to love easter and Halloween!” You beamed. 

“I love this…everything, I mean that” Yelena replied. 

You couldn’t help but admire how the twinkling fairy lights sparkled in her eyes, “I love you so much” she added softly, feeling just how much love she truly had for you. Waking up by your side each morning, coming home to you, sharing her creative mind with you whenever she had a burst of creativity, and you loved her for all of it. 

“You make every moment magical, my love, I love too” you smiled once more before diving in to kiss her again. Her arms tightened around you, not wanting to let any part of this moment slip away. With one moment at a time, the two of you would create a lifetime of love and creative magic.

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

Writer's Note: More Geta coming tomorrow, only this time he's featuring someone new in the mix!! For now, here's some Eddie Munson to fill the void! Apologies for those following who aren't here for the Joe Quinn / Eddie Munson ride, there will be more differentiated writing coming soon! Thank you all so much for the support and kind messages - you're all stars. Sending all the love X

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentions of death / Mentions of injury/violence / Sadness / Mild mention of fear

Readers should be over 18 years of age. Anyone under this age, please do not engage nor read this account's work.

Cold. That’s all you felt. The sun was beating down, yet all you felt was numb. It was 13 days, 2 hours, and 33 minutes since you escaped the upside down. The love of your life was still there. Cold. On the hard ground. Next to him, a large chunk of your metaphorical heart. Eddie was the love of your life, there was zero denying that. From squaring up to Jason Carver and his cronies, to keeping tick at the woods entrance outside school while his ‘deals’ were happening, Eddie watched over you with heart-shaped vision. You could do no wrong, nor could he to you.

So, when you got so far to finishing the job once and for all with Vecna, your boy decided to be the hero. To save you and Dustin. Never one to stray away from a fight, he fought with those bats. You can still hear the crunching and swatting. By the time you reached him, he lay there gashes everywhere.

“Eddie!!!” you cried at his side.

He shushed you, “Baby, it’s okay – I won, I think I’m the hero.” You shook your head in sheer disbelief, “I told you this was going to be my year.” You tried to cover as many of the gashes with your coat, but he brushed you away. “I think we know my fate, peach. Just stay with me. If this world was ending, which I think it is, I’d want to be next to you” You sobbed into his shoulder, “Eddie, you can’t die on me – what about our plans? You’ve this big gig next month, you can’t go anywhere. I need you.” He just smirked to the best of his ability, with his last words being, “I love you baby, tell Wayne I love him too, and keep an eye on the kids.” The next thing you remember is being dragged off him by Steve – you must have blacked out from sheer grief.

Which takes us to now. Back to the cold. Back to the numb. Back to black. You sat in the school hall hearing the flurry of people, it was all too much. You rose and exited swiftly without causing a stir.

Little happened in the months that followed, you barely left the house. You didn’t want to see anyone. Not Steve. Not Robin. Not Dustin, not Nance. No one. The odd time you left to visit Wayne in the trailer, but even that still felt too painful to commit to any lengthy time period spent.

You kept looking for signs, anything, some sign your Eddie was still here, with you. The odd light flickered here and there but you passed it off as dodgy wiring.

It wasn’t until one evening your phone rang again, you managed to lift yourself off the sofa to take the phone off the wall, “Hello?” A panicked Steve rushes, “Y/N, it’s happening. It’s happening again.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re all at mine, want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’ll be over in 10.” You abruptly hung up the phone. Here we go again, this time you could feel it in your bones – this time it was to be over for good.

You sped over to Steve’s, breaking every kind of limit and driving rule known to mankind. Swinging into the drive, you bailed out of your car and straight into the house. You were met with an upset gang, with El blindfolded, sitting in front of a static television. You perched yourself on the edge of Steve’s sofa, and he took your hands in his, looking anxious.

“I see lights. Hawkins. Trailer Park. Energy – that’s where he gets it. From the supply there. Like home for him”

You gasp, all you could think of was poor Wayne, you had to warn him to get out of there in case things went pear shaped. Then El speaks again,

“I hear music. Sounds loud. From a movie. He’s coming. I have to go.” El comes out of her trance with a deep gasp for air, tears running down her face and blood peeping from her nose.

Steve asks, “El, what was the music, or where was it coming from?”

“I don’t know where it was coming from, but it was from the movie Mike and I watched last week.”

“The Breakfast Club?” Mike asked, with El nodding her head.

Your head shot up. “The ending song?” you asked inquisitively.

“Yeah, you know the one where the guy is walking out and goes,” she punches her arm up into the air. You walked out of the room. It couldn’t be him. You saw him die, he died in your arms, didn’t he? Robin gets up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Robin, you’re going to think I’m insane, but I think that was Eddie playing that song.” Robin sighs, “Y/NN, babe, he’s gone. I’m sorry, but we are going to have to accept this now.”

A slight anger rose within you, “No, we can’t just accept this. That was Eddie and I’s song. We watched that together at the movies, and we had this running joke that we were like Claire and Bender.”

“Sweet, it’s a popular song, it could have been anyone.” She tried to sugar coat the idea it wasn’t possibly him.

“Oh, so Vecna has decided to branch into 80s pop now has he? Very cultured of him.” You spat with a degree of venom. Steve walked into the kitchen, “What’s going on?”

Robin interjected harshly, “Y/N hasn’t accepted Eddie’s death and is now fantasising that he is trying to communicate with her from the upside down.” You looked tore down once again, Robin tried to apologise, “Y/N, I’m sor-” “Forget it Robin, I’ll take my delusional ass elsewhere!”

You walked back into the living room, and asked “Okay, where do we go from here. What’s the plan?”

Dustin rolls out what looks like blueprints, with tiny figurines (which you recognised from watching Ed’s DnD campaigns) outlining who’s going where. He put you to the safe house, probably too afraid to lose you as well. You interjected. “I’m going to the Trailer Park.”

A chorus of ‘No’s’, ‘Absolutely Not’s’, echoed around Steve’s living room. “LISTEN! That thing and his minion bats stole the love of my life from me. I want to be there to finish what I can. I will destroy the power source if it’s the last thing I do.”

The room fell silent, and Dustin moved your DnD character – the Rogue – to the trailer park. It was finalised, you would be seeing to destroying the power source and tackling whatever came your way at the trailer park.

The supplies were gathered, and here you all were rallying together one final time, to gear up like some sort of army regiment. You were putting on the vest over Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt, that he just ‘happened’ to leave at your house, when Steve stood beside you, looking down on your sad frame.

“Hey. It’ll be okay. We’ll win this time.”

You looked up at him through sorrowed eyes, “What if we don’t? What if this is the last time we see each other?” Steve pulled you in close, hugging you tightly. He said nothing in response because the reality was, what if you were right?

Steve started up the engine to the motorhome through hot wiring, and Robin trying to make light of his new ‘bad-boy’ ways, after knowing the events that had went down with Eddie stealing it in the first place. “Steve, that was kinda hot. Who taught you how to do such a thing?”, she leant over him, fake-fawning like so many girls do. Nancy sitting as co-pilot giggled at her actions with you following suit. He scoffed, and brushed her off, “Go sit somewhere Buckley, I don’t need you through the windscreen.”

The drive wasn’t long, but it seemed to drone on forever. Steve pulled up to the trailer park. Eyes shot round to you. Tearily, you said, “Ok, here I go. Before I do, please be safe out there. I love you all.”

When Steve, Robin, Dustin and Nancy looked on to you, they did so with distress strewn across their faces. You blew a kiss and winked at them all, smirking, before jumping off the RV.

Entering the gates of the trailer park felt different, there was an eerie presence, and it wasn’t just because Ed wasn’t there anymore. You walked quickly trying to get to Wayne’s trailer to warn him to leave as soon as he could, but on your way there you heard something – almost like the trill of the wide fanged monster. Ignoring the warning, you kept going when all of a sudden you seemed to be pulled feet first into the ground – it swallowed you. Screaming, you fell with a serious crash and staring up, you could see the sky wasn’t as gloomy grey as it once was but illuminated with an undeniable red hue – a hue you had seen once too many times in your life.

“HELP! HEEELLLLPPP!”, you screamed hoping someone, somewhere would hear you. You ran to where you knew, Eddie’s trailer. Maybe you would be able to warn Wayne from there, use lights or some such. Sprinting, you approached the door, which still partially had the barricade you helped build with your beloved and Dustin and reached for the handle. Prying it open with force, you entered. It looked just like you remembered – dishes strewn across the kitchen; the ashtray, sitting on a tiny table next to the front door, almost like decoration; and a curly head lying on the sofa in front of the live TV.

You start to walk up the hallway, trying to find something to signal to Wayne when you stop abruptly in your tracks.

Reality hit you like a slap across the face.

Why was there a curly head lying on the sofa?

Turning on your heels, you slowly approached the sofa once more, petrified of what you might encounter when you move round toward the front. Tiptoeing, you walk round to the front of the sofa and stand firm. Opening your eyes bravely, you see an extremely hurt Eddie lying on the sofa. Eyes closed. You stared intently at him. This was so surreal. You hadn’t seen the love of your life since you had to leave him on the cold, hard concrete. Was he breathing? Was he alive? Was this some sick trick Vecna and his cronies were playing on you?

“Baby?” you bravely questioned.

Eyes began to open, and the curly haired boy looked directly into your soul.

Shock took over his face. He sat up bullet straight, as quickly as he could considering his condition.

“Y/N? Are you real, or is this one of those visions again?”

“I’m thinking the same thing about you.”

“What’s our safe word? We’ll say it together. One, two, three.”

Both in unison stated, “Teddy.”.

You loudly gasped and began to cry, and Eddie the same. You couldn’t believe your luck. How was he alive? He died. You saw him die, he was in your arms. You rushed over to him, taking his face in your hands. Observing all his light freckles, dirt specs, and chocolate brown irises. It was him. Your Eddie. He took your chin and pulled you in closer to kiss your pouted lips.

“Baby, I can’t believe you’re real. I thought I was going to live a long, lonely life down here and die by myself.”

“Eddie, what happened? I thought you died.”

“Sweetheart, so did I – but I came around. I’m cut up pretty bad, but I found Wayne’s trusty stash he hid from us, and it’s come in useful for disinfectant.”

You giggled at the thoughts of poor Wayne having to hide his own treats in his own home because of you two.

“Let me help you clean up. It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie lifted his shirt up and you saw just the damage those vile bats done to your boy. He was gauged at the side, large lacerations across his torso and back, but all in all – it looked to be healing quite well. You stared at him carefully thinking what was the best way to approach before his voice broke your thoughts,

“Ahhh okay, okay, I see how it is. You only offered to do this so you could ogle at me, you minx!” laughing at his own teasing.

You laughed in return, “Yeah, yeah, you wish. Now where’s this alcohol?”

You started to clean his wounds, and he winced the entire time. You couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. Scouring the house, you found a large first aid kit – not surprised Eddie reached for the alcohol first before looking for such a thing. Taking out large bandages, gauzes and padding, you bring them over to him to pad him out.

“See, this is why I need you in my life. You’re the brains and the beauty, I’m just the brawn” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, kneeling in front of him again, taking in his beauty.

“Eddie, I’m still in shock. I’m so happy you’re alive, my heart was truly obliterated when I thought you were gone. Ask Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Did Steve look after you?”

“Yeah, as did Robin and Nance. Dustin was a mess as well, but he’s on the mend. They will be delighted you’re safe. But Eds, this is it again. We’re going one more try. I don’t know how I even ended up in here, I was in the trailer park and then felt myself being dragged. Next thing I know, I’m in the upside down. I’m here to fight this son of a bitch once and for all. The power source is here at the trailer park, and I will destroy it, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Eddie looks at you with admiration and fear. Admiration for the fact you were determined to fight this and finish the fight, but fear as he wasn’t for losing you again.

“I need to find a way to communicate to the guys, my walkie has no chance. I need to let them know that I’m down here and need to find a gate. We need to fight this on our side. Not here.”

Nodding, Eddie takes your hand, “Well baby, I have a lot of lights…” Smirking, you run to the cupboard and take them out.

“Speaking of communicating, I did try to communicate with you, well not maybe directly but I was hoping in some strange way you’d maybe hear me or maybe so you wouldn’t forget about me. But I’m not very well versed in communicating from down here, the signal isn’t the best.” He teased.

You were confused, “How?”

“Well, I used to play a lot of music, it was how I got my day in. There must have been some sort of weird mind manipulation I was hoping to achieve, and I suppose it sort of worked? Just really played our song on repeat. Don’t-”

“You – Simple Minds. It was you. They all said I was crazy.”

He smirked in response, “No, but how did you hear?”

“El. She was trying to home in on any ideas of where to find Vecna, and any clues as to what his next move was.”

“Well, that makes me feel a bit better, there was some use in what I was doing.”

You giggled, sighing. Taking in the silence.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“I could never forget you.”

He took your face in his large hands and planted a firm kiss on your lips. How you missed them, and him in general. He was your life, no doubts. After absorbing in the pleasant aftermath of your kiss, you jump back into business.

“Okay, I know they were headed for the Creel House. We need to get there or find a portal at the very least - something. Where’s your bike?”

“Out in the yard. There’s a basket in the front, you could perch there while I pedal?”

You laugh in his face, “Oh no sunshine, you’re cycling nowhere. You’re getting wrapped up warm, and I will cycle – I can’t risk anything else happening to you here.” Eddie sighed but knew there was no point arguing with you.

Going outside, you kept check for bats or anything else that shouldn’t have been near, but it was all clear. Mounting the bike, you rang the bell on the front, summoning Eddie to the front door. He came out in a hoodie, and a red blanket wrapped right round him and his head. Jumping up, he sat in the basket while you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, E.T., let’s get you home.”

Eddie squawked out laughter, but cried, “Sweetheart, please don’t make me laugh, it hurts!”

Taking off cycling, you cycled up toward the trailer park gates when something dragged you again. Crashing onto seriously hard ground, you open your eyes and find yourself back in the real world again. Looking round you couldn’t see Eddie and broke down crying realising it was all in your imagination.

“Sweetheart?” turning round, you saw him standing behind you, still looking like E.T. You bounced up and hugged him tightly, “Tssss, watch Sweets, still sore up here.”

“Sorry, I am so sorry.” You sobbed into his blanket and neck. Bouncing up remembering your objective for coming here. Get Wayne out. Get the power off, draining the place of any energy, or as much as you could. Then? Get the hell out of there.

“Eds, I need to get Wayne. Do you want to wait here? It might be too big of a shock for him so soon.”

“No, I don’t want to be left alone.” And that statement broke your heart. You took his hand in yours, avoiding the spot which looked like a pothole, but was much more ominous in outcome, rushing down toward the trailer. You burst open the door, not even knocking.

“Wayne?! Wayyyne!!?!”

“Girl, girl, what’s the matter?”

“Wayne, thank God – we need to get you out of here, but first. I need you to sit.”

“Y/N-”

“Please Wayne, it’s important.”

You began to explain the events of today to Wayne. He just stared at you like you had lost all marbles. “Sweet girl,-”

“No Wayne, listen I know it sounds crazy, but – Eds, come in.”

Eddie sheepishly walked in, “Hi Unc…”

Wayne looked like he saw a ghost, for his mind he was witnessing just that.

“Wayne, it’s a long story and we will tell you, but for now? We really have no time. We need to get out of here.”

He just stared at Eddie, wordlessly. You helped him up out of the chair, and in doing so, he ran over to Eddie and hugged him with all his might. Eddie cried into his shoulder. The scene was so heart warming in itself, but you were on a mission. You lifted the keys to Wayne’s truck,

“Boys, I love you both, but right now – we need to get out of here.”

You took Wayne to the local shelter to reside, meanwhile you tried to hook your walkie back in again and change to the frequency the guys were on.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static sounded the air. Eddie broke the silence, “Shredder?”, you waved him off for now.

“Crew Crew, this is Shredder, over.”

Static once more. You were about to call again, when a voice broke,

“Shredder Shredder, this is Sitter, over.” You giggled at Steve’s codename. You saw Eddie’s smirk grow hearing his friend’s voice once more.

“Sitter, this is Shredder, where are you all? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, we are all at the Byers’. Where are you? Over.”

“Sitter, this is Shredder, I am back at the trailer park. Will I pull the stop? Over.”

“Shredder, this is Sitter, confirmed. Pull the plug. Meet us at Byers’ after. Over.”

“This is Shredder, copy that. Pulling now. Over.”

You start making your way to the power banks, just outside the park. Eddie closely follows, “What do you need me to do Sweetheart?”

“Pull this plug, and I’ll do the other. The wires need cut too – I buried these earlier.”

Pushing away soil from the area, you draw out a set of wire cutters. Eddie smirks, “My, my, what a bad little bird I have turned you into.” You smirk in return, “Shut up, and get cutting Bat Boy.”

“Oh, you hurt my feelings darlin’… I might just die of a broken heart!”

“Eddie, don’t even joke about dying again!”

“What are you going to do about it sweetheart?” he says smirking

Both of you turned the power off and cut all wires connecting to the power bank. It was all you could do – it was a little job, but according to El, it was vital in the success of the group. You both made your way back to the truck.

Eddie stops, “So, erm, Shredder? What’s that all about?”

You start blushing, “Well, erm, okay – you can’t laugh!” Eddie laughs and holds his hands up in defence.

“Okay, well, Dustin obviously was there for your ‘concert’.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I was so proud of you, and just watched you with sheer amazement at a, your talent, and b, your bravery. So, Dustin saw how I was looking at you, and told everyone else, so now I get the codename ‘shredder’ because of how I reacted when you, quote on quote, ‘shredded’ that song on guitar.”

Eddie stares at you and bursts out laughing. “Eddie! I told you, you couldn’t laugh!!” You responded laughing yourself.

“Sorry Sweetheart, sorry. I’m flattered, honestly, that little old me could have such an effect on a diamond like you.”

You lightly push his shoulder, “C’mon – let’s get to the Byers’”

Driving to the Byers’ was so pleasant, any time you had with your boy was a great win. Stopping outside the home, you both got out and approached the front door. You were greeted by Dustin, who let out “Hi Y/N-” before swiftly hitting the deck. You rushed over to him, attempting to wake him. You shouted for Steve to come and help, which he did, but he also hit the deck as soon as he saw who was standing behind you.

“For Christ’s sake!” you shouted as you entered the house, stepping over the two fainters.

“Right, before we go any further, this is as huge a shock to you all, as it was to me. Eddie, come in.” Robin half-laughs, “Y/N, please we have to get over this, Eddie is-”

Jonathan cuts her off, “Right here.”

Eddie walks in and waves to everyone. He’s bombarded with everyone rushing to hug him, ask him how he is, what happened, anything. You meanwhile were trying to bring Dustin and Steve round. Luckily Joyce had some smelling salts which you brought to the two boys and revived them.

Everyone was catching up, but you were back with all of your favourite people, planning to prepare the take downs of all take downs. This time you would all win. This time no one was getting hurt. This time it was done. For good.

[dsireland86]

It's Folio Friday and My Birthday!

If you're the one who left the request/message in my inbox earlier in the week, I had a plan that day to work up something sweet and fluffy for you for your special day! Happy Birthday, friend! You share it with our favorite bassist as well 😊And, my favorite day of the week... Folio Friday! It's a 3 for 1 special today; A brand new Folio Fic, A Happy Birthday Message, And Folio Friday Honor.

Hope your day is wonderful! Happy Birthday!!!

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

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He's never done this before. He's never had a need to. Past relationships have just been flings that never amounted to anything. But this, what Folio has with you, it's different. Completely different. The last few months with you have changed him, making him want to strive to be a better version of himself. You bring out the softer side of him and give him a reason to want to show it. Folio is head over heels in love with you, and today on your birthday, the very first birthday you're celebrating together, he's going to prove it.

"No, not that one. She hates pink and absolutely anything princess!" "Whoa, okay dude, chill," Nicholas mutters. "What kind of girl hates pink and princess stuff, anyway?"

Nicholas looks at Folio like he has two heads.

"The kind that isn't girly." "What's wrong with being a girly girl?"

Folio shrugs.

"I didn't say anything was wrong with it. I just said Y/N isn't one of them."

"Well," Ruffilo says, tossing the pink princess crown cake topper back on the shelf. "What does she like?"

He looks at Folio who stops to think for a moment, thinking of what it is that would make his girl really happy on her birthday. Then it hits him.

"Dude!" his eyes grow wide. "I know exactly what she'd like Come on." Folio rushes past Nicholas, betting feet out of the party store. "Finally," Nick groans, following his friend out the door.

Y/N gets out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her. Wiping the mirror to rid it of the moisture, she stares at herself. Another year older and she doesn't look any different, but man does she feel different. So much in her life has changed. New friends, new job, new house, and a new relationship. She smiles just thinking about him.

Folio fell into her lap months ago, by mere coincidence. They hit it off instantly, the connection between them being a first for both. Folio was the best thing to ever happen to her, and she never waisted a moment to make sure he knew it.

A subtle knock on the door and it opens, revealing the man who has stolen her heart. He looks delicious in his Harley hat, black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. His smile is infectious, bringing one to your lips.

"Happy birthday," Folio says, a small smirk lucking in the corner of his lips.

"Thank you," you bashfully reply, looking away from his intoxicating stare.

"You don't have any clothes under that towel," he observes, eyes etched on your body. "Yeah, no duh, Sherlock," you sarcastically reply, raising an eyebrow.

He moves in closer to you, pressing his body against yours, wrapping his arms around you. His soft kiss to your lips is enough to send your head spinning out of control, forcing you to suppress the impulses running through you.

"I have a surprise for you. But I need you to put some clothes on first." You chuckle, closing your eyes briefly. "I think that might be possible." "Good." He kisses you quickly again, patting your bottom before leaving the bathroom, leaving you to giggle and squeal to yourself like a teenager in love.

Folio helps you out of the car, a blindfold covering your eyes tightly. The smile that's been stuck to your lips since leaving the house has made his heart race, the anxiousness swelling up inside him making him shake a little.

"Nick, I'm scared," you giggle, gripping his hand tightly. "Why are you scared? Do you think I'm leading you out to the middle of nowhere to torture you and bury you alive?" You stop suddenly. "Sweetheart, I'm kidding."

Smacking his chest and hearing him laugh, you let him lead you to wherever it is he's planning, trusting him completely. "Alright, stop." "Nick, can I please take this stupid thing off now," you beg. "Yeah, yeah, okay," he mumbles, carefully removing the blindfold.

The light is bright, almost blinding. You squint trying to focus your yes and allow them to adjust. A national park sign stands before you, along with a visitors center building. You have no idea what is going on.

"Okay, I'm confused." Folio chuckles. "I figured. Come on," he says, kissing your forehead, and leading you up the hill.

You enter the building and you look around, trying to find any clue to lead you to an idea of where you are. The images you see are slowly registering with your brain the more you walk around. As the realization of where you are hits you, your eyes swell up with tears, forcing your hands to your face to hide your emotions.

"I'm really hoping those are happy tears, because if they're not, I'm going to feel like the worst boyfriend ever.” You silence Folio by pressing your lips to his and throwing your arms around his neck. He responds by wrapping his around your waist, hugging you tightly.

The Sequoia National Park visitors center is mostly empty, giving the two of you a little private time.

"I know it's not a lot, but I know how much you've been wanting to come here. You've talked about it a lot since we've been together, and I figured now would be a good time to bring you.

You stare at your boyfriend, absolutely starstruck at his thoughtfulness and kindness. It is one of the reasons you fell for him so easily.

"Nick, this is the best birthday gift ever!" "Really?" Folio gushes, a small smile breaking out over his face. "Really. I love it. And I love you," you reply, laying your hand on his cheek. "Thank you." Closing yours around his sweet face, you smother his smile with more of your kisses, which he gratefully accepts. Your words to him, the I love you, pierce his heart deeply, making his stomach flutter.

"You love me?" he replies, stunned. At first you think you've said the wrong thing to him. It's only been a few months. How could you possibly be in love with him enough to tell him that you love him. But looking at him right, so happy, you realize that it's not too soon. You are in love with him.

"Yeah, I do. I'm in love with you, Nick."

Slipping his hand behind your neck, he pulls you in and kisses you passionately, gently slipping his tongue in your mouth and tasting you. It makes you whimper as you cling to him, gripping the sides of his shirt in your hands.

When you part, Folio stares at you, but differently than a minute ago. His gaze is confident, strong, and on fire for you.It makes you weak, makes your heart race and the butterflies in your belly come alive. You're his now. And he's yours.

"I love you, too, Sweetheart. Happy birthday!"

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

I think it’s been established that William is always touching her ass cause that’s his favorite part to touch. How did he approach the topic of anal with reader? Better yet who would he ask? 😗 Bro talk

last one for the night guys!! and y’know, you guys really send the most fun smutty asks 😘

anywayyyy yeah, william’s an ass man. loves your ass, we’ve established this. i also kind of love the idea of him being an anal virgin? idk idk maybe he’s never thought about it before you but he gets curious

bc your pussy is so tight and wet and feels so good around his dick. so wouldn’t your ass be even tighter?

and he’s not gonna bring it up to you right away, not without getting advice on how to bring it up so off to the safe space of chatting with his brother

alex prob isn’t living with you at this point and he thanks god because the conversation is enough without having to possibly be in the other room when it actually happens

idk idk they have a conversation, maybe alex has done it before and he’s like yeah her ass is gonna feel even tighter than her pussy so lube up, stretch her out, insert bro back slapping and general brother chatter

(yeah alex is always a little bit hot for you so yes he also thinks about fucking your ass after he has the conversation with william, can’t blame a man for fantasizing)

william sort of brings it up to you, sort of just does it? like he’s fingering you, getting you nice and wet and then lets his fingers slide back a little further, between your ass cheeks and you jump

giggling, “wrong hole, babe”

a shrug, “what if we tried it? you know i love that gorgeous ass of yours”

and you brush him off this time but you keep thinking about it and finally you give him the green light knowing he’ll stop if you tell him to

and william is methodical, he has the lube which he pours all over your ass and gets you nice and slicked up before he’s pressing the tip of his finger against you, massaging your ass cheek with the other hand and praising you in a warm, soft voice

and it feels good, so he goes a little deeper and then he’s working you up to the second knuckle, adding another finger in your next session, scissoring you open so you can take his cock

and it takes a few times before you feel comfortable enough letting him try putting his cock in your ass but when he does, when he pops the head of his cock into your hole? you feel full in the best way possible and you’re cock drunk almost immediately, whining and begging him for more. he needs to take a break breathers because he was right and it’s tighter than your cunt and he feels like he could come in a second from the grip

he spits on your ass to get a little more slide, giving you his inches slowly until you’re used to it and then when he gets the okay, he’s fucking your ass in earnest, his balls slapping against your clit and your back arched for him

you’re both messy with the lube and his precome and then when he finally comes, dropping his load in your ass, you’re both overwhelmed at how good it was

and yeah, you definitely add anal into the sex routine - sometimes he comes inside of you, sometimes it’s a back shot all over your spine and the globes of your ass, but he always likes to watch his come leak out of you

and he’s always going to be the king of aftercare 🥰

[funsizedkola]

She's A Maniac [part 1]

So I got REAL INSPIRED by @keferon 's Mecha Pilot AU (and got me liking JazzProwl overall thanks to it despite me being a Recent Transformers fan) and what really got my interest piqued was the fact that due to Quintessons, the Autobots and Deceptions joined forces in this AU. So! That inspired me a bit with this!

Though as you will see, what really took over here was the idea of what Elita One would be in a setting like this so, pardon my indulgence in this post. (And I like megoplita so sue me~)

They want her retired.

It's not outright said, but Swindle's grin and flattering words can't conceal what he's trying to encourage. Boardroom executives, sponsors, spokespeople, they're all the same to her at this point in her life. Ever since she was a fresh young recruit she never lost the feeling that she can only could rely on fellow pilots to be honest with her. If you're not going through the same agonizing road of misery all recruits live through (if they survive, even) then you can't understand her life.

And certainly don't have the right to direct where she should go.

"Our wonderful, exemplary Ariel-"

"Captain," calmly and yet with no spared patience is what emits with her narrowed eyes. The poster behind her in her office shows the girl that used to still respond to that name. Hopeful, radiant maybe, eyes gleaming like the polish of the mech she pilots in distant view. Ponytail bouncy with the abundant energy she once had as her smile expressed faith in the future. Everyone's future.

You wouldn’t recognize that girl at first glance in the woman glaring holes at this man's head. A few noticeable streaks of white now run through her strawberry blonde hair as the fire before is searing hot coals serving as her eyes. The way Swindle rubbed his hands shows he's maybe second guessing this conversation. Especially with what else he thought was also necessary to discuss.

"You understand, don't you? Progress must march on if we want to see results-"

"And you think sending Rumble and Frenzy to follow where Jazz was last heard is the way to do it?" Venomous, her fist fell on her desk as she soon stood up. "The children, next on the chopping block after the fully grown man failed to respond back? Who shouldn't have been put in that program in the first place you son of a-"

"W-Well, the decision has already been made so really you're only being informed as a formality-"

Oh, why bother with words anymore? The same snarl Elita would give to the enemy kaiju is what sends the suited man running out the door. By the way he scurried down the hall as she yells obscenities his way she knows there's nothing more she can do. He's at times just the glorified messenger boy with decisions like these in hopes that by the time she's found a proper suit or sponser or whatever to shake around she won't be as mad. But no, this weathered soul isn't so keen on lying down on this matter.

"Wooow~ They're going to definitely find a way to fire you if you keep that up."

Blurr isn't perturbed by the look thrown his way, cool and composed as he was leaning against the wall like he overheard quite the show to stop by. With how it's the longest he's initiated any conversation with her, he must of been very amused by what was said in there. Casual smile paired by serious eyes as he leans in, poster boy for the masses advising to former poster girl for new recruits. "Unfortunately he is right. No matter what you do, you can't change their minds on this. Whatever suggestion was offered is already a done deal."

Any non pilot saying this would have their throat grabbed. But as much as she yearns to disagree she can't throw away the reality he's delivering to her. With how prized a pilot Jazz is, the chance that they have gone and lost one of their best assets have backpedaled the hopes the higher ups have of gaining an advantage in this war. Now, anyone else they will consider sending will be those they consider to be... significantly expendable.

.

.

.

And maybe.

Perhaps also those they wish to be rid of.

"... Okay I don't know if I like that look in your eyes."

"Oh, really? I'll take that as a good sign then," is all the senior pilot says as she then starts heading to where the boardroom is.

Bemused, Blurr watches at the faded burgundy from her jacket leaves his line of sight before he looks back at her office. For a second he wondered if he saw just a hint of that spunky pilot in that framed poster in her eyes. Though he mainly is looking at said artwork to remember what exactly was her name.

Elita One: "I'll see you on the battlefield!"

Ah right, that's what she goes by.

- - -

"You're going too?!"

Ah, she knew she forgot something. Tiredly drinking the rest of her coffee, Elita just let Hot Rod rage on and get some of this indignation out of his system. Though when his angry tirade turns to him accusing certain people of using this as a chance to cowardly do away with her she then raised a finger and shook her head. "I volunteered," she corrected.

"WHAT?!"

"Told you," Wheeljack adds unhelpfully as Hot Rod just looks to him striding in with a stack of reports about her currently reconstructing mech, then to her, and for a moment looks almost hurt dare she say.

She gives a rare apologetic smile. "I was meaning to tell you all, but I had my hands full by all this preparation for me and the twins."

"But. But. You don't have to. Just say the word and I'll step in. I'll find Jazz and keep those two safe as well-" Oh how earnest he sounds. She doesn't doubt his conviction with how he's been arguably the most affected pilot since they heard that one of their own may for all they know be lost in space with no hope of return. "Captain, we need you here!"

"One way or another I can't ignore the risk that they will find a way to get rid of me once and for all. So at least through this it would be by my decision," Elita points out before patting his arm. He's not as visibly worn with burden like she is, but he looked even younger once. A prodigy in spirit and strength as she one time carried him after an excruciating round of tests left him unable to walk. He didn't ask for her help but she told him what he needs to do if he wishes to keep going and be one of the blazing warriors of history instead of the tragic burnt matches sent for cremation. "And I appreciate the offer. But no, you're needed more than me. You know I only got so much time left till it's time for me to meet my sisters."

It's not like she doesn't see why he remains unconvinced. And she gets a feeling he won't be the only pilot attempting to in some way convey refusal of her decision as word will now spread. The main reason she evaded the path of high office promotions other pilots ventured off to was so there's as least one more person there for the new recruits to turn to. To say for them the things they are afraid to voice till they've grown wise enough to walk on their own. But she knew one day she will have to let go and just hope for the best, as she taps Hot Rod on the chest.

"If you ask me, it's time for you to see if Captain is a right fit for you as well."

- - -

There's two reasons Elita can guess why Rumble and Frenzy were picked for this 'retrieval mission'.

One. They are a PR disaster waiting to happen. That's due to their controversial background of orphans being picked for the program. A convenient lack of parents unable to refuse rights to them made them easy pickings to be handed over from whatever foster care organization was receptive to bribes. But the longer the war wanes the more the public is willing to start aiming criticisms to the mech program and where there is smoke, there will be a fire to inevitably be posted to all news and media outlets.

Two. They are a PR disaster waiting to happen. The experiments they had to go through were far from gentle but it did nothing to tame their already wild personalities. If anything, it only made them worse. If you were a pilot they might listen to you, and even then depending on their mood it's a maybe. Jazz was one of the few that handled those troublemakers with ease and since his departure from Earth they've made their worries for him everyone's problem. His easygoing attitude and way of entertaining them was how he unintentionally got them to listen to him.

But. Elita can't say why the twins listen to her in her case. Intimidation, one may say. Perhaps being the closest they will get to a maternal figure despite her stern demeanor, another may comment. Or maybe the terror twins know to fall in line when the scarier pilot is in the room, another will add in. Whatever reason, she can't complain as they follow her lead in preparing for their mission. They delight in the new shiny suits they get to try on before attempting to look serious in her presence. It breaks her heart how they slowly try acting less their age in little ways and so she comments her approval for her own new attire so they can relax and get back to being eager. Any moment they can have to laugh between difficult rounds of training cannot be swept away.

As they tell each other how they definitely will show off to the others how much cooler they look, she glances at her reflection from the leg of her upgraded mech. Maybe one of the designers was feeling nostalgic as the shade of pink reflected more the hues she had in her early days. A contrast to the darker tones of magenta and wine red she preferred to adorn herself with when she no longer had the energy to smile for the camera. A sendoff to her once envious legacy, she morbidly thinks before seeing that some of the pilots have arrived in the hangar.

For some, it's the last chance their comrades will get to say goodbye and wish them luck before they are called away for combat. Elita appreciates the thought as she sees the twins gang up on a nervous First Aid, hoping that this isn't it for them. Or at the very least, the children will get to return to earth again.

"A badge?" She comments as she's handed a vibrant piece of metal that can magnetize to her suit. "You shouldn't have."

Hot Rod grins as he shows two smaller ones he's no doubt readied for Rumble and Frenzy. Before handing her another regular sized badge that has her raise a brow before she realizes.

"Give this to Jazz when you find him."

When. Not if. She's glad at least he is stubbornly having faith in their perilous pilgrimage. Clasping his hand she gives a nod before she lets herself be pulled in a hug. "I will," she promises him, knowing he needs to hear her resolve. "And I'll remind him that you still owe him money from your last bet."

The waver in his laugh has her close her eyes. Steeling herself as she knows the ones they'll leave behind will cry enough for her.

- - -

"Rumble, Frenzy, report! Report!"

Way to soon after their send off, they have somehow managed to end up in a swarm of enemies. Blasting away at the eyes of one of them, Elita frantically searched around for any sign of the stealth mechs she had ended up separated from. Is it damaged comms? Are they too occupied with fighting or running? Or maybe, they're already- no. No she won't guess till she's seen them herself. Wherever they are on this rock of a planet, she'll be there.

"Elita! You'll never guess what I found!!!" The joyful voice of a girl still way too young for active service is now calling her.

"Frenzy? Where are you and your brother?!" Alerts blaring have her picking up her last kaiju victim by the tentacles as she whips it around to stun it's comrades attempting to surround her.

"Hey I was the one to find him first!" Rumble, he's alive too oh thank-

"Well he patted me first so there!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yu-huh!"

"Nu-uh!!!"

"Yu-huh!!!"

"STATUS. REPORT."

The pair of "Yes ma'am"s have her heaving a sigh as she looks down on one of her toes feebly attempting to grab her armored leg. "Kids, am I right?" She says dryly before stomping on its head, green muck now staining her. So much for a pristine paint job.

"Contact with good guys have been made, ma'am!"

"There's this really cool one we wanna keep, ma'am!"

"Can we, please? Ma'am!"

"Alright enough with the- wait what are you saying...?" She trails off, not liking the implication that there's something else out there that's not one of identifiable tentacle monsters she's been fighting for most of her life. Whatever chatter the twins are having to scheme to her agreeing is no longer her focus as she's got a larger tentacle wrapping itself around the head of her mech. Immediately kicking away, she growled as she sees this big guy is smart and is keeping her at enough distance from his weak points. Just what she needs, one of the tankier enforcers to show up.

Quickly she's attempting to take aim to wherever she can hit first, limb, neck(?), maybe the eyes-

Blade.

There's a glowing blade going through the alien's torso.

Feeling her captor's balance careen, Elita readies herself to roll on the rocky ground. Immediately getting to untangling the now limp tentacle from herself. And also getting ready for another fight because whatever just saved her has yet to earn her ease with how she now sees an imposing figure attached to said glowing axe. Monster wriggling away in halves, the more metal being steps over it to her direction.

Eyes.

Bright blue eyes is what she sees, vibrant on this planet only lit by distant stars and moons. Nothing like anything she's ever seen on any mech like construct as it's like she's actually being perceived.

The axe it wields is now shrinking before somehow it's replaced with a hand, the sight feeling more mythical rather than engineered. Now both hands are held up as if to convey peace as he pauses in front of her.

A voice is what she's hearing, but it's not one she can understand. It certainly doesn't sound human either which has her hackles raised once more, stepping back.

The way this red and blue mech tilts it's head as if in thought has her nearly laugh as something so mighty and tall somehow looks a tad approachable. But no, she can't be wasting time here as she drags her eyes away.

"I. Appreciate the help but I have to go and look for my own now," she manages to say as she wonders if it would be too rude to run off. But her sensors indicating forms heading her way have her looking to see the young pilots running to her. Sheer relief waves over her as she hurries forth to bend down and let them crash into her open arms, their chatter and barely even dented mechs assuring her that they're okay, for now they're alright.

Though she draws back with a frown. "You two. Need to improve your communication on the field," she stated.

"Really? I thought we did great," Frenzy says, her brother nodding as she internally sighs. "And look, it's our new friends!"

The relief of finding these two distraction her from the full scale of approaching mass their way is what soon is realized to Elita, looking up to see two more mechs walking their way.

They. Do not look as approachable as the first one. One is darker blue with a gleaming red visor that has her feel like she's being scanned, and the other one has red eyes pinpointed on them.

And a face. It has a proper face.

Somehow, it has a mouth. That moves. That can't be made by metal, no way does such material deliver such a menacing scowl with ease like that. Abruptly standing to place herself between those two and the kids, she could of sworn silver head is now smirking but she's not wanting to waste time on chances that could lead to bodily harm now that she has the twins.

"Rumble, Frenzy, go. Now!" She ordered, but she just gets vehement shaking heads as they tug at her hands.

"No, they're the good guys! Like we said!"

"Yeah, they saved us! Well, more like the blue one was doing that as the grey guy just killed aliens."

Judging from the amount of green splatters on said stranger she is inclined to believe that.

"So, can we keep him? That guy is so cool!" Rumble pleads as he waves at Red Visor who gives a little wave back. "I promise we'll do whatever you say Captain!"

"Yeah! We'll be perfect soldiers!"

They no doubt will be pleading from within their cockpits which, while cute to imagine, does not dissuade said Captain from tapping them on the heads. "No."

"Pleaaaaase! Please please please! We'll name him and everything!"

"Take him on walks!"

"Won't use him in our pranks!"

"You already should be following my orders to stay safe," The tired woman stressed, feeling tempted to remove her helmet to rub her forehead. "And besides, I'm pretty sure they can't talk to us so what's the use in keep them around? Chances are they already have their own designations but not like we'll know what they are!"

The static she keeps getting when trying to contact home base is also not helping her stress here. Improved communications her foot, she should of known they would of been stuck going no contact with any one human being this far away from Earth. As the twins keep pleading as they cling to her legs, she feels too worn out to even think about how undignified she must look to these other mech users.

"Optimus Prime."

Pausing, she slowly turns to where she hears that voice from. Sure enough, Axe Guy has stepped forth and the tone she just heard somehow just. Fits. Deep, and yet rich with humble gravitas...?

"That would be my designation. May I have the honor of learning yours?"

[stayevildarling]

Hello I know you are very busy so only if you have time please but maybe you could do a Delia, Mina, Billie, and Reader sick fic? I know you have written a few but I just love a sick fic and another one is always a treat. Thank you for your wonderful work in this fandom. Sending love!

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Echoes of Comfort

A/N: hello dear anon!🫶🏼 I think you literally requested this months ago and I‘m so sorry for never writing this until now. considering I was badly sick the last few days, I thought about writing this.

tw/tags: established poly relationship, female reader, mention of sickness, mention of vomitting, mention of pain, mention of fever, mention of cramps, mention of doctors, mention of medication, mention of anxiety

word count: 3.6k

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It all started the night prior, settling into bed with your lovers, ready for the last day of work this week tomorrow before spending the weekend with your girlfriends. You had a nice evening really, enjoying a warm cosy bath, your favorite pairs of pyjamas and cuddles. Since dinner your tummy felt a little off, at first brushing it off for some indigestion but the feeling never went, eventually turning into nausea. And as the hours passed, the feeling only got stronger and stronger, leaving you restless through the quiet hours of the night. You tried water, some music to calm yourself down but nothing seemed to help and as you didn‘t want to wake your lovers, all you could do was snuggle into their arms and wait for sleep to take over.

But when you woke up the next morning, the nausea was even stronger, leaving you a little anxious. You had just started working this new job a few weeks ago, scared of their reactions if you needed to call in sick. Billie was already gone by the time you woke up, Wilhemina also on her way and Cordelia in her office. You tried to sit up slowly, sip on some water before trying to get up to slowly get dressed. It being friday meant your short day and you wondered whether you may be able to get through today but as soon as you stood up, you knew it wasn‘t meant to be, a wave of nausea and dizziness overtaking you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing your phone and calling out for the day, knowing there was no way you‘d manage to get through today anywhere else beside bed.

Seconds later the nausea hits its peaking point and you can tell what‘s about to happen. In a quick attempt, you try and get up but fail miserably and so all you can do is reach for the bag that you put beside your bedside last night, unable to find a bucket with your state. The retching echoes through the silent academy as well as your sobbing moments later, throwing up always making you cry even though you never understood the reason. It takes mere seconds for the door to burst open and for the supreme to rush inside, her eyes wide and the concern written across her beautiful features. „Oh sweetheart“ she coos, watching you empty the contents of your dinner into the bag. She wastes no time in flicking her wrist and making a bucket appear, replacing the bag with ease. She quickly sits behind you, putting your hair up for you as she soothingly strokes your back, waiting for it to pass with you.

It takes a little while until it finally stops and she wastes no time before using her magic to make the bucket and contents disappear and make a new one appear beside bed just incase. Your sobbing continues before some panicking settles in, hating to be sick and the fear of it happening again. „Y/N, can you tell me what‘s wrong baby?“ she tries, not sure what your sobbing means. „Hurts“ you manage to coax out despite the strange taste and she gets up to face you, seeing your scrunched up expression and how you are holding your stomach, your body slightly curled up. „What hurts baby, your tummy?“ she asks gently as she wipes your tears and all you can do is nod in response.

„Okay sweetie, how about you lay down for me and get some rest?“ she offers and you look at her through exhausted eyes before you glance towards the bathroom. „Brush teeth“ you mumble and she nods before she takes your hands, noticing your legs shaking and stabling you. She sits you on the edge of the bathtub before brushing your teeth for you, her brown eyes keeping you safe as her touches are feather light. She notices your clothes are stained in sick, not having seen this before as the concern distracted her. She wastes no time in changing you into some comfortable loungewear and socks before helping you lay back down. The supreme stays by your side, helping you to some water before you close your eyes, struggling through the pain of the cramps and the aftermath of vomitting.

The supreme steps out of the room a little while after, noticing that your state isn‘t improving much, your face pale and the signs of pain obvious on your features. She reaches her phone, the concern evident on her features as she debates who to call. Billie was undeniably always there for you three but equally the medium often struggled with her own anxiety and she didn‘t mean to worry her too much. In the end she opts for Wilhemina, knowing the redhead was mostly the one telling her when shes overreacting with worry but always having the right amount of worry and the ability to stay sane in these situations. Cordelia hated this, hated seeing you sick, hated that she couldn‘t do much or make her magic fix it as she didn‘t know exactly what was causing you pain and those symptoms.

„Cordelia?“ the redheads voice echos through the speaker and the woman knew if Cordelia called her at this time in the morning, something was bound to be wrong. Her thoughts immediately travel to you, how you hadn‘t been out of bed this morning, how she thought it may just be your schedule as she hadn‘t memorized it so far with the new workplace. How she noticed the bag beside you but didn‘t question it further until now. „Y/N is sick“ is all Cordelia says to confirm the redheads concern. The worry practically radiates from the supreme and for a moment Wilhemina remains silent, hating the fact of you hurting more than anything else in this world. „What‘s going on?“ the redhead questions after a moment, knowing Cordelia to sometimes worry too much after all.

„I‘m not sure, she was sleeping and then I heard her being sick and she‘s in pain“ the supreme explains and Wilhemina‘s eyebrows furrow as she listens to the woman explain further. „Do you think she needs a doctor?“ the redhead asks and there is silence again before the blonde speaks again. „Maybe? I don‘t know.. I can‘t get away though, there is no one for the acadmy and I.. I- Mina I don‘t know“ the supreme sighs, clearly overwhelmed by your state and soft whimpers of pain closeby. „I‘m on my way, get her dressed and ready“ Wilhemina instructs and Cordelia sighs gratefully before hanging up the phone.

Moments later she returns with your shoes and a coat, as well as a bag for the car, her rational side always there despite the concern. Your eyebrows furrow before she speaks softly „Mina is coming and will get you checked out my sweet girl“ she coos as she places a kiss on your forehead and checks for a temperature. You frown, hating doctors and the thought of having to go to one but the pain is too strong to fight her so all you do is nod as she gets you dressed and lays you back down, waiting for your redhead girlfriend to return.

It takes less than twenty minutes rather than the usual thirty for Wilhemina to return and when the door opens, your eyes flutter open, seeing the concern in her eyes. „Hi little one“ she greets you softly before glancing at Cordelia. „How has she been?“ the redhead mouths and the blonde informs her about no more being sick but the signs of pain and how quiet you had been. The redhead doesn‘t waste a lot of time before she helps you sit up and locks eyes with you. „I‘m just gonna take you to get checked out little one okay?“ she asks and you nod before they help you downstairs and into the redheads car. The place is less than ten minutes away and despite the silence, the redhead can tell you are in pain by your posture but also how you seem much more awake now.

By the time she pulls over and opens your door for you, she can see the tears in your eyes and her eyebrows furrow as she looks at you. „Is the pain that bad little one?“ she asks carefully but you shake your head. „I‘m scared“ you admit and it hits her then how terrified you are of doctors, how bad your health anxiety is but that you never ever mention it to her considering her struggles and past. How Cordelia had mentioned how much you struggle with medication, that you hate doctors and hospitals, that your anxiety always makes you fear the worst. „I understand it‘s scary but I‘m right here and I won‘t go anywhere okay?“ she reassures and you nod as you see the honesty in her eyes, feeling safe and sound as her hand reaches for you. It doesn‘t take long until Mina walks you inside, fighting the usual snappy receptionist and her complaints about you not having an appointment.

Moments later you are laying inside one of the rooms, getting some blood taken from your fingers, so tired that you mostly don‘t notice whats happening around you. The doctor shows up minutes later, asking a bunch of questions which Wilhemina answers due to your fatigued state. „Alright, I‘ll just examine you then“ she smiles at you softly and you nod as she begins pressing down on your tummy, asking if the pain is getting any worse which you shake your head to. You answer some of her questions before she leaves for a moment to look at the blood results. „Test results are fine, her infection levels are 0.29, anything up to 0.5 is completely normal“ she tells Wilhemina and some of the words reach you in your tired state. „I assume some food poisoning, or a small infection but nothing serious, if it gets any worse over the weekend take her to ER though“ the doctor explains and Wilhemina nods as she listens carefully.

„I can give her painkillers and anti sickness through an IV or give you a prescription to take home“ the doctor explains and Wilhemina glances at you, seeing your eyes widen at the mention of an IV before she opts for the second. The doctor nods and leaves for a moment before you smile at Wilhemina through tired eyes „Thank you Mina“ you mumble gratefully and she returns the smile before murmering a soft „you‘re welcome sweet girl“. It doesn‘t take long for the doctors to finish writing everything down and sending you both your way and almost instantly as you get into the car, you fall asleep, the exhaustion weighing heavy on your body.

The next few hours are a blur, Cordelia and Mina took you back to bed, giving you the medicine that the doctor had prescribed for you but you are in and out of it for a while, mostly asleep and some soft whimpering escaping you, barely awake enough to register what‘s going on before falling asleep again. Cordelia made sure to send the girls home for the weekend early so she could stay with you, Mina equally by your side, the two of them taking turns, already having informed Billie and asking her to pick up some essentials for you. Despite the sleep supposedly helping your body, your entire body feels sore by the time you wake up, your forehead burning, despite your body shivering, your legs aching badly as well as your lower back. Tears sting in your eyes as you wake up properly for the first time in hours, mouth dry and feeling the weight of the sickness slowly dragging you down.

„Hey sweet girl“ Mina coos softly as she notices you waking up but as soon as she gets a proper look at you, her features drop seeing how much you are shaking. „Delia, get the thermometer“ she instructs and the next thing you know is feeling the cool sensation in your mouth as the blonde gently soothes you through it. „She‘s burning up“ the supreme sighs and Wilhemina doesn‘t waste any time before walking to the bag from the pharmacy, reaching for some of the painkillers and some water. „Open up little one“ she instructs with a soft smile, placing the tablets gently in your mouth before leading the glass of water to your mouth. „Drink up“ she instructs and you do, your mouth feeling terribly dry. You sigh heavily before laying down again, Delia reaching for a cozy blanket that she wraps you up in. Seconds later you are asleep again, your body clearly needing it to fight off whatever it is you are battling at the moment.

„She‘ll be just fine“ Wilhemina encourages as the supreme sits beside her, the two of them watching over you. And despite the concern fading from the supreme with having Mina by her side, the redhead doesn‘t like this, knows you shouldn’t be burning up like this. For now, all they can do is watch and stay close to you, one of their hands lingering nearby as they take turns in giving you little head scratches and checking your temperature. It takes a few hours before Billie returns and your eyes immediately open as you hear the door open and the light turn on. The medium stands there with a bag in her hand, the concern radiating from her features as she sees you on the bed. „God babydoll, you are so pale“ she sighs as she sets her things down and walks over to you, her manicured hands cupping your cheeks. „You‘re burning up too“ she mumbles, glancing at both Wilhemina and Cordelia almost accusingly, wondering why they didn‘t do anything about the state you are in.

„She‘s had medicine and what the doctors gave her, as well as water“ the supreme explains, calming down the medium a little. „She needs to sleep it off“ Wilhemina reassures before Billie raises an eyebrow. „Has she eaten anything? had some tea? she looks awful“ the medium sighs as her hands still hold onto you. „She hasn‘t been awake for any of that“ Wilhemina explains and Billie nods, understanding how awful you must me be feeling. The entire thing feels like a fever dream, both shivering while feeling your forehead is a volcano about to errupt. Your entire body aches, legs hurting so much that you can barely make it to the bathroom to pee. Your state concerns your three girlfriends, especially the soft whimpers escaping you and how pale you are.

„We should try and keep her awake a little to get her to eat and drink“ Cordelia encourages, causing Billie and Wilhemina to nod. They waste no time as the medium walks downstairs to collect the rest of the things she had bought for you, Cordelia joining in order to make you some tea as Wihemina stays with you, watching over your shivering frame. „Little one are you cold?“ she whispers and you nod before shaking your head seconds later. „So hot but cold too“ you manage to mumble and she frowns seeing your body shake but feeling your forehead burning up. The redhead looks at the time before realizing it was almost time for some more medication, turning a little in order to collect them but when she does, she feels your cold hand reaching for hers. Your teary eyes plead with her not to leave and for a moment it almost brings tears to her own eyes, never having seen you so clingy before, never having seen you look so awful and sad before. „It‘s okay, I‘ll stay“ she reassures before she leans a little closer, positioning herself behind you before she takes your shivering frame into her arms and places you in her lap.

Instantly you relax, the shivering stopping momentarily and her cold hands soothing your head as you feel the little circle motions calming you. It takes mere seconds before Billie returns, the medium of course having gone all out there on things she had bought for you, never not spoling you rotten especially when you are sick. She bought some supplies for soup, some tea, some electrolytes and also some self care things, some new pj‘s after hearing you were sick in your favorite pair, some cozy socks after hearing how cold you had been and a little teddy bear, knowing those are your favorite and knowing you deserve all of them. But Billie also knows its way too soon for most of those things as you are too out of it and so she softly places the bear on your night table before approaching with the cold bottle of gatorade.

„Babydoll?“ she whispers carefully, seeing you so comfortable in Wilhemina‘s arms. Your eyes open for a moment, rolling back as you feel the fatigue and how tired you are. The sight of you worries both blondes deeply as they kneel in front of you and they exchange glances for a moment. „Sweetie, we need you to drink“ the supreme encourages and you frown at the thought of it and seeing both a glass of water and the blue bottle. Instinctively you try and reach for the bottle but your shaking hands betray you. Billie frowns again as she opens it for you, passing it to your mouth and smiling proudly as you take slow and gentle sips. Once the amout is sufficient, Cordelia places some painkillers in your mouth and hands you some more to drink before you exhaustedly collapse against Wilhemina‘s chest.

Sleep washes over you in seconds again and Billie sighs heavily, hating to see you like this. „Poor baby“ she coos, as she runs her nails through your hair. They decide on settling between you and Wilhemina, watching over your sleeping form. You are in and out of it for the remainder of the night, waking up occasionally to drink some more and by the time you wake up and need to pee, you find both blondes asleep beside you. However, as soon as you move slightly in Wilhemina‘s arms, they are awake in an instant and by your side. „Sweetie, are you okay?“ Cordelia asks with concern in her voice and you nod before whispering „Just need to pee“. The supreme nods before she walks over to the other side, holding your hand before leading you to the bathroom. She waits patiently for you to finish and when you do her hands move to your forehead, sighing in relief as she notices your temperature much more normal now.

„How are you feeling baby?“ she asks and you smile at her before whispering „Much better but sore“. She returns the smile feeling reliefed, frowning when you mention feeling sore however. „Would you like some tea? a hot water bottle?“ she offers and you nod gratefully before she leads you back to bed, positioning you beside Billie and Wilhemina who wait patiently for you. „You feeling better little one?“ the redhead asks as Billie snuggles into you sleepily. „Yes much better“ you whisper and she cups your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead. „I‘m so glad little one, you had us worried“. You pout apologetically as she pulls you a little closer into her chest. Delia returns moments later with some tea, having made it the right temperature to drink and you waste no time in taking some sips, the warmth feeling comforting as well as the heating bag on your sore stomach. „Thank you Delia“ you whisper gratefully and she waits patiently for you to drink up before taking the cup and placing it on your night table. „Anything for you my sweet girl“.

By the time the next morning comes around, you are feeling and looking much brighter and your girlfriends can tell, the colour having returned to your face, no signs of pain in your eyes and actually speaking to them. „I‘m so glad you‘re feeling better“ Billie coos as she holds you in her arms. „We make sure you rest today sweet girl“ Cordelia coos as she hands you some oats for breakfast, wanting to go gentle as you hadn‘t eaten anything the day before. When lunchtime comes around, Billie draws a bath for you, having bought you some bath salts and getting you dressed into the pyjamas she had bought for you. Her gestures causes some tears to swell in your eyes, feeling the love and care from your girlfriends and they frown at first, worry overtaking them but quickly replaced by relief as they realize why. „Thank you for taking care of me“ you whisper as Wilhemina dries and takes care of your hair for you.

„Always sweet girl“ they almost coo in unision and after a while you find yourself back in their arms, body still a little tired and week, needing to catch up on some rest as the bath exhuated you. „That was awful“ you sigh after a while and they can‘t help but chuckle before pulling you closer. „It really was, you had us freaked out“ Billie smiles as she presses a kiss to your cheek. And in their loving embraces you manage to giggle again for the first time in a few days, knowing no matter what life may throw your way, you would always have your girlfriends to rely on, caring for you and soothing you back to health. You relax in their steady arms, feeling the love from their actions, the affection in their words and the feeling of home and where you belong. With them, always.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Locked Out (Gojo Satoru)

This is pretty much just idiotic fluff. University AU. I made a post like over a year ago about this idea and now here we are. I just wanted to post this first bit as a lil taste of what’s to come!

The First Key

Flipping through her notebook, Rinko hummed along with the quiet music filtering from the computer speakers as she added the occasional extra note.

Night shifts were one of her favorite things about working for the dorms. Most of the time, they were uneventful except for a midnight package pickup from a nocturnal student or someone forgetting their keys.

“Yo!” a deep voice greeted cheerfully, “Could I get a lockout key?”

Nodding, she didn’t bother looking up before swiveling her chair around to open the filing cabinet with the lockout forms.

“Name and student ID number?”

“Gojo,” he replied, rattling off his ID as well.

“Dorm number?” Rinko asked as she located his sheet and turned back to the desk. “D’you know the drill for–?”

She trailed off when she finally looked up from the paper in her hands.

People forgot to take their keys with them all the time when they bathed. The majority of lockout keys she’d seen were unfortunate students who finished their bath or shower only to find that they couldn’t get back into their room. He wasn’t even the first person she’d seen wearing nothing but a towel while they asked for a key that week.

But he was, by far, the most attractive she’d encountered yet.

Pale skin, perfect complexion—not a single blemish in sight. Skin like that shouldn’t even be possible for someone living in the dorms. Messy, white hair dripped occasionally as it clung to his forehead. Eyelashes that matched his hair framed eyes so blue they threatened to drown her.

Tall—so tall. Even if she weren’t sitting, he clearly towered over her. Very built. So many muscles. Did he have an eight-pack? The dark blue towel hung low on his hips left very little to the imagination. Dimples sat at the edges of a shameless grin adorning his face, perfect teeth on display.

A pretty boy who knew he was pretty. Just perfect.

“Two twenty-four,” he stated, and she blinked, trying to remember why he would tell her such a random number. “They gave the regular spiel about these keys at the start of last semester, but I honestly didn’t pay attention. Mind giving me a refresher?”

Dorm number. She’d asked for his dorm number. Lockout key—right.

His eyes seemed to sparkle at her while she gave a brief explanation, trying to ignore the heat that crept up her neck when his gaze wandered as she spoke. She had no doubt that his once-over mirrored the one she’d given him, except she did doubt her outfit was as flattering as his towel.

“Fill this out,” she stated evenly, placing the sheet on the desk in front of him. She turned away to open the key cabinet, locating the spare for his dorm. “Just the first row.”

He hummed his affirmative, and she held the key out when he slid the form back toward her.

“Thanks, Miss Desk Girl.” His fingers brushed against hers as he accepted the key. “Be back before you know it.”

Sending her a wink, he tapped the desk with two fingers before turning to walk to the stairwell, leaving her staring at his towel-covered ass until it disappeared from sight.

“You didn’t think to get dressed?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

The towel was even lower on his hips than before as he handed the key back to her.

“Only had fifteen minutes,” he replied, tilting his head to the side innocently. “Took me a while to find my keys once I got back inside, and I didn’t wanna get in trouble for taking too long just because I threw on some shorts, ya know?” His lips pulled into a small smirk. “Plus, I figured you might not mind getting another look since you were kinda drooling earlier–”

“You won’t get in trouble for putting clothes on,” she cut him off, her face burning at being called out for staring. She scribbled her name in the box to confirm he’d returned the key. “The fifteen-minute rule is just to make sure you actually bring the key back. Most of us don’t mind as long as you don’t take forever or you get it back before our shift is over.”

“Yeah?” He reached to take the key back. “What time does your shift end? I’ll have this back before–”

“Doesn’t matter since you’re already here. But for future reference, please put clothes on before you come back.”

“It’s okay to admit you like the view,” he teased, bracing his elbow on the desk. “I definitely like my view. Though, it feels kinda unfair since I’m the only one in a towel. I could bring you one to even things out–”

“I’m good, thanks.”

-

AN: what do you guys think?? I know it’s short, but I did say it’d be a mini series :)

[heyitslapis]

I dont think yall know just how fucking much i have to reserve myself when i text them

[idol-trickster]

👨, 👩 , and 🌺? :3c

@grimmshood

👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

Jiwoon lit up at the thought of someone asking about his parents.

"우리아빠 엄마? I gave them a good and comfortable life! I encouraged them to retire, but they said it wouldn't feel right to stop working; that the family restaurant made them happy and I brought them plenty of business already. Either way, they're very proud of me as their son and that I'm successfully doing something that I love too. They know how hard I worked and were always worried about me... but they said we were very strong and resilient people. No matter where we were, they were supporting me and happy that I carried part of our home with me while still performing knife tricks, for the world now with my own passion for music, instead of only in a restaurant to tourists. I owe my most unique instruments and performances to them."

Left to ponder, he thought of where he was now and how little he actually got to see them. Everything had a price and becoming legendary held a steep one; claiming time from friends, family, and normality. Still, he wouldn't change anything if given the chance; he grew out of needing those commodities of life so long ago, and now? Well, he was legendary.

"If you want to know individually though... My dad was a warm-hearted and talentedly creative man. With music, he met my mom, but he gave up his dreams of pursuing a musical path to become a hard-working man and support his family. Some people say we got lucky when the IMF crisis happened, but really my parents were just smart enough to make it work, both of them running a business and planning well. His military experience let him know what foreigners were like and in turn, I learned a lot from him and how to entertain people who already see a lot of action. When I went to a concert with him, I understood what people felt when they saw me; something new and amazing; I wanted to do that too, and he was happy to share a love of music and supported me. He's a wise man with kind eyes and the best 군만두 (pan-fried dumplings)."

"My mom taught me how to be strong, clever, and unique since she was a smart career woman who got laid off when she was pregnant. Unable to find a job in the workforce, she and my dad decided to run the restaurant together. My dad supported the family and she focused on our business' reputation. It was thanks to her that we figured out how to include my skills in the restaurant to set us apart. When I had an interest, she would make sure I practiced safely and even bought me my first beginner knives. She told me that no matter what other people think, never let them stop me from being special; also to think before I speak, understand people by listening to them, and to not let other people tell me my worth. She's loving, protective, and spirited. I think the special things she made were the best... 미역국 (Seaweed soup) for birthdays and 시루떡 (Red-bean rice cake) for offerings."

Yeah. He made it however he could; reclaiming what made him unique. Trickster will certainly never be forgotten again. He hopes they're still proud and can manage to retire peacefully.

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🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

"I don't really pay attention to flowers much- but maybe roses. They're very versatile, come in all sorts of colors, and are usually passionate and classy; the first flower everyone thinks of."

He gives a chuckle and holds up a familiar potted plant.

"Though it only has flowers sometimes, I really like Joji's. It looks like a star."

[dooxliss]

i saw your post about mario and luigi’s last name i have to say…

THANK YOU TAKE MY MONEY

aaaa you should really be thanking @legobiwan for most (all) of the legwork, when i’m dealing with their last name on my own i usually just change it to something completely different

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6, 20, 61, 67

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

yes for sure. @callowyn acts as editor/cowriter for @cambionverse and has helped me on a couple of other fics over the years, @slaygentford and @maulthots will pre-read my stuff and act as hype-men/sounding boards where needed, and @machidielontheway does all that but also has the sharpest typo-checking eyes i've ever seen. they also make memes:

this is extremely important to my Process (memes included) because i like to have another set of eyes on something before i post it, but i also don't like taking concrit from strangers who firstly may not get my Vision but also whose advice i may not trust bc i don't know them. everyone i take writing advice from IS a writer i admire, or has otherwise impeccable taste. otherwise i wouldn't take their advice.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

we won't go into my fucking ao3 stories all using the same dozen or so tags in rotation but actually the funniest answer to this is that @maulthots once pointed out she'd never seen anyone use the phrase "shocked stupid" except me, and then @slaygentford backed her up and said they'd never read it before anywhere else either, so being someone whose prose is fair to middling at best, i've decided it's as close to a signature phrase as i'm gonna get and i try to work one into every longfic if the opportunity arises.

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

oh this one's easy if i didn't i would die 😇

ok ok sorry to answer seriously. because i love to. it's like asking why someone keeps eating ice cream or riding ferris wheels or cuddling kittens. because it fucking rules

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

depends on the length of the fic. i used to write a lot of shortfic and in that case i loved prompts (rip all my fanfic on the dragon age kink meme lost to the sands of time). when it's a longfic though i tend to get insecure if the idea is not unique enough to differentiate whatever i'm doing from all the other stuff already on ao3. i feel like i'm just rehashing other people's ideas otherwise, and whether or not i do a better job, it's not fun if it's not at least in part coming from ME. so a prompt is utterly useless in that case lol

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