#mehs this is an old old prompt but i have been looking at it at least once per week for the last 2 years

[jate-kara]

The vanguard and "can you pretend I didn't say that?"

“As far as welcome-back parties go, not the worst I’ve seen. Not the best. But you know what? Not the worst, so I’ll call it a win.”

‘Party’ was a generous term. Zavala’s office could hardly be called cheery on its best day, but cluttered as it was now with relics, weaponry, reports, and what looked suspiciously like a collection of half-full coffee mugs in the bookshelf’s corner, it barely passed for a workspace, let alone a party venue.

Besides that, there were no streamers, no balloons, and no fingertips sparking fireworks. No cheering guests, either. The room was lit by the single lamp set on the desk, casting shadows across Zavala and Ikora and absolutely nobody else. The combined weight of their stares was enough to give a guy nightmares.

Felt like just last week he’d been in here, meeting their scowls with a quick quip and a flash of charm. ‘Lame’ is what Cayde might have called the whole thing, under better circumstances. But these weren’t better circumstances. Might even call ‘em ‘apocalyptic’, actually. So he kept his mouth shut, leaned forward, and let his hands come to rest on the edge of the desk. Well within their sight. Not like he had Ace on him; he’d handed it off to Ikora after his resurrection. Return. Whatever. But maybe it helped.

Or maybe not. Ikora’s stare was unwavering.

“I told you,” Cayde tried, for the fifteenth time. “I can’t explain it to you. I don’t know how I’m back. Who brought me back. Why I’m back. I just know I’m glad I am. Sounds like you could use the help.”

Zavala gave an audible sigh. His elbows were propped up on the desk, so his hands were folded in front of his face, obscuring half his scowl. For a moment, he was silent, contemplating Cayde like an enemy and not an ally the Light had found fit to return from a death beyond death.

“We don’t expect you to explain,” Zavala offered at last.

“Great! Then stop looking at me like I’m going to blow the Tower up.”

Ikora winced. Cayde stopped short. “Wait. Nobody did that, right? Wasn’t one of my Hunters?”

Zavala dropped his head to his hands and left it there, scrubbing at his face like that would erase whatever headache was now blooming in the back of his skull. Could almost call it like the good old days, if his eyes weren’t shot through with haunted grief when he looked back up. “No,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His gaze met Cayde’s, and held. He opened his mouth like he was going to say more, but all that came out was a hoarse croak.

Ikora rested a hand on Zavala’s shoulder, then took a measured breath. “The circumstances are…different, but you're not the first to return to us. Last time, we failed to see our enemy, and we almost paid dearly for it.”

Vague as vague can be. Someone got a foothold in the Tower, close enough to spook the Vanguard, or outright infiltrate them. Cayde looked between them.

“It wasn’t one of us,” Ikora supplied. Her voice was softer, this time.

Cayde wondered what he must have looked like to prompt that response, and pushed the thought away just as quickly. “All right, so tell me how I’m supposed to prove I’m me. You wanna hear about the Dare? Where I got the cloak? Best bet I ever lost?”

Zavala’s breath hitched. Ikora’s hand shot across the table and closed around Cayde’s wrist. Too late, Cayde remembered the crushing pain in his chest, and the Young Wolf, beside him, as the light faded, and he fought for a final word.

Cayde coughed. “Can you pretend I didn’t say that?”

Ikora’s hand didn’t move. For a beat that felt like whatever eternity he’d spent beyond, no one spoke.

“I don’t know how to prove that you aren’t an agent of our enemy,” Zavala said at last. His voice was soft, softer than Cayde could ever remember hearing it. “But I want to believe that you aren’t. I want to believe that you are truly returned to us.”

Cayde waited for a however, we can’t just- or an I’m sorry, but that’s not enough. It didn’t come. From either of them. He looked at them, and he felt the weight of Ikora’s hold on his wrist and the suffocating hope in Zavala’s eyes, and his chest ached. And he wondered what had happened while he was dead, and whether ‘apocalyptic’ could even begin to cover where they were now.

And for a second, he didn’t give a damn.

“All right, now don’t shoot me,” Cayde said. “But I’m gonna hug you. Both of you.”

And they let him.

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[lover-of-mine]

Lady Whistledown here. I'm laughing that stuck, but I will take it. Literally, no one important just ended up there. The readers' digest version for those who didn't see the original goes like this.

In the beginning, it was all fun, and games and delusions of grandeur were written till E6, really.

That's when the Buck Tommy kind of flat lined, and what was shown was meh. Then they were desperately praying there would be on on screen pledge of commitment to shut us up before the season ended. Never happened. Pretty much all of the speculation came from paying for Lous Cameos. They built stories around them. Heavily used his cameo wearing the medal when he said they were "thriving." We all know they literally had one scene after that. Then Lou had to shut down his account, and now they were in a drought.

So they moved along into speculation territory for weeks until Oliver's live. Before then, we received their ire. We were bullies and harassing Lou ext. In the live, he basically grimaced and ignored the Buck Tommy question and smiled and blushed at Buddie. Have to remember with, in the same time frame, we had Ryan basically say so you know Buck and Eddie during an interview non 911 related, but also the old Lou interview started circulating again. The one where he basically says they called me last minute to kiss one of them and that he was basically called in to work out Bucks kinks as a starter relationship.

Clearly, this caused panic in the BT PR room!!

But it was weird because after Oliver's recent life, that's when they turned on him. Because now they had to confront why he had never posted about Tommy, followed Lou and only posted Eddie. I have seen that happen in other fandoms, but it's usually by main characters. Not a random side character. So my point is if Oliver continues as is, BTS starts popping up no Lou, Ryan, and Oliver promo. They are turning on Oliver if he doesn't promote BT. They already did and that was just the first trial by fire.

Since then, though, like any good conspiracy type behavior, it's like they forgot they were mad and never mentioned Oliver's expressions during it. Or the fact he seems to not care about the pairing.

They are back in delusional land. Some delusions include.... It's good Chris will be gone because it provides space for Buck to detach from Eddie, and we get more Tommy. Tommy will be more main character LI and involved with the team. Huge chance Tommy finally comes clean to Buck he was into Eddie before, and Buck being so loving invites Eddie to join them. Eddie secretly pines for Tommy. Tommy taking over father roles for both Eddie and Buck because clearly they need his help. Also sexual fantasies clearly written by straight people.

But mark my words... If it keeps going with no sign of Lou, Tommy, or Oliver acknowledging BT, it will because of us and Oliver. If that happens, I will, of course, message you.

And if people really want to know I am happy to always report back the gossip...

But if that was long winded as hell and you skipped to the bottom.. Yes, they turned on Oliver (behind closed doors) because his live was the first chance since the cameos to get anything. And he said let them eat cake....

Hello, my love 🩷🩷🩷

Wait wait wait wait you're telling me that after the hospital kiss when there were harassing everyone about how bt is now endgame, they were panicking about the way the relationship was portrayed? And that they realize the relationship was not defined on screen? Are you fucking with me? This is........ Okay, but seriously, do they realize how cameo works or do they think Lou was just saying those things because he felt like it? When you pay for those videos, you send him a message that prompts him. He was saying what they paid him to say. I'm...... I'm glad to know they are also unhappy with the way the relationship has been treated, I feel vindicated.

Also the way they also agree Tommy looked more interested in Eddie and are creating their own delusions on top of Eddie pining for Tommy? I don't even want to think about Tommy being a better parent, that one just makes me want to pick a fight. Interesting to know they are having the three-way fantasies in private while completely turning on Eddie out here.

Honestly, the chaos that will happen once filming starts is not something I'm looking forward to, because there won't be the level of content they want and that will 10000000% make them more feral. Especially considering the way Oliver is on our side, and even with bt on the making the promotion of s7 leaned HEAVILY on Oliver and Ryan together. And it worked. So it will probably happen again. And given how small Tommy's role was in the back half of the season, him not being around all that much is the more plausible scenario. And well, publicly turning on Oliver is not gonna get the reaction they think it will, so that's gonna be interesting for sure.

Please come back any time there's an update you feel is worth sharing, I'm loving having the inside view kapakapalapakpas

[ofthecaravel]

Heaven In Time

Holiday Special

Summary: Danny's California love sees his first snow. Set between Chap 1 and Chap 2.

Tags: Nothing but fluff

Words: 3k

A/N: Happy holidays! Random little prequel for the GVF Writers Christmas Event by @hearts-hunger that allowed me to indulge in fleshing out this universe a little more!

Prompt #26: First Snowfall

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“So, how was your day?”

“Goo-oo-d.”

“That’s all? Just good?”

Sam chuckled into a sip of water, replacing the crinkling plastic bottle in its cup holder as Danny shot him a scrutinizing little smile. They were illuminated only by the truck’s headlights on the trees in front of them, but Sam could read through Danny’s expression in a moment’s time. 

“Busy,” Sam answered anew, replacing the word with something more descriptive like Danny preferred to hear during their work day debriefings. “Which is good. I don’t get as bored as I do when it’s slow.”

“Are your hands feeling any better today, or no?” Danny asked, tilting his head slightly to assess the dry skin on Sam’s hands. Ever since the weather started cooling down, Sam’s dishwater-worn hands had become increasingly chapped and sore in the cool breezes that greeted him after his diner shift was up. Of course, Danny had done nothing but fuss over it since the time he’d picked Sam up after work and gone to kiss his knuckles, only to find the skin there cracked and his lips stained with blood. 

“Meh,” Sam shrugged, holding a hand out for Danny to properly look while his other hand clutched the deli counter sandwich Danny had brought him.

“Gonna have to buy you some gloves, baby love,” Danny murmured as he took Sam’s left hand with his right and soothed his thumb over the tops of his fingers. “Christ, you’re freezing!”

Sam giggled again and darted his hand out to tickle at Danny’s neck with his ice cold fingers, braying a proper laugh when Danny shrunk away with a shout and slapped at him with his free arm.

“That’s what you get for using His name in vain,” Sam teased, managing to draw one more yelp by pressing his fingers against Danny’s cheek before retreating.

“Ah, fair enough,” Danny sighed with a wide, dopey grin. “You know, I couldn’t tell you why, but your pious nature seems to keep slipping my mind as of late.”

“I also couldn’t tell you why,” Sam muttered shyly, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously as he took a bite of his dinner. “How was your day?”

“Changing the subject, I see,” Danny joked. “My day was also good and also busy. Mostly just restocking and working the register. Nothing insane but- oh, actually, there was this old guy who came in who was a hoot.” 

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

Danny cleared his throat and readjusted in his seat to face Sam more, pulling his knee up comfortably and visibly trying to chew faster through a bite of his own sandwich with an exaggerated facial expression that made Sam burst into giggles.

He’d hate to admit it later on, but Sam was unable to follow along with Danny’s story once it started. Just how it’d been from the very first day they’d met, Sam got helplessly distracted following the movements of Danny’s mittened hands and the glimmer in his dark eyes as they punctuated his jokes. Being an Alabama native, Sam wasn’t much used to the effect that the cold can have on someone, but he was very attracted to the way it forced Danny into jewel toned sweaters and colored Danny’s cheeks and the crest of his freckled nose. With a knit hat jammed snugly over Danny’s hair, his waves sprung out cartoonishly and hid his ears that had turned pink from cold breezes and the sting of a sewing needle Sam had used to pierce Danny’s right ear on a drunken night a week prior. Even if the little silver hoop didn’t stay in forever, Sam was fond of the idea of his actions leaving a scar on Danny. If Danny came to his senses some day and left, Sam would still be with him wherever he went, and Sam smiled at the thought of leaving that lasting mark on someone who seemed to be crafted every bit in God’s image. 

“Funny, right?” 

Sam snapped back to reality and was met with Danny beaming at him, clearly at the end of whatever anecdote he’d been building over the past few minutes. His excited breath puffed out in the air in little clouds and Sam’s stomach fluttered with fond feeling. 

“It’s something that’d only happen to you,” Sam finally answered, hoping it made sense in the context of whatever Danny had said. Danny laughed and shrugged, taking a big bite of his sandwich and smiling out the windshield, staring through the thin trees like they’d ended up at the outskirts of a grand forest and not the parking lot behind their apartment building.

“I guess a lot of crazy shit happens to me, huh?” Danny affirmed. “Good crazy, though.”

“It always works out for you,” Sam added. “Going from Florida to California with no plan is pretty crazy. Scraping up enough to secure somewhere to stay and landing a job at the same time is even crazier.”

“That’s true! You know what’s the craziest thing I’ve done?”

“Hm?”

“Picking up a hitchhiker and moving in with him.”

A surprised laugh punched out of Sam and Danny mirrored it with his own delight, drinking in the victory of shaking a laugh from his still somewhat serious companion. Sam took a stray piece of lettuce and tossed it weakly at Danny, who snorted in response when it fluttered straight down onto the gearshift.

“I think that hitchhiker would also be pretty crazy for that, too,” Sam remarked, leaning slightly over the center console to bait Danny for a kiss. “Then again, you’re pretty cute, so I get why he’d get into your dinged up truck.”

Danny smirked and leaned in just enough for their noses to brush, sending both of their heart rates through the roof as Danny let the tension stretch. 

“Those dings are from when I let you drive and you know it,” Danny teased in a whisper, treating them both to the amusing memory of Sam anxiously getting behind the wheel on a dead stretch of road in Roswell and kicking up a cloud of rocks that nearly shattered a back window and sent Sam into apologetic hysterics. Sam merely hummed at Danny’s accusation, letting his lids lower coquettishly and tipping his chin up ever so slightly to invite Danny in. With Danny so close, he was breathing in the sweetness of his warmth, and Sam felt himself begin to shiver with a hunger that had nothing to do with their dinner and everything to do with the man that had brought it. 

Before Danny could make his move, he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to greet it with a furrowed brow and a squint. Sam frowned and followed his eyeline, a prickle of panic softening as soon as it had come when he saw what had made Danny breath out a soft whistle. It was simple what he saw; the slow descent of snowflakes through the headlights as they floated against the dark silhouette of the trees like strings of pearls. But for Sam, it was enough to wring a gasp from his chest. Sam tossed his sandwich onto the dashboard and struggled with the passenger door to get out of his seat. Danny followed suit in a flash, watching Sam as his lanky form hurried around the front of the faded red truck and halted in the center of the lights, his head tilted up to the sky to observe the featherlight flakes as they ambled down to kiss his blushed skin.

“Are you a big fan of the snow?” Danny asked gently, not wanting to fully stir Sam from his wonderstruck haze. 

“I…” Sam trailed off, losing his thoughts for a moment as he noticed a dusting of snow beginning to accumulate on a low hanging branch. “I’ve never seen it in real life before.”

“Oh, wow,” Danny marveled, slowly approaching Sam and sliding a hand around his waist to settle on the thin material of Sam’s thrift store bought winter jacket. Sam spared him a brief look, widening his eyes in excitement for a beat before turning his head back to the sky.

A minute of quiet passed. Sam, struck dumb by the wintry spectacle, eyes glued to the deep heavens above. Danny, standing still so as not to disturb Sam, placing a sporadic kiss on Sam's temple when the mood moved him. Upon seeing the pale snowflakes gathering on Sam’s dark hair, Danny removed his hat and shook his hair free as he fit it over Sam’s head instead. Sam looked to him inquisitively, a stray snowflake dangling off his lashes as he blinked up at Danny with a mask of childlike joy.

“Where’d your hat go, baby?” Danny murmured, adjusting the snug brim of the beanie so it protected Sam’s forehead and tips of his ears from the chill. 

“Ran away,” Sam joked, twisting at the hip to link his arms behind Danny’s back and huddle for warmth. “You know how fast I lose stuff.”

“No hat, no gloves,” Danny chastised, shaking his head and tsking. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I’m a Southern belle!” Sam protested, pressing his chest flush to Danny’s and giggling. “I’ve never had a white Christmas before!”

“Well, I doubt this snow is gonna stick, so I’m not sure that’s a guarantee,” Danny noted. “But anything else festive that you want…I can try and make that happen. Not that I know any more about that than you do.”

“Yeah?” Sam probed. “All the jingle bells and whistles?”

“And all the hot cocoa you can drink,” Danny promised, cupping Sam’s chilly face in his knit covered hands. “Twinkle lights, tinsel, ice skating, candy canes. If we need a Christmas tree, I’ll just chop one down for you.”

“One of these spindly trees? No, thanks.”

“No, no, I’ll hike out to the forest and find the perfect one. Just me and the truck and a big saw. I’ll be a real lumberjack.”

“Good luck getting it up four flights of stairs.”

“What, you’re not gonna help me?”

“Not if I’m going to get all covered in sap!” 

“You have to suffer for the sake of the holiday, Sammy,” Danny explained with a joking lilt to his words, squishing Sam’s cheeks in his gentle grip. “It’s all about Christmas spirit.”

“You’re the real sap,” Sam quipped, his thoughts dampened by the buzz in his head that sang out about Danny’s heavy handed romanticism. Danny laughed and pinched Sam’s cheeks one more time, puckering his lips into a ready pout.

“But before I get any of that, I’m really going to have to invest in some mistletoe,” Danny purred lovingly, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s. “So I can get my greatest holiday wish whenever I want. I can't wait until Christmas day.”

“What do you want for Christmas?” Sam asked as best he could with his mouth obscured by Danny’s hold and the smile that fought so hard to stretch that it burned his facial muscles. 

Danny answered with a kiss, pressing his chapped lips to Sam’s and pulling his frame as close into his embrace as he could. The sounds of the nearby traffic and the frigid temperature seemed to melt away as they stood in the snow, clinging to each other out of pure and patiently built affection. 

If Sam had opened his eyes he figured he would see the curved glass of a snowglobe creeping up around the corners of his vision, not unlike the big snowglobe his mother would put on the hearth on the first day of December. Sam used to stare at it while his older siblings were tasked with more important Christmas decorating tasks like stringing vintage lights with brittle bulbs or pushing needle and string through popcorn for garland. If he thought hard, he could follow the ceramic silhouette of the little house nestled in the snowglobe’s center and the memory of wanting it to be his own. That house was small, and quiet, and removed from the chaos that swept into the pastor’s house at the start of the all important Christmas season. It seemed like a place with someone inside waiting for him to come home. 

Danny pulled away, immediately busying himself with dusting snow off of Sam’s shoulders and fussing with the front of his jacket to properly zip it up, chatting all the while about getting them thicker jackets after their next paychecks. Sam admired him with a lovesick smile, heart pounding with every noted detail of Danny’s long eyelashes and the squared build of his shoulders as they filled out his sweater.

“I’m happy I could be here for your first snow,” Danny commented in a hushed tone when he was satisfied with the state of Sam’s winter bundling. 

“I’m happy you were here for a lot of my firsts,” Sam replied with the same gentle air as Danny, looking up through his lashes as he shuffled in place to stay warm.

“Me too, Sammy lamb,” Danny cooed, cradling Sam’s cheek again to kiss Sam’s forehead through the wool hat. “Come on, grab your stuff and we’ll go in and get you warm. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Sam affirmed with a shy smile.

“We’ll put on a kettle,” Danny proposed as they went around to their doors. “What’s that tea you like? With the red box?”

“Polar Peppermint,” Sam muttered. Like all things that brought him joy, Sam was embarrassed to acknowledge it.

Danny knew what kind of tea it was, of course. He’d bought it a few times now, definitely enough times to know it by name. He just liked to pry as many words out of Sam as he could, and even though it wasn’t as needed anymore as Sam continued to open up, he didn’t really want to stop doing it. Sam knew this, and Danny didn’t care if he knew, and they both flushed with warmth as Danny put his hand on the truck door handle.

And pulled.

To no avail.

Danny arched a curious eyebrow and jiggled the door handle again, feeling a curse blossom on his tongue when he looked through the window and saw the keys still in the ignition. 

“What?” Sam queried from the other side. “You okay?”

“Uh,” Danny answered awkwardly. “Well! I may have locked the keys in the car.”

“What?” Sam blurted. He instantly pressed his face up against the glass and looked in, finding the keys glimmering from where they hung, illuminated by the headlights that were still on and now unable to be turned off. Sam felt his pulse begin to quicken, already anticipating a rage to follow this untimely conflict. The ghosts of his past were here to haunt him again, and he heard them whisper in his ear to run.

Instead, he was startled from his impending spiraling by the perplexing sound of Danny laughing.

“Ah, shit, okay,” Danny sighed, pulling out his phone and shaking his head with a grin. “What can you do, you know? I’ll call, uh, I don’t know, the fire department. Right? Yeah, they’ll know what’s up.”

Danny started tapping at his phone as Sam regarded him in slightly bug eyed shock, mapping Danny’s every calm and collected movement as Sam attempted to charter anything that would throw them off kilter. All he was met with was Danny amicably chatting with a firefighter and holding out his hand for Sam to take, leading them towards the doors to the apartment building. Danny mouthed ‘Don’t want you to freeze!’ and wiggled his eyebrows, but Sam could only watch as Danny navigated this irritating inconvenience as casually as he moved through his morning routine before work.

It hit Sam in a rush, out of nowhere, out of everywhere, that he was in love with Danny.

He felt kind of stupid as he reeled in the reality of it, fumbling for his keys to let them in as Danny started bantering good-naturedly with what sounded like half the fire department. It rendered him as speechless as the snow had and Sam hoped that his face didn’t betray the overwhelm of emotion that washed over him as they drifted down the dingy hallway towards their little apartment. Now he heard it accompanying every little thing Danny did. 

Danny tapped the toe of his boot against the welcome mat to shake off the snow.

I love you.

Danny winked at Sam as he listened patiently to someone on the other end.

I love you.

Danny waited in the entryway for Sam to walk in first, like he always did. Like a gentleman.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Sam faced their living room as he unzipped his jacket, drinking in the sight of the space that they had built together. It wasn’t much, a scavenged couch and a 2 dollar table and a TV with a crack that worked just fine despite its outward flaw. Lamps with bulbs that Danny had pilfered from work, a plant that Sam had rescued and somewhat successfully nursed to the point of flowering. Around the corner was their bedroom, which would greet him with a double bed that weathered all their long nights and a closet that blended their wardrobes together. It was simple, and it was theirs. 

“You stay put, I’m going to wait downstairs for the lock guys,” Danny called.

“ ‘kay,” Sam replied dreamily, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Danny. “You want a cup of tea too?”

“Sure,” Danny agreed. “Thank you. I promise we will be reunited with our sandwiches soon.”

Sam chuckled and Danny winked at him again, closing the door behind him. Releasing a rattling breath full of emotion, Sam turned back to their living room and watched the snow continue to drift softly down through the window. He took off Danny’s hat and kneaded it in his hands as his eyes began to sting with tears. In his head, he picked up and put down a thought he couldn’t quiet no matter how hard he tried to turn away from it.

God, help me, I love him.

~~

[oh-stars]

Being Your Eyes

Blind

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 474 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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“Oh my god, Robs,” Steve hisses, leaning into her. 

She perks up, head tilting toward him as she blinks the sleep out of her eyes. “What is it?” 

“There’s a mom and daughter coming out of Barnes & Noble,” he says, probably louder than he intended but his hearing aids don’t work the best in crowded areas. “The mom has on this dress – think Madonna back in the Like a Virgin days – and they’re tucked into her spanx.” 

“Stop,” Robin gasps, covering her mouth with one hand and grabbing Steve’s arm with another.

“Daughter’s been trying to get her attention, it looks like,” Steve says. “I’d put her at twelve maybe.” 

“So embarrassed by her mom even breathing at her, let alone that?” 

“Bingo.” Steve narrows his eyes at the two as the daughter desperately tries to get her mom to stop walking and to shut up long enough for her to tell her. “Poor kid is trying so hard to save her mom.” 

“We should do something.” 

“Meh,” Steve says with a shrug.

Robin shrugs too and leans into Steve more. “What are they doing now?” 

“They’re walking into Hallmark.” He lifts his head a little, but his hip hurts from walking around the mall so he doesn’t try to do more than that. “Can’t see them anymore.” 

“That makes two of us.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. If you had asked him back in ‘85 which of them would be blind first, Steve would have said himself easily. And he’s well on his way, sure. His glasses couldn’t get any thicker than they are now and even then, he’s been banned from driving. He never would have guessed that Robin would lose most of her sight first. 

She can see a little still, mostly close up and enough to keep her from running into things in new places. It doesn’t stop her from falling, but they’re old enough where that’s a problem anyone would be having at her age so he doesn’t blame that on her eyes. But just because she can’t see from a distance or other people, doesn’t mean she should miss out on their favorite pastime: people watching. 

“Gross,” Steve huffs as he settles back in with Robin, “this guy just stuck his hand down his pants and sniffed his hand.”

“Ew,” Robin swats at him. “I don’t want to know that.”

“You need the full picture.” 

“I promise you, I don’t.”

Steve chuckles as he surveys the area of the mall they’re in. It’s not as busy as it should be, but it’s still early and there’s enough people that he’s found some good stories. And they still have ten minutes before his daughter picks them up once Eddie’s physical therapy is over, so he’s bound to find another weird scenario to tell Robin. 

If he doesn’t, there’s always tomorrow. 

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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[samynnad102687]

A New Pet

@struttingstag

April 30 Prompt: A New Pet | Jegulus | 1888 words

James wanted to do something special for Regulus' birthday but he didn't know what to do. He knew that Regulus didn't really like parties and hated surprise ones even more so that was out. He could get him something but what? Regulus had a lot of jewellery already and James didn't want to get him a new ring until he got him that ring, which he was already planning for but that was a whole other decision.

"Ugh," James threw his hands up in the air as he sunk further into the couch.

"What?" Sirius asked from beside him.

"I don't know what to get Reg for his birthday."

"Oh, yeah I can't help you there. Reggie typically hates what I get him," Sirius laughed lightly.

"Yeah, because you keep trying to piss him off with your gifts. I swear your goal is for him to tell you not to bother anymore."

James glanced over at his best friend who looked like he was trying not to confirm that that was his plan.

"You are, aren't you," James asked as he pointed at Sirius in indignation.

"Not really. I just want to see if he will actually tell me that he doesn't like them," Sirius shrugged.

"I'll be sure to let him know when I get home," James deadpanned before he stood up.

Regulus would be getting home from work shortly and James wanted to grab dinner on the way home. Maybe he would come up with an idea on his walk. He still had a week to figure it out though. Sirius only lived ten minutes away from James and Regulus and there was a small family-owned cafe in between them.

"Are you leaving already? You just got here," Sirius complained.

"I've been here for five hours," James laughed.

He came over after lunch and they spent the rest of the time watching movies and just hanging out like they used to when they were teenagers.

"Besides, I need to sober up a little before I get home. I really don't want another lecture from your brother about getting drunk in the middle of the afternoon."

"You are twenty-six years old. You're allowed to drink if you want to. What's he gonna do anyway? Make you sleep on the couch?"

"If I'm lucky. He threatened to kick me out of the house last time I came home drunk. Said if I was more concerned with getting plastered with you than remembering that we were supposed to go to a dinner party with a couple of his colleagues then I could just stay with you."

"Well, it's not my fault that you forgot." Sirius shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"The hell it isn't." James scoffed. "If I remember correctly, I told you that I couldn't drink but you decided to be dramatic about not having anyone to drink with since Remus was out of town. You basically guilt-tripped me into it."

"Meh."

James grabbed the pillow and smacked Sirius in the face with it before he stuck out his tongue and ran out the door. He could hear Sirius' shriek about messing up his hair as he left but James was too far down the street for him to attempt to chase him down for it. James slowed down his steps as he rounded the corner and saw the cafe in sight. He would grab a coffee for himself to sober up and dinner for both of them. Regulus had been stressed at work lately and James didn't want to add to it by making him think that he needed to cook dinner too.

"Hey, Andy," James beamed when he walked up to the counter.

"Hey, James. Picking up?"

"Yeah. The usual, please and a coffee while I wait, if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all. Does Reg know that you were drinking with Sirius again?"

"No. He knew I was going over there but then again I didn't know I was gonna be drinking until I got there," James replied with a shrug. "How did you know?"

"You only ask for coffee after you've been with my cousin."

"Oh."

Andy laughed before she handed him a coffee and went to the back to put in the order. James found a seat at an empty table by the window. He liked to watch everybody who walked past on the quiet street. Although, it was busier around dinner time when everybody was getting off work. As he was watching, he saw the cutest black cat across the street and it seemed like it was watching him too. Maybe Regulus would like a cat for his birthday. He had mentioned wanting one as a kid but his parents wouldn't let them have any pets.

A little while later, Andy came back out with his food. James paid and bid her farewell before he finished walking home. When he left, the cat was gone and he was a little sad that he didn't get to pet it. It didn't take long to get home after picking up dinner and the coffee definitely helped sober him up enough that he could get away with saying he only had a beer or two.

"Reg?" James called when he entered their modest two-story house.

"In the office," Regulus called back and James smiled.

He brought the food to the kitchen and set it on the counter before he went to the office. Regulus was standing at his desk and looked like he was trying to figure out the cure for world hunger as he stared at the papers in front of him. James leaned against the doorframe for a minute before he entered and wrapped his arms around Regulus' waist.

"Hey, love," James whispered into Regulus' hair when he relaxed back into James' arms.

"Hey."

"What are you working on?"

"Just this stupid deposition that they insisted needed to be finished tonight so I brought it home instead of staying at the office."

"Oh." James kissed him on the top of his head before he turned him in his arms. "They work you too hard, love."

"Yeah, well. It's a part of the job, Jamie."

"Hmm, maybe. I just don't want you to get too stressed out before you make partner."

"I won't be, not as long as you're here to help me destress," Regulus smirked suggestively.

"There is that," James mused with a light chuckle. "Maybe after dinner though. I picked up Andy's"

"Good. I'm starving and didn't feel like cooking. How is Andy?"

"She seems good. I didn't stay long."

"And how is my brother?" Regulus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sirius is... well, Sirius," James said with a shrug.

"Hmm. And how much did you drink this time?"

James looked at him for a second and wondered how he knew before he shook his head. He figured that Regulus just knew everything and he just had to live with that, not that he was really complaining. James sighed.

"I don't know," James responded honestly. "A few I think, but Sirius was making them strong this time. How did you know we were drinking?"

"Would you believe me if I said I just know?"

"Honestly, yeah but seriously, how?"

"Sirius told me he wanted to see if he could get you to try some new drinks," Regulus said with a shrug before he kissed James on the lips.

"Of course, he did. Would have been nice if he told me that you already knew?"

"I told him not to tell you."

"That's not fair."

"Oh well." Regulus shrugged nonchalantly before he wiggled out of James' arms and headed for the door. "You passed, by the way," Regulus said as he threw a smirk back at James.

It took James a little longer than it should have to figure out what he was talking about, but when he did he was both shocked and not shocked all at the same time. It wasn't the first time the brothers wanted to test him about something. Although, James wasn't sure why they were testing him now.

James left the office and Regulus was in the kitchen, pulling out the food and dishing up the plates. He handed one to James and they sat at the table in comfortable silence for a little bit before James couldn't take it anymore and had to ask.

"Why were you testing me this time? Did I do something?"

"No, you didn't. It's nothing bad, I just wanted to see if you would lie to me."

James wanted to ask more but something in Regulus' tone suggested that it would be better to not ask any more questions about it. He learned that tone a few years ago after he pushed Regulus too much and ended up on the couch for three days.

"So, what do you want for your birthday?" James asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know. I like everything that you get me," Regulus replied with a small shy smile.

No matter how long they have been together, eight years, James would never get tired of that smile. Honestly, he would never get tired of any of Regulus' smiles but that one was always more pure than the rest.

"Okay."

**

James had thought about it all week and he was sure that Regulus would love the gift that he got him. James was sitting on the couch when Regulus came home from work. He was watching something on the telly and pretending like it was any other day. James had given Regulus a small gift that morning and figured Regulus would probably think that was all he was getting him this year.

"You're up to something," Regulus remarked after he toed off his boots and stared at James.

"Why would you think that?"

"You're too quiet."

Well, shit.

"Hmm. I was just thinking," James mused.

"About?"

"Something for dinner. I was thinking we could go out tonight."

"Can we do it a different day?" Regulus asked with a sigh. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, that's fine. Why don't you go lie down and I'll whip something up for dinner and bring it to you."

Regulus stared at James for another minute before he shook his head. "Okay."

He walked towards their bedroom and James waited for a minute before he got up to follow. When he made it to their bedroom, Regulus was standing in the doorway and staring at the bed.

"I thought you were going to lie down, love," James said with a slight smirk but he changed it to a gentle smile when Regulus turned around.

"I was but it seems that something has claimed our bed."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you that your birthday present was on the bed."

"What?"

James walked around Regulus and picked up the small black kitten that was curled up on the pillow. He brought her over to Regulus who instinctively reached up to pet her.

"You got me a kitten?" Regulus asked with awe coating his tone and James could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Yeah," James said nervously. "Do you like her?"

"I love her."

Regulus kissed James on the lips before he took the kitten from his arms and cuddled her in his own.

"What's her name?"

"Luna."

Also posted on Ao3: Regulus' Birthday Surprise

[pjunicornart]

Okay sooo ummmm I've been working on something in the background.

So like, I've been working on a Meet the Robinsons AU idea that I plan on making a ton of content for in the background, I even have some art for it already. However, I wanna see if people would be interested in it... so I'm gonna describe the main players of the AU and answer some questions here in this post because I've just been DYING to info dump about this! Okay, let's start with...

The explanation of everything! What even is this AU I'm working on? It'll be called "Lazy Days." Essentially, this is an AU where the Robinson family stays in their comfy clothes and bedheads all day while drinking tea and/or coffee and binging junk food while watching movies... to name a few activities. My vision for this AU is a super cozy and chill vibe. Sweaters, socks, sweatpants, sleep shorts, donuts, whipped cream cans, coffee mugs, pizza, lo-fi, and more await in this AU!

What are some key differences? Besides the comfy lounge wear? Well, for one, Neil and Franny have more kids. Wilbur is still the eldest, he just has three little siblings now! One of which is adopted! I'll tell you more about them later on in this post. As for another key difference? Neil is still a super genius and everything, however, all of his inventions have a noticeably more... cozy, aesthetic feel. All I'm saying is, Carl looks REAL different in this AU.

Will there be a story? Meh... I'm still debating that. For now, it's just kind of a thing I entertain when I want to/am prompted to. If it were to have a story, it would probably focus on Wilbur and his sibs.

What did you mean by the "main players?" Just what I what refer to as the "core" members of the family. So, Neil and Fran, plus their four kids: Wilbur, Freddie, Mazie, and Leo. Speaking of...

Cornelius 42 years old. Summary: Caffeine Junkie, Sleepyhead, Scatterbrain Owner of his own engineering company, and a pretty chill one at that. He baffles others in his field because on the surface, he seems to not be all there - his choice to show up to important meetings and talks in sweatpants doesn't exactly help with that assumption. However, nobody can deny his amazing intellect, even if it at first glance it seems buried under all the goofball-ness.

Franny 41 years old. Summary: Intense, Mama Bear, Prideful A global phenomenon for her music featuring her own frog band! She's made up her brand from the fact that she's the only musician in the world right now who makes music using little amphibians who miraculously learned how to walk and talk. Besides music, Franny also adores everything about her husband.

Wilbur 16 years old. Summary: Sheepish, Easily Bored, Bookworm When he's not sneaking snacks from the kitchen in the middle of the night, he's usually curled up in a chair reading the book he recently checked out from the local library. His parents are surprised just how much he mellowed out compared to three years ago. That being said... ADHD doesn't magically go away after you grow up a little.

Freddie 13 years old. Summary: Old Soul, Green Thumb, Foodie She was adopted into the family two years after Wilbur was born. It was a circumstance of her father not being able to take care of her at the time. She's the plant person of the family, opting to spend her days taking care of her little garden in the backyard. Which includes fresh produce!

Mazie 10 years old. Summary: Weirdo, Hypersensitive, Pouty She's absolutely OBSESSED with cryptids. Bigfoot, Night Crawlers, Aliens, Mothman... you name it, she probably knows a whole book's worth of information about it. Hell, she'll even watch cryptid adjacent stuff. For example, kaiju movies. Her ultimate dream is to see the Loch Ness Monster. Or Bigfoot. Or aliens. Or any cryptid.

Leo 3 years old. Summary: Non-Verbal, Picky, Loner Leo is the only one who takes after his father, sharing his blonde hair. Which couldn't have worked out better! You see, after Leo was born, Franny went on a massive world tour. So Neil was the one taking care of him during his early years, and so Leo got very attached to his daddy. Wherever Neil goes, Leo follows. He's very fussy and uncooperative if Neil is away at work or just out for groceries.

I'm super curious to see your thoughts on this, if any. I'm gonna make stuff for this regardless, but I still want to start some conversations! Ask box is always open! THIS POST HAS A SISTER POST NOW! This one has images! :o Here it is -> Lazy Days Character Busts.

[alexanderlightweight]

If prompts are open can I have more of the deruned!alec prompt, specifically angry and protective Magnus confronting people (clary, jace, Izzy)

Yeah, I'm a little bored and waiting for edits to finish before I write new chapters for active wips. Thanks @i-cant-think-of-one-meh

So here we go, enjoy!

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It takes days for the pain to ebb enough for Alexander to sit up and breathe without choking on his own agony. 

Alexander’s body is no longer protected by angelic grace and it bears its wounds heavily, adjusting to its new normal.

And it is Magnus who wipes the sweat and tears from his skin. Who pieces Alexander back together with gentle, protective touches and bright magic that makes Alexander smile softly.

It’s a gift. Because at the beginning, it seemed that Alexander might  never smile again. 

And Magnus shores up his defenses and when, four days after he found Alexander huddling against Magnus’ wards, he’s reached out to, he snaps on his armor and he portals to the institute. 

Alec is still unconscious. But he’s given Magnus permission to make choices for him. Because Alexander doesn’t even trust himself, but he trusts Magnus, and Magnus has never betrayed that trust.

So Magnus portals to the Institute and he lets the wards wail as they announce his presence. Magic flickers around him and his heels click and clack loudly in the pristine halls.

Most of the shadowhunters in them look haunted, and they send scowls of distaste and hatred towards the group that demanded Magnus’ presence and aid.

“And what trouble have you three gotten into now, that makes you call an old warlock to meddle in shadowhunter business?” Magnus asks dangerously, his voice dark as he gets closer.  

“Ah Magnus.” Clary looks flustered and a little nervous. There is an empty daze to Jace’s eyes and he’s holding onto Isabelle almost desperately. 

And Isabelle, Alexander's precious younger sister, she looks devastated. 

Something in Magnus’ chest gives a satiated croon at the evidence of their suffering.

“We need help.” Clary admits. “We brought the cup back. But we still don’t know which warlock made the potion. Or how to track them.”

“And you might never know.” Magnus tells her cooly, examining his nails.

“What? Magnus, why aren’t you helping me?” She asks, as if Magnus is required to help her.

“You can’t afford me, Clarissa. I helped you pro-bono because you gave me something I wanted. It’s been made clear that what I want is no longer available, ergo, I am also no longer available.”

That catches all of their attention and Isabelle’s lips wobble and Jace grimaces, putting a hand on his side where his parabatai rune once lay. 

Magnus wonders if it’s still there, or if it’s gone like Alec’s is. If it has a scar, or if Jace is like Alec, desperate for the reminder of such a deep betrayal to be erased, forever.

“You mean you only helped me because of Alec?” Clary asks angrily, as though she has any right to be angry.

The Clave may have pardoned her, but Magnus never will. 

“Have you seen him? Have you seen Alec?” Izzy asks desperately, at the same time that Clary does.

“Alexander made his stance on seeing me again clear, Isabelle. I do not linger where I am not wanted.”

Izzy chokes, as if she’d held to some quiet and desperate hope that Magnus would solve her problems, one more time.

“Speaking of which, where is your lovely commander? I’ve heard some concerning rumors about him; they are rumors. Aren’t they?”

They stutter out a lackluster attempt to avoid answering and it turns into a lacking explanation that says nothing of substance until Clary finally mutters that Alec was ‘deruned’ and hasn’t been heard from since the process. As he exited through the portals of the Spiral Labyrinth, no one knows where he ended up. Or if he’s still alive.

And Izzy and Jace flinch like the word itself is salt on an open wound. 

“The only reason I ever helped you, beyond the original consultation and payment, was because I wanted him.” Magnus says it conversationally, as if it’s as obvious as vampires avoiding the sun. 

“And when your choices pulled him away from me. I let it go, because surely Alexander could make his own mistakes. I didn’t realize that he would always bear the consequences of your actions. And I never realized how little any of you would care that he would.”

Jace snarls at him and it’s an angry thing. But Magnus simply sniffs at him.

“Well now that you’ve truly destroyed any hope for me here, I will leave you to your lives. Maybe by the time you’re thirty, you’ll have figured it out.”

Magnus tuts and turns, hears Jace’s angry and upset shouts and Isabelle’s guilty and sad sobs and Clary, confused about it all and trying to make it better, but only making it worse.  

—

“It’s not the lack of the runes themselves that are causing him so much harm.”Brother Zacahariah —but always Jem to a precious few— tells Magnus telepathically.  “It is the lack of anchor, he is no longer tied to Raziel and his devotion has nowhere to go. His faith in Raziel and his family, his culture; it’s been broken too greatly to ever truly be healed.”

“So what do I do?” Magnus asks desperately. Cat is keeping Alexander in a healing trance, her magic stabilizing him as Magnus finds a way to heal and protect him. To keep him alive, because Magnus wants Alexander alive.

Magnus will do anything to keep Alexander and Alexander is letting him.

“You anchor Alec Lightwood to yourself. It is a heavy burden, to be someone’s reason for living. This will be a more intimate bond than you could ever imagine Magnus, you will become his world. His purpose for living, the reason for his every breath.

“Nephilim are powered by belief and devotion. You have enough divine blood, fallen though it is. And if he truly devotes himself to you, you will be stronger than even your father. Raziel is so powerful and untouchable for a reason, Magnus. It is because of the nephilim, who he created and who worship him in turn.”

Magnus is greedy and while he understands the weight of what Jem is saying, he’s selfish enough to admit that he wants what is being offered like a werewolf yearns for the moon. 

If Magnus does this. Alexander will never leave him. Alexander will never want to leave. And Magnus can make sure he never does.

“Anchor him to me Jem, he gave himself to me completely. I want this. I want him.”

Jem looks at him with a solemn gaze before nodding quietly. “Then I will help you steal a nephilim soul from Raziel, and bind it to yourself. He will share your immortality, as he will be your devotee.”

Glee crackles through Magnus’ body, a lust for becoming the most important being to someone, to Alexander specifically, lighting a thrill through his body. 

A stele —an old and elegant, almost deceptively delicate looking— is pressed to his palm. As Magnus watches, it lights up, glowing with the same light as the red suns of Edom do. He sears a rune onto Alexander’s skin, just above his heart. 

It is Magnus name, the rune his power claimed, the translation of himself, in the defiled and unholy language of fallen angels.

It burns. Magnus can feel Alexander shaking under Magnus' firm grip as he sears a place for himself onto Alexander’s body. 

Alexander is claimed, branded with Magnus’ mark.

He can feel him. The desperation. The hope. The depth of his devastation and the strength he clings to Magnus with. Hoarding the fact that Magnus is protecting him, will never betray him, like a dragon hoards its treasures.

“It is up to you what runes he bears. They will integrate better if you do them first.”

Magnus nods at the instructions and lets himself linger in thought. He traces the tender skin of Alexander’s anchor  to him, and knows what to use next. 

He replaces the deflect rune on Alexander’s neck with a similar one. Because something in him hungers for a rune Magnus has chosen, to be easy for others to see. He wants to be able to see it himself, curling above Alexander's shirt collars.  Wants to scratch over it with his nails when they sit together, or leave marks blurring the smooth lines of the rune with his teeth.

And most of all, Magnus will avoid using angelic runes as much as possible. It displeases Magnus to even think about Raziel’s marks claiming even an inch of Alexander’s skin.

Not when he now belongs to Magnus.

[nevermore-grimes]

Nevermore-Grimes does Daydreamtober 2024

Original art from Pinterest

Prompts: #12: Monster + #19: Comfort

Para Perspective: Nevermore Grimes

Paracosm: The Ember Blade Chronicles

TEBC Saga: The New-Asgardian Saga

Summary: After quelling Giffany’s newfound hunger, Nevermore wakes up to discuss the nature of her true form with her

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of sex, sexual assault, killing, and death

Word Count: 1,598

I woke up in my own bed, fully clothed again. I guess I technically did only strip in my dream.

I tried to sit up, but moving didn’t come easy for me. Exhaustion and the sensation of a lingering weight on my chest made sure of that. I groaned, debating if I should just go back to sleep, but the noise I made caught the attention of someone I hadn’t realized was sitting at my bedside.

“Nevermore?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft and uncertain. “Are you awake?”

I looked up at her, blinking the blond blotches in my vision into focus. The horns, wings, and impish tail I remembered from my dream were gone. The woman in front of me was the woman I was used to seeing all this time.

“…Gif?” My voice came out raspy due to my grogginess. “Yeah. Yeah, I am…”

She sadly smiled down at me. “Hi.”

I shot her a weak smile of my own. “Hey.”

A beat of silence hung between us before she grabbed my hand in hers. “How are you feeling?”

“Kinda shitty.” I breathlessly chuckled. “But, I’m alright. Still kicking and stuff.”

“Well, I, um…” Giffany looked down at our hands, rubbing her thumb in circles on the back of mine. “I did kinda eat part of your soul, so, I guess you’re not gonna feel so great after that.”

“Meh. It’s not like I’m usin’ it anyway.” I joked.

She attempted a small chuckle, but the regret in her eyes didn’t so much as flicker. “Well, you kinda need that to live, so I think you are.”

As we talked, I could feel my exhaustion slowly fading, and the conversation became a little easier for me to follow.

“How long have you been able to do this?” I asked.

She softly sighed. “A while. After that… thing that happened to me up in space, and watching you work so hard to defend me, I was… angry… but scared, too. I wanted to punish men like him, but I also didn’t want to be so helpless again. I didn’t want that to happen to me again.”

She sniffled, moving one of her hands from mine to wipe the sudden tears escaping her eyes. My stomach twisted at her mention of what happened to her during the war. I remembered being so consumed by my own righteous anger, that I didn’t really take the time to understand how traumatizing that must’ve been for her.

“So,” She continued. “The next time that I had time off, I went back to Earth and started looking for something I could do. That’s when I found this creepy old witch. She told me she could give me powers to keep myself safe, and then I wouldn’t need you or anyone else to protect me anymore.”

“Stuff like that’s never free.” I ventured.

Giffany made a small nod. “She said all I had to do was trade in a small part of my own soul, but that once I did, I couldn’t undo it. There was this whole ritual with candles and incense, and she started chanting in Latin.” She sniffled, wiping away more tears as they started streaming down her face faster. “It burned. Everything burned. And I tried to scream for her to stop but…” She shook her head, unable to finish that sentence.

Feeling my strength returning, I reached up with my free hand to wipe some of her tears away. “And that ritual made you what you are?”

“Mmhmm.” She leaned into my touch as she continued her story. “I woke up in the middle of the woods. I think the witch left me there. But, I was different. I was hungry. I remember walking back into town, and it was dark, but sometimes I would see someone walking around, and they gave me these weird looks. Some people even ran away screaming from me. Except for one.”

She gently smiled. “He offered to take me home, and he was kinda cute. So, I let him. He took me to my house, and he parked right out front. He was sweet. And we were flirting, and he gave me his number, and…” She sniffled, tears springing to her eyes again. “I don’t know what came over me, but I kissed him. I kissed him, and he kissed me back, and he came onto me, and he started taking off his clothes, but I was still so hungry and… I killed him. I ate his soul and I killed him.”

“I was so scared, Nevermore.” She whimpered in a soft, pained sound. “I hid his car in my garage, and I left his body in there, too. And I saw myself in the mirror, and… I looked like a monster! I- I am a monster!” She shook with soft sobs. “I jump into people’s dreams and I kill them! I feed on souls and sex! I’m a freak! And I almost killed you, too!”

My heart shattered for her, and I finally managed to sit up before pulling her into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Nevermore!” She cried into my shoulder. “I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, Gif, hey…” I gently rubbed her back. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I mean, I’m fine, right? You didn’t take enough of my soul to kill me, and I popped back up in no time! Elemental resilience applies to our souls, too, I guess. But, that means you can control how much you’re taking, now, right?”

“I- I think.” She hiccuped as her tears began wetting through my shirt. “But, I’m still gonna get hungry again, and… What am I gonna do?”

“We can work something out to keep you fed without you having to worry about anyone else dying.” I reassured her as we slowly pulled apart before cupping her face in my hands and gently swiping the tears from her now blotchy cheeks. “And, I mean, I don’t mind helping you out from time to time. I would’ve appreciated an ask or a heads up before you jumped into my dreams and started fucking me nasty-style, but,” I shrugged, a small smirk twitching at my lip. “I didn’t exactly hate it, so…”

She softly chuckled. “You whore.”

“Guilty as charged~” I moved a strand of her hair from her face. “And you’re not a moster, by the way. You were just dealt a bad hand… That, and you’re too sexy to be a monster.”

“Shut up.” Giffany laughed as she pushed away from me and playfully smacked my shoulder.

“What? It’s true!” I argued as my own laughter bubbled up from inside me.

As our laughter died down, I couldn’t help but bring up another question. “Why me?”

Giffany cocked her head. “Hm?”

“Why’d you choose me?”

“Well, um…” She basfully looked down at her hands. “I was desperate, and I knew you were bi, so…”

“That’s kind of fucked up.” Despite the serious nature of my comment, I found myself fighting through another bout of laughter just to say it.

“I’m sorry…” She seemed to burn with shame.

“That still doesn’t make sense to me, though.” I pressed on. “You were feeding off of what I’m assuming to be straight men before me, right?”

“Yes…” Giffany looked back up at me, confused by the direction I was taking our conversation.

“If you were really that desperate, why’d you risk it with me instead of picking off another guy?”

She let a beat of silence hang between us, avoiding my gaze again before muttering. “I craved you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that my lips curled into as my heart skipped a beat, and I gently coaxed her by the chin to face me. “I dunno if this is your wild succubus magic or what, but I’ve been craving you, too.”

Giffany softly giggled, her cheeks lightly dusting with a faint blush. “Nevermore…”

I didn’t notice when we started leaning closer to each other, but once we were in motion, I wasn’t planning on stopping until we closed the gap between us. My eyes fluttered shut, and my breathing grew heavy as I felt the heat of her breath against my face.

“Absolutely not!” Loki’s sudden appearence in the room made us yelp in surprise as we jumped apart. “Let’s save the lethal kissing for once Nevermore’s fully rested, alright?”

I bursted out laughing while Giffany hid her face in her hands. “Alright, alright.”

“Yeah, alright.” Giffany stood up, her cheeks still glowing red with humiliation. “I- um- …Thank you for saving me, Nevermore.”

I gave her a small wave. “Anytime, Gif.” Then, I leaned forward to harshly whisper. “Literally, call me anytime. I’m down to fuck whenever.”

“Oh my god!” Giffany hid her face in her hands once more as Loki let out an amused chuckle.

Gently resting a hand on her shoulder, he began to lead her out of the room. “I’ll be taking Giffany home. And I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“But-”

“Get. Some. Rest.” With that, the door slammed definitively behind the two of them, and I giggled like a little schoolgirl as I laid back down.

“Fine~” I murmured to no one in particular before drifting off into my first normal dream in a long time.

[syilcawrites]

1 word prompt: paragliding :) or whistle! or spices. pick what gets the creative juices flowing

congrats on 500!

This has been sitting in my inbox for so long.......... I'm so sorry for the extremely super duper long wait, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN IT!! I had major writer's block with this but today is the day I finally send u something!!!

Thank u nathaniacolver for the ask!!

Summary: Link and Zelda have been staying in Kakariko for a few days and crave a pumpkin-filled meal. After buying a pumpkin from Olkin and heading to High Produce Spirits for some spice, they run into the store owner's husband—Steen—Olkin's produce rival! In a desperate attempt to hide the pumpkin they bought, Zelda stuffs the small pumpkin under her shirt... causing a grave misunderstanding.

ao3

"We've got all sorts of pumpkins! Like ah… like this big ol' fortified pumpkin. And then there's this little one right here and-and this perfectly shaped fortified pumpkin over there in the corner. It's one of my bestsellers, promise."

Zelda blinks once, then twice, but her perfect smile remains unwavered on her face. "You have a delightful array of… of selections!" she says enthusiastically, "so much that it's hard to really choose… which one to get." Zelda nudges Link with her elbow.

"Oh, uh…" Link rubs the spot where Zelda had jabbed him. "No preference?" he murmurs to her. She shakes her head. "Yeeah… okay. We'll just go with this?" he says, picking up the closest pumpkin to them. He tilts his head at it, a small smile springing onto his face. "Heh, it kinda looks like you."

She raises her eyebrows at him, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "What is that supposed to mean?" Zelda huffs out, crouching down next to him to inspect what pumpkin he chose. It was one of the smaller ones in the garden, shaped cutely like a round oval–small enough that it would sit perfectly in between her two palms. Instead of responding to her, Link just grins.

"Ha! You've got a good eye!" Olkin chortles loudly. "They're much sweeter than the bigger ones. I'll give you a lil' discount and make it 15 rupees, whatd'ya say?"

"Sounds good to me." Link drops the rupees into Olkin's open hand. "Steen's not running you into the ground anymore, right? Did you two talk it out?"

"Meh," he responds with a shrug, rubbing his nose. "Once that old man stops selling carrots I'll start talkin' to him."

After a few more playful, friendly chatter, the two of them depart from Olkin's Pumpkin Farm to pick up a few spices and herbs from High Spirits Produce.

"Er... is it wise to bring the pumpkin with us into the store?" Zelda asks, grabbing Link's arm before they enter the store. "What if Trissa tells Steen we bought from Olkin? Remember the last time Steen found out we bought pumpkins from Olkin?" When they had walked into High Spirits Produce with a pumpkin in hand, and Steen had been in the store, he accused Link of being a two-timing-no-good customer.

"Oh-? Link? Zelda? Is that you?" a very familiar voice calls out from behind them. Link and Zelda simultaneously stiffen in response, goosebumps rising.

"O-oh! Steen!" Link swivels around, stepping in front of Zelda so that she's blocked from his view. "You're back early, was it a slow day selling your carrots?"

Of course Steen is right behind them!

"Just one of those days, Aha ha! Nothing to worry about though!"

Quickly, Zelda stuffs the pumpkin under her shirt and turns around, her body remaining hidden behind Link as she gives Steen a small smile. "I'm, ah, sure tomorrow will be better! I'm feeling quite ill, so... we'll be heading back..." Slowly, she turns back around and begins to trek her way up the incline with her hands tucked snug underneath the pumpkin hidden behind her shirt.

"Oh!"

Zelda freezes. She glances up to her left, and...

Trissa stands there, her eyes wide and her hands hiding her mouth in utter disbelief and surprise.

"Zelda are you- it can't be- you're pregnant??" Trissa practically screams, squealing in delight.

"P-" Zelda is too baffled to even finish the word as cold sweat forms on her skin. This cannot be happening, Zelda thinks, as she pales.

"Pregnant??" Link and Steen gasp in unison, as if Trissa screaming it isn't bad enough. Zelda's sure the whole village has heard them now.

"OhmyHylia!!" Trissa squeals again, jumping giddily to Zelda as she grabs her shoulders, squeezing them in delight. Zelda presses the pumpkin against her stomach with her dear life, eyes wide and lips pursed in utter shock. "Why didn't you say anything? I knew you two were an item! Honey, dear, look at her bump! You're not too far along, it seems!"

Steen takes no time in quickly jogging over to them with a silly grin on his face. Then, his hands reach out and- oh, if someone were to touch the bump they'd immediately know that it isn't...!

"Ah, darn. We really wanted to keep this a secret!"

Whatareyousaying?? Zelda, whose mind is currently gone to panic-mode-mush, stares at Link with wide eyes as he somehow pries her away from Steen and Trissa.

"Please don't tell anyone?" Link asks, smiling apologetically. "We don't want to give Impa a shock just yet."

"Oh, oh of course!" Trissa spews, grinning so genuine and happy that it makes Zelda feel like a terrible person. "Your secret is S-A-F-E with me and Steen, right darling??"

"Absolutely," Steen says immediately as he claps his hands together. "Trissa, go get one of everything from the store and give it to them! They're gonna need a lot more food with a third mouth joining!"

"Ah, no, please-" Zelda says weakly, but Trissa is already in and out of the store, hauling a whole bag of spices, food, and other goodies for them and hands them over to Link. Steen adds in a whole bundle of swift carrots into the bag as well.

"I added in some teas that will help with morning sickness," Trissa explains with a beaming smile. "Just pop some honey into them for some sweetness if it's too bitter!"

"Oh... thank... you..." Zelda manages to spit out. "I think- yes. I think Link and I must go, I feel terribly exhausted." She grips the sleeve of his shirt with one hand, tugging. She'll give them rupees for all the food later, but right now, every inch of her is screaming to get out of here immediately.

They say their goodbyes, and finally, when they separate from the lovely Sheikah couple and they're a good ways near the edge of the village, Zelda drops to a crouch and buries her head into her lap.

"Link," she mumbles, crumbling, pulling the innocent pumpkin out of her shirt and hugging it to her chest. "Whatarewegoingtodo???"

He bursts into laughter.

Zelda whips her head up at him, glaring, her face beginning to flush. "This isn't- this is a disaster!!" They both know that Steen and Trissa are the number one gossipers of Kakariko Village, there's just no way that they wouldn't spread it, and if Impa hears it...

He continues to laugh until he's gasping for air, clutching his stomach, and it sounds so raw and free that Zelda can't help but crack a smile because- well, the whole thing is awfully silly.

Still chuckling, he puts the bag of food down and helps her up, taking the pumpkin into his arms. He stares at it fondly as if it really is his child. "I guess we should think of a name, huh? For our unborn kiddo?"

Her cheeks warm at the thought of Link being a father and—

"Oh, enough of your silliness!" Zelda sputters, pinching his nose. She grabs the bag off from the ground and hauls it up, fully aware that her cheeks are probably as red as the ripe apples that grow in Kakariko Village. Unbeknownst of the calamity they had unleashed upon the small Sheikah clan for the coming days, they depart the village with a massive armful of delicious food.

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Compromised Judgement

A/N: Female reader, I think I rewrote this like 3 times, all completely  different takes on this prompt. But its done! Some places I’m not too happy with but meh.

Word count: 3726

Warnings: NSFT, smut

AO3

The memories were direct in her mind. On one hand, she berated herself, she should have known better. Yet, on the other hand, blaming herself would take away from your work, and your achievement. Taina would learn from the experience and do better next time. "She's good." Taina leaned on the desk while Nøkk sat on it next to her, Sam in the office chair.

Taina had the advantage over Nøkk, sneaking up on her and taking her down with ease. Yet two paces behind her, your light feet were almost silent on the floor and she hadn't seen you until it was too late. Her interrogation was cut short as your knife came up to her throat, signalling her elimination. A whisper in her ear. There hasn't been a fight, it had been a swift, clean elimination fitting for someone in your role. Yet, her mind stayed on you a little bit more than in a professional manner. The way you moved without a sound, your soft but firm grip on her shoulder as the blade stayed against her throat- it was ingrained in her mind.

"She's a good addition." Sam piped up behind her, snapping her out of the daydream that had started to form. "I'd like to see her hand-to-hand more." Anything less than perfect could be a major detriment. Taina pushed off the desk and looked out the window showing where you continued to train below. "That can be arranged."

-

Max was glad to catch up again, it had been far too long. The pair of you had been in a deep conversation about the admittedly more reckless of your hobbies. "Probably one of the scariest things I've ever done. Not knowing how secure and table that old rollercoaster was and then god looking down was terrifying." You had been explaining one of your trips to an abandoned theme park out in Japan where you scaled one of the coasters. Max had been delighted to hear the story and the way you gushed over it.

So wrapped up in your story, you didn't notice Taina who had joined you in the room. With your guard down she paused, staring at the smile on your face and the way you gestured in conversation. You had slipped into her team with ease, immediately adapting to the situation and bonding. Only when she called out your name did you end your conversation.

At her approach, you smiled at her. "Ma'am, how can I help you."

"Ugh, none of that. Taina please." She immediately waved off the formality and nodded towards Max in greeting.

"Nøkk says you're good in the ring, let's test that. Wrap them up, let's go." Her touch on your shoulder burned into your skin in the seconds that it patted your shoulder and you nodded at her.

"We can talk more later Max."

"Sweet as."

Taina had ditched her gear and shirt leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. Her hands were wrapped like yours preventing any damage from occurring with any punches. Max hadn't left the room, opting to watch with the rest of the small crowd that had gathered. Who wouldn't want to see the new operative in action? Sam and Nøkk had joined him alongside Ana. "So, how are we playing this?" You found your way to the corner of the ring while she prepared in the opposite corner.

"No weapons, no proper injuries, no other rules."

"Alright, let's go."

-

A groan left your lips as you sat with Max. The fight had been relatively even and the rounds didn't stop for a while. You won the first round but she won the second. Eventually, the pair of you exhausted each other out and Sam had to send the pair of you off for dinner. That smile on her face though, she had enjoyed it. An enjoyment that you had shared.

Max showed you the small pest on the table as you operated the drone. In a moment the pest jumped onto the drone and you lost all access to it. "Aww, my little buddy." He laughed at your voice. "How demoralising." You muttered as he spun the drone around.

"Exactly to design." He wiggled his brows as you stuck your fork in your mouth. It was relatively late, the pair of you the only ones there. "Ready to see how good these lil drones are?" He asked and you shrugged.

"Sure.

The drone finished its little doughnut and he angled his phone so you could see it better. It raced around on the ground weaving around the facility. Most of the building was pretty empty but a yellow light from an open door caught his eye. It was your name that you heard and Max turned to look at your face for a moment. Perhaps it wouldn't be the best idea to continue. Yet that thought was shelved as you heard Nøkks voice speak up throughout the speaker, it was hard to tell her tone. Was she annoyed or amused? Even after all the amount of time you had known her, it could still be hard to tell her emotions right away.

"You have seen her in a gunfight, seen her hand-to-hand but you still have reservations"

"Sam will be the one making decisions about her. That's final Nøkk." Her voice was stern, cemented in the matter.

"Can I ask why?"

"You can ask but I won't answer."

"Come on Cav." A sigh left Taina's mouth from Nøkk's insistence. A sigh of defeat.

"She's good Nøkk, really good. Max knows how to pick them. I just don't trust my own judgment on the matter." The reason shocked Nøkk and she flinched back, she hadn't been expecting that answer. Not at all.

"You don't trust your own judgement? Since when?"

"Since I'm in a senior role Nøkk. I can't be making such decisions when I'm so compromised on the matter."

"Compromised?" Max echoed and the pair of you exchanged a look. Silence came between the two women until Nøkk finally spoke up.

"...You have a crush on her." Her voice turned into one of delight, rocking back in laughter. Her giggles filled the room and Taina abruptly stood up from the desk.

"Nøkk." Her voice hissed.

"Aww Taina, that's adorable. The big bad Caveira finds love."

"Não quero ouvir um piu de você" Her voice was harsh as she commanded the woman to be quiet.

"Oh shit." Your voice finally came as the pair of you stayed stunned. "We… were not supposed to hear that."

"What, that Taina, the scariest operative in the entirety of Rainbow, thinks you're hot?" Max's head turned, a grin on his face.

"Yes!" You started to panic.

"Question is, do you feel the same?" He leaned ever a bit closer for your response.

"Yes, obviously, look at her." You gestured and he laughed out loud. "But that won't matter if she finds out we were spying on them. Yeah, she's stunning but also dangerous as hell. Max, how long have we known each other?"

"Six years."

"Yeah, those six years will be all we will ever know if she finds out we were spying on her right now. Because she will literally gut us alive." You hadn't known the woman long but her personality was rather… pronounced. While your heart was in the right place, the timing was all wrong. Max made the grave mistake of moving the drone while both Taina and Nøkk were completely silent.

The sound of its gears turning alerted both women to its location by the door. "Que porra é essa?" Taina swore out immediately jumping to action. Nøkk didn't move as the drone zoomed away from the doorway, Taina trailing it.

"Shit, this isn't good." Max cursed out as the drone made its way towards your location.

"Don't take it to us!" You shoved him in the arm. The drone made a sharp corner into the rec room and Max hid it under one of the side cabinets. The pair of you could only see her shoes on the floor. Searching for the drone Max spun it around so she couldn't see the small LED's on it.

"Merda." Taina's voice came out under her breath. In such a large room it would be pointless to look for the drone, the damage was already done.

Both you and Max let out a breath and he slumped down in the chair. "So… that's how the pests work." He lightened the mood and you scoffed at him. "So, what are gonna do about it?" Max gestured to the screen.

"Dunno."

"Well, you gotta tell her you feel the same right?" He folded his arms across his chest, his glasses low enough for you to see his cocked brow.

"You think so?"

"Nah yeah. Why not? You heard her, Sam's making any decisions about your role assignment. The woman deserves a good time and you seem just the type." You slapped him on the shoulder.

"Max."

"All respect to the pair of yah." He held his hands up in defence. "Look, what do you have to lose? You seem like a pretty good chick yeah? Taina's hard on the outside, sometimes got a stick up her ass but she's how do it put it- she cares. A lot. Give it a go."

"I'll think about it."

"Atta girl."

-

In front of her office door, you stood, hand clammy and heart racing. A part of you wanted to dip. A part of you wanted to sprint away and pretend you never heard what she said. Perhaps she was lying? Perhaps it was a weird test or something to get Nøkk off her back. A sigh left your mouth as you fought internally with yourself. Then the door opened. Taina nearly slammed into you. She spoke your name in shock before she took a step back. The papers in her hands could wait. "Come in." Taina turned away from you as your fist fell to your side and you swallowed. No going back now. The small stack was placed on her desk and she sat on the back on it in a half-sit half-lean.

"How can I help you? If you're wondering about your assignment, Sam's dealing with that but I can help explain it for you." She was tense, her body rigid as she kept your eye line.

"Actually I came here for a personal matter." Her eyes widened slightly in interest and she didn't dare look away from you as you stepped towards you.

"I have time, shoot."

"Heard a little birdy saw something they weren't supposed to last night." Her hand clenched the edge of the desk staring at your face, your lips.

Step by step you stalked toward her, eye second growing in confidence. "Did you mean what you said to Nøkk?"

"Going to have to be a lot more specific." She was playing dumb, just encase. Taina had no idea how long the drone had been there.

"Have I-" You let out a breath, your chest lowering as you wet your lips with the top of your tongue. "Compromised you?" Her jaw locked at your words and stayed silent. Another step and you were at arm's length, directly in front of her. Taina had to crane her neck upward at your standing state. Your thumb brushed against her lower jaw, tracing it upward as your knuckles kissed her cheek. Taina's eyes fluttered close at the soft contact, no protest in sight.

"For the moment. Yes." Taina was a professional, now she had accepted her feelings, and she would clear her head. Give or take a week or so.

"Can I kiss you?" Your voice was so quiet, so soft and for a moment you wondered if she had even heard you. Taina's eyes fluttered open only for a second. Her hand that had been damaging the desk flew up to your shirt pulling you down against her. Your lips smashed against hers and everything was let loose all at once. The quiet and unsure moment was thrown out the window as she poured everything she felt into the kiss.

Wet and full of passion you moaned against her lips as her hand let go of your shirt. Her hand slid up your shoulder and wrapped around your neck. With her newfound grip, she pulled you flush against her. All too eager you leaned forward against her which pushed her back against the desk. Your hands pinned next to her on the desk as her leg hiked up around your waist.

"Gods you're fucking gorgeous." You mumbled out as you both parted slightly breathless. Your lips kissed down the side of her jaw as her hair spread out on the desk. With a hand on her breast, you gave it a squeeze, one to test the waters. A moan slipped out of her lips and echoed throughout the room. Slowly your hand started to drift down and crept under her shirt. The woman was intoxicating, your head practically spun in her presence.

Then all of a sudden she let out a growl and pushed you back. Stunned and confused you stumbled back, hurt on your face. At first, you thought it was anger on her face but she quickly grabbed your hand. "Not. Here." She hissed out. Without a chance to say a word, she pulled on your hand. The door practically slammed open as she dragged you down the hallway.

She was on a path of pure determination. Luckily no one else was on her path to her dorm room. Almost no one. Max. He had been the only one the pair of you came across. He snapped to the side of the hallway and put his hands up. But when you turned your head walking past he stuck two thumbs up. Two thumbs that Taina glimpsed in the reflection of a nearby glass window. "We are going to have a talk later on Goose." Her voice snapped over her shoulder and you could practically see the sweat run down his face.

Max soon dispersed from view and Taina continued to drag you along right to her dorm room. She tore the door open, and it slammed behind the pair of you before she pushed you down on the bed. Her shirt was ripped off as she unclasped her bra. Taina couldn't handle it, she needed to touch you so desperately. Her pants undone at the top she crawled over you. Once again her lips pushed against yours. Immediately you wrapped your arms around her. Taina's sweet lips were all that you knew as you buried a hand in her hair giving it a light tug.

A line of saliva connected the pair of you when Taina pulled back ever so slightly. "I hope you know what you're getting into. I don't share." She growled against your lips.

"Do you know what you're getting into, Caveira?" You challenged her with a sly grin on your face. "Because when I have a taste of something I want, I don't let it go. Frankly, your the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my entire life." Your voice matched her tone and it took away her breath for a moment. That power, that determination that she saw on the field came to play. Taina's mind wandered back to the first time the pair of your met. A blade against her throat, your voice against her ear. At that very moment, she knew you were good and at that moment she knew she wanted you.

Taina didn't reply to your taunt, your confession. Instead, her lips were a storm against yours, demanding everything from you but giving everything she had. The kiss was a fury of tongue, hers fought against yours a demand and trail of domination that you eventually gave in. wet open mouth kisses remained, nothing could take you from that moment. All that tension, desire, and affection that had built up were finally and completely realised and put into action. A mutual feeling that the pair of you so completely shared. Slender fingers found the bottom of your shirt, and she parted from you to fling it over her shoulder alongside your bra that she practically ripped from your body once the clasp was undone.

"Your mine." She growled biting her way down between your breasts and giving your now hard nipple a squeeze which turned into a pull. Her hand spread out, grabbing and feeling you up. Taina was greedy, so greedy and she knew it. You willingly had given yourself to her and she was going to take in every single piece of you that you so graciously gave her. Her fingers hooked around your pants and started to drag them down, the elastic allowing her to do so with ease.

Your underwear came with it as her lips left your body to fully pull the pants off with your sneakers that slid off with ease. Caveira paused as you lay completely bare for her. It had been a while since someone was so willingly vulnerable and open for her. It took her breath away just for a moment as she stared at you, taking in every small inch of your body. Taina would sear the image into her mind if it was the last thing she would ever do.

Knuckles brushed against your legs which caused a shiver to take control of your body. With dry lips, you swallowed and looked up at the woman. Her eyes finally found yours and her bottom lids twitched. In a fury of movement, she snapped towards you. Hands on your thighs she pulled your legs up and over her shoulders. With your body half in the air leaning against her, her mouth found your cunt. Right away her tongue licked against your entrance. She took in your taste for the very first time. That one lick had her pause, really savouring the moment before things were kicked into fifth gear.

Taina's tongue went to work to furiously lick up each and every drop that your cunt gave her. Like a woman starved she ate you out, never faulting for a moment with her grip on you. Each lick had teased at your entrance right until her tongue flicked up to your clit. Right at that moment, her eyes flickered focus from your cunt to your eyes. She peered down at you and a smirk formed on her face as she took in your expression. Lips gaped parted with your jaw dropped and eyes wide with bliss it was a screen she wished to recreate for the rest of her life. Yet she was greedy, she wanted more.

Like everything in her life, she was willing to get dirty to achieve her goal. One hand was secured on your side to keep you steady, her other was free for use. Three fingers slid into you with ease. A wet sound mixed with her kitten licks at your clit. Taina knew the ins and out of the human body and she was going to use that knowledge well. Her fingers curled and brushed against that sweet spot with the tip of her fingers. Her short nails, a blessing.

"Oh fuck, Cav." You moaned out at her motion and it was pure music to her ears, exactly what she wanted to hear. One of your hands tangled in her sheets while the other gript onto her hair. With your hand secure, your hips started to buck against her, your grind ground against her face desperate for more. "Please, please, please." You started to chant, beg. Your legs wriggled over her shoulder and her fingers dipped from inside of you to slap over your thigh. Punishingly hard her hands held your thighs still while her tongue worked.

"Taina please." You drew out the words and choked on your own breath, tears had started to form in the corner of your eyes. So close. So fucking close she had you. Mentally you prayed that she didn't stop, that she wouldn't edge you, you were sure you couldn't handle it. Yet she wasn't without mercy, Taina continued stimulating your clit until you were pushed over the edge. A choked-out cry of her name left your lips and you shut your eyes while your body vibrated against her. Careful not to overstimulate you, she stopped and started to press kisses on your inside thigh.

Blood pumped in your ears and she slowly started to lower you back into the bed. Your legs still quivered from your receding orgasm. "T-Tania. Fuck." You swallowed, and your pulse started to slow while she gave you the smile of the devil at the end of the bed. Like a tiger, she stalked over you. Her body on top of you she pressed her lips down against yours. You moaned against her as you tasted yourself on her lips; a taste that mixed with her own unique flavour. She let out a small moan of your name, it was obvious she had enjoyed the taste of your lips against hers.

But that moment was soon stopped when a knock came on the door. "What." Her voice was harsh and you immediately saw the change on her face. Annoyance and anger consumed her.

"Taina, have you forgotten about those documents I needed? I need them now." It was Sam's voice.

"They're on my desk. Feel free to collect them. She looked over her shoulder for a moment. "I'm busy."

"Your door to your office is locked." His voice was tired and deadpan through the door.

"Then open it, Fisher."

"Electronic lock remember." She cursed out under her breath as she rolled off you. Curses continued as she grabbed a shirt- yours- she hadn't noticed. It slipped over her and she quickly did up her pants. The door was yanked open and you quickly pulled her sheet over your body. The door yanked a little too far and Sam's eyes peered into the room and immediately made eye contact with yours. With an awkward half smile, you gave him a little wave before Taina cut you off from view with the door. Sam's eyes flickered to Taina, her eyes daggers at his.

"Ah." He let out still standing in front of her.

"Move."

[narrators-journal]

could i get shower sex with yu and yosuke?

Woof, this one might be a lil rough. I'm trying to vary the sexual acts in these to keep them interesting, but I'm a little torn on how this one turned out. But! I hope the meh parts are weighed out by the good parts! I tried my best! Thank you for the fun ask regardless!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Semi-public sex, a bit of an iffy knowledge of show sex and hand jobs, and the characters lol. Tho, Yosuke is gently implied to be homophobic, which is kind of canon.

After three years, Inaba had managed to grow a fair bit. Having gone from a tiny, sleepy town, to a slightly less sleepy hole in the ground. Now, it no longer had nothing beyond Junes to offer bored teens on the weekends, or for summer work outside of family businesses, but also a pool now.

That pool, in fact, was where Narukami had run into a familiar face in the chlorine and scream-filled air. “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect to find you back in this itty bitty town.” He chuckled, making the brunette in the lazily bobbing intertube jump. He took his sunglasses off to look at Narukami as if he’d teleported there. “Holy shit, Yu Narukami?! What are you doing back here?” He about squawked, the taller male laughing when his old friend about threw himself from the floaty to scramble out of the water. “I came back to visit my uncle, and I decided to join them for a visit to the pool” He explained, grabbing Yosuke Hanamura’s arm to haul him up to his feet, only for the nine-year-old to come out of nowhere to tackle the brunette.

Not that the man seemed to mind, hugging Nanako back and taking a moment to chatter like a pair of birds before, like any other child, the little girl was off once more to chug chlorine water and soak her father’s wallet and phone. Leaving Narukami with Yosuke at the poolside.

And, taking a look at the sun-kissed man shaking the water from his hair, the silver-haired man found that the three or so years they had been apart had been good to Yosuke. Finally handling that baby-ish face he’d had in highschool, and turned his wirey, scrawny frame into a more filled out, slightly pudgier figure. Though, Narukami could also see that, like him, the persona user had stuck to those work outs a bit, at least. So, he was still just as cute as the wildcard had found in highschool. ”Do you wanna swim? I brought a spare floaty if you wanna join me in floating around.” Yosuke offered, making the taller man hum with thought. Glancing over to where Nanako had made a friend and was blissfully ignoring him, or her napping father in a pool chair. “Sure. I wouldn’t mind floating around and catching up.” He decided, smiling when Yosuke beamed.

So, the men stuck to that. Narukami grabbing the other intertube the brunette had brought with him, and spent the next hour or two simply bobbing in the cool water and joking around as they caught up The silver-haired man even hanging back when Dojima decided to take Nanako home before she got too sunburnt. All was peaceful. At least, until they got out and decided to bathe and get some food.

Making their way to the small collection of showers the pool offered to let people wash off the chemicals, Narukami found one to use, but, Yosuke had...less luck. “Bro! How are all of these broken?!” He whined, making the wildcard snort from his stall, pushing the curtain to the side to ask, “Are they really?” “Yes! I’ve tried the nobs on all of them, but none of them come on!” Yosuke whined, scowling a bit. “I don’t want to bathe right after you. You’ll be stuck waiting…” Making the wildcard shrug, “It’s not like I brought shampoo, you wouldn’t take an hour in here.” “That’s not the point! I’d be embarrassed.” “then don’t shower. It’s just pool water.” Narukami reminded, only to get a dark glare to remind him of it being a public pool. Earning a dramatic sigh, “If you really want to shower that bad, you could always hop in here with me. We’ve done weirder.”

Admittedly, maybe a bit too forward of a flirt. Yosuke had always been sort of skittish about homoerotic types of things, so Narukami might have been too forward with the offer. However, all his words got was a long, heavy silence in reply, so Narukami closed the curtain again and went back to scrubbing out his hair. Leaving his words in the air with a bit of curiosity blooming in his chest. Will he take it? He asked himself, only to jump at the sound of the curtain being just about ripped open. Yosuke standing there, pink-cheeked and huffy, “I’m taking your offer. Don’t make it weird though.” That was his only explanation. Ignoring Narukami’s snort as he stepped into the small shower with him and did his best to scrub himself clean of the piss, chemicals, and whatever grime a child could carry into the water/ All the while, Narukami admired how the cold shower water trickled over Yosuke’s tanned skin. Seeming to trace his muscles when he lifted his arms to scrub the chlorine from his hair.

Before Narukami realized it, he was putting his arms on one side of Yosuke’s head, then the other before the brunette realized it and whirled around to find the wildcard’s face mere inches from his. “Woah there! What the hell are you doing, Yu?! It’s your first visit back, and you’re making moves like that?!” Yosuke yelped, instantly the color of a ripe tomato under the cool droplets of the shower, with his hand on the taller man’s chest to stop him from leaning any closer. His hazel eyes as wide as dinner plates as he stared up at the silver-haired wildcard caging him between his strong arms and the wall of the tiny beach shower. So, thinking quickly to hide how impulsive the movements were, Narukami reasoned, “Experimenting? Uh, testing the waters? Come on, Yosuke. Aren’t you a little curious about how this would go? I mean, I always thought we had a little something there. And, personally, I think it’s worth it to test the waters now.” Watching those honey-brown pools swim with a moment of confusion, contemplation, and then, a decision. “O-okay, I’ll admit I’m...kind of curious.” His voice cracking a bit with how his nerves seemed to choke him. “But, no kissing! That’s gay.”

Chuckling, the wildcard nodded, giving a salute as he said, “Of course. Totally not gay if we don’t kiss.” And, with that, he stepped back to give the pretty brunette some space to tame the burning blush across his cheeks. Once it had simmered down to a pinker hue, the silver-haired man took his hand and placed it on his well-muscled chest. Yosuke wordlessly took the invitation to run his fingers over each muscle.

Which, Narukami didn’t mind at all. Humming slightly at the temperature difference between the cold, trickling water of the shower, and the warmth of his partner’s hand coasting over the curve of his pectorals, relaxed muscles of his stomach, and, tentatively, the tops of his hip bones.

Glancing back at Yosuke’s face, Narukami smiled slightly at the almost awe-struck glint in his eyes as he drank in the wildcard’s toned physique, making the taller man’s blood zip slightly. So, he went ahead and continued the game.

Tracing a finger over Yosuke’s collarbone, pulling away slightly when he jumped, but when he did little else but eye his hand, he returned to following the bone back to his friend’s shoulder to slide his hand down his arm, letting the cold water trickle over his fingers in more of a rush than him. Then, he lifted his hand back to the brunette’s chest to start another lazy trail down his sternum and over his stomach the same way he had with him. “You’re very handsome, y’know.” He noted, watching that rosey dusting on Yosuke’s tanned face darken once more as he stuttered out, “U-um, thank you. Y-y-you’re not that bad yourself.” His blush darkened when Narukami chuckled lightly at the compliment.

He would’ve leaned in to kiss the man as well, but remembered the rule he’d set, so he refrained. Instead sliding his fingers over the man’s belly and down to the waistband of his swim trunks. Tugging them down and wrapping his fingers around the brunette’s length to stroke him slowly, inwardly grinning when he felt his old friend shiver under his touch.

“H-holy shit…” was the only thing Yosuke offered, so, Narukami kept moving his hand up and down his stiffening length. Letting the brunette grip his hips, taking his own time to tentatively push down the taller man’s swim trunks to toy with Narukami’s member in return. Earning a shudder from the silver-haired wildcard in the same way he’d reacted to the thrill in his blood. That contrast of his warm skin and the cool water trickling off of his skin heightening the excitement of their setting to kindle a small fire in the man’s belly.

Yet, despite the small voice in his head whispering skip the appetizer. Before we’re caught. Yu Narukami kept a hold of his impulses. Letting out a slow breath and letting the cold shower water draw out a small shiver as he continued toying with the brunette’s now-erect dick until Yosuke cracked, letting slip a soft moan. “sorry…” He instantly panted, his cheeks managing to somehow turn a redder color as his brown eyes locked onto the tiled floor of their small beach shower. “For what?” Narukami chuckled, tightening his grip on his partner’s cock to increase the friction each slow pump of his hand sent through the man. “I kind of hope my partners enjoy my touch. No matter their gender.” He pointed out, Yosuke not bothering to respond, just keeping his eyes glued to the tiles with a hand over his mouth to muffle the small moans the taller man’s slow movements earned bit by bit.

Though, he did finally swallow down the embarrassment and finally remember how his fingers were wrapped loosely around the wildcard’s semi-soft, twitching member. Hesitating a moment longer before returning to slowly stroking Narukami’s dick. This time, though, with more confidence, and a slightly tighter hold that earned a quiet moan of relief. Which, thankfully, seemed to encourage the man, instead of making him recoil or call off their ‘experiment’.

Not that Narukami would’ve been surprised. A few times in their high school years, Yosuke had asked to ‘try things out’ with the taller man, only to chicken out at the last second. So, when his soft noises of pleasure didn’t discourage him, the wildcard was happy to let out a few more to keep the friction going. Thankful for the cold water running down his back, as it kept him grounded enough to keep a handle on his volume and horny thoughts, as well as hid their lewd noises with the rhythmic patter of the water hitting the tile floor.

A fact that came in especially handy when the wildcard finally sped his own motions up. Making the brunette’s noises trickle out more often. Bitten back and hissed out while he tried to match the wildcard’s pace with a thin film over those pools of autumnal warmth that had Narukami’s own stomach twisting. Each change in speed or grip was mirrored, making the silver-haired man smile and moan more each time the coil in his stomach grew tighter.

The breathless panting and glint of lust shining in those amber pools, and the wildcard’s own hums and sighs of pleasure mixing and stoking the flames in their bellies further, and further. Warming their blood until it finally seemed to boil. Accompanied by a series of hisses and muttered curses as the boys tried not to fall under the onslaught of pleasurable buzz.

Taking a moment after to simply let the cold rainfall of the shower head soothe the burst of warmth and drag Narukami back to earth before Yosuke panted, “This...doesn’t mean anything, right?” with that same tinge of red to his face as before, his warm brown eyes once again locked onto the tile floor rather than the taller man in front of him, “I mean, it means something, but it doesn’t have to mean anything at the same time. If you catch my drift,” he assured, the brunette just huffing and shoving him against the wall so he could get out to dry off and get dressed. Narukami simply laughed as he followed after him, but let him go off on his own once they were dressed again.

[byoldervine]

It was supposed to be a normal mission; find the Paracosian creature, minimise human casualties and other collateral damage, send the creature home through a realm portal and get out of there before we attract the Guardians. Sounds simple, right? Routine. And for the most part, it’s getting there, the job’s getting easier. Fun, even. As a kid I always thought it would be cool to be a superhero

Kid me didn’t take into account how terrifying it is to watch your superhero partner get stabbed through the shoulder by a fellow Guardian

Angelus yelled in pain, I yelled in panic. Sure, we hasn’t always gotten along, but - shit, you know? Angelus could face his final death from this. I mean, I don’t know if he’s an immortal or not - I’d like to think he’s immortal, but hell if I’m the one to test it

The Guardian hardly has time to block my sword when I swing it at their face. I’m not really trying to put up a good fight here since I know I’m not capable of that yet, I just need to wedge myself between Angelus and the Guardian, which fortunately works. At the sight of the sword, the Guardian recoils, then reluctantly retreats, flying off into the night

I open a realm portal back to Tyrion, crouching by Angelus where he collapsed, clutching his wound. “Are you okay?!”

“Do I look okay to you?!” He snaps, breath shaky and quick. What little of his face I can see is all scrunched up and contorted. I gently move his hand away to inspect his wound. “Okay, it isn’t as deep as I thought… I should be able to patch you up, just stay conscious. Keep talking to me.”

I scoop Angelus up bridal style, moving carefully to avoid aggravating his wound. He still yowls in pain, wings tucking in and shuddering violently. “Shit…!”

I carry Angelus through the portal, closing it behind us, and set him on the floor so I have easier access to him. “Keep talking, Angelus. Uh… how was your day?”

“Are you seriously- ngh… asking me about my day right now?”

“If it keeps you talking, then yes,” I confirm, searching around my room for some kind of first aid kit or whatever else. I’m an revival immortal, I don’t plan for this shit. Hell, I commit die just to avoid the hassle of waiting to heal naturally!

“It was… meh… lot of busywork… fuck, vision’s going…”

“That’s fine, try not to panic.” I give up and grab an old T-shirt, ripping it to shreds that I can bandage Angelus up with. “What kind of busywork do you do?”

“None… of your… business…”

I return to Angelus’ side, kneeling by him to start wrapping his wound. “Okay, that’s fine,” I reply, making sure to tie it night and tight to provide the most pressure. Pressure’s supposed to be good for this, right? I need to take a first aid course or something in case Angelus gets hurt again. Or anyone else, but Angelus is most likely

“Keep talking. What things do you like?” I prompt, pushing down on the wound through the cloth. The once white shirt is already staining a pinkish-red. Angelus yells again. Are those tears escaping his eyes?

“Fuck! Shit, shit! Ah! Uh… d-dogs! Dogs! Fuck, I like dogs!”

“Really?” I look to Angelus curiously. “Well that’s new.” “What do you want, a fucking prize?!” He snaps. His eyes are screwed shut right now. I don’t think he’s opened them this whole time we’ve been here. Which is probably for the best, considering I really shouldn’t have brought him to my own room. With the benefit of hindsight, that isn’t really doing much to help the whole secret identity thing, is it? Shit…

“What dogs do you like?”

“Fuck… uh… the spotty ones… black and white…”

“Dalmatians?”

“Yeah. Them.”

At least I’ve got him talking now. “Yeah? Good choice. What do you like about them?”

“Dunno… cute…”

“Tell me more, come on. Tell me about dogs.”

“I don’t fucking know… fucking interrogation…”

“If you keep talking, you keep conscious,” I explain briefly. “That’s one of the few medical things I actually know. Now keep talking, even if it’s just you swearing at me.”

“I’m not fucking swearing…”

Despite everything, I can’t resist the urge to laugh a little at this, if only to let out my anxiousness. “Sure you ain’t. You’re the literal angel, aren’t you supposed to be all ‘holier than thou’?”

“Fuck off.”

“Guess that’s a no.”

Angelus doesn’t respond for a minute. I look closer, then when I see no movement I check if he’s breathing. “Angelus? Angelus, keep talking!” I demand, my tone sharp with worry

“Tired…” his voice is quiet

“I know. Fuck. Just keep talking. It’ll make you better.”

“How…?”

“I don’t know, I just know that you’ll have better chances of surviving if you stay awake. Learned that from experience.”

“… When… you die…. is it good?”

I give him an incredulous look. “Is what good? Dying?”

“Yeah…”

“Well I could do without the process. Nexus is nice, though I’m speaking from a place of privilege. The fuck am I saying, you won’t be finding out for yourself any time soon.”

“Oh…”

“Angelus, I need you to think; is there anywhere I can take you to get patched up properly?”

“You can’t…?”

“I don’t have the knowledge of the resources. You need actual help.”

“… Uh… Anessa… Princess…”

I pause at this, unsure if Angelus is serious or if it’s just the fact that he’s on the verge of passing out. “You mean… you, a fugitive, want me to take you to the daughter of the man who wants you dead?”

“Anessa… she’s good… she knows me…”

“… Is there anywhere else…?”

“No.”

I hesitate, considering my options, but I don’t think I have any real choice; it’s either risk Anessa turning Angelus in to King Aegis or letting Angelus bleed to death on my bedroom floor…

“You’re gonna be okay,” I tell Angelus softly as I scoop him into my arms again. “I know a secret entrance. I can get you into the palace. But if you’re caught, there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

“… Thank you…”

You’ve always had a literal guardian angel- but she’s currently bleeding out on your bedroom floor.

[asystemerror]

Drop the blorbo list! Tell us why you like them!

Prompt from here!

I have a lot,,,,, Some I haven't even yapped about on here yet,,,,,, Imma break them up by fandom though to make reading easier haha

Identity V:

-Andrew Kreiss:

I like Andrew for a lot of reasons! His design, gameplay, overall theme, there's so much I could ramble on and on about. I remember what really cemented him on my fave list was parts of his personality and general character tidbits (one being sun sensitivity). Additionally, a lot of what I consider to be my "weirder" interests happen to align with him. Sometimes it's easier to delve into them and be my authentic cringe self with the guise of character deep dives haha.

All in all, I think he's an interesting character. Kinda my go to guy to say "Ah yes my son" when speaking about fictional characters.

-Emma Woods:

One of my faves from when I first started! She actually was one of the 3 that drew me in tbh (I called her the "cute gardener girl" back then). I remember being convinced I would main her, but alas.... only in duos. Despite this, she's stands strong as one of my top faves. I find her backstory/manor game to be really interesting - and weirdly entertaining considering the drama she causes in the game. I really enjoy her general "cutesy but dangerous" vibe. I've always been a sucker for that troupe.

Additionally, Lady Truth is one of my favorite spin off characters in the game! I love a good mystery with a female lead!! I honestly hope we see more of her outside of anniversary events.... She has so much good lore potential!

-Kurt Frank:

I didn't choose the Kurt life.... the Kurt like chose ME. No seriously I never would have guessed I'd end up mailing him. The percypocolypse does things to a man. I'm glad it did though. Kurt has honestly become one of my fave characters, I find him so silly and interesting. While his deductions are...interesting to read, I loved his manor game story! I wish there was more content of him (ex. translated twitter replies) I could look at for him :/ That aside, as a fellow daydreamer, I find Kurt's attitude contagious and his rambles fun. I wish he didn't die before sharing said story, but whatever. Maybe another event with him leading it will appear to fill the void with silly.

-Martha Behamfil:

Not only was she my first rescue main, but Martha helped me figure out my gender (real) (not clickbait). So uh, I do love her a lot for that. I also love her general themes of independence, while still keeping in touch with one's femininity in a way (ex. chasing her dreams to be a pilot while also indulging in a love life). I also just honestly love her outfits and gameplay as well. She's never not slayed in my eyes thus far. I have a very soft spot for her dskhafj -Ann

Annnn!!!! My lovely hunter main. She's sunk her cat claws into my heart and I do not wish for her to let go. I honestly love everything about her. Her backstory is hella engaging (NETEASE GIVE ME MORE FOOD), her abilities are fun, and honestly I find Apostle funny.

She was very quick to becoming one of my faves. I honestly could gush about her forever, but Im trying to keep these explanations semi fair!

-Michiko

I love Michi..... She brings me great calm and reminds me of my grandmother (she had a painting of geishas in her house when I was little). She's one of the few characters I've genuinely nearly cried after reading their backstory.

While I don't main her much anymore, I can't say I have ever stopped loving Michi as a character/looking at cool content of her. She's just gRAHHhh /POS

Fnaf:

-Mangle What's not to love about Mangle? They're like a silly dog. And I honestly fuck with that. I also just love there concept as like a robot nerd, but yk. My precious mungle fungle tungle bungle.

-Toy Bonnie

I honestly was very "meh" towards him for a good while. UNTIL I like essentially got kin assigned him by my old amino friends. He was basically my mascot for a bit so like I hold a lil bit of "hehe lil guy" to him.

-Ballora

I was OBSESSED with her as a kid. I cosplayed her, I drew her, I made fics, honestly I like was fully ready to see this crazy ballerina robot lady attack people. Alas, she only got scooped... LUCKILY THE FANDOM FILLED THE VOID THOUGH!! I love seeing neat content with her!

Don't Starve Together:

-Wendy My silly main! I mentally adopted her and Abagail a while ago hehe. I find them really fun to play, plus like... I think I just like semi morbid but cutesy characters so, HELL YEAH. I'm still learning the best way to play her, but I find it a fun relaxing experience to do. Overall I associate her with great calm and zen. She's a great gal.

MFMM: (Shortened list so I don't put the whole cast)

-Miss Fisher She is the moment, she is iconic, she IS Miss Fisher. No character has made me feel as empowered as she has. Like it's actually insane. She is another character that I associate with my grandma as well as they introduced me to the series itself. It truly wouldn't be Miss Fisher without me remembering the beautiful lady posed on the covers of the books on my grandmother's end table. Its been overall a very nice piece of media to sink my teeth into... NOT TO MENTION THERES SO MUCH OF IT!! I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE BOOKS!

-Dot

I love Dot. In both mediums of the series. Her character growth and overall attitude complements Miss Fisher's perfectly and is honestly such a delight to see. I also find her own moments of sleuthing to be really fun! I love when she has that strong confidence. TLDR: I wanna pinch her cheeks

[thessalian]

Thess vs More Library Trawl

Still poking through the unplayed games. Generally focusing on stuff like interactive story and life sims and stuff, mostly because I got up way earlier than I generally like to on a day I don't have work and I am exhausted. One more week until I have my week off, and then maybe I'll have the spoons to finish up Horizon Forbidden West base game, at least. Still, digging through the games library for treasure in all the stuff I've acquired over the years is kind of fun, all told. I mean, sure, some of it goes in the "Meh" collection, but at least a fair few of those were a Humble bundle or something. If I get bored with browsing through my games library like I used to read the backs of video boxes at Blockbuster (yes, I am old enough to have that be a major cultural reference point for my childhood), I can probably pick up an old favourite. I understand that Wylde Flowers has had a bit of an update, and there's some romance options I didn't take before, which might be nice to try. Also I've been meaning to pick up Spiritfarer again - starting from the beginning because it's been a long time. I just never finished it because I wasn't ready ... which is ironic or fitting or both, given what that game's about. Or I could just play more West of Loathing, which is rapidly climbing my Favourites chart.

Anyway, stuff I've played so far:

Doki Doki Literature Club - Well, that's one I'm going to have to start over, because I wasn't aware when I started it that I was going to be playing as a) male, b) otaku, and c) borderline shut-in. Not that there's anything wrong with that necessarily; just went into it with the wrong mindset. Still, I see what the things I read about this one mean - it's already low-key disturbing. Not necessarily in a bad way, but I think I want to save that one for when I have a few more spoons. So it's in the "A Further Look" collection.

Cattails: Wildwood Story - I was hoping for simple but cute and fun, and sort of got it, but the pixellation and everything made it awkward for a cat colony sim. That went directly into the "Meh" collection and probably won't be leaving it any time soon. It's just not quite uninteresting enough for "Nope". Almost, but not quite.

Scarlet Hollow - this one's been basically all over everywhere, and on playing the first chapter, I can see why. It went in the Favourites but I'm probably going to take it one chapter at a time. Savour it, kind of. But it's definitely my kind of thing - creepy, funny, and straightforward from a UI and mechanics perspective.

Tell Me Why - there's a fair bit of stuff by DON'T NOD in my library. Guess that shouldn't surprise me. (Though I notice that Life Is Strange: True Colours wasn't done by DON'T NOD, so kind of wonder what prompted that decision from SquareEnix.) Anyway, this one's been easier to get to grips with mechanically than Life Is Strange was, even if trying to position myself just right to look at things is difficult at times (not sure DON'T NOD ever cracked that properly). The story so far is ... yeah, I'd say I'm invested. Another one that went into the Favourites but another one where I might take it a little easy on it because it feels like it's going to be intense.

Blegh. 26 degrees and this isn't even the hottest it's going to get today. I hate the summer.

[buggybambi]

exes with benefits | lip gallagher

inspired by: olivia rodrigo's "bad idea, right?" (2023)

wc: 1.83k | nav post mae note: okay i hate the ending of this so if anyone else hates it please lmk and i will adjust it because ugh i changed it like three times and it still feels... meh? idk i feel like i need to make a part two (if people even like this??)

rating: 18+ post, minors dni. :-) content warnings: fem!reader / afab!reader, unwrapped p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda public sex??, exes hooking up, plot with little plot, unsettled ending lmfao, fem!fingering, oral (f recieving) bc lets be honest lip is a munch, brief mention of reader wearing panties/a bra

House parties were never really your "scene".

The chaos and uncertainty of whose house you're even in, the smell of colognes and perfumes and sweat, the alcohol being mixed together in plastic cups that are discarded on the floor later that smell like Disneyland if it wasn't cleaned in a month-. Every part of a house party sounds awful. So, why are you standing in one now?

Well, your friend Lauren would be the reason why. Work had been a bitch for her recently - her words not yours - and you had gone through a breakup recently, prompting her to suggest a girl's night out. How you ended up at a house party from the crappy bar she dragged you to in downtown Chicago was beyond you.

"C'mon! This is totally gonna distract you from Lippy and all the drama he brought. To being single!" Lauren drunkingly cheers as she holds up her plastic cup of (you're sure) three different kinds of alcohol. You hold up your glass of water barely, running a hand over your face. "Yeah, can we not announce that?" You ask.

Two seconds later, she's giggling with a guy leading her up the stairs. You sigh, turning to go get some fresh air when there he stands. Lip Gallagher. Your freshly appointed ex-boyfriend. Or Lippy, as Lauren refers to him.

You and Lip had dated for two years, but you'd known him since you were kids. Your relationship was perfect, until one night. When he called you clingy, a bitch - this was of course after not talking to you for almost a whole week. You told him that night you were done with him. That he could call when he figured himself out.

He didn't call. It'd been a month.

It doesn't feel real that time has passed that quickly, because part of you is still stuck in his bedroom. Right where he left you. A lesson well learned.

"Hi." He says, as he stares at you. You stare right back.

"Hi." You manage to get out, clearing your throat. "I have to go-"

"Wait. Can we talk, please?" He asks, walking over to you, a hand on your arm as he whispers to you. The world stops for a pause before you nod. "Fine." You agree.

You let him lead you upstairs into an empty room, taking it in. It looks to be a guest bedroom, few decorations other then picture frames with the "welcome to our home" and flower vases on the nightstands.

"Welcome to my hell" would be a better fit.

"Why are we avoiding each other like this? You've been my best friend since I was fucking ten years old, I don't want us to lose each other like this." He says as you sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the floral bedspread. "We already lost each other, Lip. A long time ago." You point out.

"Don't do this shit, don't be all cryptic." He rolls his eyes as you stand right back up, almost giving yourself whiplash. But that's disregarded when every memory floods back to you.

"Oh my God! What the hell do you want from me, Lip, huh? You want me to just forget every single thing you said to me? Or maybe you want me to just forget how you avoided me like the damn plague for a week before you finally did call me just to blow up at me and tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore. You can't go from telling me I was your favorite person to telling me you think I'm a bitch. And I can’t even look at my favorite person anymore, so what the fuck do you expect me to do?" You burst out, turning away from him, staring out the window.

It's silent for what feels like an eternity before you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I don't want to lose you. I- I haven't been me since you left. Please." He isn't sure what he's even begging for from you, but his voice is soft enough where you feel yourself wanting to give in.

This was a bad idea, right? After all, he was your ex. But you're both mature adults, can't two people reconnect? You'd only see him as a friend this time, it wasn't like he had to be something more.

You sigh as you push his arms off, walking for the door, waiting for a moment before locking it. You turn back around to face him, walking over to him and barely grazing his lips with your own to tease him before he kisses you. His hands find themselves on your waist like how he used to put them there when he kissed you like this.

Used. It still doesn't feel real to use parts of your relationship in the past tense. How you used to kiss him, how he used to hold you, how he used to be yours.

You kick your shoes off, and he does the same.

He pushes you back onto the bed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, one hand on your back, the other sliding up your thigh. He knows your body so well, it's almost a science to him. He knows how your body reacts to certain touches. Certain places to kiss to make you giggle. Parts of your body that if he touches them, your back arches or you naturally move closer to them.

Like right now. His hand teasing around your sex, not quite touching where you so desperately want him.

His mouth only parts from yours to begin kissing down your jaw, then onto your neck. Finding solace there, he makes a mark on your pulse point, low moans erupting from you. Hands running through disheveled curls.

His hand finally reaches your cunt, and you hear him groan at the wetness growing on your panties. He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod desperately in return, not sure what he’s planning in that genius brain of his.

He removes your shirt so he can kiss your chest. Then your bottoms, leaving you in only your bra and panties. A finger slides those panties to the side, and he lets out another groan as he slides the digit past your slick folds, and you let out a gasp in return. You give a little tug to his hair and he almost moans at it, which you make a mental note of.

He thrusts his finger out, at a torturously slow pace, all while kissing down your body. You quickly realize when he grins up at you what he wants to do. What he feels he needs to do. You give him a nod of your approval, moans still flooding out.

He stops thrusting and removes his finger, only to replace it with his tongue. Sucking and kissing your clit, sliding his tongue in you while his hands run over skin on your thighs. You bite on your hand just to muffle your moans from the still active party outside, just as his nose bumps your clit.

“Shit, Lip. I'm close- fuck..” You whine as he laps desperately at your sex, and you can feel his smirk. "Language. Let go for me, baby, please." He requests softly, rubbing tiny circles on your clit.

You don't last long after that.

He lets your climax drip down your thighs, grinning to himself as he watches, feeling some of it on his jaw. "Need to feel you, please, Lip." You beg, and he frees himself from his boxers. Giving himself a few strokes before he lines himself up with his enterance. "You ready, sweet angel?" He asks, pressing his forehead against yours and lightly trailing slobbery kisses down your cheek before connecting to your lips. You pull away only after a second, whispering a soft "yes, please" before you're kissing his jaw in anticipation.

He groans, inserting himself past your now damp folds, thrusting gently in and out. He watches as his dick is swallowed by your cunt, your walls fluttering around him like it’s a familiar friend coming back.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure why he pushed you away. Maybe he let the negative thoughts that you were too good for him take over. Maybe it was just the Gallagher thing to do.

But he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Your moan brings him back to reality, hands on his shoulders as he finds a new position to fuck deeper into you, and he finds himself groaning as your nails dig into his skin. You quickly learn by the way his dick twitches he enjoys that.

And he learns by the way your walls squeeze around him you like it when he hits that spot in you. The spot that makes your head feel blurry, the spot that replaces every thought with his name. The spot that makes moans come out of you, the spot that makes the familiar heat in your belly grow.

“Fuck, Lip, I’m gonna-” Your words are cut off when he hits that spot again, even with a new angle. His forehead pressed against yours, sweat connecting with sweat. “Shit angel, you were just made for me. Pretty pussy just missed me, huh?” His words slur from the pleasure clouding his senses.

Your moans and mixtures of his name are more of an answer for him. The room smelled like sex, sound of skin slapping against skin filled it. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he rubbed small circles on your aching clit, and he feels the familiar white heat pouring out of your cunt.

He doesn’t last long, burying his seed deep in you. Swallowing your whines and moans as he pulls out, only breaking the kiss to stare at you, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath. Watch your eyes having a silent conversation with his.

He lays down beside you. He watches as you run a hand over your face, and he decides to wash you both up. Returning with a damp washcloth, he helps get you cleaned up and setting your clothes on the end of the bed.

“So, uhm..” He tries to think of a conversation starter, and you shake your head, holding a hand up. “We shouldn’t have done this.” You whisper, frowning as you grab your clothes, slowly redressing yourself.

“You don’t have to go. We can go back to your place or mine and we can just talk.” You don’t realize he’s begging rather than requesting. This can’t be how you and him say goodbye after seeing each other again for the first time.

"I can't do this, Lip." You point out as you fight to get your shoes on.

You’d only see him as a friend.. biggest lie you ever said.

"I love you." He says. "I was an idiot for not saying it before so I'm saying it now. I'm in love with you and I always will be."

Definetly a lie now.

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Romantic Killer: how killing romance can save love

Romantic Killer is one of those anime you have probably seen on the Netflix homepage that you skipped over, not giving it much attention—and that’s just if you’ve been lucky enough for it to show up in your recommendations. And I don’t blame you. The art style is pretty much like a visual novel, which can be annoying to some, and the premise feels a bit cliché. It’s giving ‘I’m not like other girls’ vibes. I mean, a not-so-feminine girl uninterested in love being forced to care about romance? Meh.

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If you asked me why Romantic Killer ever caught my attention, I wouldn’t be able to answer. However, I’m glad that it did: the message the show sends you in the 12 episodes it has is one that I will carry with me. It’s a wonderful show with fun and refreshing characters, and I would love to see it get its flowers—and maybe, just maybe, even a second season. But that’s just me being delusional.

Romantic Killer is, originally, a manga of the romantic comedy genre, adapted in 2022 into an animated show (an Original Net Animation, to be precise) by Netflix. The story follows Hoshino Anzu, a 15 year old girl whose eyes can only look at her three biggest desires: her cat Momohiki, chocolate and video games. Her life revolves around that holy trinity. She has no time for romance, because she’d rather spend her free time playing games. The only way anyone could make her think about the l-word is through otome games.

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One day, Anzu rushes home to play a new videogame she had just bought, sitting down in front of her console with her chocolate and her beloved Momohiki on her lap. The opening screen shows a lot of text, mostly written in kanji, that she refuses to read so she simply clicks start. That’s when a being of doubtful origin with a silly hat and a magic wand pops out of her screen, saying that she’s been chosen as Subject 0 for Romantic Thriller: a magical experiment that puts girls uninterested in love through a lot of cliché romantic situations straight out of a shoujo romance and otome games, to deal with Japan’s decreasing birth rate. Her three biggest desires are taken away: all the chocolate stores near her either run out or close and her dad (a postman, mind you) is transferred to the United States, taking Anzu’s mom and Momohiki away with him.

That’s how Anzu ends up living alone, her three biggest desires gone, and at the mercy of the wizard, Riri.

Our main character, also labeled an anti-heroine, is a very fun person, but also incredibly spiteful. That’s why the series is called Romantic Killer and not Romantic Thriller: because she makes it her mission to absolutely ruin Riri’s plans. She makes an oath, saying she won’t play the game by the rules and, instead, will break it. She wants her chocolate, her games and her cat back and she’ll do it her own way under her own terms: by absolutely turning upside down whatever romantic prompt or scenario the wizard throws her way. Kind of Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun levels of absurdity regarding romance.

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Romantic Killer is silly. Unserious, even. And the best thing about it? The series knows it and completely exploits that factor. By putting Riri there, it gets away with the most insane scenarios possible: Kazuki Tsukasa’s apartment (one of Anzu’s romantic interests put in her path) is the only one flooded after a horrible rainstorm that forced him to spend a night at her house, him and Hayami Junta (Anzu’s longtime childhood friend, according to Riri, who she has no memory of) end up living with her under the same roof, she gets hit by a rich kid’s car (who turns out to be another love interest)... anything that feels ridiculous is immediately excused by magic.

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If not executed properly, that justification can make the story feel stale and so ridiculous that it stops being enjoyable, but the show deals with it in a way that feels natural despite constantly reminding you that that is by no means the case, adding into the comedy.

But also, Romakira is not shallow—Anzu manages to create genuine, real connections with every potential love interest, letting friendship bloom between the characters organically, despite the planning there is behind their encounters.

On the contrary, actually! It gets incredibly deep in a matter of episodes in a way that we, as viewers, simply don’t expect—and yet, when it happens, it doesn’t feel out of place. Everything flows seamlessly. The way the characters are presented and how they interact with each other opens the door for plenty of different scenarios, varying in tone and severity.

We get into the backstory of one of Anzu’s love interests, revealing that it’s rather a painful one. Turns out he was a victim of severe stalking and harassment, which made him move out of his hometown on his own and, eventually, it’s those events that put him in Anzu's path. He blames himself for sending mixed signals to his stalker, because that’s what one of his parents made him believe, and Anzu simply hugs him and cries for him. One of the things that really moved me and really stuck with me was how Anzu whispers, her voice shaky with rage as she holds him tightly, “I wish we had met sooner. I would’ve been the first one to believe you.”

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The show makes it very clear that Anzu, despite not having a lot of friends, the ones she has are extremely precious to her and she’d do anything for them. She’ll go against people who are older, stronger, more dangerous than she could ever be if that means protecting those she holds dear. She is also someone who doesn’t judge others, believing in their pain and not trying to minimize it—in fact, she actively validates people’s feelings and, at their pace, tries to help them find a way to alleviate whatever is hurting them.

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A lot of the time, we don’t get to see stalking and harassment of men (or in general, if we’re being completely honest) taken very seriously in media: it’s usually turned into the butt of the joke or it becomes a punchline, and the characters are meant to simply put up with the situation or even be thankful that anyone paid that much attention to them. It’s a clear reflection of our own biases as a society.

Generally speaking, the affected person, be it a woman or man, is the one responsible for the harassment, with those around them turning to victim-blaming tactics to take away the responsibility from the perpetrator and put it in the affected party. It’s not fair, it’s demoralizing and it can hurt the person’s sense of self and worth.

Romantic Killer goes the opposite way. There is another character who also was harassed, almost abused, and Anzu believes her immediately. She continuously defends the girl’s autonomy, her right to defend herself and she also stops everyone who dares gossip about the situation. Time and time again, the series makes sure to remind you that it’s never the victim’s fault, and that support is of the utmost importance. Both times, we can see the characters affected being validated by a supportive environment, protected by their loved ones, and constantly reminded they’re not at fault for what was done to them.

When we constantly see harassment turned into a joke, both the act itself as comic relief or the consequences being minimized, Romantic Killer is a breath of fresh air. When we constantly see how romance between men and women is the end-all be-all for girls, a goal to be achieved to find fulfillment in life, Romantic Killer is a change of pace by emphasizing friendship.

Yes, Anzu might be aiming to kill romance, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate love. Quite the contrary, in fact: she loves deeply, fiercely and protectively. She just doesn’t tend to show it romantically.

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If you are ever in the mood for something fun, surprisingly deep and kind of ridiculous (and with cat content!), you know what anime is perfect for that. ;)

Francisca Salgado. ☆